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୨୧ Brat ୨୧
pairing: Rick Grimes ♡︎ fem!Reader
warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ use of daddy, one spank, dom/sun dynamic, multiple orgasms, pure filth tbh, reader acts helpless on purpose, brat tamer vibes
summary: ʚ Rick forgets your anniversary and he makes it up to you ɞ
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You had your arms crossed a pouty look on your face. Rick rolled his eyes slightly, standing behind you. “Darlin’ please I-I never meant to hurt you,” he said, sitting behind you.
One leg on either side of the picnic bench. His rough strong hands land on the sides of your arms. You let out a frustrated whine, moving forward away from his touch.
“Y/n I didn't realise what day it was I promise I didn't go on the run to hurt you. I just didn't know what day it was,” he said slowly pressing his body up against yours.
You were in the cutest of dresses, your hair done up decently nice (considering it was the apocalypse) even made some of that homemade makeup bullshit.
You look like the cutest most beautiful thing Rick has ever laid his eyes on ever. Had it been normal life and he forgot your anniversary, sure he wouldn't mind you being a brat about it.
But this wasn't normal life. Not everyone had access to a calendar anymore, and sure some people kept track but Rick didn't. And he sure as hell was surprised you did. He knew it was coming up.
It was that time of year again, the spring. “Come on y/n don't be such a brat,” he murmured in your ear. You turned away from his face still giving him the silent treatment.
He let out a deep sigh not having the time to fight with you. “Alright listen this is what we're gonna do. I'm gonna go out and pick up your gift and when I come back I expect you to have left that attitude somewhere else. Do you understand me?” he said in a stern voice.
His hands slightly tightened on your soft flesh. It sent a shiver up your spine and heat to your core. “Fine,” you muttered out. Moving away from him, standing up, and walking to your shared room.
Rick licked his lips, “Alright. I'll be back soon.” he muttered, gripping the door handle and leaving the house.
It wasn't until a few hours later that Rick showed back up in the house you both called home. Slicked back hair, a new shirt, some new lingerie, and a bundle of flowers. He strained his back and walked down the hall.
He looked into your room to see you reading a book lying on your stomach. He lifts the hand holding the flowers up and uses his knuckle to knock on the open door.
You turned around greeting him with a much happier-looking face. You set the book on the nightstand and turned around slightly. You slowly bite your lips looking at your new gifts.
“Well hey there pretty girl,” he says setting the flowers and gifts down on the other nightstand. You let out a small chuckle, letting him crawl into the bed basically on top of you.
“How are you? Less bratty now? Yeah?” he mumbled moving a piece of hair out of your face. You nod with a simple pretty smile that could send Rick down to his knees. He cups the right side of your face leaning down to kiss you on your forehead.
He leans back up eyeing your figure in the tight-fitting dress. You feel your cheeks begin to warm under his gaze. His hand slides down to your lips parting them slightly.
He brushes them slightly sending heat waves to your core. “So beautiful…” Rick whispers looking at your face. His hand slides down further to your jaw, turning your head right and left.
“Sit up on the pillows.” your husband murmurs, moving off the bed completely. You obey scooting up to your pillows and sitting, letting your legs fall open slightly.
Rick stands on the edge of the foot of the bed, hands placed on each end of the bed looking down at you. His eyes were dominantly dark, you wanted to squirm under his gaze.
Rick stands back up tall shedding his shirt off. You rake in his form. God, he was beautiful. Scars littered his chest, and a good patch of hair as well as his happy trail led to the thing you wanted in you most.
“You ready? You want this?” he asks looking at you, a deep look of love in his eyes. You knew that if you said yes this would be the last time you would see that look for hours. Complete domination of a man would overtake him.
And you wanted nothing more than that.
“Yes…daddy” you murmur with a smug grin. He cocks his head to the right slightly. He grabs the comforter of the bed shaking your entire body with a swift move. You let out a gasp.
Rick grabs your hips and thighs and drags you down flush to his body. Feeling a small bulge growing in his pants. You try and wiggle out of his touch, squirming left and right.
Ricks's hand comes down on your hands and arms, “Quit moving brat.” he whispers in a deeply threatening tone. You give him a pout of sadness but you're so turned on.
You felt your sex start leaking with arousal. Letting out a whine of protest lets Rick know that you're far from done being bratty. He leans down kissing and teasing your neck.
His rough lips moved up and down your sensitive skin, nibbling on your jaw slightly. The flat of his tongue dragged up. You moan out trying to buck your hips into him.
His left hand slams down on your hips keeping you in place. “Rick!” you whine out trying to tease him more. He pulls away from your neck and shifts his knee in between your legs putting it right on your unclothed heat.
After Rick left for your gifts you thought it would be a good idea to go completely commando. You realize that it's gonna give you a lot more trouble than it might have been worth.
Rick's knee pressing evenly on your clit wasn't exactly what you needed or wanted but it sure as hell wasn't nothing. Your count began drooling all over him as he moved his hand off your hip and above your head stabilizing himself to bring his left hand to your jaw and neck.
His fingers slip around the sides of your neck squeezing it. You let slip another moan this one getting trapped in his mouth as he leans down kissing you roughly.
His dick straining heavily in his pants at the sight and sounds of you. God, you were a beautiful soul. It was like your body was hand-carved for him. He hoped only to bring you an ounce of the pleasure you gave him daily.
“Rick please…” and you whine out, his teeth clashing against his. Maybe being a brat wasn't such a good idea. You couldn't help it. You wanted all of his attention to yourself. A mean and rough man to take care of you.
Ricks's hand leaves your neck and lands on your face in a smack. You whine, pressing down on his knee, feeling a small wave of pleasure.
Your husband sits up, pushing your dress up to your stomach. Revealing your bare cunt leaking on his pants. “Oh what a poor little brat,” he says, fingers slowly moving to your cunt. He gingerly spreads it open revealing just how wet you were.
“This what's been troubling you?” he asks sticking one of his digits into your sopping arousal. “Mhm!” you nod eagerly. “That's what's been making you such a little bratty girl? Just a needy cunt?” he says in such a mocking tone.
“God no wonder you've been all bratty huh? Needed some good loving didn't you?” he whispers.
His rough voice plus his small ministrations were slowly filling your body with warmth and tingles. “M sorry Daddy,” you admit, trying to grind down on his finger. “Baby girl, why didn't you use your big girl voice and tell me huh? You know I'm always willing to help you right?” he says slipping a second finger in, starting to move even faster.
His thumb presses on your clit starting to rub just how you like it. “M said I was sorry Daddy! You forgot about me n I just wanted you!” you whined. “I know baby I know,” he says keeping his pass, rubbing harder on your sensitive button.
You felt the familiar feeling in your tummy pool, a coil waiting to snap. It felt like pleasure was in your bones, deep-seated love planted by your husband. “You feel so good, m gonna cum.” you whimper letting the pleasure slowly start to take over.
“Good girl, come on baby,” Rick says leaning down again and kissing up and down your neck/ jaw. The coil was threatening to snap, as his fingers pumped in and out, curling to your G spot.
“Oh my god.” you breathe out. Your back arches as your cunt clenches on his fingers. Tingling waves of heat tracked through your whole body.
Your visions dimmed and faded out for a few moments when your breath returned to a more normal pace. By the time you noticed, you felt Ricks's tongue slowly licking up your leaking juices.
“Poor thing, well that's all she needed huh?” he teased you, hands gripping your thighs. You moaned as he barely let your sensitive cunt recover.
His warm tongue moved and curled to your G spot as he moved a hand to finish rubbing your clit. You moaned his name like it was a prayer. Begging to keep going. Your second orgasm came quicker than the first one, between the lewd sounds of Rick eating you out like you were his last meal and his death grip on you; you didn't last long.
You grabbed the sheets, as you started to grind down on his face trying to feel every inch of him possible. “M gonna cum again, please,” you begged, again feeling your body teetering on the edge.
He pulls away keeping his moving fingers on your clit. “Do it. Do it for me,” he says, his words vibrating into your greedy cunt. “Mm, fuck.” you whined. You were sure your poor neighbors were going to complain.
Your orgasm washes over you, feeling your legs shake with the sheer force of your husband's desire. He slowly stopped his movements, pulling away.
His face is covered in your liquid, his hair sleek with a shine from sweat. You looked up at him, body on fire as your breathing returned to normal.
“You alright there y/n?” he asks looking at your almost dazed sight. You nodded ‘yes’ watching as he slowly undid his belt. Letting his pants fall seeing his, what must be a painfully hard erection.
He pulls his boxers down, his dick slapping his stomach once it sprang back up. Your eyes flutter a little looking at his being cock. It was so perfect, almost made for you it seemed.
“Sit up, take your dress off the rest of the way,” he says pumping his cock a few times to get it ready for your needy cunt. You giggle as you follow his directions. Sitting up removing the dress.
You toss it on the floor next to you. Eyeing up your husband, licking your lips slightly taking in the sight of his naked and erect body. You let your legs fall open, revealing your most intimate part of yourself to him.
“Get over here” he barks once again grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. You giggle looking up at him, “Oh you think something is funny huh?” he asks, pumping his needy cock with his hand.
“Mm nooooo..” you giggle out biting your fingernail. “S’ what I thought,” he says, grabbing your hand and putting it on your clit instructing you to rub. You obey as you prepare yourself for his cock.
He brings the tip up to your entrance, moving in slightly. Feeling his tip press into you. You gasp in the slight stinging sensation it brings, taking your hand off your body and gripping the sheets.
“I know honey, I know. Just hold tight for a second ok? Almost all the way in.” he says continuing his plummet into your body. You nod angling your hips so he can slide into the deepest part of you.
He makes it all the way in as you both moan out for each other. “Fuck.” he mutters, once again moving your hand back down to have you rub your clit.
He begins pumping in and out of you, slowly of course at first. Feeling your pleasure return for your third orgasm. “Rick,” you whimper out bringing your unoccupied hand to his hair. He follows suit plunging his hand into your hair, mouth roughly kissing you.
His body was flushed with red, as he pumped inside of you slowly coming to his own end of pleasure. You couldn't take it anymore letting your orgasm cleanse through you like a prayer. Your back arched, cunt squeezing him perfectly.
Rick closed his eyes pulling away from your mouth and letting his head rest on your neck. He felt your rapid breaths cool slowly as he quickly fucked himself to his own release.
Letting out a grunted moan as his hot white load shoots into you. He pulls out of you and lets his body rest on top of yours. You left your head kissing his forehead.
He lifts his own head smiling up at you, “there is my pretty girl huh? Just needed the brat fucked out of you.” he taunted you. But just like you knew his eyes weren't dark with dominance anymore, just love filled them.
He stands up walks into the restroom grabs a towel, cleans himself up then gingerly cleans your exhausted sex.
He holds his hand out helping you walk to the restroom, where you clean yourself off completely and use the restroom. When you open the door you're greeted with a halfway-dressed Rick.
With a pair of comfy pants on but no shirt. He hands you an oversized tee shirt with a pair of comfy panties. You smiled pulling them on, resting in the comfortable silence with him. His hands wrap around your waist holding you close to him.
His mouth is attached to yours slowly letting his love for you spill out. Both of you collapse in the bed under the covers to cuddle, his warm rough hands rubbing your body as he encourages you to drink some water.
“Happy anniversary baby.”
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Glances🍒
Summary: Rick Grimes comes to your farm and things quickly grow between you both, will he finally get over Lori (reader is 22, Rick is a dilf)
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Rick and his group had been at your family farm for a few weeks now and god has he plagued your mind, he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, especially when he’s been working outside all day and his skin is glistening it does something to you, but what irks you is his wife…..Lori, you’ve witnessed their fights and he deserved so much better and you were willing to give that
They group were out by their camp while you and your sisters were making breakfast, you heard the door open and in walked the man you’ve been thinking about, his walk over was damn near hypnotizing
“Sweetie?” He asked breaking my you out of your trance, you looked up at his piercing blue eyes and felt yourself become weak
“Yes Rick, is there something you need?” You asked nervous, you’ve only had a few conversations but it still didn’t ease your nerves
“Wondering if you wanna come on a trip to that town near here with me, look for some supplies” you looked over at Beth and Maggie and they were smiling at you knowing your feelings for the sheriff
“Oh…sure when are we leaving?”
“Now while the suns up”
“Okay I’ll go get the horses ready” you smiled excited as you both left the house, he went to get ready as you saddled up the horses
You pulled yourself up in your horse as you held on the the rope of the other and made your way over to a waiting Rick, he had his black button up shirt on, his sleeves pushed up showing his muscular forearms with its prominent veins that made you weak in the knees but you had to try and focus
Rick hoped up onto the horse and looked you over his eyes lingering on your legs, it was a hot Georgia day so you were wear short shorts and a tight tank top
“You ready to go sheriff?” You asked shaking him out of his gaze
He cleared his throat and nodded as you both started to trot off on the horses
“So how’ve you been Rick? You seem stressed” you knew the others of the group really relied on him and put a lot of pressure on his conscience
“Nothing I can’t handle darlin” he smirked
“Of course not, but are you sure you don’t need a stress reliever?” You asked leaning forward a bit looking at him with a boost of confidence, the heat finally getting to you
“What kind of stress relieving are ya thinking about darlin?” He asked looking at you with this look you’ve never seen before even with all the weeks he’s been at your farm
“Anything you want sheriff” you said biting your lip as you finally got to the town, hoping off the horse as you tied her to a post, walking into a pharmacy as Rick quickly followed you
You felt his big hands sneak behind you gripping your waist, sliding down so his fingers were tugging at the hem of your shorts
“Mmm you must been really stressed, what? Your wife can’t help you out?” You asked teasing as you looked up behind you at him as he towered over you
“Can’t look at her like that anymore, not when a sexy thing like you is walking around, these little shorts of yours keep me up at night, thinking of of you tight body as you work in the sun, god I want you darlin” he groaned in your ear feeling him press up against you
“Well good thing for you, I’m here for you to do anything you want, use me Rick” you whined as his hand slipped further down into your shorts
Let’s just say he had a lot of stress to work out on and your body was the perfect relief for him to use…..for hours
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soldier!rick grimes x reader
“i found you” your soft whisper came out slowly as you carefully held his face in your hands, making sure he was real. rick saw your pretty eyes all teary and red and he let out a relieved sigh. even then after all those years, you looked as beautiful as the first time. “shh, i’m here” his deep voice comforted you before he kissed your forehead so tenderly it made you smile between happy tears.
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one rule | chapter six
[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]
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summary: rick confides in daphne, for reasons unknown to her. as she offers him counsel, daphne is also grappling with conflicting feelings of her own.
notes: if you're disappointed by this reaction, this is a friendly reminder that season 1 rick was mr moral high ground. but trust me when i say there WILL be a catalyst for rick's entire wrath and fury. this is just one step closer to that. do not fear, rick will be kicking shane's ass very soon :) also, the pacing is so bad in this, i might rewrite this whole chapter soon. but feel free to comment, i love talking to you all!
I froze. In fact, I think all three of us did and I realized with a jolt how out of my depth I was here. This had nothing to do with me and of course, here I was, in the smack dab middle of it.
Daryl scoffed one more time and then trudged into the woods, mumbling all sorts of things. I stared after him until he disappeared within the trees. His words dawned on me and my eyes slowly traveled over to Shane.
Sure, Rick's sudden appearance had served as a nice distraction from the big glaring problem I had waiting here for me if I got back alive, but reality had to be faced eventually. My inner conflict since last night had been tearing me from the inside-out, as I tried to figure out my feelings for Shane Walsh. After all, he has been generously kind to me in all the years I've known him, albeit flirty but in a respectful way. He didn't cross any lines I'd deemed uncrossable and I wouldn't deny that his concern and priority over my well-being filled me with sensation far beyond gratitude.
The kiss caught me off guard. But now this bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over my head. Just as I began to entertain the idea of harboring romantic feelings for him.
His words from last night echoed in the back of my mind.
"For what it's worth, it's always been you."
Something inexplicable gripped at my throat. But I stayed as silent as possible. Watching these two was like a ticking bomb, any second away from detonating.
Shane stared at Rick with a troubled expression, his foot twisting into the dirt uncomfortably.
I knew in an instant Daryl Dixon did not lie.
Did he know this was my usual spot to gather berries and other edible plants? With his tracking abilities, I wouldn't doubt it, despite not talking to the man much but...
Of all the miles that surrounded our camp, why stretch out the smug admission of a hidden truth, a treacherous affair, until this very spot, just steps away from where I was crouched in the bush, picking for blueberries?
I reprimanded myself at the thought. Why would Daryl Dixon care about my knowing of Shane's personal escapades?
"She..." Shane started quite hesitantly. "Lori... she thought you were dead, man."
"Did you?"
Shane scoffed as if the accusation baffled him. "You heard 'em. I... I tried, Rick. I saw you every chance I got. The day it all went down— I didn't have a damn clue what was going on. Screams from left to right, the military raining fire on anyone who was still breathing. Hell, I tried to get you out of there, man! But it couldn't be the two of us dead because you still had a wife and a child out there! And if I couldn't save you, I could damn well save them!" He was unexpectedly set off, angrier than he should've been. "And let me tell you somethin', I did it for you. I did it for my brother. L-Lori, we were comforting each other in the only way we knew how—"
"I thought you were gone."
His partner's face was crestfallen. His lips parted like the shock was threatening to sink him under, his eyes glazed over from the betrayal.
"After I woke up in that hospital bed, when I saw what the world had become. The first thing I thought about was Carl and Lori. And then you. Our unit. For a moment, I thought you were all dead—"
Rick choked up and Shane's face morphed into something reminiscent of guilt. I couldn't quite tell though. I'd like to think that after years, I knew this man. But now he was completely unreadable.
Running a hand over his face, down his glistening eyes, Rick squared his stance and stared his longest friend in the eye.
"Our marriage... fell apart a long time ago," he shook his head and clenched his jaw. "But that doesn't make this okay."
There was a long moment of tense silence and I didn't realize I was holding my breath until my chest began to burn. I tried to control the air releasing from my lungs.
"I appreciate what you did. Saving 'em. I owe you everythin' but—" Rick cut himself off, glaring at the grass between them. He seemed to be saying these words through his teeth, forcing himself to say them. His hand began to flex angrily and his feet kicked the dirt beneath them in warning.
I stared at them with a mix of emotions.
One was a man that had changed my life forever, taught me how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world where I should've died. He cared for me, never shied away from making it clear that I was his priority. And maybe I was too blinded by the attention to see that there was something going on between him and Lori. That she was also carelessly pushed to the side in the weeks we'd been forming a new life together. And to know that she'd been having sex with him all along, I could only hope that she didn't have actual feelings for him, because it would explain the strange looks I had been catching from her, and my guilt would only increase tenfold.
And on the other hand was her husband, a man I have been pining over since the moment I laid eyes on him in the precinct.
Rick Grimes had an instant hold over me, no matter how minuscule or undetectable it had gotten over the years, and no matter what, he had always truly been the most gorgeous man I've known inside and out.
What does that say about me? Lusting after my friend's husband and then fucking around with the feelings of her goddamn side piece.
I suddenly became nauseous.
"I get it, man. I'll go back to the camp," said Shane after a long stretch of silence. I kept my eyes on Rick, unable to look at Shane with the turmoil brewing inside me. A simmering anger was twisting my insides at the mere sound of his voice.
"Uh— yeah, yeah," Rick mumbled distractedly, not bothering to even look up, fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.
A pair of footsteps stomped away, crunching along the grass until the only thing that could be heard was the chirps of the nearby insects.
As soon as Shane disappeared within the trees, Rick spun around to send his fist flying into a tree, a muffled yell leaving his pressed lips. He was beyond angry, tears lining his lash line, face turning red. I stared with wide eyes, trying not to make a single sound.
I felt incredibly bad for him. I couldn't imagine fighting tooth and nail to make it back to your wife just to find that she had moved on to your best friend so quickly. That although their marriage had already been suffering, she had chosen to sleep with the man he trusted more than anyone else.
Something wet touched my hand. I uncurled my fist to find a handful of crushed blueberries.
"How long you been there?"
I jolted up in surprise, my curls tangled into the bush and the pouch of berries slipped out of my other hand.
"I was here first," I replied defensively, still hidden in the bush.
Rick didn't say anything, just peered past the leaves as if he couldn't quite spot me. But somehow he knew I was there, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"You were," he eventually said, slowly. "I saw you just before Daryl left."
Relief flooded through me. I slowly untangled myself from the branches, stepping out into the path with tinged cheeks. "I was picking berries. Found the patch a few weeks ago."
His cheeks were flushed, his hands shaking very slightly by his side.
"I can leave you alone," I said after some silence. "I'll go back to camp—"
"No." Rick said firmly, meeting my eye very briefly before glaring back down at the ground.
I halted my escape. "Oh, um, okay."
The awkwardness was threatening to eat me alive. I shifted on my feet, wondering where to look and what to do with my hands.
"Do you..." I eagerly looked up at Rick, glad one of us was talking. "Did you know?"
I studied him. Really, there should be no reason for him to be upset with me too, but I braced myself for his wrath anyway. He'd spared Shane because they were partners, but we were nothing. As much as it bothered me, Rick and I didn't owe each other an ounce of respect in this new world.
"No," I told him honestly. A surge of anger towards Shane rushed through me again. My cheeks felt hot.
"I keep wondering... if I have the right to even be upset. I wasn't a good husband to her, I know this, and you're the last person I should be telling this to but—"
The last person? Should I be offended or something? I decide now wasn't the best time to press for details. "It's fine. I know this can't be easy for you. To wake up to... this."
Rick scoffed a little, but not in a rude way. It was as if I'd said something outlandish and absurd.
"I woke up and the hardest part was done. Seeing the world change— changing with it— becoming the leader of a group you have no responsibilities or ties to. You, you did the hard part."
"Oh— did Shane—?"
"Shane didn't hafta tell me nothin'. Lori and I talked last night. She told me everything that happened since the day I got shot," explained Rick solemnly.
I cringed at the thought of them spending time alone last night. Not that it was crazy to imagine; they were still married.
"I guess I have a lot to be thanking you for," Rick looked up at me with an intense sincerity in his gaze. I tried not to squirm under the pressure of it. He continued. "You saved my family. That is something I will never be able to repay."
He stepped forward and laid a large hand on my shoulder. I could feel some heat rush to my ears. "You have my gratitude."
"Carl's a great kid. And Lori's my friend. I would do it a million times over," I told him truthfully.
He stared at me for a few moments, his hand still holding my shoulder as his eyes scanned every bit of my face. Sighing, he stepped away and brought himself to the ground carefully, sitting with his knees bent and leaning an elbow against them thoughtfully.
It was silent again, but it didn't feel as awkward as before so I sat next to him and began to wash the berries off with the bottle of water I'd brought with me from camp.
"What... what do I do?"
My head shot over to stare at him. "You're asking me."
I didn't state it as a question, more as a statement of shock, thinking about how ironic it was that the fate of a marriage I had once upon a time envied was now partly in my hands. The guilt was still there, painfully tugging at my heartstrings.
Rick shrugged and made a show of looking around at the empty trees around us.
"I can't really tell you what to do, Rick."
"What I really wanna do is break his jaw in. Watch him choke on his teeth."
I'm surprised at the restraint it took for him to not send his fist flying in the first place. I was fully prepared to watch Shane's ass get beat.
"He deserves it," I instigated slightly. I couldn't possibly be as angry as he was but I understood. Shane does deserve a good punch.
He sighed and shook his head at the ground.
"I don't know how to go on. How to look him in the face—" he scowled. "We were brothers. He was my best friend. He knew." Rick snapped.
"He knew...?"
"He was the one person I confided in. I told him about Lori and I. I told him when things started going south. I never thought in a million years I'd have to worry." He spat, shaking his head angrily.
I felt some of that bitterness surge in me as well. I felt completely and utterly deceived by the same goddamn person.
"We never do," I projected a bit. I couldn't help it, the anger was swelling in me as well. Just the thought of Shane's stupid face made me want to punch something. "They fill our heads with all these stupid promises and reassurances just to stab you right in the back anyway."
Am I being overdramatic? Most likely. Hell, I probably deserved this. I led Shane on for so long, I couldn't be mad that he moved on to someone else. I just couldn't understand why he'd said the things he did last night. The kiss.
I've never been more goddamn confused in my life.
It was quiet for a few minutes, my last comment brewing in the silence but I didn't think Rick would pay much mind to it. He had bigger problems of his own.
"Carl— he's so young..." he said idly as if it had just occurred to him.
Too young for a divorce was what he meant.
I couldn't disagree with that. There's no age that seeing your parents separate becomes easier to deal with. But he's not the same nine-year-old Rick had known before he got shot.
"Rick, the world isn't the same anymore. It doesn't excuse Lori's actions or Shane's, but all of that doesn't matter so much when you're trying to keep yourself from getting eaten by dead cannibals. I can't tell you what to do but in the grand scheme of things, I think Carl will learn to understand."
I didn't know whether this brought him any comfort because he seemed to have nothing else to say on the matter. Maybe I was too straightforward, after all Carl was his kid at the end of the day. Despite how much I'd grown to care for him...
"I've been thinking about the man we left behind."
I looked over at him in shock. It was the last thing I'd been expecting him to bring up. But as soon as I looked at his blue eyes, I could almost see the plans he was concocting.
He wanted to go after him.
"You can't be serious," I scoffed. I'd been pushing aside my own thoughts about Merle Dixon. Just one more thing to add to my consciousness. As much of a dickhead as he was, we'd left a human being for dead.
"It isn't right. Leaving him up there to die," insisted Rick.
"He would do the same to any of us," I argued. "You just escaped the city. Survived alone against all odds. You're willing risk that for a douchebag like Merle?"
I observed the incredulous look on his face with disdain. It's different for him. He was just introduced to this new fucked up reality. He still has hope that we can be the heroes of this story-- that we can afford to care about anyone but ourselves.
"This-- what we have here-- this is what we focus on. It's unfortunate but Merle dug his own grave. It isn't worth risking your life, Rick."
I hated the way he was looking at me but I steeled myself. He'd learn soon enough. Men like Merle weren't worth compromising your safety for. It was every man for himself in the old world, and even more so in the new one.
I shoved every silly feeling I've had for Rick to the side and gave him a stern look back. I willed myself not to care about the disgust on his face because soon enough, he'd understand.
He'd understand what we've done to keep his wife and son alive.
Rick opened his mouth and I braced myself, ready to hear something along the lines of me being a murderer and a split second thought ran through my head.
Shane would agree with me.
A blood curdling scream cut through the dense silence.
"MOM! DAD!"
I was up before I could even process it, tearing through the woods with Rick at my heels.
"CARL!" Rick and I yelled in unison. I gripped the pistol Shane had given me tight, not caring if my face was torn up by the stray branches I ran against, heart pounding in my chest as I willed my legs to move faster than they ever have.
"Here!" I tossed a knife back to Rick as I pushed ahead of him, beating him in speed by a milestone.
"MAMA! MOMMY!" A high-pitched voice screamed.
Finally, I stumbled upon where Sophia and Carl were huddled. Making a beeline towards the kids, despite the walker that stood yards away.
I grabbed them by the shoulders, looking them up and down frantically. Trying to find a bite, a scratch, anything.
A body came slamming into mine and I suddenly heard their screams, the rest of the group had been searching as well.
Lori grabbed her son frantically, snatching him from my grasp and patting his arms down in a panic. "Carl! Nothing bit you, nothing scratched you?"
"No, I'm fine," Carl shook his head.
Jacqui came running out of nowhere.
"Soph?" The small blonde girl shook her head frantically before sprinting in the direction of camp, no doubt searching for her mother.
"She wasn't bit. We're both okay." Carl reassured.
I gripped my pistol and set my sights on the walker. It was feasting on a deer, crouched over and ripping its neck to shreds. I grimaced, inching forward with Rick and Glenn at my side.
Shane made brief eye contact with me before the walker suddenly straightened up and whipped around.
Rick wasted no time, slashing its face with the knife I'd handed him. Shane used the end of his rifle and Glenn started beating the damn thing with a stick. Even Morales had a turn before Dale swung his axe and chopped its head off clean.
It was silent as we all stared at the mess of guts and blood in shock.
"That's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain," said Dale shakily.
"Well, they're running out of food in the city. That's what," replied Jim, another survivor who was normally a man of few words.
A branch snapped and we all raised our weapons, my safety turning off once more.
I curled my finger around the trigger as the steps got closer.
"Oh, Jesus," Dale sighed in relief as Daryl came stomping out from between the bushes. I lowered my gun and shook my head.
"Son of a bitch! That's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy—" Daryl kicked the headless walker angrily.
"—disease-bearing—"
Kick.
"—motherless—"
Another kick.
"—poxy bastard!"
"Calm down, son. That's not helping."
"What do you know about it, old man?" Daryl sneered at Dale, getting in his face. "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'on golden pond?' If it wasn't for you idiots running it off earlier, I would've taken it back to camp. Maybe I can cut around this chewed up part. Take some for the road."
"Wouldn't risk that," Shane sighed.
"That's a damn shame," Daryl said, giving Shane a nasty glare before raising his bow and shooting an arrow into the walker's reanimated head.
Huffing, he shoulder-checked Glenn as he passed by, ripping the arrow out with a squelch.
I couldn't blame him for being angry. As much of an asshole as Merle was, he was still Daryl's family.
Glenn rubbed his shoulder and rolled his eyes.
"Daryl!" Rick rushed after him, disappearing into the trees with my knife. I was briefly confused until I remembered where our last conversation left off.
"God help us all," I smacked a hand on my forehead and began to make my way back to camp. Slowly so I wouldn't catch up to Daryl and Rick.
"Hold up, Daph," Glenn caught up to me with a huff. "Were you ever going to tell me about Rick being the Rick?"
"What?"
Glenn glanced behind us. Likely looking for Shane.
"Rick Grimes? Like super hot hip-swaying coworker Grimes? I'm fucking offended, Daph."
"Do you want everyone to hear you?" I whispered harshly, scanning the woods to make sure Rick or Shane weren't lurking about.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
"Sorry, it wasn't really at the forefront of my mind yesterday. I was more thinking about all the dead people trying to eat us."
"What are the freaking odds?" Glenn marveled. "Out of all people, he runs into us. You know, anybody else would've left him for dead."
"Yes, you're a goddamn hero, Glenn."
"Damn right I am. Saved your man from certain death."
My eyes widened comically and I whacked him in the side. "He's not my man. Don't say shit like that around Shane or Lori."
"Of course not. I'm not crazy. You see 'em around here?"
"I dunno. Shane has eyes and ears everywhere."
"True," Glenn nodded, staring at his feet as we walked. Suddenly, he stopped.
"What's up with you two? You've been weird since yesterday morning."
Fuck. I knew it wouldn't slip past him. Glenn knew me too well for this to just slide and the only reason I'd been keeping it from him was because of how selfish and ashamed I felt.
"Don't judge me, okay?"
His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "Okay?"
I seized his sleeve and took us a little ways off the trail, closer to the blueberry patch. Speaking of which, I left all of the ones I'd collected in the dust. Goddamnit.
"Um— two nights ago, Shane and I... well, we kissed."
His jaw dropped slightly.
"He kissed me." I defended quickly, before Glenn could give me a judgmental look.
"Did you want it?" He asked carefully.
"Yes— well, no— I don't know."
Glenn narrowed his gaze, sending a glance in the direction of camp. His cheeks tinted red and he shifted uncomfortably.
"He didn't force himself onto me, if that's what you think." I said quickly, recognizing the signs of Glenn's impending anger.
His chest fell in relief.
"I just... I screwed up, Glenn. I led him on. I let him kiss me and I kissed him back. I didn't even know if I wanted it. And then Rick of all people shows up! The one person I was holding out hope for. I'm not a homewrecker but I am delusional."
Glenn stayed silent so I continued with a sigh.
"I should've given Shane a chance before the world went to shit. But I didn't and now everything is so much more complicated... he, um, he told me there's no one else."
"Damn."
I closed my eyes frustratingly. "I know."
"That's clearly a lie."
I gave him a side-eyed glare. "I know."
Glenn pursed his lips awkwardly and looked away.
"How long have you known?" I asked with a sigh. Wouldn't be surprised if I was the last one to find out.
"Not long. I stumbled upon them in the woods the other day. I can't get the image out of my head, I think I'm scarred for life." He grimaced. "I would've told you if I knew he was trying to make a move."
"It's fine," I began to walk back over to the path again. "You couldn't have known. It happened late at night and I was wallowing in self-pity yesterday."
I stomped on the fallen leaves, trying to release some of the pent-up frustration before getting back.
"It's just... I told him it'd take time but I was willing to give us a try. All this time I've felt guilty for even missing that part of my life when Lori was still grieving her husband. Just to find out her and Shane are having sex this whole time."
Glenn readjusted his cap. "Gotta wonder if this started now or before."
That's a good point.
I wasn't a good husband to her, Rick had said to me earlier.
I don't know anything about their lives from before. I only knew Rick at a professional level. And whatever Shane would tell me when he was trying to chat me up every other day at work.
I can't really judge Rick or Lori. She thought he was dead and Rick... well, I don't know what he meant by not being a good husband.
This was truly a mess I had no part in.
"I'm taking myself out of this equation. I have enough on my plate for me to worry about this love triangle."
"More like a rectangle."
I gave him a confused look.
"You like Rick. Rick likes Lori. Lori like Shane. Shane likes you and Lori?"
God, I love and hate his out-of-pocket comments sometimes. But Glenn keeps it real. I gotta respect that.
Rick likes Lori.
Well technically, Rick should love Lori and he probably does. She's the mother of his child and I can't pretend to know everything about their relationship, but if what Rick said earlier was true, there wasn't much of a relationship anymore.
"I could really use some vodka," I groaned, feeling a headache forming between my eyes.
"Same," Glenn said sadly as we approached camp.
Everyone had resumed to their usual activities. Lori and Carl were nowhere to be found but I assumed they were in their tent or the RV. Carol was folding clothes with little Sophia at her feet.
I did a double-take when I saw Rick and Shane speaking to the side. I could faintly hear their conversation.
"So that's it, huh? To hell with everybody else? What about Lori?"
"Don't talk to me about her. I'm not saying to hell with anybody. Especially not to my son." Rick said firmly, buttoning up his sheriff's uniform. He started walking past his former partner.
"Tell them that."
Rick whipped around, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared back at his friend.
"They know. You'd best leave me alone. It's in your best interest. This ain't got nothing to do with you."
I started walking over, feeling a fight begin to stir up. Shane didn't look like he was deterred by Rick's unapproachable attitude and there's no way Rick wasn't still upset about his best friend's actions.
"Well, look, I--I don't, okay, Rick? So could you just throw me a bone here, man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?"
"Hey, choose your words more carefully," threatened Daryl, who was standing nearby.
"No, I did. Douchebag's what I meant."
"You have something in common then," said Rick jarringly. I was taken aback, not expecting that type of insult to fly out of Officer Grimes' mouth. He was always the passive one.
Glenn chortled next to me.
Shane took it unflinchingly. "Merle Dixon-- that guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst, man."
"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me. I can't let a man die of thirst. Me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being. I don't recall asking for your opinion either."
"So you and Daryl? That's your big plan?" Lori asked, more at ease than I would've expected given the tense circumstances.
I observed her easy posture, other than the frustration she was likely feeling over the fact that her husband was trying to go on a damn suicide mission. I watched as her eyes subtly traveled from Rick to Shane. Then I realized Shane must not have told her a damn thing.
Rick looked at her with hardened eyes. And then switched his gaze over to—
Glenn groaned. "Oh, come on."
There's no way in hell.
"You wanna drag someone else on this suicide mission?" I interjected exasperatedly. I gave Rick my nastiest glare, unable to believe his audacity.
"You're really okay with letting a man die?"
"It's like I said before. He'd do the same to any of us," I lowered my voice and stepped closer to Rick, eyeing Daryl's angry pacing over his shoulder. "He was going to get himself killed eventually. And he would've dragged us all down with him."
I'm not evil. I'm not. I just don't want to see Rick die.
Rick stared at me for a moment before setting his attention onto Glenn.
"You know the way," I scoffed as he ignored me completely. "You've been there before. In and out, no problem. You said so yourself."
Glenn took his cap off and started rubbing his head-- a nervous tick of his.
I've never felt so angry with anyone. Knowing he was asking this of Glenn. Asking him to risk his life once more when he already had just to save Rick's skin.
"It's not fair of me to ask. I know that." Rick glanced over to me apologetically. I guess he isn't deaf. "But I'd feel a lot better if you came along."
"That's just great." Shane scowled, stepping closer to me. "Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?"
"Four," said T-Dog from the edge of camp.
Daryl scoffed. "My day just gets better and better, don't it?"
"Be grateful anyone's willing to save that dick," I bristled.
"Yeah, you see anybody else stepping up to save your brother's cracker ass?"
"Why you?" Daryl asked T-Dog.
"You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language."
"That's four," said Dale exasperatedly.
"That's not just four. You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick. Come on. You saw that walker. It was here, it was in camp."
Despite it all, Shane and I usually saw eye to eye on most things. We weren't afraid to make hard decisions to keep the camp safe. The first week or so when it was just the five of us, Shane and I would stay up late into the early hours of the morning. Talking about our limits— what we were willing to do to make sure our loved ones stayed alive. Even if prioritizing our safety meant leaving others behind.
It's why I still can't believe Ed Peletier is still a good-for-nothing member of our camp. After his and Shane's scuffle, I was certain Shane and I would find a way to get rid of him. Whereas douchebag volatile Merle contributed brawn and hunting game, Ed contributed nothing.
"They're moving out the city. They come here, they get to camp-- we need every able body we got. We need 'em here. We need 'em to protect camp." Shane emphasized.
"You went through hell to find us," added Lori. "You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?"
"Dad, I don't want you to go." Carl pleaded.
"Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth even one of your lives! Tell me. Make me understand." Lori said angrily, standing up.
Rick sighed and crouched in front of Carl, making a point to speak mostly to him. "I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy. If they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn him."
"What's stopping you?" Lori asked from the side.
"The walkie-talkie. I dropped it in the tank I hid in," Rick looked back at Glenn and I. "He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer."
"I feel for them. I really do but I can't listen to this shit any longer," I hissed quietly at Glenn before stomping away towards our tent.
Footsteps crunched behind me and I knew he was following me. I slipped off my shoes and threw myself onto my sleeping bag, irritated beyond belief. The second Rick mentioned the walkie he'd left behind, it reminded me of what I had left behind too— the medicine. A shit ton of it. Stuff that we'd need eventually and the vitamins the kids were so desperately lacking.
Goddamnit. Carl was one of my weakest spots. I'd grown to care for him immensely, more than I expected. His now-hallowed cheeks stabbed at my heart.
I watched as Glenn gathered his gun I'd given him from the bag I retrieved for Rick yesterday and the CB.
"You're going."
"He'll die if I don't. He's gonna go with or without me," Glenn sighed.
I stood up and pocketed my pistol. "Then I'm going too."
"What? Weren't you against this whole plan? Number one Merle hater?"
I shoved my shoes back onto my feet. "That's before you decided you were going to put your life on the line too. And I still hate that fucker. I'm not doing it for him. I'm doing it for you."
"You don't have to," Glenn grabbed my arm, halting my exit. "You should stay here."
I shot him an incredulous look. "While you go out there and risk your life?" I lowered my voice so that no one else could eavesdrop. "None of these people mean as much to me as you do. I know this is what you do but if there's any way I can help, I need to be there. Besides, I'm going back for the medicine. We're running low."
With that, I freed my arm and left our tent, beelining for the truck where Daryl was loading his bow and arrows into. I got into the passenger's seat, ignoring Shane as he threw yet another fit at the sight of me. Slamming the door shut, I groaned and closed my eyes, throwing my head back as I wondered why we were all willingly putting ourselves in danger once more.
"Yer comin' too?"
I opened an eye and peeked at Daryl through the side mirror. He was crouched behind my seat, busy with his arrows.
"Clearly."
His lip curled and he shook his head.
I couldn't give less of a fuck if he was mad. He could get over it.
The driver's seat opened and Glenn got in, readjusting his cap and giving me a glance. "Thanks," he whispered.
My anger dissipated a little and I gave him a tiny smile, knowing both of us felt a lot better going into the lion's den together. That smile quickly fell when a foot appeared between us, slamming into the wheel twice.
"Come on!" Daryl hollered, honking the horn obnoxiously.
"Don't do that. There might be other walkers close by, you idiot," I seethed.
He ignored me. "Let's go!"
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I was reading a Rick Grimes x ofc fan fic on ao3, “In The Way That We Rust” by larlar. But now I can’t find it. Does anyone know what happened to it?
I really adore that story😭
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Hello im once again searching for people to rp with. This time I'm desperately seeking Walking Dead RPs.
Looking for someone to play as Rick, Daryl, or Carl. I'm open to doubling up or even Side-plotting!
The characters I play are:
Kit Rice (Female OC, 29) (Four Starters!) (Rick/Kit/Daryl) (Rick/Kit) (Daryl/Kit)
Eve (Female OC, 18, Alpha's Youngest Daughter) (One Starter) (Carl) (Lydia is completely brainwashed by Alpha in this verse and has been appointed Gamma) (Different ages so Carl is alive and 18 at this point)
Sophia Peletier (18) (Season 5) (Carl) (They found her before she was bit) (Same as above age wise)
Like this post or message me if you're interested in any of these!
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she's baaaaaack
chapter eight of brimstone in the garden is officially complete and up on ao3 for your viewing pleasure.
editing took forever, but i'm happy to be back at it and have more to share with you.
(wattpad is also so behind ao3 and it'll all get updated today)
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*playing twister*
Rick: Right hand red.
Daryl: *ends up on top of Y/N*
Y/N: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Rick: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.
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Everything She Wants | D.D
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader/Original Female Character
Word Count: 1,149 / Character Count: 5,691
TW/CW: S/A, violence, SH, gore, fighting, abuse(possibly)
Summary: Emma Grimes (18-year-old daughter of Rick and Lori Grimes. Older sister of Carl Grimes) struggles to find herself through the end of the world. Facing the loss of loved ones and fighting her own demons. As she learns to survive, she discovers feelings for someone she has never felt.
Author Note: Hello!! This is my first time writing fanfic for anything since 2015, so please bare with me. I appreciate any feedback. This story will be extended. Feel free to let me know what you think about anything in the future. I also want to mention that this story won't 100% align with the actual show, but it will follow the same timeline, I hope you enjoy
Chapter One: The Beginning
When it started, no one had any idea what was happening. My dad was just shot, and I had no time to process what happened to him before all hell broke loose.
I was a senior in High-School. I had just turned 18 this year. And the first thing I did when everything went down was grab carl from his school a block from mine and find mom.
After running back home, we found our mom and my dad's best friend, Shane, whom we call our Uncle. He told us he would protect us and that we would be safe with him.
"what about dad?" I ask in panic as Shane is filling the car with our clothes and other belongings (as well as food). "your dad died, Emma... I tried to save him, I really did, but I had no time; I needed to find you guys for him." I looked at Shane in shock; not knowing what to say, I grabbed my mp3 player from my backpack and hurried into the car. Tears escape from my eyes now, knowing my dad, my best friend, is gone, and I didn't even get to say goodbye.
After a couple hours, we found ourselves on a highway of some sort, a bunch of families wondering when we could start driving again. The whole thing was such a blur to me. The next thing I remember was everyone dying, screaming. It was a nightmare.
We had to set up camp with a group of others. We spent the next two months hunting for food and supplies, simply surviving on whatever we could find or already had. I was initially scared, but knowing my family and I weren't alone made it much easier and less scary. It seemed that my mom sure was not nervous or afraid anymore. There was no wait time between finding out dad died and her fucking dad's best friend.
I wouldn't have been able to know if they were better at hiding it. They make it so obvious. And sharing a tent with carl next to moms tent? I'm surprised carl can sleep through all their moaning and groaning every night.
For some time, I kept my mouth shut, making food for everyone and whatnot to keep my mind off it. But it was no use; my mom ended up finding out.
I walked out of my tent after a nap during the day, wanting some fresh air. Putting my combat boots back on my feet, I walk towards the forest to sit under a tree when I hear voices. I pull my pocket knife out "who's there?!" "Emma??!" I turn to my left to see my mom and Shane embracing. Shane manages to slip away, and it's just my mom and me.
"so I see you didn't wait to jump into his arms" I cross my arms. "Emma, my love life is none of your business." "it is my business when I can hear you and your little rebound fucking next to mine and Carl's tent." after I said that, I guess it struck a chord with mom because she ran away.
Sighing, I sit down under a large tree and rest my head back on it. After thinking, I hear footsteps and open my eyes, "it's just me, girl" I close my eyes again, knowing it's Daryl. "whatcha doin' out here anyway?" "Well, I wanted to get some fresh air, but I found my mom and Shane making out and told her upfront that I knew and could hear them having sex." "sounds bout right, saw her stormin' back to 'er tent cryin', was wonderin' what happened"
I sigh again, "I just wish my dad was here... that's all" "well, based on what I heard, I don't think he's dead. or at least, don't sound like anyone should be assumin'." I nod in agreement and sit closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. he doesn't pay any mind and continues to clean his arrows.
We sit for a bit under the tree in comfortable silence until we hear an engine revving really loud. "what's happening ?" "I don't know, but let's find out" Daryl and I get up from the ground and jog over to where the noise is coming from.
Glenn had just gotten back from his run and stopped the noise. He mentioned why he and the others he went with took so long, because of this new guy. They called out for him, and a car door opened.
It was my dad.
'Dad?!" I ran as fast as possible to my dad; Carl and I jumped into his arms. "I missed you so much," I said into his shoulder. "I missed you too, sunshine, and you too, Carl" dad kissed us both on the head and gets up to bring our mom into an embrace. I shake my head, turn to Shane, and shake my head at him, walking away from everyone.
While I was out sulking in the woods, my dad had handcuffed Merle to a pipe on a roof somewhere in the city, leaving him to die. Merle wasn't a good guy, but I don't think he deserved that.
Daryl was yelling at everyone who went out, including my dad, trying to fight and demanding they return and try to find him. Only a few people wanted to tag along. "I'll go with you to look for him, Daryl" "oh no, you're not, young lady", my dad walks up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"yes, I am. It's the least I can do for a new friend. I want everyone to be as safe and alive as everyone else. And I'm going to help Daryl get his brother." my dad gave me a softer look, "fine, but I'm coming with you and make sure you're safe" I rolled my eyes. Carl runs up to dad, "can I come too?" I crouch at eye level with Carl. "no, buddy, you can't; we need you here and safe; you can play with Sophia and mom. I promise we will be back very soon, and I can play with you too" Carl gives me a smile "okay",.
Carl runs back over to Sophia. My mom holds dads hand. "honey, you just got back, and now you want to leave? We haven't even gotten to sit down and spend time with you" "Lori, as much as I want to after having just gotten back, it's the least I can do, seeing as I am the one who handcuffed a guy to a pipe on a roof." my mom sighs, kissing him on the cheek "okay. Still, please be safe; I don't want to lose you again after just getting you back" "I will, I promise" after we say our goodbyes, we head off to the city to find merle.
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no thoughts only rick grimes being an absolutely filthy needy lover
(might turn this into a full length fic if yall enjoy 🤓)
his rough hands ABSOLUTELY gripping your fucking jaw, his tongue roughly exploring your mouth. like he hasn’t had a meal in his whole life.
his strong rough hand gripping the soft flesh of your thighs/ass/ waist as he eats you out like a starving man. it isn’t enough to have you pinned down on the shitty mattress in Alexandria.
he lifts your body closer to him, teeth grazing your clit. making your eyes go covered in stars. using his strong body to flip you around no MATTER what size your body is. he will flip you around and land dominate smacks on your ass.
absolutely marking you so everyone knows who the fuck you belong to. he can’t deny the way he loves sneaking around with you, hand on your mouth as he rams his cock into your greedy cunt
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Worry🪵
Summary: You’ve been with Rick since his fall out with Lori and got really close those 8 months on the road and now there’s the prison but things change when Michonne joins the group
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Everything between you and Rick have been going great, he treats you like a goddess, you helped him deal with the betrayal of Lori and slowly you fell for one another, you treated him with love and respect and he did the same for you, well that was until this new woman Michonne showed up
You walked into your shared cell with Rick as everyone was heading off to bed
“Hey love” you said as you sat next to him on the bed
“Hey” he usually gave you a little nickname like doll or darlin and it concerned you cause this has been happening every since she came
“Rick we need to talk” you sighed making him look at you finally because of your tone
“About what?” You turned fully facing him and crossing your legs trying to gather your courage
“Do you not love me anymore?” The anxiety building up the longer he didn’t answer
But when you asked his expression changed from hard to worry, it became soft
“What? Of course I still love you” he said rubbing his hand up and down your thigh
“Really? Because ever since Michonne arrived you act like I’m a nuisance, you don’t call me those sweet nicknames, you don’t kiss me as much and you haven’t even touched me……. Rick you ignore me” you finally admitted having held these feeling for weeks
“Oh baby I’m so sorry, it’s nothing to do with Michonne it’s the governor having to figure out how to protect us all it’s been the only thing on my mind and I guess I didn’t think I was treating you like that, that’s the last thing I wanna do is make you feel like I don’t love you, cause I do” he said holding my face between his hands wiping of the tears sliding down your cheeks
“Please don’t ignore me like that again, just talk to me that’s what I’m here for I’m here for you to talk to I wanna be your rock as much as you are mine, I love you Rick” you said leaning your forehead against his having missed his touch
“I love you too….so much”
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Hazel Dixon's story
When Hazel was separated from her family in the beginning, she didn't panicked, and while she searched for her family, she survived on her own. When a larger horde overran her camp, she was forced to move on. She often went hunting with her father and uncle, and they had some familiar hunting spots, so she headed towards the quarry, but instead of her family, she came across a group of strangers. She had no idea that her family was also closer than she thought.
"Get your guns out of my face." I said in an irritated, but calm voice. The man in front of me lowered his rifle, and nodded the others to do the same.
"She's just a girl." Someone said, it was a woman with long, brown hair, a boy behind her back. This is just great, the quarry was full of people. A whole camp. I lowered my gun too, but didn't put it away yet. "You on your own?"
"Yeah. My old man and I used to camp here, the place has a lake, the forest is good for hunting so I thought of coming here. Guess it's not just my place any longer."
"You can stay, if you want, I'm Shane Walsh. She is Lori." The guy with the rifle introduced himself, and the woman with the little boy.
"Hazel." A put away my gun, and the boy came a little forward.
"Hi, I'm Carl." I just nodded, and went after the others toward their camp. Soon more people come and introduce themself. The first was Dale, an older man with a hat, he seemed nice, then a young asian guy, Glenn, and a black man, named T-dog. I scoffed a little, what name is T-dog anyway?
There was two blond girl, they were sisters, Andrea the older, and Amy the younger. She seemed to in my age, or close enough. She was who asked how old I am.
"Sixteen in this year. You?"
"Twenty-three. I thought you are older, carrying that gun and knives." She grinned, and I tapped my gun on my waist.
"It's a beauty, my dad gave it to me for my twelve birthday." For that, everyone went quiet. I looked around, raising my eyebrow. "What?"
"Your dad gave you a gun when you were twelve?" Lori asked, concern in her voice.
"Well, it comes in handy nowadays, does it?"
"You said you and your dad come here often to camp?" Dale asked while we all sat down around the campfire, the heat felt nice on my skin. A lifted my gaze from the fire toward Dale.
"Yeah, we came here for hunting every now and then. We were separated when this shit happened, so I thought it was not a bad idea to come here, maybe run into my family. What about ya guys? Ya all came from Atlanta?"
"Most of us yes, or on the road when they bombed the city." Lori said, and I nodded.
"I was in the forest, but I saw the bombing too. It scared away my game." I huffed, still annoyed with the memory. Some smiled at my statement, and my lip twitched upward a little too.
"What about your mum?" Carl asked, and his mother hissed.
"Carl, it's rude to ask something like that."
"Nah, it's cool." I shrugged my shoulder. "My mom left me when I was born, my dad raised me. When I was older, I went to see her, but she had a husband and new kids, and says she doesn't want anything to do with me. My old man can be an asshole sometimes, but he has a soft spot for those he loves."
"So it was just the two of you?" Amy asked, and I smiled.
"My uncle helped my dad a lot, he's more like a brother to me." Amy leaned closer to Andrea, resting her head on her sister's shoulder, and I felt a pang of sadness.
"I lost my dad too, he was a cop and get shot before this. So it's just my mum, me, and Sahne now." Carl must see the sadness on my face, and I hated to be this vulnerable.
"My dad is alive, the toughest son of a bitch I know." Carl's smile faded a little, but I don't care. I needed the believe that my family is still alive. After that, everyone started talking about something else, and I left to do my tent. The others seemed nice, but I liked to be on my own, but still, having people to watch my back doesn't sound too bad.
<~~~~~~>
In the morning, I was up a little later than usual, maybe because I don't have to look behind my shoulders all the time for walkers.
"Hey, you up? Wanna come with us to the lake? We doing laundry." Amy asked, nodding toward the other women in camp. I grimaced, patting my gun."
"Nah, I'm going hunting, see if I can catch something."
"All alone?" Lori asked, and I just smirked.
"Doing laundry it's not my thing, ladies." I laughed seeing their faces, and I went on my own, toward the forest.
It was late afternoon when I came back, five squirrels on my shoulder, and three rabbits on the other. The others were around the fire, so I joined them, sitting down on a log which was a little further than the others. I started gutting and skinning the first rabbit.
"Well, she was not kidding, when she said she can hunt." Glenn said, and I looked up, a little smirk on my face.
"I was not bullshitting." I wiped the back of my hand on my jeans and keep continuing. The smell of grilled rabbit filled the air, and my stomach started to growl. "Man, I can't wait to eat something."
"We offered to you can eat some canned food, but you said you rather starve."
"It was worth the waiting, look at that, all fresh and tasty." Soon I was munching on my rabbit, the other two still roasting. I offered it to the others, Amy just grimaced, her loss, but Glenn and Dale have taken the opportunity to eat something that is not canned bean or god knows what else.
"You know, there are another two hunters in the camp, they went hunting before you showed up." I looked up at Glenn curiously.
"Yeah? Cool, it would be good to go hunting with someone else, not just myself."
"They are assholes. Two rednecks, always keeping their distance from us." My heart stopped for a moment when I looked at Shane. Could it be...?
"Oh yeah, you best keep away from them, the Dixons are assholes." T-Dog kept talking, but my mind was on his last words. Dixons...
"You oke? You paled for a moment." Amy asked with a little concern, and I nodded. Jesus, Hazel, pull yourself together.
"Yeah, I'm just tired, that's all. Good nigh'." I went into my tent, holding my hunting knife in my hand and tracing my finger on the monogram on the knife. H.D. Hazel Dixon. It has to be them. That night I fell asleep with my dad and uncle in my mind.
<~~~~~~>
Two more days went by, and I started to settle in the camp, but my eyes was always on the forest.
"Hey, you are quieter than usual." It was Glenn, and I shrugged my shoulder.
"I'm like be alone."
"Not always, you can be really loud, always telling some stories by the fire." I chuckled a little at Glenn's words.
"Yeah, well, my dad never can shut up, guess I took after him a little." I wiped my hands on my jeans, it was already bloody, so who care.
"You are different, I mean, you are close to Amy in age, but you're... tougher. You can hunt, you don't mind being dirty or bloody, like you were built for this new world."
"Maybe, maybe not. I just grow up like this, we were sometimes low on money, and well... my dad is not a saint. But we were there for each other, and maybe I don't grow up in some fancy house like Amy or Andrea, but I has a good childhood. And I can fend for myself, because my pa taught me how."
"I don't mean as an offense! It's cool, I mean, you are cool, Hazel." Glenn was sometimes so awkward and shy, but he was sweet, so I grinned, patting his shoulder.
"Take a breath, chinaman, I know what ya mean."
"I'm Korean, but you know this."
"Yup."
"You can be so annoying."
"I know." Glenn just shake his head, and I laughed. I loved messing with him, or with the others. Lori came over to me, so I looked at her waiting for what she wants.
"You don't want to join the other kids? Jacqui and me teaching them."
"Sorry to disappoint, but I almost finished high school, 'm a little old for stuff like that, Lori." I said with an amused smile and Lori just sighed.
"I know, but you are always on your own, I'm just worried."
"I was on my own before, you don't need to worr..." We were interrupted by Shane.
"Great, the Dixons are back." He said sarcastically, and I needed to bit my lip before I say something I shouldn't. When I heard an all too familiar voice, I know it was him. He just get back, but he was already arguing with someone, I think with T-Dog.
My heart beat very fast and I closed my eyes for a moment, then open them and spun around. There it was, my dad and uncle, both of them carrying a deer on their own.
"Dad!" I shouted, and everyone looked at me, including my dad.
"Son of a bitch, Hazel?" My dad's eyes widened, and my uncle looked in my direction too. I started running, almost tipping my dad when I hugged him. He immediately hugged me back, stroking my hair.
"Dad...." A sob escaped my throat, and my chuckled.
"C'mon, baby girl, don't get all soft on me." I know he was not serious, he always said this to me when I was crying. He hugged me tighter, kissing my head, then I pulled back a little, and looked at my uncle.
"Daryl."
"C'mere." I let go of my dad, just to be hugged by Daryl. He hated hugging, but he never hated to hug me. "Jesus, we looked for ya everywhere, Haze!"
"I looked for you guys too." Daryl let go of me, then dad took my hands, eyeing the blood on them.
"It's yer blood?" I shake my head.
"Nah, I skinned a rabbit earlier." At that, my dad started grinning, ruffling my hair.
"That's ma' girl."
"I missed ya and Daryl." I hugged him again, burying my face into his chest. I felt like a little girl, but I don't felt this safe in weeks, like right now with my dad.
"I missed ya too, Haze."
"You are a Dixon? No way." I glanced at Glenn, but I didn't pull away completely from my dad. The others were dumbfounded, and my pa was the first who spoke in a rather irritated tone.
"She's ma' girl, Chinaman, ya have a problem with that?"
"No!" I started laughing. My dad can be rather intimidating, but also my uncle, or me if I have to be, or when I lost my shit. Maybe it's in the Dixon bloodline.
"You not exactly a father type, Dixon." Andrea said, and I glared at her. That woman was annoying, so classy... pff. At least her sister Amy was more likable. I liked her, on my first day here she said she loved mermaids and stuff like that. I told her I love things like that too, especially dragons. My dad always mocked me about it, but he always brought dragon figures to me, or things like that when he found something. Even if we were low on money.
"None of yer business, sugartits." I snorted hearing the nickname what my dad picked for Andrea. He turned back to me, still grinning seeing I was amused rather than upset.
"C'mon, lil sister, ya can help us with the deers, and tell us what happened with ya."
"Yeah, we were looking for ya at the school, and our hunting spots, but you were nowhere."
"We started coming back from that stupid school trip earlier, but some kid was infected. It was a mess, but my knife was with me, so I managed to go back home, but nobody was there. The truck was gone, and yer bike too. That was how I knew you and Daryl were alive. I took some clothes, my gun, some ammo, and go further from the city. I saw the bombing, so I kept low, staying in the forest. A couple of days ago my old camping spot was overrun by a herd and I thought maybe the quarry was still oke, good place to stay a little. Guess I was not the only one."
" 'm sorry, baby girl." Dad said, and Daryl put a hand on my shoulder, smirking.
"Yer dad was a mess, almost crashed his bike trying to get to the school faster to find you."
"Yeah? Who's getting soft now, dad?" I said while grinning, and he just scoffed.
"Shut up ya two. I ain't gettin' soft."
"Of course not, I love ya to." He rolled his eyes, then he lift up one of the deer, and went toward their tent. Daryl and I followed him, and we started working on the deers they brought. We discussed what happened to us in the past few weeks. It was nice. A couple of hours later I started to take down my tent, I wanted the move it closer to my dad and uncle's tent.
"Why are you taking down your tent?" I glanced at Lori.
"I'm moving it closer to my dad's tent."
"Everyone was shocked that Merle is your dad. You never said you are a Dixon too, and we said rude things about them..." I just shake my head.
"It's oke, Lori. I know how my dad can be sometimes. But he's not a bad father, so stop worrying. He's not Ed. My grandfather was a drunk bastard, beat his wife and sons." We all know that Carol's husband, Ed beat his wife, and I know it was easy to assume the same about my dad. I looked away. "My dad can be an asshole, but he never put a hand on a woman."
"I didn't know." Lori don't said anything else, and my dad showed up, and take my tent from me.
"I have this. Go and get your other stuff."
"Thanks. Hey, I didn't find my crossbow at home, ya take it with you?"
"Yeah, I thought ya want it, so we brought it." He said with an amused grin, and a happy squeak left my mouth. I kissed his cheek.
"Thanks dad!" I saw the corner of my eyes Lori smiling, and went on her own business, leaving us alone. Dad helped to put up my tent again next to theirs, but I grabbed his wrist. "Hey, dad? Can I sleep with ya and Daryl tonight?"
"Yeah. I ain't going nowhere, baby girl."
"I know." And just like before when we were camping, dad started telling stories, and Daryl always corrected him, because dad liked to exaggerate. When he started to snore, we looked at each other at Daryl, and burst out laughing, trying to muffle our voices, but then his face went serious.
"We missed ya, Haze. You make him a better man, a better brother."
"He's not a bad man, neither are you. We are a family, Dare, we need to stuck together, and keep an eye on each other." I glanced at my dad, and grinned." Well, maybe he needs a little more supervising than us."
"Oh, I wanna watch when ya say that to his face."
"Ya wish. Good nigh', Dare."
"Night', Haze."
Hazel's story originally a one-shot, so it's completed, but who knows, maybe I write more about Hazel's and her family's adventures in the future.
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The horizon of Dawn - a walking dead universe fanfic - part 1: the edge of time
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part 2 part 3 part 4 ( links to come)
summary: Every day since the end of the world as we know it, Dawn watches the sun set on the horizon, and the moon rises like an ancient goddess watching her from above. Accustomed to the silence of solitude, she suddenly finds herself tangled up with a group of survivors. And the great scheme of things is disturbed.
Beginning at the quarry, before Rick is found by Glenn. Merle finds Dawn snooping around their camp and brings her to the others. What will they do? Will they trust her? Everything changes, but is it for the better?
reposting this fanfic because i think i mainly posted it on AO3, btw here's the link if you prefer to read there.
Dawn stumbled on some hidden roots as she walked in the forest, careful not to make too much noise. Who knows what lies in this forest..
A branch suddenly snapped a little farther ahead and she immediately scooted down, hiding behind some bushes. Voices erupted from nearby and a rustle of leaves being stomped on came to Dawn’s ears. Someone, possibly multiple people, were somewhere near and the thought alone made her stomach turn into a tight knot. People.. alive..
Frankly she didn’t know what to think nor do. She stood frozen in place, listening to the voices and sounds. She heard laughter and yelling. Those people weren’t really discreet, they could attract any geeks roaming around.
Put up a giant sign that says “eat me!” that’ll be the same.
Letting a soft sigh escape her lips, Dawn stood up slowly and scanned the area, searching for any signs of a human presence near her, when the shuffling of leaves started again. This time Dawn located where the sound seemed to come from. After a few seconds the young woman started walking slowly, as silently as she could, and soon enough she could make out the outline of a camp. a camp! From her hiding spot she could see a few tents and people. A woman was skinning fishes and another one was putting the laundry to dry. Rising against the trunk of a tree Dawn tiptoed to see further and noticed a lot of cars and a man on the roof of an old looking RV. He had a rifle by his side and looked toward the only road leading to and out of the quarry.
Some kids were running around, laughing and playing with toys. A man was carrying an ax and another one dry branches– presumably to make a fire later in the evening.
Dawn left her spot for another, nearer the tent and the woman preparing the fishes. She was talking to someone else and they were laughing.
Who are they? Why are they laughing like nothing ever happened? The world went to shit and they are just camping like a big friend group would.
Getting a little bit closer, she listened in to the conversation, hoping to learn something about this group.
Maybe they have food.. that thought made her stomach growl and she stopped moving, hoping the women didn’t hear it. She waited a little but they didn’t move so she changed her position again, walking along the edge of the camp, hiding behind tents and running bent down when she had nothing to cover her but bushes.
What Dawn didn’t realize was that someone was also watching her.
Merle was silently standing a few meters away hidden by low branches and bushes, his hands in his pockets, as he was watching someone going around their camp. When he first spotted the silhouette behind the trees he’d thought it was another geek, but then he noticed how the shadow had moved, from trees to bushes, careful not to step on crunchy leaves and to stay low. He thought that whoever was that person, they were used to walking silently even before the world went to shit, or they were smart enough to understand the basics of surviving.
Not like those jackasses we’re stuck with, a scowl appeared on his face at the thought.
At the beginning, he and his little brother Daryl had decided to follow the train of cars leaving the main road because they were heading in the opposite direction– not going for Fort Benning. They quickly drove on a dust road and arrived at the quarry and the brothers had thought it would indeed be smart to find a place to stay for a few days instead of being stuck on the road with all those things roaming the area.
But now, weeks had passed and they weren’t so sure of what to do anymore. Should they leave the group and try to survive by themselves, or should they stay? Merle couldn't bring himself to make a decision and Daryl didn’t seem much interested in leaving. A few nights ago they’d just talked about it and he had said to his big brother what’s the point o’ leavin’? Merle opened his mouth to retort something but felt silent, short on words. He didn’t know what to do so they silently agreed on staying until something happened, maybe an opportunity presenting itself or whatever.
A soft noise of leaves being moved brought the man back to the present, and his blue eyes moved frantically when he noticed the silhouette was gone. But he quickly remained calm as he spotted the person a little more on his left, peeking through the tents. Probably planning on stealing our stuff. His jaw tenses.
Quickly, he moved silently through the forest and came behind the silhouette as if hunting his next dinner. A sweet little deer would be perfect. Grabbing the person by the upper arm, he tossed them around and without giving a damn whether or not he was hurting them, he dragged them toward camp. “Look what i found!” he yelled at the others. The stranger immediately started to wiggle, trying to break free from his rude grasp but they were so close to the camp she didn’t have the time to throw a kick his way that he threw her to the ground heavily. The gravel hitting her sweaty palms, she quickly got up in a small cloud of dust, eying her surroundings expectantly.
Here under the hard sun of the early afternoon he could see the person more clearly. It was a young woman, probably in her early twenties, shoulder length hair the color of hazelnuts. Her eyes were scanning the people slowly gathering around her, jaw tight and twitching. They were whispering things and it made her feel uneasy, he saw her fingers move near her leg, as if they were itching. itching to grab somethin’ to defend herself, he scoffed to himself. Her gaze met his and it was defiant. Merle could see different emotions passing in her eyes, she was trying to suppress them, to control them. Anger, disorientation, fear.
He detailed her from head to toes; the hunting knife hung at her belt, her cargo pants, dirty hiking shoes and flannel button-down shirt. She was ready for the apocalypse, he thought and a smug smile appeared on his lips. She looked like the type of person who’s always ready for whatever comes their way.
This should be fun.
The women and men of the camp gathered around the stranger and were doing just like him; detailing her, watching every little detail about her. Her dirty face and hair, long nails untrimmed since a long time were dirty and bloody, some were broken or bite down. Multiple cuts on her fingers and hands had left soft scars on the flesh, and on her right arm he saw weird black lines running from her middle finger to hide beneath her sleeves. That detail picked his curiosity particularly.
Shit-head-Shane, like he called him in his mind, came closer than the rest of the crowd and held out a gun. S’he gonna shoot the deer?
“What the hell’s goin’ on?”
“Found ‘er snoopin’ around yer tents.”
Shane threw a weird look toward Merle, exhaling sharply as if the sound of his voice was enough to draw the worst in him. Shane opened his mouth, wanting to ask him what he was doing alone in the forest but he kept his mouth shut for once. He had to deal with something new.
“And you are?” His eyes were now fixated on hers, dark like charcoal and his brow furrowed. She didn’t speak, didn’t even open her mouth.
Shane’s patience was thin, Merle knew it. She’d better start talking or she’d end up with a bullet in her pretty head.
“Hey! I asked you something!” He took a step closer and moved the gun toward her head, almost yelling. Everybody watched as she swallowed hard, thinking.
“Name’s Dawn.”
“Dawn, okay. Well, what were you doin’? Planning on takin’ our food?”
“No.”
Her brow was furrowed as if she was telling the truth but Merle wasn’t a fool. What a girl, alone in the forest, good as sneaking around, would do close to their camp if not steal their food or anything useful to her? Maybe she even had a settlement with people waiting for her. But it seemed odd as Daryl and him had spent the last weeks hunting in the forest, they never saw anyone, not even the smoke of a campfire.
“What were you doing? I’m not gonna ask this a third time.” Shane’s tone was low and sounded like thunder. He seemed so angry, so on edge, Merle thought he’d shoot the poor thing right here right now, in front of the others, with the children watching in horror.
The girl– Dawn, took a look around her. She observed the people gathered in a large circle far from her but not too much. They were scared but still wanted to witness what would happen, they wanted a show, drama to unfold. Life at the quarry was becoming too dull and boring now that they were all settled in a little routine.
Her chest rose and fell heavily, as though she was out of breath. And maybe she was from trying to get free from Merle’s grasp. Maybe she was scared. But a second and a blink later, she became an entire new person, as calm as the surface of a lake. She rose to her full height, scanning the crowd once more, her breathing became more regular and calm.
“I was walking when i heard noises so i went to check it out.” her tone was flat, not pleading, not asking. Almost confident. Almost.
Shane let out a small laugh. hu-hu, mister shit-head is making fun of the new chick, that ain’t good.
“Why would you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You playin’ stupid on me?” Shane shook the gun, cocking his head to one side.
She didn’t answer, it was almost defiantly. Truly she didn’t even have an answer. Anything she would or could say would be for nothing as they would find something weird about it. As if during a zombie apocalypse a young woman traveling alone was the most bizarre thing.
Her gaze dropped to her dirt covered shoes, her hands hidden along her pants and too big shirt, making fists like she was trying to hold herself together.
“Don’t know,” she trailed off, looking up at Shane, eyes watery. “I was just alone when it all went to shit and..” She drew in a shaky breath, becoming another person again, Merle furrowed his brow in confusion. “And i didn’t know where to go.” She glanced at the crowd surrounding her like she was an actress on stage checking her audience, making sure everyone was listening. “Figured the woods would be safe enough for a few weeks.”
Merle noticed how everybody shifted from one foot to the other, crossing their arms or putting their hands in their pockets. Nobody knew what to do, and nobody wanted to deal with the situation if they were being honest. But they enjoyed the distraction. So did he.
***
When a big man walked up to her, Dawn didn’t know how she should play it so she started getting a hold of herself ; getting up to her full height, calm and unreadable face, arms on each side of her body. But she saw how the man talking to her felt more uncomfortable by her stance and attitude. So she shifted back to the scared young girl, maybe with a hint of naivety on her face. Eyes open big and watery, brow furrowed, mouth shut tight as though she was trying not to piss herself or burst into tears. She hoped her little character would convince them she didn’t mean any harm. Truly she was just alone in those woods when she heard the noises. But why would they believe her? why would hey believe anything i have to say?
The first to speak from the crowd of survivors was a woman. Short gray hair and worry written all over her face, she was clutching a little girl’s hand.
“Shane, i think you’re scaring her.” Her voice was soft and calm, almost a whisper.
So the big man’s name was Shane, okay, Dawn took notes mentaly.
“She’s just a lost girl, have a little sympathy.” And at that the short haired woman took a few steps until she was close to Dawn. So close she thought she was going to embrace her in a hug. The little girl stayed behind clutching her dirty teddy bear, eyes wild open.
“Carol.” Shane’s voice sounded like a warning but an old man stepped in. He had a hat and a sniper-rifle, Dawn recalled seeing him on the RV’s roof.
“Hey.” He offered her a warm smile and for no reason it made Dawn feel a little less scared. Because she was really scared, she just didn’t want to show it in the first place. She’d learned that, in life, showing weakness to the wrong person could end badly, so she always pulled on a stern face, trying to appear tough and hard.
The old man took off his hat, put it in the hand holding the rifle and held his now free hand out to Dawn. Was she supposed to shake it? Like everything was normal and this was just an encounter like they would’ve had before?
She shook it nonetheless. Her sweaty palm felt small and weak in his warm one. He smiled again and Dawn sniffed back tears, nodding slightly at him.
“Dale what the hell you doin’?” Shane had dropped his gun, but still held it firmly as if the newcomer would suddenly turn into one of those things and aggressively start eating whoever came too close.
“Welcoming a lost young girl by making her feel not scared, Shane.” The old man– Dale, threw a scowl at Shane. He insisted on each word, trying to put some sense into Shane’s head.
“He’s right,” another woman said, taking a step forward. She had long brown hair, curly from the humidity that stung in the air of the quarry. A little boy was clutching her tight.
Shane’s shoulders seemed to drop as his face distorted into something between laugh and incredulity.
“Lori–”
“No, Shane! Damn it! Look at her and tell me she looks seriously threatening to you?”
Dawn took it at her clue to look as scared and inoffensive as she could, and when Shane turned his head toward her she tried to muster some tears to make her appear even more frightened. He huffed in exasperation, not very convinced but turned on the safety of his gun and put it back in his holster at his waist.
Dawn took a good look at that scary man; he was wearing military boots and his pants and t-shirt looked awfully like some cop’s uniform. So he’s a cop, uh.
The young woman was trying to register as much information as she could while still appearing harmless. She hoped no one had seen her knife at her belt, even though she could easily make them believe she didn’t know how to use it. I’m not dangerous, she wanted to tell them, but was it true? Was she really as nice as she tried to appear?
Dale, placed a hand on her shoulder and started to walk her to the RV, the crowd started to dissipate as the show was ending. Carol and Lori followed them inside the vehicle.
***
After Dale took the new girl to the RV for whatever chit-chat he, Lori and Carol wanted to have, the rest of the crowd disappeared, everyone going back to their chores or whatever they were doing before. But as he stood in place, he saw the worried looks on some faces and the curiosity on some others, glancing toward the RV from time to time. Would they welcome her into the group or send her on her way? Or something else? He didn’t want to stand right there like an idiot but he was curious as to what kind of conversation the four of them were having.
Before even taking a step toward the RV, he saw in the corner of his eye the way Shane looked at him. That ain’t good. Merle spat on the floor.
Shit-face-Shane walked over to where Merle was still standing, his arms on his hips like he was the high commander of the quarry and the others his little obedient soldiers.
“How’d you find her?” It was a simple question but Merle found great pleasure in playing around with the cop.
He just shrugged and put on his best “go fuck yourself” kinda smile.
“Merle.”
“What?” Merle tried to seem surprised like a child caught with his hand in the candy jar, but he was more annoyed than anything. “ ‘was just walkin’ back to camp when i saw someone snoopin’ aroun’.” Shane didn’t know what to say, he was just angry and frustrated and needed to unleash his emotions on someone, and what better someone than Merle Dixon, the outcast of the group, uh?
“What now? You’d have preferred me to shoot ‘er before bringin’ her lifeless to camp?” He threw his arm open in a grant gesture and walked away before Shane could say anything back. If he stayed one more second in his presence he’d have his brain splattered all over the place in the blink of an eye.
After a long time in the RV, and a curious Andrea eavesdropping from the small window on the roof while she was on duty keeping watch, the three members of the group and the newcomer went out. Dawn was the last one to get out, her plaid shirt in one hand and her backpack in the other. The man noticed the black lines on her right arm he saw a few moments earlier, it was running along her arm from the fingers and was hidden by her t-shirt's short sleeves. From afar he couldn’t tell what it was supposed to look like.
curious.
Carol got back to her daughter and husband but Lori and Dale walked the young woman to Shane. They spoke a little and like a defeated man, Shane held up his hands in a surrounding motion. He then gestured toward the trunk of his truck and gave the girl a sleeping bag.
Her backpack wasn’t big and Merle couldn’t see any tent or camping materials. She’d have to sleep with the sky as only roof, but if she survived in the forest all this time without a tent nor a sleeping bag, he guessed she’d be just fine. Hell, who’s she?
That evening, the brown haired woman sat with the others around the campfire, eating one of the squirrels Daryl had brought back from his hunt. The man wasn’t there when Merle had discovered the woman so he had a curious look on his face upon seeing a stranger at their camp. His older brother vaguely told him the story.
She was now silently sitting between Dale and Glenn, staring at the embers in the foyer while eating her share with appetite. Obviously the young man had sympathized with her, they were about the same age and she probably felt less anxious with him. He was easy to be around, but even if she smiled shyly when he talked to her, she seemed more comfortable in the silence. When nobody seemed to notice her presence.
Shane didn’t took his eyes off of her, as if he could read her very deep secrets just by staring at her.
The others also noticed how hungry she seemed to be, and when the sweet Amy gave her half of her own share, she looked up at her in surprise. Merle knew that look. Afraid someone might snatch the plate away from her.
It seemed like no one wanted to go to sleep after dinner; beers were being opened and some people started asking questions to Dawn.
How is it being on your own? How did you survive the outbreak? Why didn’t you leave for Fort Benning like everyone else? Where is your family?
She started to shut off at that last question, which led a very thoughtful Glenn to ask other questions about her past, before telling her a bit about his.
“I was a delivery guy. What about you?” he gave her a weak smile, trying to be comforting maybe.
But she hesitated.
“Nothing special,” she let her sentence in suspens, shrugging.
An awkward silence fell onto the small circle of survivors, some of them sipping on their warm beers– no more cooler in the apocalypse.
They talked a bit more but she seemed exhausted like the rest of them, so one by one they started to head toward their tents. Dawn settled her sleeping back next to the fireplace.
***
The next few days went by pretty simply; Dawn took part at the activity around camp, helping with the laundry, collecting woods and helping preparing the food. But Shane made it a clear point that she wasn’t allowed anywhere near the kids nor in the forest without surveillance. She wasn’t allowed any weapons, so she had to, reluctantly, give her knife to the cop– he eyed her suspiciously when he saw the hunting sharp blade and almost made a comment, but decided against it.
She slept in the open air, under the stars and she liked it, even though it could get a bit chilly at times when the embers of the small fire wouldn’t last long.
She felt a bit like an outcast even if people would smile at her, they would still throw side-glance her way and whisper in her back. Thankfully some women tried to make her feel more at ease, usually by talking, they would laugh and have some good time.
Still, Dawn felt weird. Sure the people were nice, nicer she could have hoped and Glenn and Amy were about her age so she mostly spent her time with them. The other women were good people as well, Carol was really nice and gentle, Andrea was honest and straightforward, Jacqui was a sweetheart too; they all were really nice to Dawn. It was something she wasn’t used to and didn’t really know how to deal with. Usually she was by herself, not talking much to people or interacting with strangers, so everything was new for the young woman.
She didn’t have much friends before, and certainly won’t make a lot of friends now that the vast majority of humans had turned into eating-flesh monsters. She hoped this group would grow to like her more, and vice versa. She really wanted it to work, now that she had a taste at living in a small community fighting together against the rest of the world. It seemed surreal.
Eventually those people would abandon or reject her, and she would feel worse than she already felt. And maybe she won’t even survive this time. She tried her best to cast the dark thoughts out of her mind, and it was easier when she had something to do. It was easier when she was not alone with herself, alone with her thoughts running and running like mad dogs in her head. So, everyday since she arrived at camp, she watched as the sun would set on the quarry and how life would become quieter. It seemed everything became calmer and safer at the end of the day. But she wasn’t a fool, she knew what it meant when the sun would start his race toward the horizon to hide and let the moon rise.
She knew it meant she would soon enough be alone in her sleeping bag, staring at the stars silently while her mind would play tricks on her. Sometimes a single tear would escape but she’d quickly sniffle and whip it away, closing her eyes she’d try to think about other things and eventually fall asleep.
And the next day would be the same.
any comments or recommendations/thoughts on this first part is welcome! or if you have some ideas on where the story should go, let me know!
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one rule | the walking dead
[ rick grimes x original female character! ]
there's only one rule in the new world… survive.
In which best friends Daphne Ayala and Glenn Rhee form a ring of survivors that would pave the way for the new world.
** This story will eventually have a Rick Grimes romance (SLOW BURN) but focuses on Daphne's story after the fall. It may deviate from the events of the tv show and at times won't follow a specific script or season. There will be switching POVs (Characters/1st/3rd Person).
chapters!
prologue —
in the present time, rick grimes experiences what hell on earth truly is.
chapter one ; partners —
unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.
chapter two ; the evacuation —
the statewide evacuation is underway and it goes terribly wrong terribly fast. daphne and glenn undergo an impromptu rescue mission and soon their group of two becomes a group of 5.
chapter three ; the group —
it's been a month since the complete collapse of civilization. when daphne and glenn realize this is their new way of life, they begin to strategize the best ways of survival. along with the new members of the group, they fall into a steady routine, until a one-sided fight breaks out and everything is knocked out of order.
chapter four ; the idiot in the tank —
a supply run goes wrong and daphne finds herself reunited with an old acquaintance. old feelings unwillingly resurface but she forgets one big glaring problem back at camp.
chapter five ; maneater --
glenn and rick try out a new technique in order to survive and reunite with the rest of the group. back at camp, daphne and shane reach an understanding.
chapter six ; love rectangle —
rick confides in daphne for reasons unknown to her. as she offers him counsel, daphne is also grappling with conflicting feelings of her own.
chapter seven ; chef boyardee —
the plan goes wrong. daphne and glenn find themselves in a precarious situation but at least they have each other, right?
extras;
rick’s pov (chapter six)
Important Character Info:
Daphne Ayala. She's a 23-year-old Latina woman who's working towards becoming a detective (hopefully for the FBI or some higher agency one day). As part of her training, she has to complete a few years of service in whatever local police department has an opening. You can see where this is going right? Her best friend is Glenn Rhee, with whom she shares an apartment with, and they're practically attached at the hip.
Rick Grimes has been aged down a bit though his actual age was never mentioned in the show. I imagine he's around 29, nearing 30 at the beginning of season 1. That would make Carl 9 years old (rather than 12 as he was in the show).
Hello AO3/Tumblr! I write under the pseudonym, Elle (She/Her)! I'm a Caribbean, South American brown writer who loves wayyy too many universes/fandoms lol. Current hyperfixation-- you guessed it: The Walking Dead. I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to comment anything that comes to mind while reading. I absolutely love reading what you all have to say (I have previously written for Wattpad and Tumblr).
ORIGINALLY TITLED THE TRAIL OF ANNIHILATION
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five hundred sixteen days gone
The worn off denim did nothing to protect the woman's knees from the sand and small stones that made the gravel adorning the forest's ground, not even shifting her weight from one knee to another would ease the pain of her skin fighting not to break. Although all the stinging on her skin and burning on her muscles was nothing compared to the fear and uncertainty that surrounded the clearing.
Everything was... Perfectly set for this exact moment. Almost as if they had taken their time preparing this area for this. The woman could imagine the bald man with the thick mustache cutting down trees that morning, meanwhile the blond man with the burnt face cleaned everything off as well as he planned how to lure the group to this location. Then one of them had to tell the rest of their friends about the place and the time to meet up, and they had to decide the formation of all their vehicles and the armed men.
If that had been the case, they did a good job. The scene was, in fact, quite... Intimidating.
The group of survivors, sinners of innocence and naivety, were on their knees, forming half a circle in front of the motorhome that Eugene had been driving just minutes ago. There were also a couple of cars and other vehicles on the sides, their headlights dazzling the survivors and their engines loud in contrast to the silence of the night.
Behind them stood the army of men and women that called themselves the Saviours, each of them holding a firearm if not two. In front of them there were only three men: the bald man with a distinctive mustache, the blond dude with a burnt face, and... The man. The boss. The leader. Negan himself.
He looked just like Sierra had imagined him: disgustingly smug. He wore dark pants, with a leather belt hanging way too low to be comfortable. It was a cold night, so he also wore a leather jacket with a red scarf around his neck. All of this paired up with leather boots and his weapon of choice: a baseball bat.
This bat, whose name was Lucille (as the man had introduced her), had barbed wire around the top of it, which seemed kind of useless against the undead but was incredibly painful for the living.
Eenie...
After introducing himself and the bat, the man explained the reason why they decided to meet up on this beautiful starry night. He paced from one end of the line of survivors to the other, swinging his bat around as he talked and talked and talked...
The survivors were sweating, the bravest ones looking around frantically to find a way to get out of this situation, but the man did not even let them finish a thought as he laughed loudly or got too close to someone with Lucille.
Meenie...
It was nauseating how free and careless he was, walking around as he sang this stupid little song for kids. Even though he was intimidating, Sierra truly questioned if the man was capable of killing one of them randomly. Deep down she thought this was just his little show, that his random pick was going to be a core member of the group: Rick, Daryl, Michonne, or even herself, she thought. There was also the possibility that Negan only wanted to weaken the leader by killing someone close to him: Carl or Michonne.
Would he really pick someone randomly?
Miney...
Sierra wanted to think a human would not be able to murder someone in cold blood, without a true motive. There was a motive, denying it would be straight up lying, but there were a fair amount of people in this line up that did not participate in said killing.
Questioning human behavior in the context of a literal zombie apocalypse was somewhat difficult if they were trying not to be hypocrites too, so maybe he was going to do as he said. Maybe, as he sang and as he pointed randomly at different survivors he was truly picking someone to kill. Maybe, for him this was just a game.
Mo...
The wielder of the named bat stood in front of Carl, causing everyone to cringe at the thought of the teenager becoming this psychopath's victim. But they were able to breathe again as the man continued his game – ironically, considering that if Carl was not the one tagged then the odds of being of them just rose.
Catch...
Rosita.
A tiger...
Rick.
By...
Eugene.
His toe...
Daryl.
My mother...
Michonne.
Told me...
Glenn.
To pick...
Aaron.
The very best one...
Maggie.
And you're...
Sierra. Negan left his bat staring at the blonde for a few more seconds than anybody else before her, he even bent down to stare right at her, taking in the hateful look the woman was giving him. Without breaking eye contact, the man smirked, winked at her and took blind aim with his bat as he sketched the last word of his song: it.
Abraham.
"Anybody moves, anybody says anything..." the man started speaking with a smirk on his face after he looked at who Lucille had chosen, slowly and almost teasingly walking away from the blonde woman to face his victim "Cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start"
The bravery and strength with which Abraham presented himself to his soon-to-be murderer was highly admirable. The red-haired man refused to be submissive to the man's inflated ego, he could not forgive himself if his actions fed that man's grotesque and disgusting attitude. Much to Abraham's dismay, this façade only made Negan both flattered and challenged, making him want to prove what he could be able to do. To prove how much of a cold-blooded killer he could be. How much he truly did not care about their lives and only about what they could do for him.
"You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry..." the man chuckled, firmly gripping his beloved bat and lifting it up slowly "Hell, you're all gonna be doing that"
Abraham was standing straight, subtly giving his most recent lover the hand signal they had translated to "I love you" as she silently broke down before everyone. On the opposite side, his ex-girlfriend could not even watch the scene. Watching the man she had learnt to love standing tall on his knees, keeping eye contact with the monster that was about to end his life. Not everyone was able to watch, it was not only Rosita (his former partner) that looked away into the distance as tears streamed down her face. Others, who were not as close to Abraham as Sasha (his lover) was, also dared to watch as Negan cruelly attacked the man.
Gasps, sobs, cries... Those were the noises that took over the crickets as the bat was smashed against Abraham's skull. The echo of the hit was painful, you could almost hear the metal spikes digging into his skin, the blood gushing down his face, Abraham's incoherent mumbles as he tried to speak his last words: "Suck... My... Nuts"
Negan laughed at him before hitting him again, this time harder and leaving him on the ground. He even taunted him, repeating his last words as he looked to his followers to further enjoy his mockery of the victim. He hit him again, and again, and again, and again... He fully raged at the corpse, letting all his anger out on the innocent man's man until his red hair was too faded with the blood to point it out. In Negan's head, this was his revenge for all the Saviors Rick's group had murdered.
If the roles had been reversed, Sierra would not have considered this enough of a punishment. But her perspective of the situation could not let her think too much about it, at least rationally. Her mind was occupied by the little drops of blood that had fallen on Rosita's face, or how Sasha just had to witness the death of her lover very much like she had to a few years ago (without all the cruelty, surely).
The violence and helplessness surrounding the scene were too overwhelming for the woman to be able to have any other thoughts that did not involve wishing for Negan's death or planning how to murder him and his entire group. It was not only overwhelming for her, but also for everyone and everything around her. It was visible, palpable... So noticeable that not even the undead (or walkers, as Sierra had grown accustomed to call them) dared to approach the small clearing in the forest. Not even the walking dead dared to interrupt Negan's moment, his superiority and control over everyone else scarily good as well as incredibly infuriating.
Sierra's stomach was growling in disgust, her breath going faster, her heart pumping what felt like lava in her chest... She bit her tongue, pinched the skin on her wrists to keep herself from fighting back or talking back to him.
"You guys, look at my dirty girl!" the man yelled, showing off his bloody bat and swinging it around in the air – bits and pieces of Abraham's something flying off, until he just pointed the weapon at Rosita, who still could not dare to look at it "Sweetheart... Look at this"
Her eyes were fixated on the red tinted gravel, too shocked to even register tha taunting words of the man responsible for it. Negan enjoyed the state she was in, he watched her and smiled at how miserable she was and how powerful that made him, continuing his tormenting: "Oh, were you together? That sucks!"
Each word that left his mouth was one more log of wood thrown into the fire growing within Sierra. Her chest was growing tighter, her heart pumping faster and her skin getting hotter... Her whole body became a bomb, the clock showing how many seconds until it exploded being each and every word Negan directed towards her friend.
"But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this" he laughed.
Ten seconds. Ten more cruel words is all she needed...
"Red -- and hell, he was, is, and will ever be"
The blonde woman growled in an animalistic way as she jumped off the ground and lunged towards the man, grabbing him by his crimson scarf to hold him in place and punching his face with her other hand. She was fisting the scarf so hard that he did not even move one inch, his neck and jaw taking all the pain and movement. Before she could land another hit, two of his men grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from him, attempting to tackle her to the ground.
Attempting.
Sierra managed to avoid being immobilized by the two Saviours, pushing and punching them until one of them was knocked out by the motorhome and the other one was in a headlock.
She heard Rick calling her name as a warning, while Negan frowned at her in pure and raw anger. He huffed, and she watched. Everyone watched, holding their breaths, as Negan and Sierra stared at each other in a silent war.
"Let him go" a man behind her talked as she felt a crossbow she knew too damn well pressed against the back of her "Or this will be the last thing you do"
She looked briefly towards her found family, all of them scared of what was about to happen to either them or her. It was Carl that slightly nodded to her, letting her know that the best thing she could do right now is listen.
Very slowly, she let go of the man and raised her hands in the air. The man walked away from her, holding his neck in discomfort, meanwhile the man behind her kicked the back of her knee and grabbed her hair to make her look up at Negan.
"Who do you think you are?" he spat angrily at her, almost in a whisper.
"Your worst fucking nightmare" she smirked.
As soon as those words left her mouth, she was hit by the consequences of her own actions. Lucille collided against her cheek with almost superhuman strength, breaking her skin with the force of impact and the barbed wire dragging against her flesh. It was such a strong blow that Sierra fell to her side, barely managing to collect herself with her hands.
"That!" Negan spoke to the rest of the group while pointing at the injured woman with his bat "That is a no-no! That whole thing! Not one bit of that shit flies here!"
His words reverberated against her skull as her heartbeat moved to the bleeding wound on her face, her whole vision turning red and in her ears growing an uncomfortable ringing. Someone close to her, probably the man that threatened her with Daryl's crossbow, dragged his unconscious colleague away from the motorhome – thus leaving a clear path for Sierra to crawl under the vehicle and hide as Negan ranted.
"Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... But I'm a man of my word. I already told you people, first one's free, then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down!"
Sierra was halfway under the motorhome when someone dragged her out by her ankle, exposing her torso and dragging her skin against the gravel. The man turned her around, making her face him as he pointed the crossbow to her head. She blindly tried to cover her face, her hands clumsy as her vision was deprived of focus and other colors beside red, still she was able to see the blond man with a burnt face speaking to her: "Where do you think you're going?"
"Please..." she whispered, struggling to speak as her mouth filled up with her own blood.
"You've got guts, lady" Negan looked down at her, before turning to the blond man "Dwight, load her up, I like her"
The man, now known as Dwight, grabbed the woman by her hair and dragged her towards a black van. She kicked her legs and yelled in pain, in way too much pain to try to put on a façade in front of the Saviors. In a desperate attempt to avoid being taken, she went to grab... Something. Her left hand flew to the floor, trying to grab some kind of anchor that would keep her from being abducted.
But it was the anchor that found her. Glenn's hand went over hers and gave her a reassurance squeeze, too fast to be noticed by anyone else besides them. She knew what it meant. She knew it was a silent promise, an oath to her that she would not be held against her will too long – and he was going to make sure of that.
Dwight threw her in the back of the van rather aggressively, making her whole body ache more (if that was even possible). She used the last bit of her strength to lunge towards him, but her fist was met by the van's doors being closed right in front of her.
"Feisty, just how I like them" she could hear Negan talking to her people, dwelling on his own gain and the group's loss of a great asset "She's mine now, so... Back to it!"
Sierra only managed to hear a loud thud, similar to the sound of Lucille crashing against Abraham's skull, accompanied by gasps and a woman crying out: "No!"
She hit the van's doors in frustration, hearing the suffering of her friends combined with her own physical pain becoming too much for her, until she eventually felt herself give up to the blood loss and overstimulation. Her knees got weaker and she could no longer hold herself up, her stomach growled as her chest heaved, her heart finally relaxing and her face going numb. She brought her hand up to her open wound, feeling the wetness and roughness of blood mixed with gravel against the tips of her fingers – perfect cocktail for an infection, she thought.
Her back was resting against the van's walls, feeling how they vibrated from the noises coming from outside. She tried to fight off the tiredness that overcame her, but her eyelids seemed to have grown independent from her brain's orders. Slowly all the tension left her body as she felt herself weighting more as she let go... Pain and life threatening anemia made her shut her body down to a comatose state, the last words she was able to register from outside echoing through the van's walls:
No exceptions.
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A/N: Hi everyone, so this is my first TWD fan fiction. This will be 18+ so minors DNI. There is cussing in this chapter because it’s Negan. So don’t say I didn’t warn you lol. I didn’t proof read, so if there are any mistakes or if you have any suggestions I’m all ears. This is gonna be interesting. My OC is a close friend of Daryl’s. They are almost inseparable.
The End Of Today
Tylee rode down a leaf covered path, her black and white horses' hooves clicking against the gravel. She held her shotgun close to her hip as she rode, humming to herself softly a song that her mother would sing to her when she brushed the knots out of her hair. “You are my sunshine…my only sunshine..you make me happy, when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.” Tylee sang as they walked until she saw the familiar gates of her home. She smiled to herself as she approached the gates, tilting her head to the side before dismounting her horse. She held the reins in her grasp as she knocked on the metal doors.
She hadn’t been home in months, not since they met the new community called Hilltop. She had left for a while to go search for supplies, when she did leave on big supply runs she was usually gone for months. But she never had someone go with her, she just needed her and her horse. It was easier that way, rather than trying to make sure someone wasn’t getting into trouble. She watched as the metal door slid open slowly. Smiling at Rick who had opened the door and she watched as his brows furrowed and how he tilted his head to the side like he always did.
“Rick.” She greeted as she began to guide her horse inside the community, Rick smiled a ghost of a smile as he closed the gates behind Tylee. “Tylee..I..I thought-” She tilted her head curiously with a small grin on her face as she licked her lips. “That I was dead? C’mon now, Rick..you really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?” She teased with a small grin on her face, biting her lower lip faintly while Rick let out a weak chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck. “Uh..No no..um..I- You’ve just been gone for a while..we were all worried.” Rick answered to which Tylee snickered out softly.
“I’m touched. Hey, where’s Daryl? I wanted to see him.” She spoke softly with a small grin, while Rick cleared his throat for a moment as he stared at her with a heartbroken expression. “Um..I-..Daryl..” He took a deep breath while Tylee’s quickly disappeared as she stared at him with a worried look upon her face. “Rick-..Where’s Dary?” She questioned, her voice shaky and uneven. Rick stared at her with worried eyes before clearing his throat again as he took a deep breath, “It’s..It’s a long story..” Tylee had tears threatening to spill as she spoke through gritted teeth, “Then make it a short story, Rick! Where the fuck is Daryl??” Tylee growled slowly with a small glare, she wasn’t mad at him. She was simply just scared.
Rick swallowed thickly as he took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face stressfully with his own tears threatening to spill. “I-..Do you remember the group that we ran into..a while back? The Hilltop? How they were warning us about..a community- that called themselves The Saviors-” “Yes, Rick! Please-..please just get to the part about Daryl, please..” She spoke just above a whisper as she held onto her horse’s reins tightly, sniffling softly as she wiped her nose. “They took him..” Said Rick as he placed his hands on his hips while looking at her with a troubled expression.
Tylee ran her fingers through her hair as she stared at Rick with furrowed brows, opening her mouth to speak but nothing came out for a moment. She swallowed dryly as a tear ran down her dirt covered cheek as she stared at Rick, she took a deep breath as she shook her head. A whimper escaped her throat as sniffled, “Where-..Where did they take him?” She whispered softly while Rick shook his head, looking down with a distressed expression. “I-..I don’t know..They took him with them..They killed Glenn and Abraham.” His voice broke as he spoke to which Tylee let out a sob, a hand slapping over her mouth as she turned to face her horse.
“Fuck!” Tylee whispered softly as she sniffled, her lower lip trembling as she whimpered softly as she closed her eyes tightly. “Oh my god.” Tylee sniffled as she took a deep breath, trying to ground herself. “Okay, okay…So..So..We just need to find him..Right? We just need to find him..We will find him and- and..it’ll be okay..We’ve been through this type of thing before, right?-” Tylee began to ramble as she began to pace back and forth. Rick frowned as he dropped his head, letting out a shaky breath. Tears of his own escaping as he shook his head quietly. “No. No, Tylee..this isn’t-..there is no way around this..they-..they own Alexandria. Okay? We follow their rules.” Tylee looked at Rick with a look of betrayal as her brows pinched together, her mouth gaped open in shock. “What?” Rick swallowed thickly as he shook his head quietly, “We’ve lost too much..They win, we lose. It’s that simple..We play by their rules and everyone will be safe- but if anyone steps out of line- more people will die, Tylee.” Rick spoke softly while Tylee stared at him with teary eyes, swallowing thickly as she shook her head with a soft whimper.
“I-..I can’t just..What about Daryl?” She questioned, her voice cracking from the pain she was feeling. Rick shrugged his left shoulder as he cleared his throat, “Daryl is fine...he will be fine.” He tried to reassure her but not even he believed it himself. Tylee opened her mouth to speak up only to hear someone else pounding on the gates. Rick stared at Tylee with a look that said, ‘Don’t do anything stupid.’ Before he turned and quietly made his way to the gates, sliding them open to reveal a man with a salt and peppered beard and hair. “Hello, Prick.” Negan greeted with a toothy grin, licking his lips before taking a step into the community as he took in the breath of fresh air. The man looked over his shoulder with a shit eating grin. “Let’s get what we came for and get the hell out of here.”
The men surrounding Negan had begun to march their way inside of Alexandria with guns, while the leader had stayed behind with Rick. “Did you find some more of MY supplies?” The man questioned with a wide grin, one that never seemed to fade. “We got more supplies. Didn’t find much but..” Rick trailed off as he looked behind Negan with a certain look upon his face before his eyes trailed to Tylee. To which Negan’s eyes had followed, an even wider grin spreading across his features. “Who the hell is this? I don’t believe we have met. Prick, are you gonna be rude or are you going to introduce me to this lovely lady?” Negan suggested with a snicker while Rick wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
“That’s Tylee..She left for a supply run a few months ago..” Rick spoke softly, watching as Negan began to approach the woman with a toothy grin. Looking at her horse who had large bags tied to the sides of the saddle. He whistled with an amused expression, tilting his head to the side. “So, I take it you have weapons on you, huh? I know you may not know this, considering you haven’t been here when we arrived..but uh..whatever shit you found while you were out gallivanting, well- it’s ours. The weapons, ours.” Tylee stared at Negan with narrowed eyes, her jaw clenching and shifting as she took a deep breath. She looked past Negan and to Rick who gave a weak nod while keeping his eyes locked on the ground. She took a deep breath before rolling her glazed over eyes as she pulled her shotgun off of her horse's saddle and shoved it into Negan’s hand. As well as her knife that was in her boot, the pistol that was in her hip holster.
Negan snickered out softly with a wide grin as his eyes trailed over her with an amused expression, “Well shit, who the hell shit in your cereal this morning?” Negan teased with a wide grin on his face while Tylee glared up at him with narrowed eyes, shifting her jaw before grabbing her horse by the reins and beginning to guide it to the stables. Negan hummed as he looked back at Rick with a shit eating grin, “Wow. A fireball, eh?” He purred out with a teasing grin on his face. Rick simply didn’t respond. Tylee however, spared a glance back to the men only to see Daryl to which her heart dropped to her stomach. She froze as she stared at Daryl, she knew he had seen her as well. She could tell by the way his hardened eyes had softened. “Daryl..” She whispered softly under her breath as she swallowed thickly, looking down at her boots with teary eyes.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
The End Of Today.
#negan smith#negan smut#rick grimes#daryl dixon#twd daryl#daryl x oc#rick grimes x oc#negan x oc#the walking dead#original female character#18+ minors dni#oc#angst with a happy ending
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