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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 7 months

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DAY TWENTY-TWO: Mirror Sex w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: I guess I'll just give updates about my life while I spam post these LOL!! So, I've been super busy and I honestly think I will to continue to be even after Kinktober.

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She noticed it first before you did — I mean, how could you? Not when your face was down and your ass up, her strap buried deep inside of you from behind.

The mirror hung over her dresser which faced her bed, giving the brunette a full view of the both of you. She got an eyeful of your rump curved and smacking her hips whenever she'd slam into.

"Look at that." She said in awe. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your head lifting up on instinct due to your curiosity and in displeasure at the fact that her thrusts grew into slower, longer strokes.

Your body flushes in embarrassment at the sight of your compromising position, a whine slipping through your lips.

"Mags…"

She just chuckled, placing her lithe, callused work worn hand on your full ass. Her eyes followed her own motion, zeroing in on the way her fingers sunk into your plush flesh, leaving indents the harsher her grip grew.

"Ya look so pretty." She cooed, winding her hips back to shove back into. You cried out, your fingers gripping on the sheets to yourself balanced.

"Do I?" You couldn't help but ask breathlessly. You arched your back more, your naked breasts pressing further into the mattress. It was your pathetic attempt to get the toy deeper inside of you.

"Of course, honey. So, so gorgeous."

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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I am SO excited that the Mafia AU won for your Lady D fic poll and I CANNOT wait to read it!

My Little Toyslut ~MobBoss!Alcina Dimitrescu xFem Spy!Traitor!Reader (Mafia AU)

Summary— The infamous, mob boss Lady D finds out she had a traitor in her midst. What will she do when she finds out it’s Reader, one of her closest and most trusted advisors…? Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! I am so glad to hear how much you look forward to my Alcina!MafiaAU fics! Here is another one, it’s another one shot (doesn’t take place in the same plotline as the first), but it’s still an Alcina!MafiaAU fic. Hope you enjoy! ♥️

Link to First Alcina!Mafia Fic (;

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, wee bit of angst, eating out (oral sex), implied smut, kissing, teasing, degradation, light torture themes, light hate sex theme, light non-con theme, implied overstimulation, fear, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You were swaying in the air, your wrists bound by tight rope which in turn was hung around a rusty ceiling beam. Your head was ringing and your vision was blurry as you began to wake up. Part of you vision was clouded from your dried up blood, a consequence of having been hit in the head. That's how you had lost consciousness.

You tried to wiggle at your restraints, but it seemed that the more you fought, the tighter the rope pulled against your sensitive and now raw wrists. In dismay, you turned your attention to the room around you, trying to memorize and remember every detail as if your life depended on it.

Realistically, it probably did. The most infamous, powerful boss in the city had found out you were a spy, undercover for the Agency. You had spent years infiltrating Lady Dimitrescu's inner circle of corruption. It had taken immense push and pull over the years to gain her trust. And then another fucking idiot of a mob boss had found your name out, and in spite and seek for vengeance, he had given you up. One of Lady D's closest advisors... He wanted to watch her empire crumble, and you were his choice of weapon.

You were torn from your thoughts as the only door in the room opened and two goons entered, followed by none other than Lady D. The two men gave you sleazy grins as they stalked towards you, but Dimitrescu had other ideas...

"Leave us."

The goons turned around with grumbles, but listened as they left the falling apart room, slamming the door behind them. Lady D's gaze then turned towards you. Your breathing was shallow and you lowered your head and gaze in turn. She slowly stalked towards you, making the hairs in the back of your neck bristle with pure fear. You were trembling, hanging mess by the time was right in front of you, towering over your hanging frame.

"I must say I was... surprised when it was your name that came up in my recent meeting..." She purred warily.

You still kept your head down and did not meet the woman's gaze. You wouldn't dare. Afterall, you'd seen her slaughter men for far less. When you made no response, Alcina cocked her brow in satisfaction and she continued.

"I must admit... You had me fooled. Not many people can say that... not many who are alive anyway..." Alcina hummed, as her claws ran up from your cheeks down to your feet.

You shuttered at the touch, closing your eyes and preparing to feel the pain of being slashed to bits. But instead, you heard the sound of her claws retracting. And then you felt her stern hand on your chin, roughly forcing your head and gaze up to meet hers. You fought against the restraints and her hold, but to no avail, they were both far stronger and far more resolved.

"Look at me, Draga!" She sneered.

Your meek gaze met the powerful woman's. You bit your lip and tried not to cry or shake too violently. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, as if she had been crying.

"I invited you into my empire, into my bed... and this is how you repay me...??" Alcina jeered.

You couldn't stop the tears that came pouring down your face anymore. They flowed all the way down to Alcina's fingers, where she curtly would wipe them away without another word about it.

"I... I-- I'm sorry--" you stammered, your eyes looking around frantically while trying to make sense of what she wanted from you.

For a mere moment, you saw the rawness of hurt flash across the woman’s facade. But it was quickly replaced with rageful apathy.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, she dropped your head and sliced something above you with her razor sharp claws. Your limp, trembling body hit the cement ground with a crack!. You were still bound by the wrists, but you were no longer hanging from the ceiling.

In one swift move, the lady grabbed you by the wrists and pushed you up against the dirty wall, so that your were outstretched from her one hand tight hold on your wrists, your toes barely touching the floor.

You winced, letting out a guttural and painful groan, and tore your head to the side, screwing your eyes shut tight. You could feel the woman’s heavy, hot breath against your neck. Her face was right up in your personal space.

You waited for your doom with bated breath, tears still running down your cheeks with no plan to stop anytime soon. But instead of doom, you suddenly felt Alcina’s hot mouth on your neck. Her slippery tongue licked and irritated your sheening skin, as her mouth sucked tightly, creating the exact vacuum of pressure for the perfect bruise.

At the first hickey, you didn’t know how to respond, your body simply limp, still, and silent towards the menacing woman. But by the second bruising, this one the lady placed right on your collarbone, you couldn’t help the breath you sucked in, accompanied by a shiver running through your spine.

But slowly, bruise after bruise, Alcina started to warm your body up. By the time she got to your pressure point, you had craned your neck back for her access and were overtly breathily groaning out after each marking, your eyes threatening to roll back. You could feel the tight coil in your core slowly building as your breathing shallowed and your body came alive.

Alcina sliced your clothing off piece by piece with no further comment, and you took it from her, not daring to oppose. With more exposed skin came more slow and meticulous sucking and marking. By the time the powerful woman got to your thighs, you were an aching mess. But you bit your lip, resisting the urge to beg, as you knew better to talk unless instructed to.

“Who do you belong to, Draga…?” Alcina growled into your now exposed cunt, her hot breath alone to make your core clench around nothing.

You suddenly felt dizzy, and very subservient. The lady tended to have that effect on you. You had hated it at first, as your job was to take her down by spying on her. But overtime, you had learned that Lady Alcina Dimitrescu wasn’t as bad as you originally thought. Or at least her tongue and fingers weren’t…

“I… y-you my lady—“ you whimpered.

“That’s right… So what’s this when I hear someone else is claiming to own you and your services…?” She cooed wickedly, as her free hand gripped your left thigh until it bled.

“N-nothing ma’am—! I belong to y-you and you only…!” You pleaded, trying to fight back tears.

“Good girl…” Alcina hummed, before sliding her lengthy tongue all the way into your core.

You couldn’t help how your body reacted to the woman and her wicked administrations. You shuddered, hating just how good her slithering tongue felt inside your cunt. Your head hit the wall with a light crack! as your eyes effectively rolled back, a filthy moan spewing out from your lips.

“That’s right… My little toyslut… aren’t you…?” Alcina chuckled darkly, pulling away her tongue from your cunt momentarily.

The whimper that erupted from your throat at the loss of stimulation made you want to throw up. But all these feelings were quickly stifled by the intense pleasure of two of the lady’s fingers filling your core. You nodded your head vigorously, willing to do and say anything as long as she continued to make you feel this good.

The first orgasm that Alcina pulled out of you hit you like a brick, your body spasming against the wall and her firm hanging hold on your wrists. You desperately tried to stifle your sounds of pleasure, but your pleasure was so intense, you couldn’t contain your screams.

“That’s it, my little whore… Be a good draga and take it.” the tall mob boss wickedly cooed.

By her increasing speed and your curling toes, your fractured mind could barely piece together the fact that this woman was not stopping anytime soon…

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lunajay33 · 1 year

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Masterlist

Fluff>☆ Angst>꩜ Spicy>ꨄ︎ Suggestive>❀

Daryl Dixon🏹

{Pre-Apocalypse}

Best Friend> ☆

Not the Only One> ꩜

Not the Only One Part.2> ꩜☆

{Season 1}

Connection> ☆

Always You> ☆

Conflict> ☆

My Before> ☆

Found You> ☆

{Farm Era}

Hurt Part.1> ꩜ ☆

Hurt Part.2> ꩜ ☆

Hurt Part.3> ꩜ ☆

Sleepover> ☆

Never Be Alone> ☆

Missing> ꩜☆

Precious> ☆

My Man> ꨄ︎

{Prison Era}

Jealous> ꩜ ☆

Prison Attack> ꩜ ☆

Brother Trouble> ꩜ ☆

Cold Nights> ☆

Pain Reliever> ☆

Caught> ꨄ︎

Scared & Sick> ☆

Scared & Sick Pt.2>꩜☆

Both> ꨄ︎+ Rick

Both Part.2> ꨄ︎☆

Migraine> ꩜☆

Searching> ꩜☆

Puppy Love> ☆

{Terminus Era}

Tired> ꩜ ☆

Reunion> ꩜

Peach> ☆

Hurting> ꩜☆

Finding You> ꩜☆

{Alexandria Era}

Home> ☆

The Quiet One> ☆

Ready> ☆

First Time> ☆ ❀

Dreams> ☆ ❀

Touch Starved> ☆❀

{Saviours Era}

Hope Part.1> ꩜ ☆

Hope Part.2> ꩜ ☆

Hope Part.3> ꩜ ☆

Hope Part.4> ☆

The Day Will Come> ꩜

{Series}

New world-> Part.1•Part.2•Part.3•Part.4•Part.5ꨄ︎•Part.6•Part.7•Part.8•Part.9•Part.10•Part.11•

Part.12•Part.13•Part.14

Enjoy the Silence-> Part.1•Part.2•Part.3•Part.4 Completed

Change-> Part.1•Part.2•Part.3•Part.4•Part.5•

Part.6•Part.7

Carl Grimes

{Alexandria Era}

Blooming> ☆

Caught>☆❀

Not Enough?>꩜☆

Other Half> ꩜

Ride the Cowboy> ꨄ︎☆

Insecure> ꩜☆❀

Been Waiting> ☆

{Series}

Just Us-> Part.1•Part.2•Part.3•Part.4•Part.5

Rick Grimes

{Farm Era}

Glances> ꨄ︎

{Prison Era}

Both> ꨄ︎ +Daryl

Both Part.2>ꨄ︎☆

Worry> ꩜☆

Negan Smith

{Saviours Era}

The One> ☆❀

{Cowboy Negan}

Save a Horse> ꨄ︎

Taste for Older Men> ꩜☆

Taste for Older Men Part.2> ☆

{Coach Negan}

Forbidden> ꨄ︎

{Series}

Lost-> Part.1•Part.2•Part.3•Part.4

Supernatural🦇

{All 3 Winchesters}

Guardian> ꩜☆

Mothers Daughter> ꩜☆

Terror> ꩜

{Castiel}

I’ll Be There> ☆

Mastelist 2.0🤍

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months

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"Hey, Margo.... Do you consider what you're doing at all to be cannibalism?"

The farmer happily munches away at the candy apple in her hand - bits of sugary coating sticking to her lips and cheeks with every bite. She pauses for a moment, swinging her legs as she ponders. She licks the apple's presented flesh, rolling her tongue over the teeth marks as her thoughts wonder. Swallowing back the chunks of apple and sugar clinging to the roof of her mouth - she smiles.

"Of course, silly!... As an apple myself, it's no different than helping a new apple tree grow using old apples - or a hen eating her babies. Hehe, I can't help it, candy apples are so sweet....but not as sweet as you~ I'd globble you right up if I wouldn't miss you dang so much when you're gone-"

#Margo & Maggie my ocs #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere blurb #female yandere #Clown Reader

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softestnatalie · 9 months

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Abandoned corridors of the heart

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!reader

Timing: Season 1

Chapter Summary: An unexpected guest arrives at the camp as another member of the group goes missing. Your attempts on getting closer to Daryl fail.

Warnings: swearing, mild language

Autor's note: I'm so excited for this fanfiction omg, it's so fun to write and i really can't wait until Daryl and the reader get closer and have cute (and spicy hehe) moments. Also, I'm so unsatisfied with this chapter, I rewrote it, like, 3 times but it's still not as good as I wanted it to be :/ Also, thank you for all the support, likes, follows, and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Chapter 2: One day at a time

The next day, you decided you should thank Daryl not only for bringing you here but also for the little trust he had in you. So, when you woke up, you made it your mission to find him and tell him your 'thank you's'.

You had to admit you were more than just nervous. The last time you had talked to him, it didn't go quite well and he was pretty moody towards you but you hoped it was just a first time expirience and that maybe he'd be nicer this time.

You were hoping to make a new friend in him - after all, you didn't really have friends and the fact that you saved him and he gave you a place to stay at would be a good basis for a friendship. At least, that's what you thought.

You found him pretty quickly. He was outside his tent, holding his crossbow as he seemed to be cleaning it. Next to him was another man, talking to him in what seemed to be an aggressive manner. It made you rethink for a moment - maybe another moment would be better - but you didn't know if you would have the courage to speak to him some other time , so you decided to just get it over with.

When you continued walking in very small steps, the other man went inside the tent - seemingly sharing it with Daryl - and it made you walk faster in hopes of being able to talk to the grumpy redneck before the other man came back outside. Though, it probably wouldn't really make a difference - he would still hear the both of you.

Daryl looked at you when he sensed you walking into his direction and his expression changed from annoyed to even more annoyed, making you feel small again. Still, you kept going until you were standing only a meter away from him.

"Hey," you whispered, nervously fidgeting with your fingers as he looked at you for a split second before he averted his eyes again.

"Whatcha want?" he grumbled into the cigarette, which was hanging between his lips. And the way he practically spat these words at you made you feel even smaller, so you stayed quiet for a moment in order to find your voice and think of an answer. Apparently, it was too long for him because he stood up with a 'pffft' leaving his lips and walked past you.

You turned around and watched his back for a few seconds before you jogged up to him and reached for his arm, "I- wait," your hand only graced his skin before he jerked his arm away from your reach, a scowl forming on his face.

"Sorry," you mumbled quietly becasue, somehow, you just weren't able to speak louder than a mouse around him. And, honestly, by the way he was looking at you, you were losing hope about building a friendship, pretty fast. Still, you continued to speak, "Thank you."

Daryl shook his head, smoke puffing from his mouth, "Fo' what?"

A small smile formed on your lips as you looked up at him, putting a strand of hair behind your ear, "For bringing me here," you waved your hands around, "It's nice," you paused, smiling again and folding your hands behind your back, "And also, thank you for trusting me - at least, enough to bring me here."

He scoffed loudly, pulling the cigarette from between his lips, throwing it on the ground and stomping it out, smoke, again, escaping his lips, "There ain't nothin' to thank me fo'."

You shook your head instantly, "There is-"

You got interrupted by him before you were able to finish your sentence, "Go, girl, don' need yer bullshit."

Your smile fell at his words and you didn't know why his words stung so much, after all, you didn't even really know him - but, god, they stung. You didn't dare to say anything else, afraid you'd have to hear more of his hurtful words. So, you just nodded slowly before you turned around and walked away.

Daryl watched you until you disappeared from his sight before he continued walking as well, doing what he wanted to do before you had walked up to him. Hunt. He'd almost say he regretted the words he had said but he didn't allow himself to think about you too much - he'd be gone soon anyway.

You took a moment to process the conversation - if you could even call it a conversation - and calmed yourself down, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a second. It was clear to you that you and Daryl definitely wouldn't become friends.

An 'oof' left your mouth when you bumped into something hard and you looked up to see a young man - probably only a few years older than you - looking down at you, an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry," he exclaimed, holding you by your arms to keep you stable.

You shook your head and smiled gently at him, "It's okay, wasn't looking," you lowered your head in slight embarrassment.

The young man smiled as well and nodded softly, "Okay," he looked around and seemed to remember something because his eyebrows shot up and he opened his mouth to say something, "Me and a few others are going on a run to get - you know - supplies," you nodded in understanding as he continued to speak, "So I'm asking around to see if anyone needs anything in particular."

You held up your hands while you shook your head again, "Oh, no, I don't need anything. But, thank you-" you paused mid sentence as you realised you didn't even know his name.

"Glenn," he finished with a short nod, "Okay, gotta go, we're leaving soon," he was already starting to walk away as the words left his mouth, lifting an arm to wave at you.

You hummed and continued walking as well, trying to find a quiet place to have some alone time. You wanted to be by yourself for a bit and just think about the whole situation - become clear about your feelings.

You found a small lake, which was at the back of the camp. Walking a bit closer to the shining water, you sat down, pulling your knees up to your chest and crossing your arms over your legs. You rested your chin on your knees as you looked at the blue waves - the slight wind making them move softly.

You liked it here - at least, you thought you did. It's kind of weird - if that's the right word - to be with a group full of strangers. You felt like an outsider among them 'cause they all seemed to be so close and you just couldn't imagine fitting in. Not now, not ever. You had always been a person without many friends or people you actually cared about, so you weren't used to having that many people around you. But most of them were being really nice to you despite their clear distrust. You were hoping you'd feel more comfortable over the time - after all, you had only been there for a day.

You stayed there for a little while longer before you stood up, ready to go back to the others and help them with their daily chores. Most of them were busy already. Dale was trying to fix up his old RV - the hose seemingly making a problem - while Carol was sitting with her daughter, reading something. Lori and another woman, who's name you didn't know, were doing the laundry and you thought helping them would be the best option. You walked over to them, smiling almost shyly as you started picking up the clothes.

You managed to hang up a few pieces before a crackling noise got your attention and it seemed like it got Lori's as well because she dropped the piece she just started to pick up and jogged over to Dale, who was holding a walkie-talkie. You followed her, stopping next to a girl with blond hair as all of you waited for Dale's next move.

There was a voice coming though the little speaker and the old man listened for a few seconds, trying to understand what was being said before he spoke, "Hello? Reception's bad on this end. Repeat, repeat."

It was silent for a moment before the voice sounded again, "Shane, is that you? We're in some deep shit."

Dale held up one finger to silence Lori when she started to ask questions as the voice on the other end came through once more, "We're trapped in the department store."

The group was starting to get nervous now, everybody oviously tensing up as they realised their people were in danger. Shane was rubbing the back of his neck, staring at Dale, "He say they're trapp-"

He didn't even get to finish as the walkie-talkie made a crackling sound and the situation got further explained, "Geeks all over the place," the voice said more but it was barely audible, the crackling way too loud.

You were confused at the word 'geeks' but you quickly realised he meant the 'rotten people'. Dale tried to get a few more answers but at this point, he couldn't hear the person - called T-Dog - at all. The others started to discuss wether they should or shouldn't go after them and you just stood there, looking around almost helplessly as the group got louder, looking angrily at each other.

Amy, the girl who had been standing next to you for the past few minutes, was arguing with Shane, "She volunteered to go," she looked him up and dowm, "To help the rest of us."

He nodded, "I know," he lowered his head and looked at the ground before meeting her eyes again, "And she knew the risks, right?"

Amy stared at him in disbelief, cleary not understanding how he could be like that. You weren't even sure who they were talking about but you were, too, shocked about the fact that he was ready to leave the rest of them behind. People who wanted to help - people who put their lives in danger so the group would be able to survive.

"See, if she's trapped, she's gone. So, we just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do," he continued talking, now looking at you for a split second, who was still standing next to Amy, then trailing is eyes to the ground for a second time.

"She's my sister, you son of a bitch," she practically spat at him before she ran away, surely wanting to be alone. And you could understand her. The worry she must've felt in that moment - it reminded you of the time when you were waiting for your mother to return. You could only hope that their story wouldn't be over yet.

And as if mother nature understood the current mood and situation, it suddenly started thundering with rain following close behind. Lori decided to follow Amy, giving Shane a long look before walking away.

The group split up afterwards, everybody doing their own thing as to dirstract themselves from their feelings. While Carol cutted Carl's hair and Shane cleaned his gun, you helped a man named Jim hanging up a line, cans attached to it. It was supposed to alarm the group if 'geeks' - as they called them - made it up the hill.

You were busy for quite a while. Everything was going good and you thought Jim was pretty good company. You were talking to him when everybody's ears perked as a loud siren like sound pierced the air. Dale immediately took his flield glasses to see what was causing the noise as the rest slowly walked over to him.

"What is it? Is it them?," Amy asked, in hopes of getting her sister back. And you, too, hoped it was them just so everybody would be able to reunite with their loved one's.

"A stolen car is my guess," Dale answered, following the car with his eyes as it drove up the hill, parking right next to his RV. Carl covered his ears when the loud beeping sound became too much for him.

Shane and Amy almost sprinted towards the car when the door opened and Glenn stepped out, suprisingly wearing a wide grin on his face.

"Holy crap, turn that damn thing off," Dale exclaimed, pointing his finger at the korean man. But he didn't even get a chance to as Amy started pestering him with questions about her sister, "Is she okay? Is she all right?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," he held up his hands as Shane forced him to sit in the car again in order to pop the hood. Jim made the sound stop as Amy continued to ask about her sister, "Where is she? Why isn't she with you?"

"She's fine. Everybody is," Glenn smiled and that seemed to shut the blond girl up, nodding her head slowly. You walked over to her and rubbed her am in a comforting way, which made her give you a small smile - a silent thank you. Glenn apologised for the loud noise just before a big Truck approached.

Amy freed herself from your grasp when she saw another blond girl stepping out - you assmued her sister - and ran towards her, giving her a big hug, both of them laughing in happiness.

Everybody started to hug each other and you had to admit you felt a little left out, you weren't close enough to them to hug anybody. So you looked down, trying to make yourself somewhat inivisble - not that it was hard. Glenn seemed to notice you anyway and thought it wouldn't hurt to see you smile as well. So, he made his way over to you and wrapped you into his big arms, catching you of guard for a second before you returned the hug.

You pulled away after a moment, looking at him with a small grin, "I'm glad you're okay."

He nodded softly, "Yeah, me too."

He turned to Shane when he asked the young man how they even managed to get out on their own, "The new guy. He got us out."

Just then, another figure stepped out of the truck, putting his hands on his hips as he made small steps into the camp. He was wearing a police uniform but it looked dirty and used, showing his fight to survive on the oustide.

You jumped a little when Carl started running towards the man, screaming in happiness, "Dad!" The older man engulfed the child in his arms, hugging him tight to his body. Lori was following close behind, looking at the man in pure shock before she wrapped her arms around the both of them.

You were happy for them - all of them - you just wished you could've had the same luck with your mother.

Later that night, when everything was dark already, your group was sitting in a circle, Rick telling his story. And it amazed you, gave you hope, knowing that even in a shitty situation like this, good things can happen.

After some time, Dale turned his head into Shane's direction, "Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon?" he took a sip of his drink, "He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."

Shane shook his head, folding his hands above his knees. And you were a little shocked since you didn't even think about Daryl having a family here. Then again; it'd explain the man you saw him with this morning.

They started dicussing who would be the one to tell Daryl about Merle's fate, T-Dog volunteering first and then Rick. In the end, they decided Rick should do it 'cause they were scared the situation would get worse if a black guy told Daryl about it. You didn’t think it’d make a difference, but it’s not like anybody would care about your opinion.

"I stopped long enough to chain the door," T-Dog said, his head lowering in guilt of leaving a man behind, "Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squezze against it at once. Not enough to break it," he paused for a moment, looking at everyone, "Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof."

He stood up and left after that, going into his tent to call it a night and leaving the rest of the group.

"I'm gonna go sleep, too," you spoke, standing up, stretching your legs and arms, and yawning loudly. The others smiled a bit and said their good night's to you.

You laid in your tent that night, staring at the 'ceiling' and thinking about the day. It was okay - better than the days before - and you actually felt like you could be happy if you got used to this place - to the people living there. You were scared of being happy here because that would mean you accepted the fact that you'd lost your home and your mother. It would mean you're letting go of the past. But you tried to tell yourself that it's okay to miss someone, that it's okay to let go, that the hurt will fade, that it's okay to move on. You tried.

Chapter 3

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unexpected-character · 10 months

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Hearts and Choices

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x Reader

Summary: You were offered by Yang a position that will help further your career in Cardiothoracic instead of your old specialty Plastic Surgery. However, this could mean leaving Amelia behind.

Warning: Abandonment issues (?), (idk if there’s more, but if you think so just tell me so I can add them)

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When I was offered to be the Director of Cardiothoracic Surgery in Switzerland, as Yang would be the next Klausmann’s Director of Surgery and Head of Surgical Research, she needed my expertise and helped her manage the load. I wanted to accept it immediately, knowing this would be a big step in my career in Cardiothoracic. However, I need to talk to Amelia. I don’t want to leave her after Meredith is gone, and just last month, Maggie did too. I know how she is when the people close to her are leaving.

I met her when Addie brought me to Seattle Grace. I was with her in Seaside moonlighting. They said she did work at the seaside before, but I hadn’t caught her as she was leaving and going to Seattle to stay with her brother. We weren’t together then, just shameless flirting and almost kissing ‘til Addison interrupted us. We reconnected when Cormac and I transferred with Cristina’s arrangement for him to be Head of Peds and I Head of Cardio but become Head of Plastics instead, as apparently Maggie and Winston are in Cardio now, so I have to find a job. Thankfully, I’m triple certified in plastics before transferring my speciality to become a surgeon in Cardiothoracic. Anyway, before I bore you with my achievements from a young age. Let’s return to my big problem about telling the woman I love about my job offer.

I had just finished my surgery when I saw her about to berate Yasuda as I heard the Kid may have dropped an instrument. I know that intern has been sleeping in on-call rooms, and I wonder what her story is about, but I don’t think the kid needs a lecture. So I had to interrupt.

“Hey, Dr Yasuda and Dr Shepherd. Can I talk to you for a minute?” I said to her and pushed her to a supply room before she could reply. I gave Yasuda a look, and she nodded in appreciation. “Okay, what’s going on, babe? I saw you about to embarrass the intern in front of many nurses and probably her patients.” I asked. She was just looking at the floor and exhausted for the day. “Hey, Amy. Talk to me, babe.” I approached her and raised her head so she could look at me. “I know about the offer,” she said, trying not to look and maintain eye contact. “Oh, okay. Well, first off, why did you look at my emails? That's kinda shitty as my privacy is – “ “I didn't mean to. It was just there in front of me when I asked to use your laptop when you were in the shower,” she interrupted. “Well, you should have just showered with me, you know, and we wouldn’t have this problem,” I said, and I could see that she was hiding a smile. I held her hands and kissed them to get her to calm down. I spoke, “I was going to tell you about it later when we get home, as I don’t want to keep this a secret from you. I love you, Amelia and I want your opinion about it as it would be a huge step for my career.” “Do you want it? Are you planning to take it?” she asked. “Truthfully, it is a very tempting offer and a huge one for me, babe. I was supposed to be here for the head of Cardio, but because Maggie and Winston happened, I had to give that up and become head of Plastics.” I said. “So you are taking it,” she said as she let go of my hand and sat on the floor, trying to settle her feeling and not wanting her tears to fall. I sighed. I followed and sat near her, taking her in my arms and letting her feel me.

“I love you, Amelia. I have never loved someone so unique and complex that each waking moment I have with you is never dull and always unpredictable. When I came back here, you were with Link and also very pregnant, and I know you were happy, so I never disturbed you even when my feelings for you grew so much in the years that I finally know you. Then did you know how much it was killing me to see you being proposed to by Link on that beach? God, I thought my heart would stop, and that’s coming from a world-class cardiothoracic surgeon who knows it is a rare feat, so I left for three months. I went to see Yang and told her my predicament. I helped her in Klausmann, and I tried and tried to forget about my feelings for you, but I can’t. I told her that I had to go home. Home, even though I’m not sure where that was until I saw you performing that flawless operation on David. You were my home even if I wasn’t yours. It was always the wrong timing for us. I didn’t realise that you met Kai and, I guess, gotten to know them, and maybe you love them, but I just let it be.” “Uhmm, excuse me, but you weren’t so available yourself. You were hooking up with the new Plastics surgeon. I thought you didn’t want to do with me. I never expected that you also have feelings for me.” she said. “I know I wasn’t a saint, Amy. I am human too, and I needed people, and I hooked up with people, but you, on the other hand, were always in a relationship, so I didn’t do anything not until after a few months when I saw you in the backyard when Kai left you. I consoled you but kept my distance because I didn’t want to be your rebound.” “You are not my rebound. How many times do I have to tell you that.” “I know, Amy. I know. I just want to tell you that these past few months of being with you are never enough, Babe. I love you so much a-” “But you’re leaving. That’s what people say before they abandon me.” she interrupted again. “God, woman, let me finish.” I held her closer as if she’d run away and said,” I love you so much, and I love my job too. However, after many relationships on your part and flings from mine, I realised that I want it just to be you, and so I told Cristina that I have to talk to you about this, and here we are.” “You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? Just tell me already. Stop my suffering.” she said and hugged me tight.

“You don’t listen, huh? I love you, and I will always choose you, Amy. I’m accepting the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery but not in Zurich. I’ll be accepting it here. I will tell Yang she can offer it to Ndugu even though he shouldn’t leave the hospital. That guy is amazing with his techniques, and Maggie taught him well.” I said. “You're not leaving. You are not leaving?” she said, surprised. “I’m not leaving, baby, but I want to explore the options of having Klausmann and Grey Sloan partner, especially with Cardiothoracic research. Cristina owes me some favours. Maybe she and I can talk about it as well as Teddy. Though I have to talk to Winston and maybe persuade him not to leave and instead be my co-chief.” I said out loud. “Thank you, and I love you. I do.” She said, kissing me passionately as if we didn’t need air to breathe.

We got interrupted when someone walked in, “seriously, you two? Not again.” Addison said. Amelia and I laughed, and I said, amused, “Why is it always you, Addie?” “I don’t know, and I hate you two.” She said and left the room. I got up carrying Amelia with me. I settled her down and said, “We’ll be okay, love. I love you, and I’m staying.”

After the missed opportunities of being with the woman I love, I don’t think I’ll ever leave now that I have the taste of it. I love her and Scout and my profession, so I guess I made the right choice.

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happy74827 · 7 months

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His Ghostly Touch

[Rick Grimes x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: “He was gone, but he was everywhere.”

WC: 988

Category: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort (Takes place during the 6 year time gap // GIF CREDITS: @andy-clutterbuck)

I wrote with a lot of commas this time to represent the emotion involved with this (angsty, I know), but now that I’m re-reading, I actually hate it and I’m too lazy to fix it🧍‍♀️

『••✎••』

You could still hear the way your name fell from his lips as he kissed his way down your neck. His warm hands sliding down over your skin, caressing every part of your body.

You'd always imagined it would be rough. A man like him, in a world like this, would surely be hardened. Yet, the way he made love to you that first time and every night after that was filled with an unbridled passion, a softness and longing that you'd never felt with any other man before.

Rick loved you. Not just with his words but with his body, his touch. It was in the way he smiled at you when you walked into the room. The way his gaze lingered on you when you talked, it was as if the entire world was melting away, and the only thing he could see was you.

He loved you.

And you loved him.

That was the worst part. Loving him was the hardest thing you ever had to do and not a day went by where you didn't think about him, miss him, cry over him. He was gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. He was gone, and yet you could still feel him. Everywhere. All around you. You could still hear his voice. Your name on his lips. That raspy tone that would make your knees go weak, his breath tickling your ear.

He was gone, but he was everywhere.

Rick was a good man. A strong man. But even strong men have their breaking point, and he was no exception. You should have seen it coming. The way he looked at you, his eyes dark and filled with pain. He tried so hard to hide it from you. He tried to be strong for you, for his family, for his people, but the truth was that he was tired. He was tired of fighting, tired of losing people, and tired of being in pain.

He carried so much on his back, so much responsibility. You knew it was weighing him down. You knew he needed someone to lean on, someone to share the burden with, and you wanted to be that person for him. You wanted to be his rock, his anchor, his solace. You wanted to take away his pain, to make him smile, to give him hope.

But you failed. You failed him. You let him down. You watched as the man you loved, the man you would die for, the man who was the center of your world, the man who made your heart sing, slipped away.

He smiled at you as he held the gun up, his finger on the trigger. He smiled at you, and you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You tried to reach him, to stop him, to save him, but both Carol and Michonne had held you back, their strong arms wrapped around your waist as you fought against them, tears streaming down your face. And then,

Rick had pulled the trigger.

You cried out, the sound of the bridge collapsing filling the air. You screamed his name, and Carol held on to you tighter, pulling you away from the explosion, away from the sight of your husband, your soulmate, your world, dying with the flames.

And then, he was gone.

You'd never felt pain like that before. It was as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, as if your soul had been torn in two. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but scream. And then you'd passed out, falling into the blackness of oblivion, your last thoughts of him.

Now, months later, you'd finally started to heal. But the pain was still there, a constant ache in your chest, an emptiness that could never be filled. You missed him. Every day, every minute, every second. But you knew he would want you to keep going, to keep fighting, to keep living.

That's what you did. You lived for him. For his memory, for his sacrifice. You carried on, doing what you could to help the community, to keep his family safe, to make his dream a reality. You were strong for him because that's what he would have wanted.

And now, here you were, lying in the bed that you had shared, the place that once held so many memories and so much love.

You could still feel him, smell his scent, see his smile. And for a moment, just a brief moment, you let yourself pretend that he was there with you. You closed your eyes and imagined his arms around you, his lips on yours, his body pressed against yours.

You let yourself pretend, if only for a moment, that he was still alive. That he was still there with you. And as the tears streamed down your face, as the ache in your chest grew, as the emptiness threatened to consume you, you whispered his name.

"Rick."

The tears flowed freely as you remembered him. The day you met, the way he looked at you, the way his fingers felt against your skin. The first time you kissed, the first time you made love. The way he made you laugh, the way he made you feel, the way he made your heart sing.

"Rick."

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, like a promise, like a plea. You clung to the memories of him, the pain of losing him, the love you had for him. It was too much. Too much to bear.

You let yourself fall apart, the grief overwhelming you, the loss tearing you apart. You sobbed, the tears coming faster and harder, your body shaking with the force of it.

And in the darkness, in the loneliness, in the grief, you whispered his name one last time before closing your eyes to finally rest.

"Rick."

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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I’LL FIND YOU

Daryl Dixon x fem reader

WARNINGS: grief, angst, mentions of death, blood, gore, mentions of weapons, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, mentions of medication, injured reader in first half, mentions of fire, malnutrition/dehydration, mentions of vomit, mentions of murder, walkers described in gorey details, season 3 plot, the governor, mentions of dead parent (Lori/Hershel), unconscious reader in second half, no actual main character death except for mentions of Hershel, mentions of bullet wound, talk of knives, war between the governor x ricks men.

A/N: I’ve been working on the piece for about a month and I’ve been trying my best to edit and add any little minor details hopefully you guys enjoy it and feedback is always appreciated!

WORD COUNT: over 12.3K words

the governor had finally struck this time it was a total surprise that he showed up on the front lawn of the prison holding two of their own people captive and trying to bargain for a shitty trade,

A shitty trade that would've never happened if they had just had left the governor and his people alone.

he had let loose his men on to the camp causing chaos throughout the members of the community,

he was releasing a toxin of death and violence throughout the air when he arrived, it was almost like a snake spitting out its venom.

y/n had wished that Michonne had just gutted him when she had the chance that instead of all this chaos he'd be six feet in the ground not a bother to anyone any more,

or even better he'd be a mind and life less walker left roaming the world with no god damn purpose.

She still felt that rick was wrong for shutting her down at the idea that maybe if he hadn't none of this mess would've happened,

they had lost an innocent man one who was helpful when it came to the crops and tending to the people who had the sickness, he was one that had kept the camp together in some of its mayhem.

Once the prison went down in flames and gunfire was unleashed striking a few of their members including y/n herself,

everyone had scattered firing weapons and screaming for their loved ones, looking for their brothers and sisters,

even children had been lost through the mayhem.

The ones who hadn't gotten onto the bus had run into different parts of the woods to escape the mayhem and protect themselves from being shot at,

except others like Michonne stayed to finally end it once and for all, after stealing her sword back she had left the governor to be gutted by the walkers to get his karma, or his fate ot whatever else bullshit you'd like to call it.

But whatever it was it was meant to be, that's how things were supposed to go and there was no changing it now, it was all to late to stop the terror and mayhem reeked on the people and the prison left in a gush of flames and walkers,

some of the walkers were people they knew. People they had lived with inside the prison, people they fed each night and people they had nurtured to come back from their sickness all for them to be killed by a man that should've died ages ago.

A man that had let a walker eat Angela, a man who was a fucking psychopath but yet he had still slipped through the cracks of being killed by Michonne and the others.

Grenades and the sound of gunfire erupted all around the outside of the prison making a loud ruckus that had surely sent a signal to walkers miles away that there was fresh meat lurking it was only a matter of time before a hoard had shown up just like on the farm.

She held her gun as she fired bullets taking down one of the governors men watching as he fell out onto the grass, she couldn't feel mercy for someone who killed innocent people,

she couldn't forgive someone who killed a good man like hershel, even if the pit of her heart wanted to she couldn't do it, so she shot them down to protect not just her friends but Daryl.

Daryl looked over at her as he could see her leg being struck from her lack of attention, for a split second she had let her eyes go and that's when she could feel the bullet piercing through her thigh,

he had fired one more bullet before rushing to her pulling her behind a metal box, hoping that it would shield them off for a few minutes or just even a few seconds so he could tend to her wound.

She whimpered looking down at the pool of blood and watching Daryl tear some fabric off of his shirt as he ripped open her blue jeans tying the cloth around it to keep the blood in,

"i gotta get you to the bus y/n" he spoke trying to help her up but he watched her shake her head with a violent 'no' "what do you mean no you're hurt we gotta get you out of here you're done fighting"

he spoke lifting her up and placing her onto the steps of the bus watching Maggie drag her in.

"I can fight Daryl! I just might not be at my best!"

She argued back,

he fired a bullet knocking a man dead before replying to her with a force but meaningful voice, it was something he was good at. "promise i'll find ya y/n I just need you to stay here with Maggie please"

he spoke before firing his gun at a walker looking for something to cover him from the other gun fire surrounding them, he had his crossbow on his back empty without arrows and his gun was soon to run out of bullets.

She had remembered the terror from watching the blood pool and her mind wandering in a train wreck of thoughts as she called out for Daryl who wasn't visible through the smoke anymore,

she let out a cry as she had jumped down the steps her shotgun resting on her back and her pistol still low on bullets in her holster.

that's all she needed, she'd find food and maybe a stream for water along the way,

maybe her and Daryl could survive with low ammo and low supplies, hell that was if she could even find him through the uproar.

she could hear Maggie cry out for her to come back on the bus through the open doors as she watched her limp into the smoke pulling her pistol out of her holster, she could hear Daryl call out something muffled by the gunfire and the walkers snarling,

y/n held onto her leg screaming out for him while she shot her last few bullets at a few walkers, she groaned as she could feel one groping at her arm its teeth snapping and trying to chomp down on the fleshy part of her neck,

she had used her leg to kick it back but none of it was enough, this walker was strong and hungry for its next meal, y/n had closed her eyes mumbling something aloud to herself.

Maybe a soft prayer or just an apology for being so damn weak, but it wasn't needed. Well not now at least because she could feel its blood splatter from a gunshot by maggie who had chased after her and with the haze of the smoke around them she called out y/n's name

she was also so desperately searching for her husband along the way, y/n could barely hear her calls over the sound of grenades launching and the slight gun fire from the people still fighting walkers, the snarling like a horrid echo in her brain.

and the gunfire around them like a constant loop she couldn't get rid of.

She had lost Daryl in the crowd of smoke, it was like he had just been sucked into it, she was weeping from the fresh wound on her leg making things even harder to contain her silence to hide from the walkers, she spun in a circle as she called out his name maybe just to see if fate would take it's place,

she thought maybe he'd peak his head out and grab her hand or just maybe she could follow his voice back to his trail but she could hear nothing except Maggie's yelling as she had pulled y/n back from a walker she had been oblivious to because of the smokey haze surrounding them,

they had followed bob and sasha who had taken a grip onto each other's hands, they were able to follow each other into a spot in the woods,

where the smell of gun-powder lingered and where they could see the riot of destruction still going on.

"i gotta go back, I can't leave him"

y/n cried out feeling sasha wrap her arm around her to help keep her stable and well from toppling over from the roots underneath their feet.

she knew wasn't safe to be roaming around not with flesh eating monsters and bullets flying everywhere especially with a wound of her own in her leg but that didn't mean she wasn't willing to try by risking her entire life.

she could've been half eaten or pierced with bullets a million times but none of that would've ever stopped her from looking for Daryl.

They could hear the bus take off with the roar of its engine while it was pelted with bullets, she watched Maggie slip a tear down her cheek as she knelt down to take a moment,

y/n had plotted a spot in the dirt next to her while she laid her head on maggie's shoulder.

with a soft sniffle she watched walkers flood in from almost each direction hitting every weak spot of the prison there was, the fences hadn't mattered now because they were all destroyed from the governors tank and the bombs he had placed in the prison.

their somewhat of a 'home' had been destroyed, all their friends that were buried in the prison yard had been stomped on and destroyed by the tanks and the fire spreading through them,

She stared into the destruction while her mind was in somewhat of a distant haze on not being able to find daryl she called out for him in the woods but there was no response instead she could hear gunfire still rocketing from the prison as smoke was flooding up into the sky,

she covered her mouth with a soft gasp watching a side of the building fall to pieces from the destruction of the fire, a part of the building had started to collapse the building they had lived in, the building where they had lost their friends.

and now they were surely to lose even more.

her eyes burned from the tears erupting from them while she could feel her lungs gasping for fresh air in the forest to calm herself down

instead it was like she could feel the grey chemicals filling them instead, she couldn't fully focus on the others as she watched the prison burn.

Maggie did the same she stood frozen in silence while looking down at the blood and the destruction while looking down at the walkers that had been crawling the place,

y/n would've just frozen in place and let herself get shot or eaten by walkers, her mind was only able to focus on the destruction around her not the part of escaping if it weren't for the thought of her friends lingering in her mind she would've given up and let the evil take her in.

She could feel her mind in a whirl as Sasha had to convince her it was time to leave that this area wasn't safe especially not with the walkers starting to flood in like a tidal wave,

The mob grew bigger and bigger because of the sound luring them all in, she was afraid, for the longest time during the end of the world she hadn't been afraid,

she knew what she was supposed to do and she knew how to do it. Why was this so damn hard for her? Why couldn't she grow up and calm herself down from the pain of the situation around them?

She looked over at maggie who had a slight tremble in her step and she hadn't even been shot,

yet it was the terror in her eyes that made y/n start to understand the reality of it all, the

pity and the anger lingering in her pupils while they grew wide while watching her fathers head being cut off like a lambs.

Instead of a sob or a cry she was quiet keeping to herself while she killed straggling walkers that approached around them.

Now y/n was thinking about Daryl, she saw the way his eyes looked when he got worried whenever they fought a big enough mob he'd pull her aside and check for any bites or scratches right away, he was always the first to volunteer to go on runs with her, and he was always the first to look out for her.

He wasn't a frightened man, he was never scared even if you had put a gun to his head and threatened to pull the trigger would he not beg for his damn life, he was never afraid when he approached walkers or bad men trying to hurt the camp, but this. This mayhem scared him.

Not because he was scared for his life but yet it was hers he was so damn scared about,

he was nervous that she'd be an easy target for the walkers because he had seen the blood rushing out of her thigh from the bullet from a man's gun that had pierced her clear through.

He hadn't had a sight of her, but he prayed she had stayed on the bus. That she hadn't gotten off to go looking for him, he was praying a murmured prayer not just in his mind but aloud as he followed beth into the woods.

"did you see him y/n asked sasha with a hint of hope in her voice, sasha watched as her lip l quivered as she shook her head no at her,

y/n felt somewhat close to hopeless not for Daryl but herself, she was afraid to be out there with just a gun that had 2 bullets in it and her shotgun had been empty from y/n giving rick her ammo.

They had used all their ammo shooting at the governor's men, trying to defend their territory and their people as best as they could especially after he killed Hershel in cold blood.

she could hear Maggie softly sob at the thought of her father dying, and she couldn't even say a simple goodbye to him. She held onto y/n's hand tightly while her eyes looked down at her wound gushing with blood.

she could see y/n holding onto the black and white bandana wrapped sloppily around her left wrist, it was Daryl's he had given it to her just right before the governor and his men had shown up.

He had peppered kisses on her face and told her how happy he was that the flu had been gone and that they could finally be together again from the quarantine.

they had stopped at a river, to aid the wounds of Bob and Y/n because they couldn't survive without a fresh change of bandages and at least some water maybe even some food,

she shivered at the cold breeze trying to warm her body by blowing into her hands watching Maggie who had her maroon red sweater draped over her shoulders to fight some of the cold wind around them.

"you think we're gonna find him?" y/n asked while unwrapping the cloth on her wound and using the bandana in her pocket to wrap around her fleshy wound,

"i need to find beth and glenn i won't forgive myself if i don't find them, Beth's all alone out there she's not meant for this world" Maggie admitted sulkily.

"i won't stop until i find them and that's a damn promise, until i find daryl and glenn and beth i'll travel these damn woods"

y/n spoke looking up at the trees surrounding them, she could hear bob let out a blubbered sigh as he had a smile on his face.

"stop being so damn happy" sasha remarked offering him a bottle of water watching as he took a sip, she dabbed his wound with some fresh water before putting a new piece of cloth on it,

"we're alive that means the others could be to"

y/n and maggie had both looked at each other at bobs words they knew the chances were slim but they weren't none.

"that's why you're smiling?" sasha asked patting his back once she was done with his bandages,

she sat on the log looking over at the river water hearing it splash softly against the bank,

she took a deep breath before replying to bob's comment, "what if they're not?" she asked resting her head against her hand looking as maggie was sharpening her knife against a rock.

"they are" y/n had bit back tying her shoelace and standing up to wipe some of the dirt off of her clothes with a slight wobble she sat down on the log to catch her from stumbling over looking over at bob to see him smile at her with a nod of his head.

"we'll find em, I'll find Daryl I know that for a fact" y/n spoke firmly propping her feet against the wood looking down at the water rushing beneath them, she was going to find them even if it killed her.

"You don't know that we need to focus on getting food, water and shelter for us and we need some antibiotics for not just you but bob"

Sasha hissed back tossing a strand of bandage in a pocket of her bag while looking over at y/n.

"What we need to do is find our friends! We need to make sure they're alright! And I don't need any damn medication I'm fine"

y/n demanded back watching Sasha roll her eyes and fold her arms at the pity of her idea.

"That's stupid y/n they're dead! No one could've survived that! They're all dead, even my brother!" Sasha yelled back watching y/n shake her head.

"You're wrong and I'm gonna prove it to you, I'm gonna prove that you don't know everything! And that there is something left of this world"

She could feel the hypocrisy of her own words, anything left of this world? Well anything that wasn't over loaded with flesh eating zombies and destroyed to utter pieces?

But that's not what she was talking about, she was talking about the fate and the miracle of it all,

she meant that there was some left, and when came a fate came a hope that it would come to them, that they would be able to seal their fate for good.

Even if it meant doing things they didn't want to.

once that first morning had came y/n was gone leaving nothing but a note in the dirt she went off,

it was stupid, she was foolish for even attempting something like this, with an empty shotgun a pistol with two bullets and a dagger.

she couldn't make it on her own.

That didn't mean she wasn't gonna try to make it on her own, she was stubborn. So stubborn she was willing to risk everything she had all for him.

she couldn't be around sasha and her hopelessness sopping around while she moped over mourning her friends that they were sure they hadn't even known if they lost yet.

she couldn't stand the fact of giving up on Daryl when he could still very much be alive and even if he wasn't she wanted to find his body so she could prove to herself.

When she promised she wouldn't stop looking for him it wasn't a lie 2 weeks later she had been looking for Daryl this time alone and in the woods,

y/n spent days tracking but there wasn't any sight of him, no tracks nothing, not even a hint of a foot print left as a clue for her.

So now she spent her time hunting down Daryl like a hunter searching for its prey except she was nowhere near close to finding him.

she needed food, something to eat let alone she needed water before she passed out from the lack of water she'd had, if any she hadn't had water since she drank the last drops from her water bottle and that was a few days ago.

the streams were still dangerous to drink from unless the water had been boiled to kill the germs,

besides she didn't wanna take the risk of getting sick when she was alone and without medicine if she did get ill,

she had been to busy focusing on where Daryl could've been, wondering if he was hurt or dead was the only thing even circling inside her mind,

she had been carrying an empty shotgun and just one bag on her filled with nothing but two empty water bottles and a candy bar wrapper.

she had been walking up and down a train track looking for maybe any sign of a camp or maybe any sign of Daryl himself,

but she was tired. Exhausted from the fact she had been hunting him for the past 16 hours barely even getting any sleep during the night made her even more drowsy and the lack of sleep and malnutrition was starting to get to her.

she had almost sat down before seeing a string of cans catch her attention,

they rested on the forest floor, she stepped over them so she could get a better look of what the cans might've been surrounding.

She saw a scruffy tent with tears that had surely been sitting here for ages.

There was a leftover of snake skin rested on the side of the campfire just newly cooked at that she thought to herself before reaching down and rubbing her thumb in the ash,

an empty green water bottle filled with nothing but drops of water rested in the dirt

she looked away from it to see a trail of footsteps making a way out into the woods, she followed the boot marks out into a field taking a whiff of the fresh overgrown grass surrounding her,

she adjusted her backpack before taking a look around the forest, she looked down at the ground once more to see Not only were there combat boot marks but there was another trail one of a different shape of boots, probably a women's.

if this was Daryl then he must've found one of the others on the way out of the prison, or he might've found them lingering in the woods like y/n had been doing for weeks.

Luckily her wound had cleared up about after a week but she still needed some pain killers from the pain lingering in the woods,

she still had a slight limp from the pain but it hadn't bothered her that much to stop looking for him.

She adjusted her bag before looking up from the tracks, she could see a few walkers lingering in the field while a few of them laid dead, it looked like a golf course with the flags scattered.

She sprinted trying her best to stay quiet with the pain shooting up her leg as she reached a building tugging at the doors unsuccessfully almost like it had been locked she slipped out a lock picker,

the one daryl picked up for her on one of his supply runs so she could get shelter if she ever needed it.

she sighed as the walkers got closer praying that the door would unlock and that she wouldn't he stuck here with the damn mob

She had prayed that the door was just prop open and give her access to the building and sure as hell, this was one prayer someone must've heard or maybe it was just her fate or just maybe this is how it was supposed to go, maybe she was meant to survive in whatever was left of this world.

she saw about a dozen bodies on the floor some weren't walkers yet they were dead in their tents or sleeping bags he looked around to see bodies hanging from the ceiling with their obviously failed suicide attempt,

y/n ignored the bodies while shining her flashlight as she raised her pistol starting to clear room by room around the inside of the building

she looked at the small shop in the building

to see a body strung up and dressed like a mannequin being covered with a blanket it was making her shudder slightly looking at the two words written across her dirty dress.

she placed the blanket back, noticing a fingerprint in the dust that was on the counter, and a hanger that had been cleaned from dust, completely empty like the clothes had just been taken off, she rubbed some dust off herself before calling out softly.

Whether it was to find him or walkers there was no response, no snarling or no call back from anything not even the dead made a noise at her call out for something, with a deep breath she pulled out her knife to save her bullets or whatever was left in her gun.

she could see walkers scattered along the building, freshly dead with punctures to the head one was even beaten with a golf club, the club rested beside it as it was stained with the ugly colored blood she kicked it out of her way looking back down at the walker who had its head violently smashed in.

it was such an overkill the way it's brain was sprawled across the carpet of the room, she shined her flashlight down at the ground to look for any clues and with a slight widen of her eyes she picked up a rag, one that surely came from Daryl's pocket,

because it was the one y/n gave him while he dealt with the sick patients graves he tucked it into his pocket for emergencies.

like if he ever got injured like that time with the arrow piercing him in his torso, it would be a cloth for him to use to help prevent him from bleeding out if he ever had to amputate his own arm or leg or maybe even someone else's.

or even if he just has motor oil on his hands he'd use the cherry colored rag to wipe his hands clean away from the residue

she could see a soft blood splatter on it making her heart drop softly rubbing over the fresh blood.

she froze before burying her face into it so that she could weep and with a small sniffle she stood up and making her way into what looked like a bar, there had been glass shattered, tables flipped, and the smell of liquor was soaking up the room,

y/n slipped her bandana over her face to cover up the smell while she checked over the counter for any possible walkers but there was nothing except already fading corpses.

she reached down to run her hands over the carpet where she felt a piece of glass skim her fingers while she wiped the wet residue on her pants, she knew this meant a good sign that it meant he was somewhere nearby, hopefully just right outside.

This was a good sign, it meant she was right on his tracks, it meant she was so close to finding him, hopefully alive and well is what she prayed.

With her tracking skills she could tell train tracks were near , and well she could see just the edge of them from where she had stood in the forest,

yet she stopped noticing blood splattered onto a bush, she knelt down running her fingers over the blood before sighing aloud because it was human.

From the glimpse of her eye she could see a plastic bottle it's color shined in the sunlight making a reflection in her eye, it sat right by the bush the same color as the one at the campsite which meant that there was a chance he had been here to,

she looked down at the tracks imprinted in the dry soils and the leaves, she held onto her knife tight hearing soft snarling as she followed the trail out of the woods and to where the tracks were

she stopped at the edge of the forest where the track lingered , she could see a few walkers standing over shredded bodies, guts and blood spilt all over their faces and jaws as they were eating the people in the grass, the green was now a dark red the blades of grass covered in pools and droplets of blood.

she backed away with a gasp, seeing a boot that had looked familiar to her.

the walkers had come towards her, "no no no"

she covered her mouth backing away from the walkers almost falling back watching as they were so focused on grabbing and clawing at her so it could take a bite from her flesh.

She had stabbed them watching their bodies drop to the ground and the blood coming back to splatter onto her face.

she was on her hands and knees feeling the palm of her hands being coated with the blood that had spilled out onto the grass from the mutilated bodies,

"please god please don't let it be his" she begged picking up the boot praying that it wasn't his. Her fingers skimmed over the loose laces as her fingers slowly opened it up to look at the tag on the tongue.

she read the letter of his name ever so clearly in what was left of the tag, she had laid on her back feeling the wet dirt press against her back as the sky had started to sprinkle its own tear drops,

she could feel herself weep looking at the mutilated bodies, the walker who had been eating them dead with a stab wound to its head while she seemed to just stare blankly,

she couldn't tell who it was or who it had been because of walkers eating it raw down to the pure white bone left in the persons body.

she felt sick looking at the pool of blood beneath it, she watched as its guts had been spread out onto the grass and the walker had fresh human blood covering over his jaw and his snarling mouth.

She wanted to spill her guts, to let her vomit spew onto the grass because it felt like it was going to erupt from her just thinking about his corpse being rutted through like a dead animal.

she weeped into the crease of her elbow mumbling his name like maybe he could still hear her that maybe he was just standing right there watching from the corner of the woods,

she felt hopeless looking at the body and the boot she was clenching onto, she blamed herself for letting him leave if only she had just followed him then maybe this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe if she had've payed attention she would've never gotten shot and she'd be with him, she'd still be traveling to find shelter with him, but now it was all gone.'

Daryl was gone, she had left sasha, bob, and maggie, and she still had no sign of any others,

she could feel the rain pattering down on her as mud started to form around her,

she sat up dimly slipping her bag over her shoulder it was like she couldn't believe any of this was happening that maybe all of this was some cruel joke the universe was playing on her.

She stood up to look at the tracks, they were scattered and straggled definitely walker tracks she thought to herself and they had come from right were the boot was place, the boot placed in a pool of blood just behind walker tracks.

She thought he was dead, he was gone forever because he had turned into one of those things,

she wanted to be put in the ground so she didn't have to see the rest of the cruel world, she didn't wanna see the death and the destruction anymore she just couldn't.

Her hand trembled on the gun in her holster but she let it go, she let her hand fall down to the side of her torso looking up to see a few birds fly over her head and feeling the wind gush through her hair she let out a soft sniffle wiping her tears.

She couldn't stop no matter how shitty this world was treating her she had to keep going even if that meant jumping to the conclusion he was dead,

she tied the boot onto her backpack wiping the wet blood from her hands onto her jeans leaving red smears along the fabric.

She had stepped to the edge of the woods pulling some moss and sticks from a tree tying them together into a cross leaving it where she had found his boot resting.

she patted the top of it before she had started to walk along the track mindlessly almost like she was a robot with one goal and it was to get the hell out of there, to get as far away as she could from any place near those damn corpses.

Or to get away from whatever was left of them.

her mind was like a zombie as her expression went blank and she trudged along the gravel in-between the bars of wood skimming over her feet with only one damn goal in her mind,

and that was to just survive.

she needed to find shelter soon something to settle her even if it was just for the night alone, even if she felt like her legs were folding into jello and she just wanted to drop down to the ground and cry.

she had cut through the woods to get off the tracks away from a hoard of walkers, she could see a wide road leading into a neighborhood, she sighed softly at the relief to see that it was pretty much a ghost town there.

She saw a house, it was still content, the bushes bloomed from the fall rain, and trees were sprouted around the sides of the house,

it had a white linen color to it, a nice two story house with pillars the color of fresh color of cotton, it's shutters matched the color of the paint on the house meanwhile the doors were the color of oak trees in the peak season of fall.

She had been polite to wipe her boots at the bottom of the white stairs before slowly stepping up them, she rested her hand flat onto her thigh taking in a deep breath before knocking at the door to alert her if there were any walkers,

she pulled out her knife clenching its black handle in her hand so tight she felt like she was cutting off her own circulation from the anxiousness striking her.

It was like the fear of dying next had been stalking her brain like a trail of walkers on her, it was like she could practically smell her fear wafting back into her face to alert her that it was still there.

She'd always been afraid of dying, she wanted to live out her life, she wanted a house and kids and maybe just a plain life with Daryl.

But she knew it would never happen and her wish for a normal life with him wouldn't ever come true especially after he had been consumed by walkers.

with no snarling and not even a peep from the house she knew it was blocked by something,

she pressed harder against the door only to hear the paint creak as it was opened, she had dropped her knife to see michonne standing in the doorway while rick and carl ate at the kitchen table,

y/n dropped her knife onto the deck without saying a word she froze with a tremble in her hands, she didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she had died or if she was just dreaming or maybe it was both and she was just a damn hallucination herself.

michonne had picked up y/n's knife resting it back into its holster and pulling y/n inside she sat her down at the kitchen table next to carl,

she had walker blood splattered on her face and clothes while her jeans were covered in human blood from the boot, her back and hair littered with mud from the rain that had washed over her as she laid in the grass mourning the loss of him.

She was silent watching Michonne pour her a glass of water while sitting across from her,

"you bit?" rick asked watching as his son frowned at the question, "no" she replied with a slight tremble in her voice, she tried to pick up the water glass but her hand had been shaking to much for her even to bring it even anywhere near her lips.

"Who's blood?" Rick asked they all watched a few tears slip down her face while she gestured to her backpack resting on the kitchen floor by her side, michonne picked it up,

her eyes softening once she saw Daryl's boot tied against her backpack, y/n had buried her face in her hands letting out soft weeps.

"i left maggie and bob and sasha to look for him and near the tracks i found his boot covered in blood and there wasn't a body but there were walker tracks coming from where his boot was"

her voice croaked more and more with each word she tried to spill out, it was like a bathtub just a drop away from overflowing and letting the waterworks loose all over the floor.

Michonne rubbed her back while Carl held onto y/n's hand rubbing the top of it with his thumb,

she had always been like an aunt to him even if they weren't related, "i should've gone after him at the prison but the smoke and i was shot i didn't know what to do" she spoke teary eyed while looking at rick whos hand was resting on his beard.

Carl rested his head against his shoulder and looked over at his father, He looked like he was about to cry once he realized he had surely lost yet another best friend,

"dad?" Carl asked but his father had a blank expression almost like he was dead, dead and numb from once again another loss.

"that can't be" he mumbled looking over teary eyed at the girl who was now toppling over the edge

"rick he's gone" she sobbed, "he's really gone!" she weeped aloud feeling Michonne wrap her arms around her shushing her to calm her down,

she tried to close her eyes and imagine that it was Daryl wrapping her in a warm hug, it's what he always did when she was sad, he did it whenever he could notice her sulking around.

It was his way of caring for her even if it was a silent hug he would always hum against her letting her take in the peace of it all.

She could hear a soft sniffle come from Rick and she realized that it wasn't Daryl holding her but yet Carl was, Carl was making sure that she hadn't fallen out of the chair from the shock of it all.

he had taken her hand pulling her up from the kitchen table, "c'mon" he spoke feeling y/n trail behind him as his hand was still connected to hers.

he opened a white bedroom door that had not a speck of blood on it, the bedroom had clothes on the floor but other than that it was tidy and clean, the dresser organized and the bed made,

Carl helped to unlace her boots setting them on the ground next to the bed, Michonne had stepped into the doorframe watching Carl care for his family.

"you look exhausted y/n you need to rest and maybe you could take a shower if your up for it"

Carl spoke looking over at Michonne who held her glass of water, she rested it onto the dark oak night stand next to her watching her nod with a quivered smile as she laid back onto the bed.

"me and michonne will get you some new clothes" carl had searched the draws before finding a clean t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she watched him set them onto the bed while Michonne grabbed a wet rag from the bathroom to wipe her face.

"You need anything food, more water, medicine?" Michonne asked moving the girls chin so she could wipe the walker blood off of her,

"pain killers my leg has been killing me ever since that man nailed me in it probably cause I’ve been out there walking for damn miles" y/n spoke watching carl nod tipping his sheriffs hat before he stepped into the bathroom.

Carl had come back with half a bottle tossing them to her, she took two with the water before handing them back into Carls hand, michonne set the rag on the night stand folded into a neat square just to maybe help keep the room a tad bit peaceful.

"thank you"

y/n spoke looking at the both of them as she picked up the clean clothes, she ran her hands over the fabric of the jeans looking up with her puffy red eyes at them.

They could both see how badly she was struggling already, and it hadn't even been more than a few days since she lost him,

Carl frowned softly to which they both noticed when they looked at the expression on his face,

Michonne had wrapped her arms around Carl pulling him out of the room so y/n could get dressed and well so she could be alone with her mind.

once the door was shut y/n had stripped her bloody clothes murmuring a soft cry as she felt the gold necklace skim her bare chest,

it was the the necklace Daryl had grabbed for her on a supply run, it was a simple gold heart but she cherished it, she loved it and she never took it off, especially if now he was gone, she wanted to hold onto him forever.

She had slipped into the bed resting her head against the pillow case as she had stared at the grey paint of the wall, she felt tears stream down her face while her hand had fiddled with the necklace, her fingers tracing over the golden heart.

she stared down at her shaky fingers before sitting up on the bed, she wasn't sure if this was even real, she felt almost in some sort of movie or maybe she was just stuck in a bad nightmare praying that surely she was going to wake soon from the terror.

She sat up feeling a warm tear slip down her cheeks, her nails still had blood and dirt underneath them, she picked at the crevice of her nails while her eyesight had turned into such a blurry fog from her own tears spilling out once more.

Her throat felt raw from all the tears she had spilt, her lips trembled each time she felt the metal skim across her chest sending a shiver down her spine,

Her eyes felt puffy and her nose stuffy from all of the emotions building up inside of her, her mind felt enflamed with a longing, a longing for him just to be alive, for him to be here right now.

"what are we gonna do? go looking for a walker the odds of that are impossible?"

rick asked, his hands resting at the table while Carl was sitting in the living room doing his own sense of mourning over the dead hunter,

Carl could hear the conversation, hell he was listening into it to figure out maybe how he could help her and well his father to.

Carl liked Daryl. He was a good hunter, a good survivor and a good member of the team which is why he knew he had to speak his mind.

He had his sheriffs hat off while he rested his head against his knees his back pressed against the cushions of the seats on the couch while his feet rested on the decorative markings on the rug,

he could hear a sliver of his father's conversation while he was talking to Michonne.

"we can't rick, hell what if he's dead for actual what if he's not a walker and we're looking for a dead body that could've been burned or slaughtered!"

michonne spoke while she took a seat at the kitchen table pushing an empty glass bowl away from her.

"dad" carl had spoken up, brushing off his blue jeans and taking a seat next to michonne

he looked up at his father while he set his hat down onto the table, his foot bounced on the kitchen floor underneath the table while he was thinking of just how to ask if 'daryl was really dead'

"do you think he's dead y/n?"

he spoke not to his dad but yet y/n who had peeped into the doorframe to spy on their conversation and well so she could see when they left so she could sneak some supplies and just leave again

but she had been spotted by the teen boy who was waiting for an answer to his question.

he knew it was insensitive of him to even mention the fact Daryl could've have truly been dead but he was to afraid to ask his father.

Not because he didn't want the truth but he was afraid to hear it whenever it came down to one of their own men and family members.

y/n searched the kitchen until her eyes glanced at the kitchen counter where her gun and her holster had rested she reached for it but rick grabbed her hand making her sigh softly with a quake in her eyes as she looked at him.

"why do you need your gun?" he asked watching her push his hand away and wrap her holster around her waist and slipping her gun in after she checked the amount of bullets she had left.

"i can't sit her and just imagine he's out there as a walker so i'm going to find him and if he is a walker i'll put him out of misery, thank you for all you've done with the clothes and the pain killers but I need to get my bags and be on my way"

y/n spoke turning her back so she could walk up the stairs, Michonne stood up along with Carl to follow her up into the bedroom,

"are you out of your mind you'll get yourself killed!" carl lectured watching as y/n had started to pack her bags with fresh clothes and some medicine from the bathroom cabinet she slammed the door shut while tossing her bag onto her back.

"what if it were Rick or Judith out there left as a walker hmm? would you let em walk and be a mindless monster for the rest of their lives hell what if it were Lori!?"

y/n bittered as she tried to skim past the two but Michonne pushed out a firm but yet gentle hand to stop her she hadn't said anything yet instead she stared.

"you have to let him go, just like the rest of us are because he is god damn dead! Daryl is long dead and gone he's not coming back we'll never find his body because it's eaten or he's one of them and you’ll need to find a way to live with it instead of going on these stupid missions to find a rotting corpse!"

Rick announced slamming his hand down on the table but she hadn't even jumped at it, instead she looked down at the table and back up at him.

"do not ever say that again you hear me? You ever say anything like that again and I'll break your jaw I don't care who the hell you think you are you have no say in what the hell I do! Or where the hell I go!"

y/n bit bitterly pushing harshly through the two as she grabbed her last bag, she could see Rick still resting in the kitchen waiting to understand what was happening.

"wait" carl called after her looking over at michonne as he adjusted the bag on his back,

"we're not letting you leave alone y/n you're family you have been ever since we met and we can't just let our family face the world on its own"

michonne spoke as a small smile had formed on her face, she had an arm around Carl as he slipped on his sheriffs hat looking over at his dad who's eyes fluttered softly looking at the three of them.

"I do not need another person dying because of me, so please for my sake stay here!" She spoke frustrated watching as Michonne folded her arms while blocking her way to the front door.

"No, you'll get yourself killed and Daryl's also our family y/n so we can't let you sit her and get killed while your on your own!" Carl spoke grabbing at her arm to make her face him.

She could see the plea in his eyes to come with her, hell he was practically like a puppy dog begging with just his eyes and his expression on his face.

She nibbled at the inside of her cheek before making up her mind of what she was going to do, "we have 5 hours of daylight that's enough to cover that side of the tracks and we'll find shelter after that"

y/n spoke slipping out of the door without another question, she could hear her boots crack down onto the broken up asphalt of the neighborhood as she could hear their footsteps behind her.

She held onto her backpack straps,

she hadn't had hope of finding him alive but maybe a body or a sign is what she needed, even if he had been gutted from the walkers and even if he had turned into one of them she needed to see it, she needed to be sure that he was really gone.

She needed to understand that he wasn't ever coming back to her even if he was a damn flesh eating monster she needed to know,

she wouldn't know how to live with herself if she hadn't tried looking, if she hadn't kept her promise of finding him.

Even if it took her years or the rest of her life she would look for him, she would pray for him to turn up until she was god damn blue in the face.

she sat in-front of the vehicle while her shotgun rested in her lap, she tossed her head back softly against the metal as she looked up at the stars, they had taken a break from the tracks because of walkers flooding them and well because it was to dark.

She wished that they could've kept going, she would've if it weren't for Carl and well the others, she'd be putting them at an even greater danger.

they had found a vehicle, a van that carl was resting inside or while the others sat around each other silently, she closed her eyes for just a split second before looking over at michonne,

"i hope i find him Michonne even if he is a rotted corpse I still need to find him" she admitted looking back up at the sky, michonne frowned softly before taking a sip of her almost empty water bottle,

she didn't wanna tell y/n the odds of finding his body, the odds would be even harder if he had turned into a damn walker,

instead she rubbed her shoulder closing her water bottle while she looked at rick,

he had his pistol in his lap while he was trying not to doze off from the lack of sleep he'd gotten in the past few days, even when he went unconscious from his wounds and malnutrition.

michonne offered y/n a granola bar she had found in one of the cabinets at the house but y/n pushed it away with the palm of her hand,

"you need to eat" michonne insisted but she watched y/n tuck the bar back into her hand pushing it away once more.

"i don't need it save it for carl or yourself i'll be okay" she tried to assure michonne who adjusted her bag on her shoulder while she crossed her feet to get some sort of comfort,

"sleep while i take watch?" michonne asked watching y/n decline the offer propping up her shotgun in her lap, "nah i'll be okay seriously" she spoke with a slight nag in her voice.

she needed them to believe she wasn't weak because she lost Daryl, hell she was trying to convince herself she was okay, that she wasn't turning weak from the pity his death had caused.

"Michonne can I ask you something?" Y/n asked turning to see the woman nod, y/n licked her lips clean before forging out her question.

"Did you kill him? The governor?" y/n asked while the loop of Hershel's blood spewing had seemed to flood back inside her mind.

"he's dead, killed him with my sword"

Michonne spoke, she took a pause and went to add onto her sentence but the sound of roaring of trucks interrupted her and the flashing of headlights as they slowed down just a few feet away from where the three were sitting,

rick covered his eyes from the bright light as he was still groggy and lost on what the hell was happening and why he was awoken so sudden.

y/n aimed her shotgun up at the men who stepped out of their cars, michonne pulled out her sword, and well rick pulled out his pistol watching y/n take a closer step to the men, they dimmed their headlights,

she watched the man in front adjust the stiff leather jacket he had on eyeing y/n and her gun she had aimed at his head if she were the pull the trigger it would've blown his brains out onto the ground behind him,

"who the hell are you?" she asked watching him take a step forward towards her yet she didn't move she froze resting in the same position.

"gimme the gun or i'll shoot your brains out right here right now" he spoke calmly but yet bitterly, a clear threat that meant he was playing around, it kind of reminded her of Daryl.

He reminded her of how tough he was.

she watched one of his men place a pistol to the back of her head, she hesitantly dropped her shotgun to his feet with a sour expression she watched a smile grow on his face as he picked it up and tossed the strap onto his back.

"that goes for all of you give me the weapons or we shoot her" he ordered at the others watching their weapons being slid across the asphalt to his feet,

he picked them up and tossed them to the men behind him watching as they placed them into the back of the pickup truck.

"on your knees" he ordered her watching as she licked her lips clean staring back with black pupils as wide as a predator,

almost like she was one of those damn walkers.

she hadn't moved instead she stood there without a doubt she could feel the shaky hand remove from the back of her head pulling the barrel away so the man behind her could kick her down onto the asphalt of the road,

she could feel his boot pressing into her as he stripped her off her backpack and patted her down to look for anymore weapons she might've been carrying,

her face scraped against the scattered rocks across the road, she could feel them scratching and nipping at her skin.

she let out a soft hiss as she squirmed softly trying to get her stuff back, "that's mine asshole!"

she yelled at him feeling a boot press down onto her head while he dumped her bag out onto the road to see if he could find anything useful.

a few scraps of clothing, an empty water bottle, daryl's leather belt, and a dirty rag covered in her old blood from her gunshot wound,

she watched him pick up the belt using it to tie her hands back while he untied the boot from her bag.

"that's not yours prick!" she spoke spitting down at his boots only feeling her face being pressed into the asphalt even more, "i'm gonna kill you if you touch them you hear me" she huffed,

he gestured for his men to let her up and to which she was yanked by her hair up from the ground,

he rubbed a few rocks from her face before punching her clean across the face hearing a wince and thump before moving onto the next members of her group.

they patted down the others to, and one of the men had even yanked Carl from the front seat of the car pulling him through the rolled down glass,

y/n had a gun placed to her head while he was speaking with the leader of her group,

"we want everything you have before we kill you" he spoke with a soft laugh pulling up y/n and placing her against the hood of his car,

"well i don't know we might not kill this lil pretty thang" he taunted skimming over the side of her cheek feeling her leg kick back at him.

it only had made him force her head into the metal before letting her slam down back to the ground feeling the boot back to pressing her down,

she looked at rick who cocked his head slightly as his hands were forcefully held behind his back.

he hadn't looked an ounce of scared and if he was there was no damn well of telling, hell none of them had even a drop of fear on their face.

Especially y/n she hadn't even quivered or jumped when the gun had been placed in her face or even when she was forced to the ground.

she could feel the headlights so bright in her eyes while she looked at Rick, they were watching his men tear up the van taking whatever 'supplies' they had last,

it wasn't much maybe a few empty water bottles and a few cans of whatever rick had grabbed from the cabinets.

"search em just in case they have anything" he spoke watching his men push her's to the ground forcing their bodies against the asphalt while their hands patted them down,

y/n could feel her body being patted down once again as the man had reached into her shirt feeling around her bra to see if she had stuffed anything in it, with no luck he moved on to her jean pockets groping and practically pulling the fabric to look for anything.

she could feel a soft tear slip down her cheek as rick noticed her discomfort squirming to try and wiggle his way free so that he could pull the man's hands away from her, "that's enough!" he yelled as his head was pressed down into the ridgid rocks of the road,

"c'mon can't we keep this one alive joe we ain't see a woman in almost a damn year!" the man spoke to his leader lifting her up by the collar of her shirt looking at the dried blood on her face,

"fuck you i'm not you're pet asshole"

she hissed back feeling as her body was tossed back against the ground, she rolled onto her back to gasp for air feeling the boot collide with her side,

"you think you're brave hittin a women huh c'mon i'm right here!" rick shouted wiggling against the rope of restraints on his wrists hoping that they would take the hint of leaving her alone.

they had ignored his comment however instead they picked her back up again slamming her against the hood of the car tossing her body in the grass next to the road.

she could see stars and her world seemed to shut down, it seemed to fade into the dark like all the light had been sucked away from her and she was lift in just a black haze of nothing.

carl winced looking at her body as it thumped against the dirt and she rolled onto the ground,

her head starting to pool with blood as she laid almost lifeless in the overgrown weeds next to the road, the man had now pulled out his gun placing it in all three of their faces.

He couldn't help but stare at her, he hadn't even cared that there was a gun to his head instead he hadn't looked at the barrel but through the gap in his legs to see if she was even moving.

"should we keep the girl?" he watched one of his men approach the unconscious girl waiting for a reply as he held her up by her head

but he looked at his leader who shook his head and gestured him to drop her back onto the ground.

"let the damn walkers get her not worth our time" joe spoke smiling as he traced the barrel of the gun over Carl and Michonne's faces.

Rick shook his head at the leader as he whispered something under his breath, he could hear three gunshots go off as he felt blood splatter onto his face, he froze looking to see Daryl with only one damn boot and blood covered all over him.

"You want a pick?" Joe asked Daryl watching as he held up his crossbow aiming it at him, he hadn't let his guard down instead he placed the gun even further against the temple of ricks forehead.

"No I don't want a pick, I want ya to let them go" Daryl hissed back moving his crossbow so that one of the men in the gang would freeze.

"they're good people don't kill 'em" he huffed aloud catching a glimpse of his girlfriend laying in the grass making him want to put an arrow through his brain right then and there.

"What did you do? Hmm?!" He directed his eyes towards y/n who was sprawled out and looked dead in the grass with her head wound.

"you like our work on her? Just some rando" one of the men spoke up watching as his brows furrowed harshly and let out a grunt.

"She ain't no damn rando! that's y/n the one I was looking for, did ya kill her?" He asked watching as Joe turned away from Rick resting his gun back into his holster as he folded his hands.

"Find out your damn self" Joe spoke, and these would he his last words unless you count screams of agony because Rick had taken care of joe by biting the fleshiness of his neck out watching as he had screamed and gripped onto his neck and watched as as he bled out onto the asphalt,

rick let out a breath as daryl fired a last shot at the man aiming y/n's shotgun at them, he watched the body fall to the ground before he picked her up.

he weeped into the corner of her neck feeling some of her blood run down his hands from a wound from the spot she had been hit on the head

he looked up as Carl was untying the others and gathering the keys from the dead man behind him,

he started up the truck watching as the two others slipped y/n into the back of the truck, Michonne and Rick had sat up front while Daryl sat in the back.

Mostly because he didn't wanna leave her, and if this really were her last short bit of moments he wanted to be there to watch them, he wanted to be there to tell her everything was okay.

She was propped up in his lap, the fresh apple red color staining over the dried blood on his hands,

he was breathing softly looking down at her and back at his boot that had been resting next to her bag. Covered in dried blood and it's laces undone.

"wanna explain to me what the hell happened? who the hell were those men?" rick asked shakily watching Daryl's eyes flick up to look at him.

"First off after the whole prison ordeal I was with Beth and well we got separated and I came across a group of men fighting walkers but they were all bit and when I went to kill the walker it got my boot and well a few of the men in that group I found after I lost Beth went huntin and got separated from em and i came back to find this mess"

he spoke rubbing the top of y/n's head planting a soft kiss on a patch of skin while he clenched her frail hand, she still felt warm but her fingertips seemed to have their warmness torn away.

Almost like they were tips of an icicle,

"She movin at all back there?" Carl asked turning around while he adjusted the hat on his head, he watched Daryl shake his head while Carl sighed and flipped back around in his seat.

"She's breathing, that's all I can say but other than that she's out cold"

They had set her down back at the houses, because they couldn't carry an unconscious girl out onto the tracks to be left vulnerable.

And well if she did die she'd deserve a proper burial, because she was one of them. She was their family.

She had a blanket over her while she was propped up in a bed her head sunk into the pillows while Daryl had never left her side,

he held her hand the entire time not even letting loose his grip when his finger started to ache and practically beg him to stop.

However it wasn't the only thing begging him to get some relief but yet rick begged him to take a break so that he could get some rest.

He knew Daryl wouldn't properly take care of himself until she woke up, and the question was if she was going to wake up, and when?

However even if he tried he wouldn't be able to sleep, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep knowing that she was injured all because of him,

this was his fault, well that's at-least but his brain was telling him, it was blaming him for all this. Blaming him for ever leaving her behind in the first place, and here he was paying the price.

She had been out for two days, two full days, it seemed to give Carl a sense of deja-vu as he looked at the passed out women, it made him think of the way his father had been when he got injured.

The way he was so damn scared to loose him, so he surely knew how Daryl was feeling, he could practically see and feel it himself while he looked down at her body laying there so still.

It would even be a miracle if she woke up,

and which it was a miracle because Daryl had tears running down his face as he heard a soft voice call out to him, it was a soft mumble before she closed her eyes back again from the bright sunlight peaking through the windows.

He would ask questions later for how did she even find Rick or how she found his boot, but for now he just planted a kiss onto the top of his head while wrapping his arms around her, "thank god" he mumbled against her before he pulled away latching himself onto her hand to keep a grip.

"Don't leave please" she spoke watching as he shook his head, "no no I'm gonna stay with ya don't worry" he spoke planting yet again another kiss onto the top of her head.

She tried to sit up to which she felt dizzy, she felt so nauseous that she immediately fell back against the cushions of the pillows feeling her back sink into the foam of the mattress below her that was dressed in a delicate white set of cotton sheets.

"your dead" she mumbled at the realization, this was all some crazy fever dream she supposed, maybe she was the one who died along with him, and that's why she was finally able to see him.

"No, I'm alive look feel me y/n I'm alive" instead of reaching out to feel him she backed away using her hands to crawl to the other side of the bed.

"RICK!" She called hoping that maybe this would prove if she was actually in real life, that she hadn't dropped dead from those men.

She could hear the clatter of boots up the stairs as Rick held out his gun letting out a thankful sigh to see that she was very much awake and well.

He holstered his gun looking over at Daryl, "I'm not dead!" Daryl spoke defensively watching as Rick poked him for the jokes of it.

The lines seemed blurred again as her vision seemed to switched her eyes grew heavy and her head started to ache like she was on one of those spinning carnival rides.

"Jesus christ don't scare us like that!" Carl spoke pushing his father out of the way so he could get a better glimpse of the confused y/n.

"y-your boot" she mumbled watching as he pulled her bag from underneath the bed and gently untied his laces off of the strap and placing it in his hand.

For now he had found some cheap torn up shoes found on one of the walkers bodies, they were a pair of light brown leather boots with scruffed and cut up laces in them.

She stood in the corner of the room her back pressed against the wall while her hands pressed flat against it like she was a damn statue just frozen in place from the confusion in-front of her.

"Am I dreaming?"

She asked looking over at Michonne who stepped into the room tucking her sword away once she realized there wasn't any danger around.

"No y/n you're very much awake right now" Michonne assured her watching as she ran into his arms practically taking him down.

With a grunt he gripped back placing a set of soft kisses along the top of her head while he rubbed her back softly, he could feel her tremble while her tears seeped into the fabric of his shirt.

Her nails clawed at his back surely tearing a hole in the fabric from how hard she was holding onto him for the fear he would disappear if she ever let go,

She closed her eyes to take in the moment at the realization that this wasn't Carl or Michonne or Rick holding her but yet Daryl,

this was Daryl caring for her when she was sad, when she was so sad she thought the world was going to consume her whole like a California earthquake shaking the grounds of San Francisco.

the rest of the group hadn't said another word instead they shut the bedroom door to give them their own set of privacy while they made their way downstairs back into the kitchen.

"Sasha said I was crazy for even trying to look" y/n spoke feeling as Daryl placed her against the bed so that he could coo her to get some rest especially when she was still fresh with a head injury.

She knew she was right all this time, and she had been so proud of sticking through with herself, so proud that she had finally been able to rest against him while the heat of his body kept her warm.

"maybe just a little but Beth believed in finding you and her sister" he spoke rubbing her shoulder.

she took in the scent of the woods on him, she could smell the moss and tree bark lingering on him along with the smell of campfire smoke.

"I didn't know what to do after I thought you died Daryl, I just turned my mind onto survivor mode and I went looking for shelter" she admitted feeling guilty at the fact she just skipped over him.

"It's what we have to do, we can't just control and wait around for some miracle" she could feel the words sink into her heart making it feel heavy almost like it was ready to sink to the pit of her gut.

She understood that this wasn't a miracle but their fate, that they were supposed to live, they were the walking dead and they were the true survivors.

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Pairing - glenn Rhee x fem!reader and Glenn Rhee x Maggie Greene

Warnings - mentions of cheating, cursing

‘The worst thing that I’ve ever did was what I did to you’

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"You had sex with Maggie?" her heart broke into a million pieces; she didn't expect the person she loved so dearly to break her heart. his mouth fell open as he stuttered "y-y/n-" she didn't let him finish his sentence, she slams the rv door closed and turns around with tears falling down her cheeks.

"shit" Glenn muttered as he got up and ran after her. by the time he was outside it seemed like she was miles away. once he got to her, he grabbed her wrist "y/n honey I-I didn't mean for you to find out like that." at this point tears as streaming down her cheeks as she tried pulling her wrist out of his grip, but he wouldn't let go. "Fuck you, Glenn let go" she cried as she still tried pulling away. "no! we need to talk y/n" there was no talking needed she knew everything she needed to know.

"I don't want to talk to you!" he felt really bad, he really did. he hated seeing her hurt. he hated the fact that he hurt her. they had now caught the attention of almost everyone in the group. y/n was still trying to pull away from Glenns tight grip. "We need to talk!" she shook her head as tears kept falling "I told you I don't wanna!"

"What the hell's goin' on over here?" rick asked as he walked up with Shane following. y/n's still trying to pull away when Shane said "come on man let go of her" Glenn reluctantly let go as he whispered "y/n come on talk to me" as y/n swiftly turned around walking towards her and Glenns shared tent. she hated the fact that she'd either have to sleep outside or next to him. "y/n come on- I-I'm sorry."

"What the hell did you do?" Shane asked with brows furrowed as they watched y/n storm off. "Fucked up...I fucked up" Glenn whispered as he turned around to see Maggie stood on her father's porch. she rolled her eyes as they made eye contact.

Glenn gives y/n time to cool down he doesn't want to piss her off even more. he sits in dales rv contemplating what he's going to do to get y/n back. the worst thing that he had ever did was this, hurting her. would she let him talk to him, would she even trust him?

y/n sat in her and Glenns shared tent, the only way anyone could identify that she was there was because of the quiet sobs coming from the tent. she hated him, how could he do that to her. after 7 years he just threw it all away. she could handle this type of heartbreak, he had been her first love, her first real boyfriend, she felt like she had wasted her entire life.

to say Maggie felt horrible was an understatement. she had torn two people apart on accident. she didn't know that what she told herself over and over again to try and make herself feel better, but it didn't work. she needed to talk to y/n and explain what had happened. Maggie felt heartbroken too, but it wasn't the same, and she knew it wasn't the same because he wasn't hers to lose.

when Maggie went over to y/n and Glenns tent y/n was still inside the tent crying. "Hey? y/n?" Maggie called out. y/n didn't want to talk to anyone, she just wanted to sit with her emotions, but she reluctantly pulled herself together and muttered an almost inaudible "what?" through sniffles. if Maggie wasn't so close to the tent, she wouldn't have even heard y/ns quiet words.

"I wanted to just say I'm sorry." y/n was tired of sorry, a sorry wasn't going to fix what was already broken. "He um....I asked him if he had a girlfriend before I even offered and he said he didn't." he lied, she really didn't understand did he really just not love her anymore? did he hate her so much that he thought it would be fun to fuck with me like this? her now knowing that he lied crushed her heart again. "oh" y/n mumbled as she begun to crawl out of the tent. "And I wouldn't have even offered if I knew you were together."

y/n stood up facing Maggie with her arms crossed over her chest, her cheeks tear stained, and her eyes red. "I-I we were together for 7 years." y/n whispers, "I love him so much...I don't know why he would do this to me" she cries as fresh tears start to fall down her cheeks.

Glenn watches from afar, he was going to talk to y/n when he saw Maggie and her talking. he just wanted to squeeze y/n so tight and tell her he loved her, because he really did. he loved her so much and never wanted her to think the opposite, but obviously she thinks that now. he wanted to make it up to her, show her how much he loved her, but he didn't think she'd let him.

"y/n?" he took a few steps forward toward the two girls. "i'll let you guys talk" maggie said as she quickly walked away. glenn walks closer and tries to take y/ns hands in his "y/n hon-" but she quickly cuts him off as she slaps his hands away "dont touch me" her words were full of hate, her words stab him right in the heart. it breaks his heart knowing that he's made the girl that once had nothing but love for him hate him. "y/n- im sorry please im sorry" he's begging for her to take him back but she wont, atleast right now. a sorry isnt going to make her trust him again.

"im leaving, ill find some where else to sleep" she whispers, he shakes his head as he tries once again to touch her but she steps back. 'you-you dont have to sleep here" she shakes her head "i dont want to" the tent was full of too many memories. memories of the sleepless nights where he'd hold her and press sweet kisses to her neck and shoulders, memories of all the love she once had for him.

y/n doesn't even talk about Glenn for the next few days. the only time his name is even mentioned in her head is at night when she curls up and lets herself cry. Glenn hates himself; he hates that he hurt her. he needs to talk to her, he needs to win her back, but he doesn't even know how to do it. he spent the few days after the day y/n had found out fantasying about how he'd explain everything, and she'd kiss him and forgive him. he knows that that might not happen though, y/n wouldn't even look at him.

at night he'd fall asleep and dream of her forgiving him and taking him back. he dreamed of her soft hands on his face, and her soft lips against his, he dreamed of being able to hold her in his arms again, he dreamed of her being his again.

when he finally had the balls to go to dales rv, where she had been staying for the past couple of day, it was late. the sun was setting, and everyone was getting ready to go to bed. dale and Andrea were on top of the rv still keeping watch as he walked up to the rv. dale wasn't going to step in unless he heard screaming, but he was sure that wouldn't happen. Glenn makes sure to knock on the door before walking in. y/n is sat at the table with her elbows propped up against it. "What do you want?" she asks. he slowly walks toward her "I-I want to talk" she rolls her eyes but ends up muttering a quiet "fine" and scooting over so he could sit next to her. he smiles and takes a seat next to her. he missed her so much, even though it had only been a few days he just missed everything about her.

"y/n I'm so sorry" he whispered; she nods in response. she can tell he's sorry, and she knows what he's going to ask. he's going to ask her to give him another chance, but she doesn't think she can trust him again. "why'd you do it?" she asked, he's a little taken aback by the question, he doesn't even know how to answer it because he doesn't know why he did it. "I-I don't know." he whispered. he knows his answer is pathetic, he can't even make an excuse for himself. she scoffed and turned away from him. he decided just to go for it what's the worst that could happen? "y/n honey please give me one more chance I miss you so much" he whispers as he grabs her arm. she turns toward him, and Glenns heart fills with hope. she takes her hand and places it to his cheek before pressing her lips to his. Glenn is about to cry because he didn't think he'd ever get to kiss her again, but y/n just wanted one last kiss. one last kiss before she lets go of him forever. she pulls away just as he kisses back. his brows furrowed together as y/n said "Glenn I-I can't, I don't trust you anymore."

his breath gets caught in his throat, and tears form in his water line. she didn't trust him, that was the only thing going through his mind. she really didn't trust him anymore, but can he blame her? he caused this and he knows it. "y/n- no please I didn't mean to hurt you" he pleaded his grip around her arm tightening. "Glenn, I love you I really do but I can't trust that you won't hurt me again." but she loved him, she said she loved him. if she loved him, why couldn't she take him back, Glenn didn't understand. his brows furrowed together as a tear fell down his cheek. "b-but I won't." he whispered. she feels like she's punishing herself more than she's punishing him, but she's already made up her mind and didn't want him to have the expectation of him being able to take advantage of the fact that she had a soft spot for him. she hated seeing him cry but he needed to know that just because she still loved him doesn't mean the relationship would even work anymore.

"Glenn, I can't give us another chance, but we can be friends."

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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Falling in love with Maggie Greene, but not having the courage to tell her, until you almost die from an injury while on a supply run. F reader

Btw..your blog rocks

༉‧₊˚. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem plus size!reader

― era: season 4

― summary: it started when you allowed yourself to entertain a silly crush that had unexpectedly festered, reaching a boiling point when a run threatens your life.

― warnings: typical twd violence, head injuries, mentions of blood, mutual pining, near death experiences, angst, fluff.

― wc: 1490

⋆ a/n: i feel like it's been too long since i've written a wlw fanfiction, and i'm not going to lie, i have a few wlw wips resting in my drafts, so definitely expect a lot more wlw fanfiction to come out in the next few weeks!

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The first thought on your mind when you saw Maggie on that horse was gorgeous, like a princess riding in on her steed to retrieve Lori. Maybe it was an inappropriate thought seeing as though Carl was laid up in one of the bedrooms with a gunshot wound, but you couldn’t help but stare at her with hearts in your eyes during the moment she made eye contact with you. Hershel’s stubbornness was what allowed your feelings for the southern girl to fester; you thought that you would never see Maggie again due to her father wanting your family off his property as soon as Carl was well.

Well, that’s what you thought before Daryl got himself tossed off a horse and impaled with his own arrow, forcing your stay to be extended for longer than you had originally thought. It was safe to say that you were fucked from then on, because the farm went up in flames, soon becoming trapped on the road with her, being forced to share beds, clothes, food, facilities, anything that you could think of, so it wasn’t surprising that you had grown to become like a best friend to her.

It was hard to say the least, to be able to talk to her, to hug her, to allow her to go on runs without you there; you were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her, and the feeling smothered you like a pillow over your head.

So, when there was an opportunity to go out on a run with a couple of others, you were quick to jump at the space you could put between you and Maggie.

As you stood next to the loading truck, there stood your worried best friend, badgering you about things that you could have potentially forgotten.

“You have yer gun? Yer knife?” She questioned. You laughed airily, “Yes, Mags. I have everything. You’re acting like you’re sending me off to war.” You couldn’t help but joke. “That’s what it feels like.” She responded. You could see it in her face, despite how tough and fierce she was, she was truly worried about your safety. Hesitantly, you swallowed your nerves, gripping her hand in yours and pulling it towards your body.

“Maggie, I’m going to be fine, okay? You know Daryl, Sasha, Glenn and Michonne aren’t going to let anything happen to me. Were a family, a unit, remember?” You asked to comfort her. “I know, I’m jus’ always so used’ta havin' you behind the walls.” You sighed, feeling a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Sounds like you’re going to have a hard time sleeping without me,” You couldn’t help but tease, “Maybe Beth would be fine with being a substitute midnight cuddle buddy.” Ever since the farm had fallen, there was always an unspoken agreement between the two of you, that during the cold nights of sleeping under the stars in the woods, the both of you would gravitate towards the other, sharing your warmth with one another as you held each other close.

That habit had followed you all the way until your family had discovered the prison.

Yes, there were bunk beds, but you’d always find yourself cramped together on the bottom bunk – which happened to be Maggie’s – your head resting on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair. At one point in time, your constant touchiness could have been received as platonic, but lately, that line had begun to blur, which was why you needed this, needed to get away, just to be able to screw your head back on straight.

“Pfft, she grew outta that once she turned ten.” She joked, finally cracking a smile. “I don’t think I ever will.” You said boldly, looking at her through your eyelashes. You could see her smile widen, her grip tightening on your hand. You peered into each other’s eyes, the feeling causing your throat to feel like it was going to close. Your enamored staring was interrupted by Daryl whistling at you, a knowing smirk on his face that even he couldn’t hold back.

“C’mon, we gotta go!” He exclaimed before turning to straddle his bike. You looked back at Maggie, “I’ll be back,” You said firmly, “I promise.”

Scouring the place was easy, everyone in the group split up, yourself making your way over to the medicine counter. You hopped over it, scouring through the aisles that had long been raided besides a few stray bottles that you decided to pocket.

“So, you and Maggie, huh?” You heard Michonne ask from behind you. Your whole body tensed up; there was no judgement in her voice as she asked you, who would she be if she did? Ever since Rick had brought in Woodbury residents, there had been many gay couples and individuals with different identities. “It’s not like that.” You forced yourself to say, albeit sadly. “I have a hard time believing that.” She scoffed with a smile. “Even if there was…” Before you were able to say anything, a hand shot out from the ground behind one of the shelves, pulling you down. Before you were able to react, you fell headfirst into the shelving, hearing Michonne call out your name as your forehead came in contact with the wood before everything turned black.

Maggie could have sworn her heart stopped as she saw your body being held up by Daryl and Glenn, your arms slung over their shoulders.

“What happened?” She couldn’t help but yell out frantically. “Someone get my dad! Please!” There were tears in her eyes as her hands cupped your face, lifting your head up. There was a gash right above your left eyebrow, bleeding heavily as a bruise had begun to form on your face. “’Chonne said a walker grabbed ‘er, almost takin’ a chunk outta ‘er leg. ‘Face took most of the damage.” Daryl explained, hurdling your body towards one of the cells so Hershel could take a look at you.

You don’t remember what had happened, only that you had a splitting headache, and someone was holding you tightly. Turning your head to the side, you squinted your eyes, allowing yourself to adjust to your surroundings. There sat Maggie, her weary gaze settled on you.

“Maggie? What- What happened?” You couldn’t help but grumble. “You were on a run with the others when a walker got the jump on you. ‘M glad Michonne was there, or ya woulda turned into walker food.” She tried to try and joke around with you, but it seems as though that her gut feeling that something bad was going to happen was true. “Jesus.” You said to yourself under your breath, your left hand that was free of being held coming to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I almost lost you, ya know.” Maggie said suddenly, her lower lip quivering as unshed tears clouded her eyes. “I know you did, and I’m so sorry,” You spoke softly, as if you were afraid that she might break, “I got distracted.” You allowed a crestfallen smile to break out on your face. “Michonne and I were talking about you.” You said breathlessly, your stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots, nerves rattling through your veins. “Me?” She asked, her tone amused. “Yeah. Uh- she was teasing me, about having a crush on you,” You looked down, fiddling with her fingers, “At first, I tried to deny it, but… she was right. I do like you a lot. So much that it feels like I can’t breathe… that I- that I can’t think. Ever since the farm, ever since I saw you on that horse of yours, you haven’t left my head since.” You confessed bashfully, the feeling of bile threatening to rise at the back of your throat.

Your eyes flitted up to hers for a split second before looking down.

“I’m sorry if this makes you feel weird… or if you don’t feel the same. I get that you probably aren’t even into girls and…” You felt two soft hands cup your cheeks, raising your head up so that you’d finally meet her gaze. There was a big smile on her face, one that told you that you were okay. She leaned down, lips gently grazing yours.

There were sparks behind her sweet caresses, ones that drew a sweet gasp from you, your hands gripping hers that were holding your face. Her thumb ran over the plush of your flesh, savoring the taste of you, indulging in the feelings she’s had for you ever since she met you. When she pulled away, you wanted to chase her lips, to drag her back down and kiss her for the rest of your life.

“So, I guess you feel the same?” You asked sheepishly, unsure of how to interpret her kiss. “Lord.” She snorted with a laugh before nodding and pulling you into a kiss again.

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sunnybunnyy2 · 7 months

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THE WALKING DEAD MASTERLIST

I write for Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Rosita Espinosa, Maggie Rhee, Glenn Rhee, Abraham Ford, Sasha Williams, Tyreese William, Enid Rhee, Lydia, Negan Smith, Tara Chambler, Connie, Kelly, Beth Greene and potentially anyone else if you request it!

I am around Lydia, Enid and Beths age so it’s nothing creepy and most of the fanfics for them will be platonic especially towards Lydia because she is literally my child.

💋- Smut 💖-Fluff 👀- Angst

One shots:

Series: Dark Cell Masterlist Daryl Dixon x platonic!reader. 💖👀

One shots:

Series:

One shots: A Morning Pick-me-up Rosita Espinosa x fem!reader 💖💋

Series:

One shots:

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#the walking dead x reader #the walking dead #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #maggie rhee x reader #Maggie Rhee x fem!reader #daryl dixon x platonic!reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x female reader #Beth Greene x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #Lydia x reader twd #Sasha Williams x fem!reader #Connie Twd x fem!reader #kelly twd x fem!reader

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celtic-crossbow · 6 months

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-Everyone at a small gathering in Alexandria-

Carl: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Enid: Violently studies.

Glenn: Violently sleeps.

Maggie: Violently looks over expansion plans.

Spencer: Violently checks out Y/N.

Y/N, looks worriedly between Spencer and Daryl: Violently kisses Daryl.

Daryl: Violently stabs the head lady’s kid.

Rick: Violently worries about the previous statement.

Y/N: Violently takes Daryl home.

Rick: Violently appreciates that.

Carl: Violently wonders how that escalated so quickly.

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lunajay33 · 1 year

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Pain Reliever🤍

The people have spoken through a poll and Protective Daryl won so here you go🤍

Summary: You were attending to things around the prison when you get attacked by one of the prisoners and Daryl comes to rescue and help you forget your pain

•Masterlist•

I was walking around the courtyard tidying up some things, at least trying to make this place look a little better, I raised my hand to shield my eyes to see Rick and Daryl down by the main entrance checking the fence for any faulty areas

I went on with my clean up when I felt someone grab me from behind, I felt something cold against my throat and I was completely terrified all I could look at was Daryl down by Rick

“What a pretty little thing” I knew that voice, I knew it was the prisoner Tomas, I never had a good feeling about him and for good reason obviously

“You’re not suppose to be in our court yard” I said as my voice shook

“This is my prison I’ll go where I want, and I want every one of you out of here, think I gotta sends message” he laughed as he dragged his knife across my chest, not lightly either making me scream in pain

I saw Daryl and Rick running towards me but Tomas was dragging me away

“DARYL” I screamed out when Tomas shut the door to their cell block and locked it

He threw me to the ground and hovered over me

“Please….please don’t hurt me” I cried feeling so weak

His eyes were void of anything other than crazy

He took his knife and shoved it into my shoulder before I got the chance to try and stop him

The pain was unbearable and even worse when he pulled it out

“Hey open this damn door” I looked over to the connecting door between the blocks and it was Daryl, Rick and Glenn

“Now why would I do that, when I got what I want right here” he said as he lifted my shirt and sliced my side

“Daryl please” I cried

The next thing I knew Tomas was limp on top of me, I mustered the strength and rolled him off, seeing an arrow pierced straight through his head

I sighed in relief as I crawled over to the cell door and removed the chain

Daryl kneeled in front of me, scared

“I shouldn’t have been out without someone else” I said starting to feel tired

“No no it ain’t yer fault peach” he said as he gave Rick his cross bow and picked me up

They ran back to our cells and laid me in Hershel’s cell

“Daryl it hurts” I said feeling faint

And that’s when I passed out

•*•*•*•*•

I woke up to a sharp pain in my shoulder, I looked to see it bandaged up and everything came flooding back

“Daryl?” I weakly called out

No answer, I slowly got up and made my way out to the court yard to see Daryl and Rick talking, Rick was even patting him on the shoulder obviously consoling him

“Daryl?” I said getting tired, my energy draining fast

He looked up and ran over to me holding me around my waist as he guided me to sit on the stairs

“Sunshine what are ya doing out here?” He asked brushing my hair back

“I woke up and you weren’t there and I didn’t wanna be alone, needed a distraction from the pain” I said as I laid my head on his shoulder

“‘m sorry I couldn’ protect ya” he sighed

“No Daryl you saved me, you can’t control everything but at least I know you’re there for me, my personal knight in shining armour” he held me tighter rubbing his hand up and down my back

“Can I do anythin’ to make ya feel better?” He asked quietly

“Just being held by you makes me forget about the pain….thank you”

“Ya ain’t need to thank me sunshine, I’m always here”

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