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optimist-pine · 1 month

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Cramps

Summary: Daryl helps soothe you to sleep

Warnings: Menstruation?

Word Count: 551

Era: Between seasons 2 & 3, on the move

It didn't take much conscious effort to pick up on the girls' cycles. When you spend every waking (and non-waking) moment with the same ten people for multiple months, you learn more than a few things. Like how Beth has Maggie to take care of her, and Maggie has Glenn, and Lori, well, she's not in that boat currently of course. But you don't have anyone to fall back on, although, he's sure if you asked Carol she'd be more than willing. Instead, you just dealt and powered through and the others might not even notice except for how quiet you'd get.

Until tonight.

He hasn't let sleep claim him, though soft snores fill the room, mingling with the moonlight. Yours has yet to join, in its place, a frustrated huff slips out as you turn over again. It's the third time. Not that he's counting... He hadn't missed earlier how your hand would momentarily drift to your middle or your back accompanied by pursed lips and tense breaths.

For a moment he tries to imagine what you're feeling, but the closest he comes up with is the memory of a solid punch to the gut. If it's anything like that then it's no wonder you can't just drift off.

In the pale silvery glow, he faces your back just barely making out the outline of your arm rubbing tired circles on your abdomen. An idea begins to tug at the back of his mind; the desire to help - the need to be useful. The itch to do something compels his fingers forward until they bump into the warm exposed skin of your hip. Your back instantly straightens, a sharp pull of air, but his hand doesn't stop. It slides tentatively under your own smaller digits and begins to move on your lower stomach in slow rhythmic circles of its own accord.

You're still, unmoving. What if he's totally just screwed up? It suddenly hits him how intimate this is, how many lines he's just crossed with this one action. You've had plenty of physical contact but most of it's been joking and playful. And sure, you've rolled over into one another in the middle of the night, but that wasn't a conscious decision. That wasn't anything remotely near this. He scoots his body closer to yours. "This okay?" He whispers.

You finally breathe. "Don't stop. Please." The warmth of his hand is the best relief.

His concerns evaporate, thoughts turning to the softness of your skin and the pleased little noise that comes up out of you. Something inside of him is beginning to ache less too. Something he's become so adjusted to that he hasn't even considered what its absence could feel like.

His nose brushes the back of your neck, but your lungs continue their steady, gentle motion. Impressive. You're out like a light already. The chilly air seems to retreat in the comfort of your warmth.

It's the moments like this, as sleep overpowers him, that he feels the guilt creep in. That he's grateful. Grateful that the world fell apart. Grateful that he ended up here, with these people. Grateful that he no longer has to be the man that he'd been before. And especially grateful for the proximity of your heartbeat to his own.

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd season 2 #twd season 3 #optimist pine

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lunajay33 · 2 months

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Both❤️‍🔥

Summary: There was just something about you that Rick and Daryl couldn’t deny, they wanted you, but will they have to fight for you, who will you chose maybe both?

~Threesome

•Masterlist•

You were sat in the watch tower with your binoculars looking out by the fences for any danger, as you were looking around you noticed Daryl and Rick in the field and god did they make me feel things, Daryl first caught your eyes with his mysterious quiet guy act, and then when he’d talk to you with that deep voice and the way he’d look at you made your knees weak like nothing you’d ever felt before but then…….

There came Rick Grimes, that sheriff outfit and the way he took charge of the ground had butterflies erupt in your belly and now you were drooling over the two men constantly especially when they’d be hard at work outside with the sun beating down on them, their tan skin shimmering with sweat god it was so hot

As you were fantasizing about them you hadn’t noticed they were looking back at you, obviously you were spying on them, which made them smirk, when you noticed what you’d been doing you quickly moved the binoculars down and climbed down the tower, once you got to the bottom you were met by those devilish men you’d think about late at night

“Hey darlin” Daryl said as he leaned on the wall next to you as Rick was on your other side trapping you

“Hi” you said timidly

“You have a nice look there, have your eye on one of us sweetie?” Rick asked playing with a strand of you hair

You could feel what was happening in your panties, these men really did things to you, you wanted them to do unspeakable things, they were a bit older than you but you were 22 you’re a woman who needs some strong men to break you out of your shell

“Maybe” you said biting your lip

“Oh really, and which one would that be peach?” Daryl asked as he ran his hand down your waist pulling your shirt a bit lower

You didn’t say anything to distracted by the hands roaming your body

“Come on baby, who do you need?” Rick whispered in your ear

“Mmmmm, I need you both” they looked at you with the look that made you knee weak and your heart pump faster

“What do ya say?” Daryl asked squeezing your hip

“Please, please I’ll be good” you whined feeling the fullest affect of these men

“Mmmm I think we should reward her don’t you think Daryl?” He asked as they looked at each other smirking

“Ya I think she does” Daryl took your hand dragging you up the watch tower as Rick followed

Daryl laid you down on the mattress Glenn and Maggie dragged up here, they looked down at you as they continued to remove their shirts and pants leaving them in boxers and god just from the outlines they were big, it was mouth watering

Rick kneeled on your left as Daryl was on your right as they gazed at you body, Daryl pulled you shirt off as Rick pulled down you tight jeans leaving you in your pink bra and panties

“Oh baby were you planning for this?” Rick asked as he ran his fingers higher up you thigh leaving goosebumps in its trail as Daryl couldn’t rip his eyes from your boobs

“Was just waiting for the day that it might happen” you said rubbing your legs together for some friction

“Here we thought ya were a good girl” Daryl said as he unclipped your bra leaving your chest bare as Rick tucked his fingers in the band of your panties ripping them off, now completely nude, this is new to you so you weren’t sure what to fully do especially with two hot men

“What’s wrong baby ain’t ya want this?” Daryl asked as he licked up your stomach to your chest

“Yes oh god yes it’s just……” you gasped out as Rick ran his thumb against your clit

“Just what baby?” Rick asked as he rubbed faster

“I’ve never……you know, I don’t wanna be bad” you admitted making them both stop

“Really a pretty lil thing like ya ain’t ever been touched?”

“All for us now aren’t you baby?”

“Yes I’m all yours, both of you, just teach me I want you guys to feel good too”

“Oh peach we’ll feel good don’t worry ‘bout that” Daryl smirked as he started to suck on you boob as he ran his thumb over the other

“Mmmm Daryl” you moaned right before you felt something wet flick against your clit making you almost scream, bucking your hips

Everything felt so good, Rick fingers digging into your hips trying to keep you down, both their tongues on you made your head all hazy, it felt so good you didn’t think it could get better

Then you felt fingers enter you curling in and out and it pushed you over, screaming out from the pleasure that coursed through you, your legs shaking from how hard it hit you

They pulled back looking at your shaking body as you huffed out of breathe

“How do you feel baby, ready for the real things?” Rick asked pushing your hair back

“Yes please I want more”

“Who first darlin?” Daryl asked as they both stripped themselves of their boxers as their dicks smacked against their stomach, and damn were they packing, Rick had his red angry tip, long and white, and Daryl’s was thick and veiny but still long

“I want Daryl first” you basically whined spreading your legs open, Daryl dropped himself between your legs, gliding his tip up and down your folds pushing hard against your clit

Rick sat up closer to you as he pumped his dick in his hand at the sight of his best friend pushing into you hearing the pop of his dick stretching you out for the first time, you were up on your elbows looking down whining at the stretch

“Mmmm it’s so good, I don’t know if….fuck if I can take it”

“Just breathe darlin, I’ll get it ta fit” Daryl said as you calmed down so he could slowly push all the way in groaning

“She tight Daryl?” Rick asked as you squeezed his thigh

“Damn right, so tight she’s suckin me in, she’s perfect” he said clawing at you legs burying his head in your shoulder breathing you in

“Ya ready?” He whispered in the husky voice

“Yes be careful please”

He started off slow, pulling back until slowly pushing all the way back in till you were fully comfortable with his length, you were a moaning mess but felt bad for Rick so you snaked your hand up his thigh gripping his dick and started to pump it, running your thumb over his slit ever so often causing his to hiss

The noises coming out of all three of you was damn near pornographic, hell this was a porno two sexy men screwing a virgin but god did you love it

“Am I doing good?” You squealed when Daryl hit a certain spot

“So good baby, fuck I’m gonna cum” Rick groaned as he started to thrust into you hand soon after cumming all over your hand, he sat back huffing as he continued to watch Daryl fuck you

“Ya close peach?” Daryl asked as he sat back up and putting your legs over his shoulders perfectly hitting that spot making you screaming feeling that pleasure build in your belly again

“Yes Daryl I’m about to cum keep going”

Rick started sucking on your boobs as Daryl begin to quickly rub your clit finally pushing you over the edge, squeezing around Daryl’s dick feeling him fill you up as he groaned trying to be quiet

You were hazy again the pleasure making you extremely tired but the after wave felt so good, you actually had a threesome

Daryl pulled out as you all watched his cum leak out of you

“Rick don’t think she can take two dicks in one day” Daryl said as he spread your legs wider seeing your red puffy clit

“Next time baby you’re all mine”

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Part.2<-

Guys this was my first full spicy story lmk if I should do a part 2? Also lmk where you guys are reading from, I think most of my readers are international!!

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virginsexgod69 · 3 months

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❝Here for You❞

paring: Rick Grimes x f!Reader

summary: After Lori's death, you're there to comfort Rick in any way he needs.

Set in season 3 in the prison after Lori's death

word count: 1,569

content warnings: NSFW // smut // angst // hurt no comfort // pining

cross posted on ao3!

You've always had a thing for Rick. Ever since he arrived at the camp in Atlanta, you had your eye on him.

But he was married.

You weren't a home-wrecker. You wouldn't dare intrude on the happy relationship of a man who was reunited with his family he thought was dead. But that didn't stop you from stealing glances. Sometimes you swore you could feel his blue eyes staring at you too. At some point, those stolen glances turned into the two of you looking longingly at each other. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same about you?

But be was married.

The longing looks weren't the only thing setting your heart ablaze. It was the way Rick would place his hands on your hips whenever he needed to get by. The way his touch would linger. Not only that, but he was so protective of you, but never controlling . He even took the time to teach you how to properly use a gun. And he always, always made sure you had something to eat, even if it meant less for him. He had to have liked you just a little bit, right?

But be was married.

You knew for sure you'd never have a shot with Rick after you found out Lori was pregnant. Even if nobody could be sure the baby's his, he still stuck by her and who were you to get between that.

But still, that did nothing to stop the fleeting moments between the two of you. In fact, they seemed to happen even more. Maybe he indulged in his desires a bit to soothe his aching heart from the pain of not really knowing if his unborn baby was his. Despite all of this, you fought hope. You wanted him so so bad, but you knew there wasn't a chance in hell it would happen.

Because he was married.

But then he wasn't. Shit hit the fan: the farm was overrun by walkers, Sophia turned, Shane was killed, Andrea never came back, a prison became a home, a baby was born... oh , and Lori died.

It's not like that made you happy. You were sad that she didn't get to say goodbye, that she didn't get time with her newborn, that Rick lost his wife. It took a toll on him. He wasn't the same. He was crazy even. Everyone was on edge around him, constantly walking eggshells as to not set him off. There was just so much tension.

And the tension felt even more uncomfortable as the two of you made your way back to the prison after an unsuccessful run. The tension practically filled the little green car with all the words left unsaid, questions left unasked, feelings left unknown. So, you decided to speak to him for the first time in months.

"Are you okay?" you asked timidly.

His knuckles went white as he gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

" 'M fine," he mumbled not taking his eyes off the road.

That was a damn lie and you both knew it.

"Rick," you said softly, "we're alone now. If you want to talk abou-"

"I said I'm fine!"

He may not have wanted to talk, but you could tell he needed to be comforted and you wanted to be the one to offer him that comfort, no matter how he wanted it. No matter how he needed it.

You placed a gentle hand on his knee, much like how he used to do to you before everything happened.

He sighed with relent before pulling the car over and putting it in park. He placed his hand on top of yours and looked over at you. You fought not to get lost in the sea of his blue eyes as you stared back at him.

"I'm.. I'll be fine, I promise."

You leaned closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

"Y'know I'm here to comfort you, right? In any way you need me, I'm here," you promised.

His baby blue eyes drifted from yours down to your lips. His whole demeanor changed. He relaxed for the first time in a while. So much so, he let his inhibitions go as he pulled you closer and crashed his lips into yours.

So many feelings rushed through your head the second your lips made contact. You were shocked. You dreamed and fantasized about this moment forever and now that it was finally happening, you weren't going to let it slip through your fingers. You reciprocated the kiss, indulging in every second before Rick hastily pulled away.

"I'm so sorry," he said between gentle pants "I shouldn't have done that."

Your heart sank. You resented that he regretted your happiest moment.

"Rick," you said with your forehead still against his, "I want this. I want you ." You didn't care how desperate you sounded. Once you got a taste of Rick, you needed more.

And perhaps he felt the same about you because he didn't hesitate to pull you back in for another kiss. Trying your best not to break the kiss, you climbed from the passenger seat onto his lap. His tongue found its way into your mouth and tasted you as if he'd never get another taste. You moaned against his mouth as you tangled your hands in his curly hair. His hands traversed your body before practically tearing off the button up shirt you wore.

"You sure you want this?" he asked. His blue eyes, glistening in the sunlight, looked at you with uncertainty. You could tell he wanted this, but even more so he didn't want to hurt you.

You responded by grinding against his hardening bulge as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His hands firmly gripped your hips as ground you onto his clothed erection. He pulled away from your mouth and placed open mouthed kisses down your neck. You didn't miss the occasional grunts you coaxed out of him which only encouraged you to keep going. He reached up and unclasped your bra, slid it off your arms, and tossed it aside. Embarrassed by the exposure, you automatically moved to cover yourself, but Rick caught your wrists.

"Don't. Let me see you. You're so beautiful," he rasped.

Oh Rick. He was even sweeter than you anticipated which set you ablaze and drove the butterflies in your tummy crazy. You needed him. You hurried to undo his belt as he was fondling your breasts while placing kisses along your collar bones. He lifted his hips just enough for you to pull his pants down. He took a nipple into his mouth as you palmed his bulge through his boxers.

"I-I need you," you wantonly moaned.

" 'M all yours."

You freed his rock hard erection from his boxers and stroked it a few times before moving to pull off your own pants. Rick helped you get out of them, stopping for a second to admire the wetness accumulated in your panties. He pulled them aside and lined his dick with your entrance, letting you slowly sink down on it. He stretched you so good that the pain only added to your pleasure.

"I've fantasized about you since you arrived at the camp in Atlanta," you confessed.

"I can't say I haven't wanted you this way for a while too. Whenever I caught you staring at me with those doe eyes, my imagination ran wild."

Once you felt comfortable enough, you began to move. You held onto his shoulders for support as you bounced on his dick. He threw his head back as he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He couldn't take it anymore and held onto your hips again as he thrusted up into you. He watched you with admiration in his eyes as your breasts bounced with each and every one of his thrusts.

"You feel so good around my cock, princess."

"Oh god Rick, I think I'm gonna-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence since he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down for another kiss. Your walls clenched around him as his thrusts grew sloppy. You were both about to cum.

"That's it, cum for me Lori."

You both froze. The butterflies in your tummy were stabbed to death by the shards of your broken heart. You felt a lump in your throat as you tried to hold back the hot tears burning the corners of your eyes. Rick looked at you brokenheartedly with shame swimming in his eyes as you pulled yourself off of him.

"Lor- er, Y/N, I'm sor-"

"Don't."

God you sounded so... broken .

You both dressed yourselves in awkward silence. Rick sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He sounded like he wanted to say something, but decided against it, which was good because you'd have ignored him anyway.

"The sun's setting, we should get back to the prison," you said cooly.

"Y/N, I-"

"Just stop!"

A beat of silence passed and Rick finally started up the car and resumed the drive back to the prison.

You let your tears fall silently as you stared out the window, but you eventually closed your eyes. Your stomach churned at the sight of his wedding band's reflection in the window, signifying that even though his wife was dead, he was still married.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead smut #rick grimes x reader smut #rick grimes x reader angst #rick grimes x you #angst #smut #hurt/comfort #hurt no comfort #x reader #female reader #fanfic #lori grimes #twd season 3 #prison era #prison

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rickswh0r3 · 1 year

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my favorite bts photos from season three ❤️

#the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #daryl dixon #norman reedus #carl grimes #t dog #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #hershel greene #lori grimes #twd #twd season 3 #michonne

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arabellas · 1 year

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ANDREW LINCOLN as RICK GRIMES The Walking Dead | 11x24 “Rest in Peace”

#the walking dead #twd #twdedit #thewalkingdeadedit #rick grimes #rickgrimesedit #andrew lincoln #andrewlincolnedit #alincolnedit #tvedit #filmtvdaily #tvarchive #dailyflicks #tusercj #mine #twd spoilers #haven't seen the last 3 seasons or something but man it feels good to see him!!

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archerwithangelwings · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon S3 x S9 ❤️

(Edit by me)

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #norman reedus #amc the walking dead #daryl dixon the walking dead #twd #daryl twd #daryl dixon twd #twd season 3 #twd season 9 #daryl dixon season 9 #daryl dixon season 3 #bigbaldhead #norman reedus twd

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amazingmaeve · 10 months

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ANDREW LINCOLN as Rick Grimes

THE WALKING DEAD - 3.06 | "Hounded"

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otto-troy · 7 days

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And here’s a photo from when the old man told Jake that he wasn’t adopted

#troy otto #ftwd #fear the walking dead #fear the walking dead rp #ftwd rp #ftwd roleplay #fear twd #ftwdrp #roleplay #broke jaw ranch #ftwd season 3 #jake otto #jeremiah otto #ottos

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watchingthescreen · 23 days

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why gay people never flirt normally?

from ftwd session 3 deleted scenes ;P

#fear the walking dead #ftwd #nick clark #troy otto #trick #amc twd #season 3

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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CAMP

daryl dixon x fem reader .

WARNINGS: reader is of age, fem masurbation, caught masturbation, breast play, oral sex (fem receiving), fluid consumption (cum only), penetrative sex, teasing, begging, praise, slight handjob, after care

she sat on the edge of the garden looking to see Carol and the scruffy redneck speaking to a small teenage boy, one with glasses and was quite scrawny, it was a person she had often seen hanging around Carl and a few other kids while she helped Carol at story time.

She could see them talking barely even being able to pick up on the conversation from her distance sitting on the garden bed, she could hear a few murmurs and well a few scraps of words but her mind focused on something other than their words.

She had watched Daryl lick his fingers clean before shaking the scrawny boy's hand, she muttered a softness of profanity underneath her breath wishing she could relive the moment she just saw.

his muscles flexed as he roughly shook the kids hand, his tattoo on his shoulder blade was now visible from the shirt he had used his dagger on to cut the sleeves off.

She remembered watching him do it, she remembered watching his hands flex each time he was stripping the fabric from each arm of the shirt, she had stared at him the entire time he was sitting in their shared cell room.

He had noticed her staring out of the corner of his eye while he was cutting up his shirts? How could he not, he had eyed her while she licked her lips clean watching him hunched over breaking a sweat in the hot prison room, he didn't mind, he never did. He enjoyed her eyes gawking at him and following him wherever he went.

Daryl looked over at her staring this time it was even more blantant as she had her legs crossed squeezing each time she looked at him.

he watched her eyes trail down to the dirt splotches on her jeans as she acted like she had just been staring down at her lap the entire time instead of the tattered hunter.

he let a small smirk fly onto his mouth before using his hand to wipe it away, he hadn't needed Carol to ask questions about why he was smiling or who he was even smiling for.

he could see her get up as her face was a messed up rose tone almost like she was embarrassed or even flustered from just the graze from his eyes, and it was true. She couldn't help but get flustered even when he did the smallest of things.

She could feel a sense of flutters inside her chest whenever he looked at her, whenever his hand skimmed hers it was like an erotica she knew wasn't real, it was an erotic she had dreamt about one that she wished at the bottom of her heart hadn't just been a fantasy of hers.

she had gone back inside of their cell block wandering to their shared cell and closing not just the curtain but the door along with it, she had the keys rested on his workbench looking over at his shirt that had dangled off of the tampered metal.

she could feel a slight gush in her heart as she slipped her hands into her jeans feeling the wet spot he had caused in her panties just from looking at her, she slipped her hand into the cotton of her panties biting down on her lip as she used her middle finger to draw small circles over her needy clit.

she prayed he would be stuck on perimeter duty with glenn like usual, she couldn't help but run her mind over the way he had sucked his fingers off, or the way his muscles would flex as he lifted something or when he was out hunting how his ass would look so good in the patched up blue jeans he wore.

she let out a meek mewl on accident feeling as she pumped two fingers inside of her cunt, she bit down onto her lip even harder to try and keep the sound in.

but her soft squeals somehow managed to slip each time her fingers would curl hitting her g-spot just perfectly, she had been making sure to give the same amount of attention to her clit acting as if it weren't her fingers anymore but yet instead his.

She was thinking about how good he would've felt inside her, how well he would've finger fucked her until she was left raw and throbbing.

She was almost surely over her edge once she thought about the way he looked so fucking good in those shirts he had chopped up himself.

She had let out a soft moan before feeling her orgasm arise in her, just a few more spins of her fingers over her clit and she was surely to spill over the top, just thinking about the boy who slept above her each night.

He noticed the curtain and the door closed, which probably meant she was sleeping, he rattled his spare keys softly as he unlocked the door pulling back the curtain to see her with her head tossed back into the pillows biting down on her lip with her hand in her pants letting out a soft moan of his name.

"jesus christ" he murmured under his breath which had caught her attention making her pull her hand away from out of her jeans,

"i thought you were on a perimeter check!" she asked trying to hide her embarrassment from it all, she

"rick and maggie are doing it" he spoke calmly while closing his eyes as he held his hand over his crotch trying not to remember that he had heard his name being spilled from her mouth.

"i'm sorry daryl i really am" she stood up from the bed trying to walk past him but his hand stopped her.

"saw ya staring at me at breakfast and i know ya like it" he spoke pulling a piece of her hair back behind her ear watching her shiver, she nodded her head with a soft but yet mumbled 'mhm'

she wasn't sure whether he was toying with her let alone she hadn't had the right words to speak, instead she watched his eyes in a haze watching his pupils grow dark.

he let out a gruff laugh before forcing her eyes to look up at him, "why'd ya stop" he asked skimming his fingers over the waistband of her jeans feeling her body shiver, not a shiver of fear but yet a suspense she could feel building inside her.

she took a step so she could lay back on his bed watching him pull off his cut up shirt and his vest tossing it to center of his workbench, his hands fiddled at his belt before soonly tossing that off to, he kicked off his boots hearing them clatter to the floor.

his hands pressed into the mattress while he dangled above her, "what if the others hear us" she asked making sure she wouldn't be caught for the second time.

"all outside or doing their chores, tyresse offered to cover mine" he spoke watching as his hands glided up her torso to pull off her shirt, she let out a soft sigh of the relief from him unhooking her bra watching as her breasts rested and nipples grew hard.

he threw off her jeans looking down to see her panties, a wet spot had formed but now even bigger from his touch, he licked his lips before propping himself up with her body so that he could lick her breasts, she felt his tongue lick over each of her nipples making sure to give each of her breasts the same amount of attention,

she could feel his tongue drag itself slowly down before skimming past her navel, he nibbled at the fabric of her underwear taking in the smell of the fresh cotton, she let out a gasp feeling his fingers remove the fabric from her body tucking them into his pocket,

"bet ya taste so fuckin good" he spoke watching as her hips bucked in a gushful manner, almost like she was dying for him to taste her,

she let out a meek whine as she was already starting to tangle her fingers in his scruffy hair, she loved the feeling of it running through the skin of her fingers as it tickled her palm.

His tongue licked up one clear stripe against her cunt making him hold onto her hips forcing them to stay down surely leaving bruises on them with his thumbs,

he continued to suck gently, swirling his tongue around her clit making her jump softly almost bucking like a wild stallion if it weren't for his grip on her.

She could feel him murmur something against her dripping cunt, his words had sent a shriveling vibration throughout her core,

she let out a mumble of profanity once more feeling his tongue flick over her clit moving so fast that she could already feel the knot in her stomach starting to loosen.

"oh god daryl" she moaned softly squeezing her thighs around his head so that she could get more of him, his tongue grazed over her hole making her jump slightly, "taste so fuckin good" he mumbled against her just loud enough for her to hear,

she felt like she was dancing in the stars from his tongue, her cunt felt weak falling into him like she was ready to give him everything,

"dar i'm gonna cum" she whimpered gripping onto his shoulders, now he was only flicking and sucking faster just so he could watch her topple over the edge like she had done before.

he could feel a river of juices gush onto her face as he completed his goal, he had made sure to try and lick up every worthy drop that had spilled from her needy cunt,

"oh god" she mumbled as her eyes stayed glued to the man licking his fingers in-front of her, she could feel a flutter shoot up though her body as she prayed this all wasn't some sick dream where she'd be left in a puddle of her own wetness from the dream.

he slipped down his jeans to see the tented black boxers, his cock was practically begging to be broken free, she could feel him twitch softly as her hands ran down him to slip off his boxers,

she ran her thumb over his cock, he was long and quite thick it made her shutter as she wiping some of the pre-cum onto the pad of her thumb licking it clean earning a lick from his lips as he watched her.

just before pumping her hands around him he let out a sputtered gasp while stopping her, he liked the sensation but he needed a stronger one, one like her tight cunt that would fill the missing lust in his void.

she could feel him stop her while his hands pushed down on her hips pushing her back down into the thin mattress below them, his thumbs spun circles against her hip bone as he had thought about tasting her sweet cunt again, but instead he was placing a delicate trail of hickies just above her navel.

she mumbled something as she felt his shoulder blades flex as her hands gripped onto them, "need ya so bad" he murmured against the skin he had been delicately marking.

she whined pressing her hands further into him as she grew even needier for his touch, he could tell she was eager by the way her hips bucked and the sweet whines slipping off her tongue, every sound she made, made his cock twitch almost like he was just as eager to feel the walls built around her.

The tip of his cock had been smeared in her juices as he teased her wet slit, he could feel the warm soak into him as he let out a soft sigh wanting to shove her full of him.

her hands gripped at the flimsy cheap white linen messily placed on the bed, she could feel him lean down just so he could whisper something to her just so he could ask her to beg for him,

"tell me watcha need sweetheart" he spoke slipping a piece of her hair behind her ear, he could hear a whine come from in-between her lips but that wasn't enough he needed to hear her say it,

he pulled his cock away from her slit finally hearing her speak up, "i need you dar please" she whimpered feeling as his cock slid in perfectly inside of her pussy, he reached out to grab her hand once he heard her let out a soft hiss from his size.

he could feel her soaked walls already having an impact on him, her mouth laid agape while she could feel some of his hair dangle down onto her face sending a shiver through her,

"oh god move please" she begged at him feeling as he started off slow pressing down into her hand as he felt her nails at the top of his hand sending a slight sharp prickle through the skin,

he thrusted faster feeling her body fit like a glove onto his cock, he could hear her cry out as she wrapped her legs around his bag lifting them up higher so she could feel him deeper in her.

he let out a grunt against the crook of her neck feeling her call out his name again, "daryl" she cried using her other hand to dig into the mattress feeling as the pressure built up in her.

"god ya cry so fuckin pretty" he mumbled into her as she could feel her walls clench around his member making him shudder while he used most of his force to thrust himself into her.

she let out a loud series of moans, so loud she was sure the entire damn prison inside and out must've heard them, he should've covered her mouth to keep the noise down but hearing her moans and cries was to good, to good for him to keep away.

he sucked on the tender skin of her jawline feeling her gulp as she squeezed down on his hand, "oh god i'm so close" she whimpered at him feeling him increase his pace, as their wet hips collided he was letting out his own trail of noises against her.

once satisfied with his work on her jawline he lifted himself up just enough so that he could see her eyes clench and see the pretty mouth that had been letting out all the noises,

she could feel the knot in her stomach wanting to untie itself from her core, it wanted to spill out onto his cock and make itself a mess all for him to take in.

she could feel the knot hanging by a thread as she used both of her hands to claw at his back leaving small crescent shapes from her nails in his skin, he groaned feeling her nails pierce her but yet he liked the sensation, the feeling of being so close to her.

she was cock drunk a moaning mess unable to keep herself under control now she was blubbering and whining his name while she bucked up her hips feeling him use of his hands to grope at her breasts before speaking to her.

"c'mon baby cum for me" he whispered rubbing his hand over each of her nipples to divide the attention to both, she could feel the hot gush of her juices pouring onto his abdomen while he had filled her with his own fluid.

she had let out a loud noise just before she came but the aftermath was almost quiet except for her panting and soft cries, she could feel his cock pull out of her with a pop sound making her gasp as she closed her eyes from her sensitivity.

He had slipped on his boxers while looking over at her,

he could hear her soft cries making his brows furrow sadly while he reached for a bottle of water and a small rag from his work bench, he poured some water on the rag before using it to wipe her thighs and up to her cunt clean feeling her jump when he skimmed her clit.

he looked at the mess of hickies on her body, from her jawline, to down above her hips, he rubbed his hand over them before reaching into her bag pulling out a pair of shorts and panties, he helped to slip them on her hearing her mumble a thank you as his shirt was slipped over her.

he let her use his chest as a resting spot while he pulled some of the sweaty hair from out of her face, her thighs skimmed together making her whine softly and with a soft shush from him he brought her body even closer to his.

"ya alright sugar" he could feel her body faintly nod against him, "did i fuck ya to sleep almost" he chuckled feeling her hand run over his abdomen, with another nod she yawned scooting closer to him.

"what's this mean daryl?"

she asked him feeling his fingers run through her hair to soothe her softly, "means i care about ya" he spoke, his answer was short and she couldn't stand the such shortness of his words.

she shifted before repeating herself to him, "means yer mine" he huffed back at her with a soft smile watching one appear on her face,

" night sugar"

"night dar"

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THE WALKING DEAD 3.10

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Granny

Summary: You and Daryl have a secret confusing love language of insults

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,236

Era: Seasons 1-5(ish), The quarry - Alexandria

It had started shortly after your first encounter with Mr. Dixon. Simply a passing (slightly pointed) comment - nothing more - as some of you gathered around the fire that night.

Dale stands near the flames, removing a whistling pot from the heat. "Anybody want a cup of tea? Kettle's hot."

"Why dun'cha ask granny over there?" Daryl suggests, nodding towards you with a snigger. Merle's not around tonight, and so it seems he's found a way to create a bit of entertainment.

Your head snaps up when you realize you're the butt of the joke, hands stilling as you set down your work. A crochet hook or knitting needles find their way into your hands as often as that damn crossbow ends up in his; usually when it's too late in the evening to be doing anything else. "You know what? I would love a cup of tea. Thank you, Dale." You reply, taking the steaming mug that's passed to you with a smile that melts into a pointed glare the second Daryl's eyes meet yours.

The corner of his mouth twitches mischievously. "Somebody get out tha' fancy china an' the biscuits an' we'll have ourselves a real tea party." He's prodding the coals with a stick, and in the darkness, the slope of his shoulders brings to mind the image of a caveman. The thought amuses you.

You nod your head, contemplating. "Hmm... I'd be down for that. In fact, I have a feeling we might even be in the presence of a tea party expert." You say knowingly. Sophia and Carol sit cuddled up to your right, and the little girl looks curiously up at you, cradling a well-loved teddy bear. You turn to the child, lowering your voice. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about tea parties, would you?"

She curls into herself a little, shyly. But at her mother's gentle urging, she nods her head, a tiny smile appearing on her face.

You clap your hands together. "It's settled then! Tomorrow we shall have a tea party." The last part is aimed at Daryl - you feel proud of yourself, but the confused look on his face makes you question why. It's like you've taken his accusation as a challenge to prove just how grandmotherly you can be, and funnily enough, he's probably right. You're actually looking forward to hanging out with Sophia tomorrow; she's a pretty cool kid.

Carol tuts softly. "After school." She adds.

"After school." You agree, shooting Sophia a conspiratorial wink.

Every time Daryl spots you working with your yarn he can't resist the urge to tease you about it. Maybe it's because you take every jest in good humor, or maybe it's because you always have a quick, witty comeback. He's never quite figured it out, but somehow it's become a staple of your interactions. Even though so much has changed, he's oddly glad that this hasn't.

One night, in the dead of winter, as the wind howls through gaps in the window frames you get an ornery glint in your eye. Daryl's already found your behavior suspicious, whatever current yarn project you've been committed to hasn't made a single appearance the entire evening. And the way you keep glancing at him almost nervously is... unsettling.

When he looks up again you're walking towards him, hands tucked behind your back, trying so hard to look casual that it doesn't take long before all eyes are on you. You stop in front of him and promptly shove a box in his face. No, not just a box. It's a present, wrapped perfectly in polka-dotted gift wrap with a glittery bow to top it all off.

He stares back at you, wondering what punchline he's missed.

You roll your eyes. "It's a gift, Daryl."

"Why?" He asks. He'd trust you with his life any day, but right now - with that box - he absolutely does not.

"Well, why don'tcha just open it and find out?" You taunt, shaking the present just a smidge.

He takes the box, feeling awkward and clumsy as he tears away the paper. Having never opened a present before - at least nothing like this that is - feelings of stupidity and excitement and pressure blend within him.

He dumps the object into his palm. It's cool and smooth to the touch; a black mug with white writing that says "World's Crankiest Grandpa".

You're trying so hard to withhold from laughing that your face is turning pink.

"Think ya could get yer money back on this one?" He asks, spinning the cup around to critique it.

You slap his arm lightly. "Ah, Dixon, you're no fun."

"She might'a hit the nail on the head there." Rick chuckles.

You sit back down, finally pulling out your yarn like all is now right in the world. "Ah, I found it a couple days ago. Couldn't resist. S'pecially not after the dream I had where you were yellin' at the walkers to 'git offa yer damn lawn'..." You shudder. "Took me a bit to get that one outta my head."

That earns quite a few laughs from the rest of the group. Once again, you've managed to lift the mood of those around you. It seems to be a habit of yours.

He turns the mug over and over again, running his thumb across the letters. He knows it's only a gag gift, but he's not blind to the effort that went into it. And it's not an exaggeration to say that this silly mug is by far the most thoughtful gift he's ever received.

He hangs onto that mug, using it proudly every day. Of course, it garners the occasional question from the new folks, but he doesn't mind. Soon enough he's got a matching handmade hat, scarf, and gloves as proof of your continuing love for the grandmotherly hobby.

When the prison falls he misses those gifts severely.

But then, Alexandria. The day he comes across you there on the porch in a creaky rocking chair, with your cup of steaming tea and a ball of yarn, the once-familiar urge to say something a little stupid and a lot annoying takes over.

He stoops down and leans in. "Where's yer glasses at, old lady?"

You wave your hand to shoo him away. "Ah, git yer muddy boots off'a my porch ya ol' geezer." You nag, the smile you're trying to hide peeking out like a sun ray from behind storm clouds. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, clomping down the steps. But it's not like he's trying to hide his own smile or anything... Not at all.

When he returns home that evening, there, sitting on the end of his bed, is a small box. It's perfectly wrapped in paper that's covered in birds and trees, encircled with a pristinely hand-tied bow. He can't deny the flutter of excitement as he plops down to unwrap it. It's like Deja Vu, the coffee mug tumbling into his palm. This time it's white with black lettering that reads "I don't always roll a joint, but when I do, it's my ankle".

With a snort he falls back onto the bed, letting old memories wash away the burdens of the day. However he can, whatever it takes, he'll hold onto the hope that you'll both end up old and gray and worn someday - together.

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Pain Reliever🤍

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

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

•Masterlist•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He threw me to the ground and hovered over me

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

His eyes were void of anything other than crazy

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

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

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

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

“Daryl please” I cried

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

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

Daryl kneeled in front of me, scared

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

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

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

“Daryl it hurts” I said feeling faint

And that’s when I passed out

•*•*•*•*•

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

“Daryl?” I weakly called out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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imagine shane somehow pulled it together and survived with the group until season 3, but lori still sadly dies giving birth to judith. while they’re out on a run, he and rick meet you. at first they’re just jacking you for your weapons, ammo, etc, since they’re gearing up to fight the governor but then shane realizes that he wants to take you home so you can take care of his baby and him too. rick’s along for the ride too

❝ Taking Care ❞

pairing Shane Walsh x f!Reader

cw guns, mild swearing, typical twd violence, injuries

2.5k words

note okay wow, writing shane was lowkey kinda difficult hahahaha, but i tried my best! although i'm not sure if i like this or not... either way, i really hope i fulfilled your request!!!!!

“If this is someone’s stuff, we should at least leave them some.”

“We need this more than they do. ‘M sure they don’t have a baby or are tryna gear up for a damn war.” The two men continued to ransack your sad excuse of a camp. Guns, knives, canned foods, all gone, shoved into their own bags. You watched them as they continued to rummage through your stuff. You knew you should confront them, but you’ve seen how scary people have become and didn’t want to leave the safety of the tree you were hiding behind.

“Think there’s anythin’ good in that car?”

“Maybe we should jus’ take the whole car.”

You couldn’t just sit by and let them take everything you risked your life to accumulate. Even though your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute and your entire body shook with nerves, you removed the safety off your pistol and stepped out from behind the tree, pointing your weapon at the curly-haired man.

“S-stop stealin’ my stuff!” You ordered, although it sounded more like you were begging.

The men stopped and turned to look at you. They stood with confidence and clearly weren’t afraid of you. That made you even more nervous. The man you had your gun aimed at slowly put his backpack full of your stuff down before raising his arms up in surrender. His partner, however, reached for his own gun.

"Don't!" you shouted, turning your gun on him instead.

"We don't mean any harm, we just saw stuff, so we took stuff," the blue eyed man said. There was something about the way he spoke. Fearless, authoritative. It sent nervous chills down your spine.

"Yeah, so why don't you put down the gun, darlin'," his partner said. His unflinching stance and muscular body gave you the impression that he wasn't one to mess with.

"Tell your friend to put down my stuff and maybe I'll consider it," you bargained.

The man smirked, clearly not taking you seriously. It pissed you off.

"Do ya even know how to use that thing?" Now you were really pissed. You moved your finger to the trigger to fire a warning shot, but the man was on top of you instantly, tackling you to the ground. He grabbed the wrist of your hand containing the gun and slammed it against the ground until you dropped it, ignoring the way you screamed and writhed against him, trying to fight him off. With your gun now in his hold, he shoved it into your temple.

"Shane, wai—"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't end your fucking life right now," he demanded, cutting his partner off.

You sent a nasty glare his way, but when he didn't relent, you knew he was serious about killing you. You didn't want to show the men any fear, but you couldn't help the way your heart raced or how your eyes burned with tears.

"You said," you swallowed nervously, "You said you have a baby, right? I-I can help! I was a nanny before the world fell. I know how to take care of babies and kids."

He pondered over your words for a moment before clicking the safety back on and yanking you up from the ground.

"I think we should take her back, Rick," the man whose name you learned was Shane said.

The other man, Rick put his hands on his hips before running a hand over his face in thought.

"We already have people back at the prison who take care of Judith. If we take her that's just another mouth to feed," Rick argued.

Prison? Did they have some sort of camp? Having a stable home sounded better than living out of your car and sleeping in a tent.

"Do any of your people know baby first aid and CPR?" you asked. Now you wanted to convince them to bring you back with them. Anything seemed better than what you currently had going on.

Rick and Shane stepped off to the side for a moment, talking in hushed whispers you could barely make out.

"How many walkers have you killed?" Rick asked as they two approached you again.

"I dunno, a lot?" you replied, confused at the question.

"How many people have you killed?"

You sighed, getting tired of his silly interrogation. "Um, two."

"Why?"

This man was really nosey. "Cause they were bit." That's all the detail you were willing to give the man, but he seemed to accept it anyway.

"Fine. We can bring her back," Rick finally agreed. Shane grabbed your upper arm and leaned down to your ear. "If I even think you're gonna try some funny shit, I will kill you." You nodded nervously before snatching your arm from his grasp.

You helped the men load the rest of your stuff into their car -this time you were okay with them taking your stuff since you'd be going back with them- and got into the backseat of their green car.

When you arrived at the prison and saw that it was actually a prison, you were actually a bit shocked, but you didn't complain. Shelter was shelter and having it was better than not. You followed the men inside, curiously looking around as you did so. An elderly man and a young girl holding a baby sat at a table in the area before the cells. Their guards immediately went up when they saw you walk in behind Rick and Shane.

"Who's this?" the man asked.

"This is...uh," Shane trailed off, not knowing your name, so you quickly told him.

"We found her in the woods. Said she was a nanny, so we brought her back to help out with Judith," he explained as the girl handed him the baby. He smiled down at the baby girl in his arms before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Hello, nice to meet y'all," you greeted. They both seemed apprehensive, but returned your greeting nonetheless.

"And nice to meet you!" you said in a quieter, higher pitched voice to the baby in Shane's arms. She couldn't have been more than a few months. It felt strange seeing a baby so young in the middle of the apocalypse. You assumed Shane was the father, considering how he was the one cradling the infant in his arms and not Rick. But who was the mother? You glanced up at the girl. She seemed way too young to be having a baby with Shane.

Her blue eyes met yours. "Oh, um, I'm not her mother," she explained. You could tell by everybody's body language that you shouldn't ask who is, so you kept quiet.

"Can I hold her?" you asked Shane.

He looked at you for a moment, deciding if he wanted to trust you to hold her just yet. He gently placed Judith into your arms, his warm hands brushing yours in the process.

"Hi, baby!" you cooed, overtaken by her cuteness "aren't you jus' the cutest lil' thing!" She just looked at you, not a thought behind her eyes. You couldn't help the way your face split into a gigantic smile. You glanced up at Shane, but he was already looking at you with a ghost of a smile on his face and eyes less cold than they were earlier. You handed him back the baby and he handed it back to the girl before motioning for you to follow him.

He led you through the prison, to a cell you'd be staying in. When the other members of his group saw you and demanded answers, with authority present in his tone, Shane told them you were here for his daughter and here to stay, leaving no room for questions. Even if they didn't seem to agree with his choice, they didn't say anything. You sat on your cot. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was heaven compared to the dirt.

"Thanks for bringing me here," you said looking down at your shoes.

"Better uphold your end of the deal or else I'll turn you loose and leave you for dead."

What a warm welcome.

In the week or so that passed, everyone started to warm up to you, especially Shane. At first, you suspected he was hovering because he didn't fully trust you with Judith, but when he hung around you, even during the times you were without Judith, you started to suspect he liked being in your company. And his wasn’t that bad either.

“Hey there,” you greeted as you approached him with baby Judith in your arms. He stood in the watchtower, having been in there keeping watch the night before. The bright, early morning sun shone on him, making his brown eyes glow. He smiled happily at his daughter before smiling at you too.

“What’re y’all doin’ up so early?” He asked, taking Judith from you and cradling her in his arms.

“The little one was hungry, had to get up and feed her.”

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked you. You nodded your head.

“Why don’t you go get yourself somethin’ to eat?” His voice was laced with genuine care, which shocked you. He hasn’t shown too much care for anyone in the short time you’ve been here.

“What about you, you’ve been up here all nigh. Surely you’re hungry?” He handed you Judith and turned you around, gently nudging you toward the exit.

“Mornin’, Beth,” you said cheerly as you helped yourself to a granola bar. You though about it for a second before grabbing one for Shane too.

“Hey,” she replied.

“Do you mind watching Judith for a bit? Gotta do somethin’ real quick?” She agreed and happily took the baby in her arms.

You hurried back to the watch tower and thankfully, Shane was still in there.

“What’re you doin’ back in here? Thought I told you to go eat?”

“You’re not the boss of me,” you teased as you tossed him the granola bar. He smirked and caught the bar. You took a seat, leaning against the wall as you ate your breakfast. He looked at you as if to ask what you you were doing.

“ ‘M keepin’ you company,” you stated matter of factly. He didn’t argue with you and instead sat down next to you. You wanted to remind him that he was to be keeping watch, but decided against it, afraid it might push him away. The two of you ate in silence for a bit, too hungry to avert attention from the food.

“Judith seems to like you,” he commented.

“Well, I’d hope so, since I’m her nanny,” you joked. He chucked before responding. “You take such good care of her.”

You smiled at him. “Least I could do since y’all took me in… even though you tried to rob me and threaten my life.” Despite the truth to your words, there was a joking tone to your voice. He looked a bit guilty.

“We were just,” he took a moment to gather his words, “I had to-”

“’S fine, I get it,” you said, slightly relieving him of his guilt. “I’ve had to do some things I didn’t wanna to survive.”

“Haven’t we all.” You were grateful that he didn’t try to pry too much into your life, but you wouldn’t have minded sharing had he asked anyway. You rested your head on his shoulder -much like you did to your friends before the dead started rising- and he let you stay there.

“I better get back to Judith,” you said after a few minutes.

“And I gotta change shifts.” The two of you parted ways, but not before he thanked you for the granola bar.

You found Beth again. She was in a cell with Maggie who was feeding Judith. She handed you the baby and her bottle so you could take over feeding her. The sisters said their goodbyes before leaving the cell, leaving you and Judith behind. She was almost done with the bottle before you heard the faint sound of gunshots. You tensed up, clutching Judith close to you.The gunshots picked up, making you wonder if you should go and see what’s going on. You looked down at the baby dozing off in your arms. You couldn’t just leave her in here alone. The prison was virtually empty with nobody else to watch her. You chose to stay, even though the guilt of doing nothing ate away at you.

After what felt like forever, the shooting finally stopped. You breathed a sigh of relief. Loud footsteps rapidly approached before Shane appeared in the doorway. He was sweaty, out of breath, and clutching his side.

“Came to check on you two, everything alright?” He asked, worriedly.

“Yeah, she’s fine, everything’s fine,” you replied, eager to ask what it was that happened.

“Are you alright?” Concern flashed in his eyes.

You nodded. “What happened out there? Is everyone okay?”

“It was the Governor, killed one of the prisoners and tried to take out everyone else too.”

You looked away from his eyes and down to the hand clutching his side. Blood was starting to leak between his fingers. Your heart dropped.

“Shane, did you get shot?” You asked sternly, hoping he wouldn’t lie.

“Just a graze, I’ll be fine.” You put a sleeping Judith in her crib before approaching the man.

“Lemme patch you up.”

“It’s just a graze,” he insisted.

You sighed and looked up at him which forced him to look at you. “I know you just brought me here to take care of Judith, but I wanna take care of you too.” He let out a sigh and finally relented. You smiled up at him before scurrying off to fetch some medical supplies.

When you came back, he was sitting on the cot, still clutching his wound with a pained look on his face. When he heard you come in, he sat up straighter and put that stoic look back on his face.

“You don’t have to act all tough for me,” you teased. You doused a towel with some rubbing alcohol before kneeling in front of him. He couldn’t look you in the eyes as he lifted his shirt to give you access to the wound. It seemed to have stop bleeding, so you gently cleaned the wound before putting a bandage on it.

“See, really wasn’t that big a deal,” he said with a teasing smirk on his face.

“Still had me worried, though.” You stood up and tidied the mess of medical supplies.

“Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me, I can handle it.”

You knew he could, but the thought of losing him scared you. You leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek.

“Just don’t want Judith losin’ her daddy is all.” He sighed and looked up to the ceiling in thought.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem.”

“No, not just for this. For taking care of Judith and for taking care of me.” You sat beside him and slipped your hand through his.

“Always.”

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