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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon
season one, part seven
Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?
Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!
TW FOR SA AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!! This specific scene will be following material from the show and I tried to avoid details, but please take care of yourself and skip that final bit if needed.
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“Daryl, cover the back!” Shane commanded. “Everyone inside, now.”
You all pushed through the doors, entering a main lobby that was completely empty.
“Hello?” Rick called out, the sound of a gun cocking caught your attention.
An older man stood in the doorway, rifle in hand. “Anybody infected?”
“One of our group was. He didn’t make it.” Rick confessed.
“Why are you here?” The man asked. “What do you want?”
“A chance.”
“That's asking an awful lot these days.”
Rick nodded, shifting his feet. “I know.”
The man looked everyone over for a moment, letting out a sigh. “You all submit to a blood test. That’s the price of admission.”
Rick nodded. “We can do that.”
The man lowered his gun. “If you’ve got stuff to bring in, do it now. Once this door closes it stays closed.”
Already having all you needed, you followed the man towards an elevator. He swiped his access card and it opened, him ushering you all in ahead of him.
“VI, seal the main entrance. Kill the power up here.”
He pressed a button, the elevator kicking into gear with a small beep.
Rick held out his hand. “Rick Grimes.”
The man looked down at Rick’s hand before looking away. “Dr. Edwin Jenner.”
“Doctors always go around packing heat like that?” Daryl asked.
“There were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself, but you all look harmless enough.” Dr. Jenner spoke, before looking down at Carl. “Except for you, I’ll have to keep an eye on you.”
Carl smiled, looking up at his mother.
The elevator came to a stop, the doors slowly creeping open. Dr. Jenner stepped off and you all followed close behind.
“Are we underground?” Carol asked.
Dr. Jenner looked at her. “Are you claustrophobic?”
She nodded. “A little bit.”
“Try not to think about it.” He responded, his tone cold.
You all came to a large dark room, Dr. Jenner asked “VI” to power on the lights. Then, he turned to you all.
“Welcome to Zone Five.”
You looked around the room. “Where is everybody? The other doctors, the staff?”
“It’s just me here.”
“What about the person you were speaking with? VI?” Lori asked.
Dr. Jenner smiled. “VI, say hello to our guests. Tell them ‘welcome’.”
“Hello guests. Welcome.”
His face fell as he looked back at your group. “I’m all that’s left. I’m sorry.”
You didn’t want to push right away, but you couldn’t help but wonder where everyone else had gone. Did they leave? Did they die and turn? Was this place as safe as you’d all thought?
Dr. Jenner began taking blood from each person in your group. The last up was Andrea.
“What’s the point of this?” She asked. “If we were infected, we’d all be running a fever.”
“I’ve already broken every rule in the book by letting you in here.” Dr. Jenner responded. “At least let me be thorough.”
Andrea nodded. “Fair enough.”
When Dr. Jenner was finished taking her blood, Andrea stood up, her knees immediately giving out. You caught her before she could fall, Andrea slowly regaining her senses.
“Are you okay?” Jacqui asked.
Andrea nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Jacqui turned to Dr. Jenner. “She hasn’t eaten in days. None of us have.”
Looking between the members of your group, Dr. Jenner gave you a soft smile. “I think we can fix that.”
…
You sat at a large dining table with your group, laughing as your nephew took his first sip of wine. The boy recoiled, sticking out his tongue as he handed the glass to his mother.
“That’s disgusting.”
Lori smiled, pouring the wine into her own glass. “That’s my boy.”
“Well, just stick to soda pop there, bud.” Shane smiled.
Daryl pointed across the table. “Not you, Glenn.”
“What?”
“Keep drinking, little man. I want to see how red your face can get.”
Everyone continued to laugh and enjoy their first real meal in months. You couldn’t help but soak in the looks on their faces; you had begun to feel as though this kind of joy was impossible now.
Rick stood up, tapping his fork against his glass. “It seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly.”
“He’s more than just our host.” T-Dog gleamed.
Daryl held his glass in the air. “Here’s to you, Doc, booyah!”
You held out your glass for a moment, slowly bringing it back towards your lips and taking a sip. Across the table, you noticed Shane, his brows furrowed as he was slumped in his seat.
Shane cleared his throat, sitting up straight. “So when are you gonna tell us what the Hell happened here, Doc? All the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?”
“Is this really the time for that?” You asked. “Can’t we just enjoy this moment?”
“Whoa, wait a second. This is why we’re here, right? This was Rick’s move—supposed to find all the answers.” Shane responded. “Instead we found him. Found one man, why?”
“Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left,” Dr. Jenner explained. “Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted.”
“Every last one?”
“No, many couldn’t face walking out the door. They opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time.”
“You didn’t leave.” Andrea whispered. “Why?”
“I just kept working, hoping to do some good.”
The room fell silent for what felt like forever, everyone taking in his words. If the members of the CDC had given up so soon, how were any of them to believe there was any hope?
“Dude,” Glenn spoke. “You are such a buzzkill.”
The rest of your meal was mostly spent in silence. Dr. Jenner then showed you to the dorms, everyone piling into their own rooms. He’d mentioned hot water, and you absolutely could not wait to have a shower.
You placed your bag on the bed, unzipping it and removing a hair brush. That was one of the things you’d kept close since the world ended. You could still remember your mother brushing your hair after each bath when you were a little girl, a small comfort that meant the world to you, especially now.
Grabbing a change of clothes, you headed into the small bathroom of your dorm.
…
Later that evening, you decided to leave your dorm, wanting to visit the rec room. You hoped there might be some good books there; it had been weeks since you’d finished the last one you’d managed to bring with you to the quarry.
You exited the room, your body instantly colliding with someone else's.
“Shit,” You mumbled, looking up. “I’m sorry.”
Daryl eyed you, opening his mouth to speak. He quickly closed it, taking a moment before finally deciding to respond. “It’s fine.”
“Is everyone else asleep already?”
He shrugged. “I haven’t seen anyone.”
You looked down, noticing a bottle of wine in his hands. He seemed to notice, letting out a sigh as he handed you the bottle.
“Thank you.” You smiled, taking a sip.
Daryl shifted his feet, his eyes locked on the floor. “What do you think about all this?”
You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Everyone abandoned this place.” Daryl spoke. “What does that tell you?”
“It tells me that he’s no closer to finding a cure than they were when the world went to shit.” You sighed, taking another sip before passing Daryl back the bottle. “Look, I’m thankful we have a place to sleep tonight, but I really don’t think we’re gonna get the answers we came here for.”
“You think we should’ve followed Shane’s plan?”
This question took you aback and you weren’t entirely sure how to answer it. In your head you felt this was a dead end, but you knew you’d have gone wherever Rick had wanted to go.
“I think it’s still an option.” You shrugged. “Sure, we’re low on gas but surely we can find some somewhere. Enough to get us all to Fort Benning. What do you think?”
Daryl looked confused. “What do I think?”
You nodded. “I mean, I know you probably still wonder where Merle could be. I know I would. If this place doesn’t work out how we wanted, would you come with us?”
There was a small silence between the two of you. “Maybe it’d be better if I didn’t.”
“Better for who?”
“In all this time I’ve been with this group, you’re the first person who’s asked where I stand.” Daryl confessed, taking a sip of the wine. “I think everyone would be better off if I just went to look for my brother.”
You couldn’t help but frown. “Like it or not, you’re one of us. You see things differently than we do, and sometimes, that’s a good thing. If you want to go, I won’t stop you, but I’d feel better if you stayed with us.”
A small smile crept across his face, though you could tell he was trying to hide it. “Even after this morning?”
“You saved my life last night.” You responded. “I get where you were coming from with Jim. I think we all do. Sometimes it’s just not so easy, you know?”
Daryl nodded, handing you back the bottle. “I’m gon’ head to bed.”
You nodded, watching him as he slowly disappeared down the hall. There was a calmness falling over you. For the first time since you’d met Daryl, you were beginning to believe there was some good he was hiding beneath the surface. As much as you felt awful for thinking it, maybe he was better off without Merle around?
The sound of a door slamming shut down the hall caught your attention. You knew it came from the direction of the rec room, so you slowly made your way over. When you placed your hand on the doorknob, you began to hear faint whispers.
“I love you.” Shane spoke.
“No, you’re drunk.” You froze, Lori’s voice catching you off guard.
“And I know there were some things that say that you love me, too. Because there’s no way that you could’ve been with me the way that you were.”
You could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. How had you missed this all this time? When did this even start?
“Shane.” Lori spoke. “Shane!”
“Just, stop.” He continued. “You love me.”
“Get your hands off me.”
“I love you. There’s nobody here.”
“Stop it!”
With that, you swung the door open, just as Lori scratched Shane’s neck. He pulled away from her, taking a moment before looking behind him; right at you. The silence was deafening, a million different things running through each of your minds.
“I think you should go, Shane.” You finally choked out.
Shane looked back at Lori for a moment, taking a deep breath before pushing past you and out of the room.
Lori’s eyes locked on to yours, her eyes filled with tears as she searched for the words to say. She wasn’t sure how much you’d heard.
You looked back in the hallway, making sure Shane was out of sight before you closed the door. As you stepped towards Lori, she tensed up, trying her best to keep her eyes on you.
“Are you okay?” You whispered.
Lori stood there for a moment, letting her feelings sink in. “I-I think so.”
You nodded. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”
“Y/N-”
“Please, don’t.” You whispered. “We don’t have to talk about it right now.”
In that moment, Lori knew that you’d heard enough. As much as you wanted answers, your main focus was getting her safely back to her room.
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AN: I didn't exactly plan to include that scene, but writing this chapter just slowly took me in that direction. It also sets up a lot for season two, including Reader's feelings about Shane and her internal conflict over if/how she should tell Rick. I won't get into spoilers with those plans, but you'll see later. The final chapter of season one should be out later this week. If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3
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Enter the Kombat Kids OC’s: Not everyone, just ones that I feel will show up more often.
This’ll probably be a long one.
Students and staff.
Kimberly Lane: Resident IT expert and the one with all the info on the latest drama and gossip. Acts as the unofficial relay point for Cassie and the gang whenever they need a refresher on high school drama. She has a feeling that there’s something up with them, but as long as they keep their deal she can move past the quirks. Has a habit of referring to people by last names. Considers herself and Jacqui to be “Acquaintances.”
Quote: “Information has a price Briggs, and so do I.”
Matthew Key: Top of the mathematics class, much to his chagrin. Has a habit of appearing in places you wouldn’t expect him to. Attracts pigeons somehow and visitors are afraid he’s attained a psychic link. Normally quite standoffish, he’s more respectful towards people who actually try to engage with him instead of just pigeonholing him (haha) into “Math whiz.”
Quote: “Just ignore the birds, they’re not too bad.”
Daniel Blum: Once one of Chris’s bullying cronies, Daniel split away from the group in tenth grade and started working to become a person he wants to be instead of blindly taking orders. He’s not perfect, taking anger management classes and sometimes struggles with saying the right thing at the right time, but there’s no doubt he’s mellowed out. Likes astrology and is always ready for a friendly competition with newfound friends.
Quote: “Look, people change. That’s all I’m saying. I mean, look at me.”
Teachers:
Mr Vogel: The school history teacher. A tough grader who appreciates when students put in extra effort. Isn’t fond of idle chatter/distractions. Is low key interested in the old Outworld and netherrealm invasions and wishes there was more real information.
Quote: “Those who failed know who you are and what you must do.”
Mrs Burch: One of the physical education instructors who can be either your favourite teacher, or make your PE class into a living hell. Cassie is one of her favourite students, just ahead of Jacqui, who impressed her with the goal kick of the century.
Quote: “So, any volunteers? Or am I going to pick one?”
Mr Forden: A music teacher. Usually easygoing and chilled, unless you clearly disrespect him. His class has a bit of running joke with him saying “Toasty!” in response to a students talent show performance, but he rolls with it.
Quote: “I don’t expect you all to make masterpieces, but I expect at least a little effort on your part.”
Soldiers:
Colonel Flagg: The “delivery driver” for the Kombat Kids missions. Cool headed and friendly, he’s one of the few soldiers who treats the team with respect instead of just tag along kids. Has a scar over his left eye from a BD mission.
Quote: “You four have fun. Bring back a souvenir if you can.”
Sargent Blake: A long standing member of the SF and one of the more vocal opposers to the “Next gen strike force.” Will refer to them as rookies but knows when to let his personal issues stand aside for a mission. Has tried arguing against the team, but lost.
Quote: “You’d best let the professional’s handle this.”
Colonel Chard: The fill in for Flagg whenever he’s off duty. He’s more bitter, especially in regards to Sonya, but is largely professional and respectful.
Quote: “She’s a hard person to please, but give it a whirl.”
Gemini: Another long standing member of the SF, Gemini prides herself on her technical expertise. Nowadays, she’s more than happy to see what Jacqui tinkers up to in the lab. More details on how I write her here.
Quote: “Knock yourself out.”
General adults:
Charleston Pesina: Owner of the “Mokap Mocha” coffee shop. Used to be a motion capture guy in Johnny’s films, now he lives the quiet life of coffee and teaching a karate class to kids who need it.
Quote: “It’s a boring life, but who says that a bad thing?”
Lily Price: Waitress at the “Grub Club” diner and the personal favourite of Cassie and friends. Gets extra tips by Cassie, even when she says it’s alright. Owns a pet frog, loves him with her entire heart and soul.
Quote: “What can I get for you four this fine afternoon? And, no, we are not hosting the nacho challenge anymore after last time.”
I hope you enjoyed? Keep in mind that there will most likely be more characters, these are just the ones I believe have the most prominence/necessary to be aware of.
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*clears throat* Ahhh no one asked for these, but I goaded @aspoonfuloffiction with them, and now they won't leave me alone. which I suppose I deserve. So ahh... Here's hot stay at home dad Gregory ft.Lucy feeling a little thirsty.
Gregory had been waiting to be able to do this costume, for a very long time. 6 years in fact, And Daphne and Anthony had flatly refused to let him use their children for it. But now he had his own baby And even Lucy had found it very hard to deny that Katie, all of three weeks old at her first Halloween, would look very adorable in what he had planned. The picture of Gregory smiling broadly, in his Mandalorian armor, helmet tucked under one arm, Katie in a Grogu costume in the other, ends up going a little viral from Lucy's instagram post. Lucy takes great delight in responding to some of the thirstier comments left on it with You're not wrong. The picture is the wallpaper on Lucy's phone for a very long time. And Lucy is a little annoyed that she hasn't yet been given the OK by the doctor for a more...vigorous appreciation of Gregory's costume.
It wasn't a secret that Lucy found her husband ridiculously attractive. What was surprising though was how much more attractive he seemed to be to her when he was holding their tiny baby. There shouldn't be anything sexually charged about her husband laying on the couch, their daughter on his stomach watching a movie. And yet... and yet... Lucy couldn't take her eyes off it. And now Obi Wan's going to zjooom Gregory said making a lightsaber noise in time with the television, swinging their daughter's arm in time with the noise. And he looked so happy, his hair rumpled, his stupidly adorable wire rimmed (Dad spectacles he called them) askew from Katie grabbing at them earlier, his tshirt stretched tight across his chest and arms bearing the words Yoda One for Me and god help her she just couldn't take it, heat rising to her cheeks. Greg it's time for Katie to take a nap. Gregory looked up a little startled Luce, can we please just finish Attack of the cl-? Lucy sighed Gregory you look ridiculously attractive to me at the moment are you going to keep questioning or let me take my clothes off for you? Gregory is off the sofa and up the stairs before Lucy can blink.
When Katie started preschool, Lucy had noticed that the other mothers had a certain... reaction to Gregory. She saw the way they eyed him when he bent to pick up Katie, roaring happily as his daughter giggled at being hoisted onto her father's shoulders, saw the way they cooed over the baby strapped to him, and Lucy really couldn't blame them but the poor Man had no idea. He'd never really had any grasp on just how attractive he was, how his cheeky smirk had made her heart want to burst out of her chest to get to him and now he had absolutely no idea that volunteering to go on field trips and baking for the class, and standing outside the school expertly fixing their daughter's hair was like catnip to women. And again, Lucy couldn't blame them, when she saw Gregory with their children, so happy and content to just be with the family they ha made together, it simultaneously made her heart beat out of her chest and do very filthy things to him. But that didn't stop the savage pride she felt when Gregory was called over to a group of giggling women at a PTA function, and he tugged her by the arm smiling charmingly and said Ladies, How are we today? Have you met my wife Lucy? Now you finally see why Katie's so beautiful! and the women eyed her despondently, smiles tight with a quick Hi and no, Lucy's not proud of the quite demonstrative kiss she gives him after he makes a rather impassioned speech about why they should be supporting girls in STEM. Well, Maybe A little.
And yes, on more than one occasion Lucy has caught the expectant looks that their range rover gets when she pulls into the car park. The mother's fluttering around to see the new baby only for them to visibly deflate when she steps out. Ugh save your energy Jacqui, It's Mrs. Bridgerton today Stephanie Green said and Lucy couldn't hold back her smirk as she said Don't worry Ladies, My husband will be back tomorrow, and he's bringing shortbread. And as she left she heard Jacqui mutter God she's a lucky bitch.
#tag yourself I’m jacqui#bridgerton and sons au#lucy x gregory#lucy abernathy#gregory bridgerton#glasses gregory lives rent free in my mind#lucy loves her nerdy boyf#Gregory is a hot dad don’t @ me#and Lucy had nine of his children so she is well aware#not an ask or an answer#I am just forcing my writing on people at this point
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Fix’er Upper - Pt 15
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Talk of past abusive relationship, swearing
Length: 1.2k
Notes: Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, keep the story rollin’. More plot, lack of smut, surprise guests, it’s all coming together now I promise. Since tags don’t work for me, like AT ALL, I’m going to attempt a posting schedule! Which is laughable if you know how I story-board. Every Tuesday night at 7pm MDT
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You needed to get laid.
No, not just laid. You needed to get fucking dicked down.
You needed it so hard and rough that you couldn't walk the next day.
It had been seven weeks. Seven weeks without an orgasm.
Sure, you'd tried to get off on your own fingers but after the delicious stretch from manual-labour-thickened digits how could yours ever compare? You had gone so far as to order a vibrator, something you’d never even consider for fear of getting caught, but your body always stalled out just on the cusp of an orgasm.
You needed Frankie and you were going to get him,
Date night was back on the table, and hopefully, you'd be getting railed on said table before the end of the night. Frankie had been very reserved when you'd brought up the idea of a sleepover for Annie, but once Jacquie had assured him for the fifth time that she knew how to take care of children, seeing as she had four of them herself, he had agreed.
The scheduled day had arrived, legs were shaved, an amazing meal was cooked, and a sweet little babydoll dress was purchased that you knew would drive him crazy. You even went the extra mile and set up your old record player and had Johnny Cash crooning at you from the living room.
Finishing the final touches, you surveyed the table setting, trying to decide between using your nice plates to complete the aesthetic or just putting down plastic so you could sweep the table clear and mount your boyfriend on it without fear of broken ceramic.
Finally deciding on the first option, presentation is everything after all, you were digging through your china cabinet when the doorbell rang. How formal of him, you thought to yourself, glad he was playing along with the unspoken mood you'd set for the night.
Opening the door, your gaze widened a comical amount and your jaw went slack. There was nothing in the world that could have prepared you for this.
"Close your mouth dear, before the flies get in."
"MOM?!"
It really shouldn't have shocked you, knowing the woman as well as you did, that she would show up unannounced like this. Ever since you'd let it slip that you and Frankie were in a relationship she'd been dropping hints that a visit was due, and you, not wanting to deal with her, had been blatantly changing the subject every time.
Then, Frankie had to go and tell her that an adorable little girl was now involved? That's not something she could ever resist, even if it wasn't exactly being offered to her.
Finally coming to terms with the fact that you weren't going to get railed tonight, and instead would be spending your week fending off your mother's well-meaning but entirely outdated advice, you opened the door wider and welcomed her into your home.
"Where's Dad?" You ask, glancing behind her onto the porch, noting a distinct lack of other vehicles. "Did you get a cab here?!"
"Sweetie, honestly, you know I don't like to drive and he doesn’t like to leave home," came her answer from your dining room where she was already adjusting your place settings to her standards. "Besides I wasn't sure how long you'd need me here for so I decided to fly and will just borrow your truck if need be."
So matter-of-fact, as if it was the simplest notion in the world, and said with such nonchalance, your mouth was back to hanging open again from the sheer audacity of the woman.
"Mom, no, wait, what?" You were floundering, completely at a loss for words. "Why would I need you here right now? I needed you when I was young, dumb, and blindly in love with Brad. I needed your guidance and concern when I was being manipulated-"
"Oh come on-" she tried to interrupt you with a wave of her hand.
"No! You keep trying to tell me he wasn't that bad but you weren't there. You didn't hear how he talked to me, how he treated me." You were over your shock, residual hurt and betrayal were now rearing their ugly heads. "Don't you shake your head at me! How dare you chose his side over mine! I was your daughter, your little girl," the words were getting stuck in your throat now, burning so hot with emotion you could almost see the pain they were inflicting as they landed on her ears. "and you chose to ignore the signs, the cries for help. You were only there for me when he died, but even then it was just to send your regards!"
"We really didn't know..." she answered in a small voice, so quiet it barely registered through the roaring in your ears.
"Denial, maybe? I don't think we could bear the thought of anything but a fairytale being true, so we willfully ignored the signs." She waited for a beat, probably giving you time to yell back at her but when you stayed silent she continued, "I don't think it truly sank in just how badly you'd been treated until you moved away. We thought quitting college was you just deciding you wanted to start a family. Then when you stopped calling friends and family, we hoped it was because you were making new ones. Then your weight loss and depression we blamed on infertility, and then again from the grief of his death." Lifting your head up and wiping away the tears that had streaked your cheeks, she smiled sadly at you while tears fell from her own eyes. "I'll never forgive myself."
"How could you not?" You sobbed, letting yourself sink onto a dining room chair.
Your mom tentatively made her way over to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and hugging your head to her stomach.
"Oh, Mom," you couldn't finish the sentiment, but you didn't need to. Springing up, you enveloped each other in a tight hug and rocked back and forth until the tears dried and your breathing was almost back to normal, save for the occasional hitch and sniffle.
Breaking apart, you were just about to ask if she wanted some tea when the front door flew open.
"Where's my pretty pus- oh! Oh."
"Frankie," you said calmly while your eyes screamed ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME at him, "this is my mother."
"So this is the handsome face behind that gruff voice!" God bless Margot and her ability to ignore the obvious, sometimes it actually came in handy. "And I suppose he's the second place setting for a lovely night I seem to have interrupted."
"Oh, no, Mom it's okay-"
"Nonsense! I'll check myself into the sweet little bed and breakfast I've booked for the week and see you both tomorrow!"
"It is nice to see you, Mom," you admitted, finding yourself meaning the words more than you expected to. "I'll meet you in town tomorrow and show you around?" Maybe having her here for a while would be nice, if the week went as well as tonight had, your relationship with her would be salvaged.
"You really don't need to do that, you just got here!" Frankie tried to reassure her, having noticed the red, swollen, tear-streaked faces and assuming there was unfinished conversation to be had.
You knew your mom was immovable once she had made up her mind, however, so you just followed her to the door and handed her her coat and your truck keys.
"Marvelous!" She pats your hand in thanks before a sly smile quirks her mouth up to the side and she winks, "Have a good night, Pretty Pussy!"
Part Sixteen
#frankie morales x f!reader#frankie morales x fem!reader#fankie catfish morales x f!reader#frankie catfish morales x fem!reader#frankie morales x you#frankie morales fanfic#fix'er upper
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Courting Tales #559
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0:06 - Bret Blackshear "Whiskey for Breakfast/Staten Island Hornpipe" from Fingers, Frets and Fire
2:18 - WELCOME
2:57 - Poitin Band "Sliabh Luachra Polkas" from Banks of Red River
Pronunciation: Sliabh Luachra - Shleeve Loo - kra
6:35 - Téada "Song - Oileán Dhún an Óir (feat. John C. Reilly)" from Coiscéim Coiligh / As the Days Brighten
Pronunciation: Oileán Dhún an Óir - Ill - awn Doon un Ore
Pronunciation: Coiscéim Coiligh - Kosh - kaym Quil - ig
10:21 - Old Blind Dogs "Knucklehead Circus" from Knucklehead Circus
15:38 - Niamh Parsons & Graham Dunne, Terry Clarke - Coyne & Tony Gibbons "Blackbirds and Thrushes/ The Musical Priest" from So Here's To You - Live in Vlissingen 2001
18:36 - FEEDBACK
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26:49 - Shillelagh! "Lish Young Buy - a - Broom" from A Turn of Fortune
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42:57 - Stone Row "She Moved Through the Fair" from Alignment
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56:00 - Willowgreen "Old Turf Fire" from Willowgreen
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All I Know Is I Can|Mortal Kombat|Cassie Cage x Reader|Part 2
A/N: There were several requests for a part 2 to this one, and another request for a Cassie x Reader, so I rolled the two into one fic. Hope you like it and it isnt terrible.
Warnings: same sex relationships, but if you’re already following me or searching this tag I’m guessing that isn’t a problem for you...
Word Count: 1325ish
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You, Cassie, and Jacqui had become close (mostly through teasing Jacqui about her not a relationship with Takeda that had been glaringly obvious to you the moment you saw them together) and you spent most of your time with them. They stared at you, less wide eyed than most, but still a little surprised when you explained your condition. When you were finished explaining, Jacqui shrugged and nodded, and Cassie gave you an impressed look.
You had been at SF for a couple of weeks now, getting acclimatized to the way things ran there. They were strict and rigid, in a completely different way that the “hospital” had been. Here they treated everyone with dignity and respect. It was something that you hadn’t experienced in almost a decade. It made you feel so safe. The three of you were sitting at the local coffee shop instead of going to the cafeteria on the premises, just to get away from the stiffness of it for a change. You don’t know why, but out here you kept looking over your shoulder, expecting to see someone from the “hospital”, even though is hundreds of miles away.
Cassie said something that was a very Cage thing to say. You giggled at it despite thinking that it was terrible. You thought Cassie was adorable. She could say anything and it would make you smile. Then you felt it and the smile that was on your face was wiped off in a second. The feeling like the life force is being sucked out of your body.
“Cas-” You tried to let them know an episode was coming, but you didn’t even get her whole name out before the air in you lungs was forced out of you but you couldn’t breathe back in. Your back muscles seized up and forced you to keel over backwards from the bench that you sat on and you fell to the floor.
Pictures started to flash in your head. “Get her notebook!” you heard Cassie’s voice almost like it was slowed down. You fought the impending black out, watching as Jacqui searched through your bag pulling out your book and a pen. Suddenly your right arm shot out and Jacqui got the items to you just in time before your hand shook rapidly.
Cassie had ran to the ground by your side and put your head in her lap. Your vision was failing but you could hear her voice, albeit slowed down, saying, “You’re going to be alright. I’m here.” and her hands running over the top of your head gently. Safe in her arms you allowed yourself to black out, letting the images fill your head.
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A group of SF soldiers. People that you didn’t recognize. They were setting up for a raid of some kind. A man motioned for others to go across a dark hallway, but as the men went, shots were fired at them, causing four of the men to fall to the ground, dead. Then a dark shadow-like thing oozed out of the ceiling and two men came down with it. One fought the men on one side of the hallway, and the other fought the soldiers on the other. But these two men moved mirroring each other. They killed all of the SF soldiers.
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“ “And that, boys,” yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, “is why you should never go for looks alone!” Ministry wizards were flooding onto the field to separate the veela and the leprechauns, but with little success; meanwhile, the pitched battle below was nothing to the one taking place above. Harry turned this way and that, staring through his Omnioculars, as the Quaffle changed hands with the speed of a bull’- Oh! You’re waking up.” Cassie’s voice started to ring in your ears before you opened your eyes.You blink them open, adjusting to the light of the room that you were staying in on the SF base. Did, she bring you back after...?
Cassie sat in a chair next to your bed. She was reading one of her books to you. You smiled when you saw her there. You really did feel safer and happier when you were with her. She put down her book and picked up your sketch book. Right. The soldiers.
“The soldiers, they’re gonna -” You tried to warn, but Cassie stopped you.
“Already dealt with.” Cassie interrupted. She opened your book and showed you the pictures your episode produced. The soldiers before they went across the hall. The gunned down soldiers that tried to cross. The ooze coming from the ceiling. And the two shadow men standing over the dead bodies of the rest of the soldiers. You looked back at Cassie, silently asking what was done about it. She smiled at your concern. “More soldiers were added to the mission. They will come around the back and handle whoever was shooting down the hall. The shadow men are Noob Saibot. Now that we know he will be there, we took counter measures.” She explained.
“Like what?” You asked.
“Really big-ass guns.” She all but laughed out. Cassie’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, and it made you blush.
“Thank you...for taking care of me.” You murmured, almost not wanting her to hear you.
“Of course.” She voiced, tilting her head down to meet your eyes that were looking at the floor. She was always goofy with you. Always trying to make you forget about your trauma and your condition. You couldn’t help but meet her kind eyes and smile at her. She was just too cute. “I’ll always take care of you Y/n.” she smiled back.
Your smile grew and you looked at her with awestruck admiration. You noticed her eyes examining you and repeatedly coming back to something on the lower part of your face. ‘Oh gods, I must have a zit...gross.’ You thought to yourself and you looked down to try and hide it.
To your astonishment, Cassie reached over and cupped your cheek, gently pushing your face up again. Your gazes met, and her blue eyes bore into you, like she was looking into your soul. Then she leaned in towards you and you were entirely caught off guard when you felt her lips press against yours.
Your brows shot up in such surprise. Your eye balls nearly popped out of your head when she leaned back. Your stunned expression made her laugh a little.
“I’m sorry.” She apologized quietly before shaking her head. “Just thought I’d let you know what you mean to me. It’s cool if you don-”
It was your turn now to interrupt her. During her words you managed to find your bearings. And almost as if your body acted of its own accord, you leaned over to her and pressed your lips to hers, this time causing her brows to shoot up in surprised. You pulled back and looked at her with a bashful face. When Cassie got over her astonishment she gave you a smug look.
“I knew you liked me more than a friend.” She affirmed. You chuckled smally looking at the ground for a moment before you looked back up at her and nodded.
“Good.” Cassie added as she picked up Harry Potter again. ���Now rest. You hit your head pretty bad at the cafe. Doctor says you should stay in bed for a couple of days.”
“Will you, um...st-stay with me?” You wondered out loud.
“Of course.” She said taking your hand in hers. You grinned, growing bold, you moved over in the bed and pat the spot next to you. Cassie gave you an amused expression, but came to sit next to you none the less. You rest your head on her shoulder. She turned and gave your forehead a kiss before opening up the book again.
“I’ve totally lost my place.” She laughed making you laugh too.
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What Lies Ahead: Part One
Season two, episode one (1/3)
Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader
Word Count: 3,991
Warnings: Slow burn, minor mention of character death, minor mention of attempted suicide, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, and such with possible typos.
Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it.
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MASTERLIST // TWD SERIES REWRITE
It was gone- they were gone, just like that. The images of the flames consuming the building were imprinted in your brain, replaying over and over again in your head like a broken record. You could barely keep your lids from closing as you stared out the window, still not knowing where you guys were headed. Nowhere was your best guess since Rick and everyone else believed you could make a home out of the C.D.C, even you were coming around on the thought. Now it was just a forgotten dream.
“Hey! Can ya finally hear me?!”
The sudden wash of all of the noises that were muffled flooded your ears and you whipped your head with startled eyes, staring at the irritated hunter. His knuckles were white as he held the steering wheel tight with anger, his body tense all over, and his eyes … they pierced through yours every time he would look at you other than the road. The crystal blues were cold and hard like ice, the glare feeling like he could see all of your insecurities and deepest regrets.
“What the hell were ya thinkin’?” Daryl furiously rasped, his southern drawl evident as he desperately wanted to fixate his gaze on you. You didn’t want to witness the look in his orbs any longer, so you blankly averted them back outside the window, not wanting to argue. It wasn’t like you had the energy too either.
“Hey, I’m talkin’ to ya!” he huffed as he roughly pushed your leg with his hand and that caused you to quickly shove it back.
“What do you want me to say, huh? That I wasn’t thinking? Or that I thought maybe, just maybe I could convince someone from taking their own life?” you yelled, boring your eyes into his stone hard ones that were slightly laced with shock as you lashed back.
You regretted the outburst as pain pulsed through your brain, making you wince and slowly rest your head back while you went back to looking out the window, you definitely had a concussion. Hopefully he would just drop it and leave you alone seeing how you were feeling, but the hope you had flew right out the window once he scoffed.
“Why would ya risk yer life for someone?” he bluntly asked, but you could sense he was judging what you did and that made you angry. Yeah, you normally didn’t care what people thought about you, but he wasn’t judging you, he was judging your choice.
“I did it everyday, so why stop now all of a sudden since the damn apocalypse started?” you joked coldly, still not tearing your eyes away from the scenery.
“That ain’t a good enough reason. Ya could’a died Y/n, blown up like the rest of them!”
“Good, then I wouldn’t have to be here,” you softly muttered, feeling a lump in your throat as tears began to surface. You didn’t really mean it, you didn’t want to die, not after you almost let the walkers kill you in your backyard, but you couldn’t refrain yourself from letting the words fall from your lips.
Daryl scolding you made you feel like a child, like you did something wrong and you definitely knew going back for Andrea wasn’t wrong. Yes, it was a risk, but if you hadn’t went back, she could’ve died and you would live with the guilt. It was selfish, but you didn’t need or want to feel anymore of that, you already had enough of it already. Hell, you felt guilty for not attempting to talk Jacqui out of it.
The ride was uncomfortable and silent, reminding you of when you were in the cubic van on the way to get Merle and the bag of guns, when you and Daryl barely knew or even uttered a word to each other. The last two days were even worse.
Since the argument, you took the first day to cool off and stay away from him knowing your emotions would betray you. You thought about what happened and felt terrible, you could’ve handled it better, not of said the things you said in the way that you did, but you still didn’t regret going back into that building for Andrea and Dale. He was just showing he cared in the only way he could, so you didn’t blame him, just surprised. How could a guy like him give a damn about you? He didn’t exactly care about anybody else except his brother and himself, so why you? Or maybe you were reading into things too much, he could just think you were dumb for going back in there and still not give a damn about you, just wanted to call you out on it.
The second day you awkwardly approached him after getting out of the RV on a stop, but he angrily paced off before you could apologize. It hurt that he wouldn’t even look at you and if he did, he would send daggers your way, but that was only when you were being spoken to by someone else or pitched in your input as the group were discussing plans. The plans being Fort Benning which you still weren’t very keen on.
Now you all had stopped near a couple of run down houses with a couple of cars littering the place to siphon the gas out of them since you were running on fumes. T-Dog and Daryl went to retrieve the gas while the rest of you transferred any belongings you all had in the vehicles that were going to be left behind into the ones you’d take.
“Hey, Y/N.”
You craned your neck over your shoulder to see Lori approaching you with a slight smile as you were placing some items into the back of Carol’s Jeep Cherokee. After putting the stuff in the trunk, you slammed it shut and wiped your palms on your jeans as you turned to face her.
“Would you mind helping me look through Daryl’s truck for anything to bring since he’s busy?” she questioned, pointing her thumb in the direction of said truck. All you gave her was a nod before walking towards the vehicle and searched for anything in the truck bed just incase while she rummaged through the backseat.
“Find anything?” you asked, striding over to Lori after turning up empty handed.
“Just your bag and gun,” she said as she handed over your belongings. Your eyes widened and you snatched the bag from her hands, frantically sifting through to make sure everything was there. When shit hit the fan at the C.D.C, your stuff was the last thing on your mind, honestly, you forgot all about it.
“How- how is this here? Last time I checked, I- I left all this in my room,” you stammered, trying to grasp that your knives, clothes, photo album and rifle was still intact and not a pile of ash.
“Daryl had handed it to me in a rush when we were leaving the C.D.C,” she trailed, stuffing her hands in her pockets and you knew by her body language she was getting uncomfortable as she was reliving the events in her mind, Jacqui and her seemed close. “I had placed them back into the truck at our first stop thinking you were going to ride with Daryl, but you chose to ride in the RV instead.”
Daryl had went back for your things? The thought of him running into your room and grabbing your stuff puzzled you, he could’ve saved himself the trouble and time and sprinted past your room, but he didn’t.
“Hey ladies,” T-Dog called with a grin, “time to head out.”
The both of you nodded, making you escape your thoughts and shut the door before heading to enter the RV.
“Hey, Y/N,” Rick said after placing his hand on your shoulder. “I know you like to ride motorcycles and is somewhat familiar with Daryl, wanna ask if you could ride with?” he inquired, gesturing his head over to the archer who was throwing his leg over his bike.
The idea would’ve seemed nice if things weren’t so tense between the two of you, so you disappointedly shook your head and continued up the stairs into the RV when the redneck’s eyes connected to yours.
After Shane entered the RV shortly after you did, you opted to sit on the floor, not wanting to talk to him or even make eye contact, you just wanted to be left alone. It was already uncomfortable enough for you to be in the same presence as him, so being beside or directly across from him would be worse.
You decided to sharpen and clean your machete along with your rifle and pistol to pass the time since you got bored of just sitting there, 125 miles was a long way to go, so might as well use the ride wisely. While you sat cross legged against the floor cabinets which faced the table Andrea and Shane sat at, you used the floor to set your weapons out in front of you and began wiping your machete and knives with a rag.
Shane wielded out his gun to clean as you were in the middle of sharpening your machete and knives. Once you felt satisfied, you moved on to your pistol and stripped it, setting the pieces on the floor around you.
“Looks complicated,” Andrea said, flickering her eyes between Shane and your hands as you were cleaning the barrel of your P99.
“The trick is getting all these pieces back together the same way,” Shane joked, causing you to roll your eyes and slightly smile. It was a bitch sometimes to put it back together, but you had more experience than him, so you were mainly finding his struggle funny.
He glanced over to you with a smile of his own and you looked up seeing the friend you knew all too well again, so you lightly nodded your head and he did the same. What he did wasn’t okay, but you felt like he regretted it … you just hoped forgiving him wasn’t a mistake. You still felt kind of uneasy to be around him, but it would just take some time. The two of you will never get back to how they used to be, but that didn’t mean you still couldn’t be friends.
“I could clean yours, show you how,” Shane offered before reaching into the bag to pull out Andrea’s gun. He aimed the pistol saying it was a sweet piece before the blonde said it was a gift from her father. He had given it to her just before her and her sister took off on their road trip.
Shane informed her more about her gun while you went back to your own to distract yourself from thinking of Amy or anything else. Just as you were about to piece your gun back together, the RV slowed down.
“Oh jeez,” Dale worriedly said, making you set the parts down and curiously stand up to see what the problem was.
You approached the front on the RV to lean on the back of Glenn’s seat to see cars sprawled out everywhere on the highway with their doors open, in the ditch, even a tractor trailer was on its side and they were all blocking the way to Fort Benning. Great, how were you going to get there now?
Glenn sighed and began studying the map for another way while Daryl drove towards Dale’s side of the RV. The older man questioned if he saw a way through causing the hunter to turn his head around at the chaos and nod before gesturing to follow him.
“Uh, maybe we should just go back,” Glenn nervously said. “There’s an interstate bypass-”
“We can’t spare the fuel,” Dale interrupted. He was right, there was no way for you guys to turn around and try a different route, you’d run out of gas by the time you got back on track.
Dale began maneuvering around cars as he followed Daryl down a clear path and it made your stomach turn as you saw how many abandoned vehicles were on the road. Some were flipped over and some had dead bodies still occupying them which made you wonder how all this happened, but at the same time you didn’t want to know. Everything seemed to go smoothly minus the scenery, but then a weird sound erupted from the hood of the RV before the engine started to sputter out smoke, just your luck. You sighed and pushed your palms into your eyelids knowing you’d have to stay in this shit longer.
Dale threw the door open and stepped out, “I said it, didn’t I say it? A thousand times, dead in the water,” he complained making you even more irritated. You really didn’t need to hear whining when you knew the matter of the situation, it just wasn’t going to help.
“Problem, Dale?” Shane said, his tone evident that he was feeling the same way you did.
“Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of-” he tailed off and you realized why when you witnessed Daryl reaching into the back of a car to scavenge. “Okay, that was dumb.”
“There’s a whole bunch of stuff we can find,” Daryl said as he continued looking through the truck. It sucked that you all had to stop because of a break down, but it was a good thing seeing how there could be more food and other survival gear you could have, plus loads of more gas you could siphon. You always said things do happen for a reason and maybe that started now.
“This is a graveyard,” Lori spoke up, tearing everyone’s attention away to her. You averted your gaze from her to the cars feeling remorse for what happened here, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t search through them because of it.
“I don’t know how I feel about this,” she quietly said, making you shake your head.
“It isn’t worth anything to them anymore. We aren’t going to pass up on an opportunity for more supplies just because people died here,” you said a little too harshly which made Lori stare at you in disbelief. “Sorry, I just mean we shouldn’t let that get to us. Yes, it’s a graveyard, but the stuff that we could find… could help us,” you softly encouraged, hoping she could see how you were perceiving the situation.
T-Dog started to walk off to fill up the gas can as Shane said to just look around and gather what you could, so you were going to do just that.
“Hold up, Y/N,” Rick said, stopping you in your tracks. “Could you be on lookout with me? I think there’s enough people going through the cars,” he softly asked.
“For sure, let me go get my rifle,” you said as you patted his arm while heading to the RV. Once you entered the vehicle, you quickly pieced your pistol back together and placed it back into your holster along with your knives in the other before grabbing your rifle.
As you were stepping down the stairs, you heard Glenn and Dale at the front of the RV trying to fix it. “Radiator hose clamp is always a flathead,” Dale instructed, handing the Korean the tool and a rag telling him to do it before he left. Glenn coughed as he inhaled the smoke and you snickered at the sight in which Glenn gave you a straight face causing you to grin as you went to fulfill your watch duty.
You leaned against the hood of a car as Rick approached and stood beside you, looking at Dale for confirmation if the area was clear since he was on top of the RV scanning with his binoculars. He assured it was all good as you stood up straighter and slung your rifle over your head and across your back before climbing onto the hood of the car to get a view and assist.
Dale pivoted around and stood there for a good minute until it seemed like something had caught his eye as he used his binoculars and you did the same with the scope on your gun in the direction he was surveying. A single walker came into your sights and you peered over to Rick to see if he saw it, but he was already staring at you on whether or not to shoot. You shrugged your shoulders not knowing whether or not to take it, but Rick decided to because he placed his arm through the strap on his gun to steady his aim and firmly gripped the rifle.
You peeked through your scope to watch the walker be taken down or at least take the shot if he somehow missed, but movement from the side caught your attention, there were two walkers. Rick and you looked at each other and he gestured for you to take the right and he the left, so you went back to aiming at the first walker that appeared. Before you could pull the trigger, a swarm of walkers came into view and you shockingly pulled away. There had to be about a hundred or so of them coming straight for you all.
“Oh fuck,” you mumbled before throwing your rifle over your back and carefully jumped off the hood of the car. Rick placed his hand on your back, ushering you forward as you both got down in search to warn the others.
Lori was in the middle of sifting through a trunk when Rick yelled in a whisper to get under the cars. She immediately got down and underneath once she noticed the urgent look on your faces while you said the same thing to Carl and Sophia. You strided over to the closest car and climbed under on your stomach, propping yourself up on your forearms before sliding your rifle to you.
The moans and groans became louder and louder as they came closer making you slightly tremble at the thought of them somehow finding you. Their feet shuffled past the car you were under and you slowly went for one of the knives in your holster just in case. Once your fingers met the hilt of a knife as you kept your eyes trained on their movements, you slipped it out and tightly gripped the handle, carefully shifting on your side and brought the weapon up, ready to strike if needed.
They continued to trudge along making it seem like it would go on forever until the groaning became distant and then nothing, it was silent again. You looked over to your feet in the direction they had came in and saw nothing, and you did the same in the way they went, still notta. Was it over? You didn’t know if you could trust yourself, so you glanced over to Rick who was checking if the coast was clear as well.
Just as you were about to crawl your way out, you heard sobbing mixed with screams along with growling. You whipped your head in the direction of the yelps to see a walker trying to get to Sophia. You didn’t hesitate on whether or not to go help her as you frantically stumbled out from underneath the car to go aid her with your knife still in your grasp.
Too many cars were in your way, but you could see not one, but two walkers still chasing her as she crawled under the highway guardrail. You sprinted and maneuvered your way around the vehicles until you saw a car right in your path alongside the rail, but you didn’t have time to avoid it, so you twisted your body and slid over the hood instead.
Before you could register that there was a hill, your hip slammed into the steel rail before you went tumbling down at great heights. After a couple of hard rolls and grunts while still holding your knife tightly, your back hit the solid ground and you winced at the impact of both the rail and ground along with your forearms stinging, but you ignored it and quickly got up, sprinting into the direction you saw Sophia went.
Sophia was still being followed and you pushed yourself harder, ignoring the burning in your lungs and the pain of the joints in your knees. You sprinted until you were about to collide with the walker in the back, so you leaped and lunged forward, taking the walker right down with you.
The two of you rolled twice before you ended up on the bottom, just your luck. It snapped its jaws at you, but you wrapped your hand around its neck before it could sink its teeth into your face. You grunted, turning your head away for a second to see where your knife had flown to and when you did find it, you knew it was no use since it wasn’t in arms length. Bringing your focus back onto the walker, you went to reach for the knives in your holster, but the walker’s hand was frantically waving around and you didn’t want it to get ahold of you.
You would have to get the upper hand before going in for the kill, so after a couple of attempts, you managed to grab the walker’s arm and used all your strength to push the walker off of you. The walker was now on the ground, so you placed each of your knees on its arms and pinned its neck with your hand before wielding out your knife, but just as you were raising your arm to strike, you thought about how you just cleaned your blades.
“Eh, I wouldn’t want to get them dirty because of something as rotten as you,” you half-heartedly joked as you stood up and before the walker could get up, you grabbed a nearby rock that wasn’t in your reach before and smashed the stone into its head.
You rapidly carried your feet after picking up your knife, trying to find Sophia or the walker that was chasing her, but you didn’t see or hear a damn thing. Once you felt like you couldn’t run anymore, you slowed your pace and came to a halt, bending over with your hands on your thighs, trying to catch your breath. In that moment, you noticed the color red on your arms, so you held them out in front of you knowing you didn’t get bit ‘cause you would remember, to see that cuts littered them. The realization hit you and you brought up your knife to see the tiny blades had your blood along their edges which made you loudly exhale. ‘Why didn’t you just let go, Y/N?’ you scolded yourself as you rolled your eyes, but a loud cry filled your ears and you began running again.
The cries kept getting louder as you grew closer to the little girl, but you still couldn’t tell where they were coming from as it seemed they were coming from all directions all of a sudden now. You slowly stopped once you felt an instant wave of dizziness and a pulsing headache wash over you, and placed your hand against your head trying to regain your vision back. Your ears started to ring loudly, overpowering the yelps and you brought your hands to the sides of your head as you fell to ground on your knees. The thumping of your head and the ringing in your ears made you wince and grunt, you wanted to scream badly, but you suppressed the urge and widely opened your eyes to see the world spinning before your hazy vision went black.
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MASTERLIST // TWD SERIES REWRITE
Thank you for reading! What did you think of this part? Any feedback is much appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts, criticism, suggestions, etc! If you’d like to be (un)tagged don’t hesitate to let me know!
A/N: Oof, that cliffhanger tho, you’ll just have to find out why she blacked out in the next part hehe.
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tagged by: nobody I’m stealing this lol tagging: No one. Just do it 💜
nicknames: Vikky, Mama (by kanoli and a few others asfhjjrfhkl 💜)
zodiac: Libra
height: 5′7
time: 6:18
favorite band / artist: Twenty One Pilots
song stuck in my head: Pure Gold by Earth, Wind and Fire
last movie i saw: Avengers Endgame
last thing i googled: "Swahili insults”
other blogs: @razorangz, @kxhnum and @tarkatxnbitch
do i get asks: ...unfortunately LMAO
why did i choose this username: Because Jacqui Briggs is cute as a button but she will bruise you up in five seconds flat
following: 350
average amount of sleep: 6-7 hours
what i’m wearing: a t-shirt seven times too big
dream job: Veterinarian
dream trip: I have always wanted to see Greece
favorite food: pickles
play any instruments: Former clarinet player lol
hair color: Blackish Brown
languages you speak: English,
most iconic song: Viva La Vida by Coldplay (makes me feel like a queen lmao sue me)
random fact: I take bubble baths with wine, candles and jazz for fun
describe yourself as aesthetic things: leggings, crossed out notes in cursive, keep calm and carry on merch, spiked chokers, messily painted nails and combat boots.
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hot dad gregory? anything? please? i really cant with this headcanon, its so precious. (also abc being like wtf when their little bro is considered the hot one is *chefs kiss*)
Ohhh Hot Dad Gregory? Truly, a wonderful man so wonderful that I got two asks for this, and I’m keeping them separate because I love and adore the idea of him just being his wholesome self, loving his wife and kids and all these mums are just like 😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Just gonna tags @aspoonfuloffiction as I know this is a special interest to theirs
“Gods here he is. the Bridgerton Dad is so hot.” Anthony heard a woman whisper to her friend as he passed outside the school, herding his children towards the door, and he couldn’t help but feel a little smug, a small smirk coming to his face as he past them.
“You are certainly not wrong Jacqui, ugh look at the way he’s done her hair, bless him.” Anthony did feel a little ridiculous as he preened this time. Kate had been largely responsible for Charlotte’s hair this morning after all, though it felt rude to correct these nice women.
“God, his wife does not know how lucky she is. Can barely get Dan to look at Jess before she goes to school. His wife told me he makes her breakfast in bed every weekend.” Jacqui replied, so Kate had been bragging about him, that was nice to know. Nice to know his efforts were being appreciated at home and abroad.
“Charli, get down from there!” He hissed at his daughter, currently attempting to scale the small statue of a lion outside the school, turning his attention back to the women feeling rather proud of his efforts and then,
“I tell you what, I was that glad when Jess was in the same class as Katie this year, so many excuses just to stare at Gregory.” Jacqui sighed, and Anthony nearly fell over. Gregory? These women were standing around clucking over Gregory?? That didn’t sound right. Anthony scanned the crowd and saw his brother across the courtyard, Katie on his shoulders humming happily to her, his other children running around them happily in a little ring. He had to admit, it was rather cute, but he was Greg. These women obviously hadn’t seen him.
“Morning ladies!” He called out brightly, smiling as charmingly as he could manage in his slightly taken aback state. And then women barely even glanced at him as they muttered their responses, because Gregory had picked up Richard, thrown him in the air and caught him, grinning happily.
What on earth?!
“Hi ladies!” Gregory called out to the same group, noticing their stares, “Jacqui are we ready to kill it in reading groups today? Katie and I were practicing all night!” And Jacqui nearly expired.
“Kate, I’ve just dropped the kids off and you will never guess who everyone was staring at!” Anthony hissed to his wife on the phone the second he was in the car. Kate sighed,
“Was Gregory’s fan club out today?” Kate said, her voice full of amusement, and then “Hey, Lucy, Anthony’s just discovered Gregory’s fan club!” She called out, Lucy’s laughter echoing through the phone seconds later.
“Oh the poor man has no idea, he thinks they’re just being friendly.” Anthony was gobsmacked.
“I’m hot!” He couldn’t help himself from saying indignantly, feeling rather petulant as he did so, “Kate, objectively I’m a hot dad right?” His wife’s momentary silence was deafening.
“Of course, Honey. Very.” She said placatingly though Anthony could hear Lucy’s laughter for several minutes.
Anthony spent the rest of the day in complete disbelief.
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Heya! Once you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this on to 10 of your favorite followers
Oof okay fine
1. I like how good I am at choosing friends because my friends are actually the best
2. I like that I can get really passionate over some things I guess
3. I'm actually a little smart so that
4. I'm gonna add in a physical thing - I like my eyes
5. Uhhhh idk I guess I'm pretty accepting so
I don't have favorite followers I love them all so I'm just gonna tag as many people as I can
@macaroni-0verlord @lunalovegoodhasbeenjawnlocked @call-me-cosi @random-pile-of-fandom-trash @the-goood-kush @randomfandoms153 @kevin-the-lil-anon @bone-milk-anon @laurensisbetterthanjefferson @poptarts-have-feelings-too @aliciatulp @allycat31415 @secretgayygent (I just love that name) @apatheticanvas67482 @shejustcalledmeafish @jacquie-wrote @biggest-goldiest-fish (hello my child) umm heck who else idk I'm sure I'll remember other people later and add onto the list
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Fix’er Upper Pt 2
Pairing: Eventual Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader
Length: 1.5k words
Warnings: Too many commas, some extra ‘u’s in words as I’m Canadian..., not enough time spent world building. Hope y’all got an imagination.
Notes: They meet! They meet! (Tags at the end.)
PART ONE
The morning sun saw Frankie already awake and amidst his trees. He knew that most people thought him stubborn by wanting to run his little orchard himself. He had heard the whispers, seen the side glances, the quirked eyebrows. The odd reputation he was gaining was worth the solitude and peace he had found.
The reputation of Town Recluse was better than That Ex-Cokehead Murderer. A small part of his brain knew that he was being too hard on himself but a larger part was convinced he deserved it.
So, he worked his penance here. Frankie nursed the trees back to fruition, his sweat and blood sacrificed to bring forth life; refusing to use pesticides or any form of agent that might harm another living thing. Deer, rabbits, mice, and bugs were the bane of a harvester’s business but Frank had decided to find joy in their presence. If he didn’t have to see another death until his own, that would still be too soon.
It had taken him three years to get anything more than a few barrels of apples. Most asked why he didn’t just cut them all down and start anew. They didn’t understand, hell he barely did, but in his soul, Frankie knew he needed to prove that he could do good. He had made his own baskets, built sheds, mended fences, and slowly built the business and a small loft for himself in the old barn.
Looking down the rows and rows of trees, Frankie was starting to get the feeling he might need help this harvest season. It wasn’t easy for him to acknowledge this but if he didn’t get at least one helping hand, more than a few bin-fulls would go to waste. Frankie decided he would put up a flyer on the notice board the next time he went to town and pray that only quiet people would apply.
The trees were his pride and joy. A variety that had been lost and forgotten until he had bought the aging orchard and a man named Tom Brown had come along asking about the fruit.
He felt at peace when he worked as it let his mind focus on the job at hand and was tired enough to slip into a deep slumber at night. Previously plagued by nightmares, long days of pruning, fixing, or working in the mill proved the cure for a dreamless sleep.
“I’m sorry, how much did you say the total was?” you asked while rapidly trying to do some math in your head. If you purchased everything you needed at the hardware store that would only leave you forty-seven dollars left in this week’s budget. And it was only Monday. “Ermm, on second thought, I don’t know if I really need the plaster and trowel just yet. I’ll just take the drywall and screws, please.”
Leaving the store, head down, you were feeling like such an ass you didn’t even notice the two older ladies watching your exit and whispering madly to each other. The owner of Hank’s Hardware, whose name was oddly Allan, kindly helped you pile the drywall into your truck box. You were too busy with the tie-downs to notice him join in on the developing whispered plot.
Unable to resist, you purchased a bouquet of sunflowers. They were your favourite and, once you mentioned that you were new in town, the sweet older gentleman selling them gave you an extra bunch for free. The bright flowers lightened your heart enough to almost, almost, make you forget your even lighter wallet.
The laden-down truck was nearly out of town when you spotted an open-air market down a side street. It had a surprising number of booths set up and looked so welcoming that you couldn’t resist.
Slowly walking between the stalls, you smiled at each vendor and complimented their handiwork. A few you recognized and thanked for the delicious foods they had brought by when you had first moved in.
You wished you could have supported more of the vendors, you respected their ability to create and be confident enough to share their wares. Taking one last look around, your gaze was caught by a familiar logo: it was the same one you had seen scattered across your porch a few weeks ago. ‘Catfish Cider’ in bold script framing a picture of a gnarled old tree. Maybe you should buy some and have Jacquie over for a less depressing girl's night? But could you afford it, even with leaving behind some of the reno items at Hank's?
You didn’t realize how long you had been standing there staring at the display until a voice called out.
“You gonna buy something or just wanted to block off my stand?”
Whipping your head up you noticed the man standing behind the stand for the first time. His face, for the moment, set into a grimace you assumed was due to him being upset at your loitering.
“I dunno,” you fired back, annoyed by his annoyance and too tired to stop yourself from saying a bratty, “is it actually worth the money?”
His grimace turned into eyebrow-raising shock, the tan skin of his rather attractive face reddening a shade or two with anger.
“Oh, you have such a discerning pallet to know better?”
“I- what? No! I just want to make sure I’m spending my money on something worthwhile.”
“Like flowers?” He challenged, his stance widening and arms crossing across his chest.
You’d seen that pose too many times in the past; Brad used to tower over you posturing himself just like this asshole at the market. He liked to hover over you menacingly any time you had mustered up your courage to state an opinion or to belittle your ideas. It made you inwardly flinch, making you angry at yourself for still acting like a meek victim, and then, in a show of great maturity, you projected that anger onto the stranger who initiated the exchange.
“Like it’s any of your business!” You cried out in a shrill voice you didn’t even recognize as your own. “But yes, these flowers make me happier than anything else I’ve seen today could.”
“I’ll have you know-” he ground out, jabbing his finger at you.
“Nope!” You interrupted him, “I’m going to stop you right there. I’m done listening to men like you!”
“Men like me? Men like ME?” He crowed, “Pray tell, what the hell do you know about men like me?”
Had you been acting like a functioning adult you might have realized that your voices were beginning to get noticeably loud. A small crowd around the two of you had stopped what they were doing to listen while also trying to look like there weren’t eavesdropping.
“I know all I need to,” you proclaimed, not quite able to stop the tremble in your voice. “and I’m not going to waste any more of my life listening to one.” With that, you sharply turned and made your way through the suddenly thick crowd of people.
Once the adrenaline from your encounter had worn off, you found yourself crying in your truck and regretting the way you had snapped. The hot guy at the stand might have been a bit brash with you but he hardly deserved you taking out all your inner turmoil on him like that.
Frankie winced again, thinking about how quickly out of hand the conversation had gotten. His remark was supposed to come out light and teasing but he was out of practice talking to people. Pretty people. People who were framed by armfuls of sunflowers, whose skin glowed in the Autumn sun, who had a ready smile for everyone she talked to.
He had found himself craving one for himself, and when she had stopped at his booth, looking lost in thought, he silently begged for her to look up. Impatient, he just blurted out the first words that came to his head and instantly regretted even trying. His cheeks grew red from embarrassment and Frankie just stood there looking at her blankly, not sure how to salvage the situation.
Before he could open his mouth to apologize though, the woman responded with a retort of her own. While it could have been interpreted as teasing, there had been a fiery glint in her eye that had pushed his pride button. Frankie was suddenly ready to throw down or at least regale her with the accolades of his cider and how it came to be.
What a mess he had made. He had riled up the beautiful stranger to the point her voice had wavered with barely repressed emotion. Not to mention the stir he had caused in front of half the town.
Once the market quieted down and everyone was closing up shop, Greg from the stall next to his, called over, “Know who that was?”
Even though it had been over an hour since the spat, Frankie knew he was referring to the woman with the sunflowers.
“Hopefully just some Leaf Peeper, I’d hate to run into her again.”
“Oooooh I dunno,” mused Greg, “A woman with passion in her blood like that can be a boon to crusty old men like us.”
Frankie noticed the gleam in Greg’s eyes and felt an odd burning in his stomach because of it. It was not jealousy at the unbidden image of Greg and the woman together. Definitely not.
PART THREE
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Thanks @heyemily1331 for tagging me :)
Rules: fill out the information & tag five followers
Name: Jacquie
Star sign: Cancer
Gender: Female
Height: 5′9 - I know I’m tall lol
Sexuality: Straight as an arrow
What image do you have as a wallpaper: I honestly don’t know ... let me go look * a few seconds later* a blue and pink and purple sky
Where do you see yourself in ten years: More settled with a clearer path maybe a little love thrown in the mix ... definitely happier than rn
If you could be anywhere else right now, where: On a sunny, grassy hill with a nice breeze
What was your coolest Halloween costume: Emma Swan ... cause shes freakin’ Emma Swan
What’s your favorite 90s show: Basically almost all of the Nicktoons from that era
Last kiss: With a boy on a bench in a park surrounded by christmas lights :) I’m not even kidding this 100% actually happened
Have you ever been stood up?: Yes and its not fun so guys .... just be honest its the right thing to do
Have you ever been to Las Vegas?: No but its on the list
Favorite pair of shoes: I dont actually own them but theres these platform boots from BCB - insert heart eyes here
Favorite fruit: Strawberries
Favorite book: Wuthering Heights
Stupidest thing you have ever done: Called a restaurant, got a LIVE PERSON, and then proceeded to ask if they were open and still serving food. I’m mocked till this day.
Favorite gif:
I tag @sinceriouslyfitzsimmons @letsgostealaleverageblog @mrbenwyatt @wedlakeserenities @peggysousss
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Waltzing's for Dreamers, Chapter 13 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).
Title: Waltzing's for Dreamers
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: adult language, angst. Allusions to Carol/Other.
Characters/Pairings: Daryl Dixon, T-Dog, Noah, mentions of Beth Greene, Sophia Peletier, Carol Peletier, Merle Dixon, Karen, Enid, mentions of Noah/Beth, Jacqui, Jacqui/T-Dog, past Merle/Karen, past Carol/Daryl, original character.
Waltzing’s for Dreamers
Seven years after Vegas. Middle of March.
His mouth tastes like ass.
That’s the first thought that coalesces in Daryl’s sludge-ridden brain when he fights his way back to consciousness. His mouth tastes like ass—hairy ass—with an undercurrent of Jack and…wait a damn minute. Just when did he board a fuckin’ Tilt-a-Whirl? Suddenly finding himself spread-eagled on the rottin’ porch, squinting into the too-bright morning sun and trying to figure out why the kid from his last period is looking at him like he’s a member of the undead, he groans. Tries to sit up but that just spurs the jackhammer battering against the confines of his skull to maximum and shit. Is that T kicking at his boots? Tossing a grease-soaked bag in his general direction with a smile that’s more pitying that anything?
“I’d offer you hair of the dog, but…”
He opens up the bag and takes an experimental sniff. Winces when his stomach rolls like he’s trying to surf a ten-story wave with a kid’s piece of shit boogie board and sets the offering aside. Notices the stray that’s been haunting the place since his first night back lurking in the yard, big brown eyes peering out from beneath an overgrown crepe myrtle bush, and grumbles. “Man, don’t even.”
“Just saying. You two looked plenty cozy to me,” T says. His grin a little more genuine as he falls back into his old pattern of trying to wrestle a matching smile from Daryl’s reluctant lips. “Right, Noah?”
The teen smirks. Ducks his head and mumbles something indecipherable beneath his breath as he wisely leaves the two of them alone.
T shakes his head and offers him a hand. “Kids these days.”
Daryl lets him pull him to a sitting position but waves him off from doing anything more. In response, his old friend plants himself on the porch beside him and with the farmhouse’s weathered wall at their backs and a grove of towering pecan trees beyond the crumbling stone pathway, the tire swing swaying in the breeze, they lapse into a familiar sort of silence. Just let each other be while they gather up their thoughts because it’s been a long time. Too damn long. Eventually, he just has to know. “How’d you know where to find me?”
“Kids these days,” Dog repeats. “They talk.”
“What kids?” Daryl asks, even though he has a pretty good inkling who before the question has fully left his mouth. The boy? Noah? He’s a quiet sort, much like he’d been that age. Observant. And the little Greene girl that never strays too far from his side when she can help it? Well, she ain’t loud exactly. Not in your face confident like far too many of her little jerk classmates are, but she notices things, too. Seen his truck coming and going as he passes her daddy’s farm every day. Talks and knows some people that know some people and they talk, he’s sure. Which leads him to wonder. “Carol know?”
“That you bought this old place? Don’t think so. That you got trashed last night? Probably, considering the way things went down between you and Soph yesterday. Those two are tight. ‘Specially since you…”
“Go ‘head. Say it. Ain’t like I don’t know I’m an asshole.” He picks at his thumbnail. Sighs as he tries to bury the all-too-fresh memory of the words ‘Phia had thrown at him like knives. It’s an impossible task. Because even now, he’s bleeding from the cuts. Don’t know if he can stop the seeping before it becomes a hemorrhage. Don’t know if he should even try because ultimately? She’s not wrong. No matter his reasons—reasons he’d once held to be valid and honorable—he’d still left. Still broken the promises he’d made and hell. He don’t want to think about it because all he can picture is her pretty little face. Fierce and tear-stained as she’d landed gut punch after gut punch and as much as it’d hurt. As much as it still goddamn hurts, he can’t help but be proud because she’s got her mama’s back just as much as Carol’s got hers and it’s a thing of fuckin’ beauty, those two. No. Those three, he reminds himself. Feeling his throat close up and make it even harder to force the next words out. “I left. Abandoned them. Right to hate me. Don’t blame ‘em.”
“They don’t hate you.”
“Do,” he insists. “Know what she said to me? I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead ‘cause no way would my daddy leave me. How the fuck does she not hate me, Man?”
T takes his time answering and he looks just as torn up as Daryl feels. “Soph. Carol, too. They’re hurt. There’s a difference,” he tells him. “That woman hated you, she wouldn’t have cared enough to check on you.”
“Carol called you?” Hope flares in his chest. Instant and bright before it fizzles away because there’s that look again. The one full of sympathy that looks more like a grimace than anything. That look told him she cared, yeah. But not enough to outright refuse another man’s ring. Put his back on.
“Went about it roundabout. Reached out to your brother. Then his crusty white ass called me,” T finally admits.
“Merle?” Daryl scoffs. Immediately regrets it when the pounding at his temples resumes. “Merle called you?”
“Shocked me, too.”
“He’s changed.”
“Sounded like it.”
“Got himself a girl. Enid. Same age as ‘Phia. Little older. Real wiseass.” Something resembling a laugh sneaks past his lips. “Thought she got it from Merle but Karen ain’t all sugar sweet neither.”
“Reckon she wouldn’t be, getting with the likes of Merle,” T-Dog chuckles.
“Reckon you’re right,” Daryl admits. He notices the kid out in the yard, trying to coax the mutt out of its hiding spot and into the open. Swears beneath his breath and earns himself a frown from the man beside him in the process. “What? He makes friends with the damn flea bag, I’ll never get rid of it.”
“You feeding it? Don’t even try to tell me you’re not. Man, I seen that bag of food in the back of your truck. You done splurged on the good stuff. Might as well start thinking up names.”
“Pfft.”
“Think I’m kidding.”
“Stop,” Daryl mutters. Resting his head back against the wall with a groan. Letting his gritty eyes drift closed as a hard-fought smile twitches at his lips. “How you know the kid?” he asks after a while.
“Remember Jacqui?”
His brow furrows in thought. Eventually, he nods. Eyes still shut against the beaming sun. “Yeah.”
“Noah’s her cousin’s boy. The one that lives up in Virginia? Anyway. They’ve been having trouble up there with a gang. Calls themselves the Wolves. His mama thought he might have a better chance of it making it down here in sleepy little King County. She just didn’t figure on him falling into puppy love. And I’m not talking about your furry friend over there. Get my drift?”
“The little Greene girl?”
“Beth,” T confirms. “Lives down the road a mile or so. When the kid found out I was coming here, he up and volunteered to tag along.”
“Bet,” Daryl remarks. Fumbling for the forgotten takeout bag when his stomach grumbles. Pulling out a biscuit and unwrapping it, taking first a small, careful bite. Then a much bigger bite when his stomach don’t rebel completely. “Still don’t really explain how you know the kid. Unless you and Jacqui…” The shit-eating grin on Dog’s face answers the unasked question for him and he lowers the breakfast sandwich to his lap. Wraps it and the bag back up and tucks it away for later. “You and Jacqui? Really?”
“What you mean really?”
“Nothing. Just thought you two were friends.”
“We were. We are. I’m here to tell you, Man. Sometimes those old sayings? They’re true. Friends really do make the best…”
“That’s alright,” Daryl cuts him off. “Get it. I do. M’happy for you.”
“Thanks. Appreciate it. Happy for you, too.” When that comment earns him a raised brow, he clarifies. “Happy you came to your senses and finally come home.”
“Well,” Daryl mutters as he watches him stand. Dust off the seat of his pants. This time when he offers him a hand up, he takes it. Does the same. “Might be the only one.”
“Don’t do that, Man.”
“Do what?”
“Throw yourself a pity party. Own your shit.”
“Own my shit?” Daryl echoes. “You don’t even know the half of my shit.”
“Doesn’t matter. Still the only way you’re going to be able to work toward making things right.”
He’s right. Course he is. Don’t make the words any easier for him to say. It just isn’t the Dixon way. So he dips his head in deference. Casts his gaze to T’s own truck, laden down with all the tools of his trade and an idea starts to form as he looks over the ramshackle old farmhouse. One that the other man reads all over his face, no words necessary. Sighs but offers to shake on it all the same.
“Gonna take lots of work. Hard work. Carol and those kids, though?”
“They’re worth fighting for.”
#The Walking Dead#Caryl fanfiction#Caryl#Carol x Daryl#stuff that I write#Waltzing's for Dreamers#aka What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas fic#Daryl Dixon#T-Dog#Noah#mentions of Sophia Peletier#Carol Peletier#Merle Dixon#Enid#Karen#Beth Greene#Jacqui#Noah x Beth#T-Dog x Jacqui#past Merle x Karen#allusions to Carol/Other#adult language#angst
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Tagged by @theprincessed 💕 💕 💕 💕
rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people
— what was your last…
1. drink: Tea 2. phone call: Work 3. text message: My mam 4. song you listened to: Joyride - Roxette lol 5. time you cried: Sunday
— have you ever…
6. dated someone twice: No 7. kissed someone and regretted it: Yes 8. been cheated on: No 9. lost someone special: Yes 10. been depressed: Yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Yes
— fave colours
12. Pink 13. Purple 14. Red
— in the last year have you…
15. made new friends: Yes! 16. fallen out of love: No 17. laughed until you cried: Yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: No 19. met someone who changed you: No 20. found out who your friends are: Yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: No
— general
22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: All of them 23. do you have any pets: One rabbit named Gus 24. do you want to change your name: No 25. what did you do for your last birthday: Breakfast in Cinderella’s castle, afternoon at the doctors, Halloween fancy dress party at the Magic Kingdom 26. what time did you wake up today: 5.30am for work 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping 28. what is something you can’t wait for: The 3 holidays I have coming up 30. what are you listening to right now: Shameless (US) on Netflix 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yes
32. something that’s getting on your nerves: Me
33. most visited website: Here/AO3 34. hair colour: Brunette, with purple 35. long or short hair: Long
36. do you have a crush on someone: Yes
37. what do you like about yourself: My hair 38. want any piercings: No 39. blood type: A…I think 40. nicknames: Jacqui, Jac, J 41. relationship status: Ask again later 42. sign: Virgo 43. pronouns: she/her 44. fave tv show: Psych 45. tattoos: None 46. right or left handed: Right 47: ever had surgery: No 48. piercings: Ears 49. sport: To do or to watch? Swimming to do. Ski Cross to watch. 50. vacation: Favourite? Next? I’m going to London/Prague/Vienna/Paris in 10 days 51. trainers: I have some.
— more general
52. eating: Custard Creams 53. drinking: Tea 54. i’m about to watch: Another episode of Shameless (US) 55. waiting for: My new phone
56. want: Holiday 57. get married: Yes 58. career: Railway Engineer
— which is better
59. hugs or kisses: Hugs 60. lips or eyes: Eyes 61. shorter or taller: Taller 62. older or younger: For what? 63. nice arms or stomach: Arms 64. hookup or relationships: Relationships 65. troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant (i guess?)
— have you ever
66. kissed a stranger: Yes 67. drank hard liquor: Yes 68. turned someone down:Yes 69. sex on first date: No 70: broken someone’s heart: Maybe 71. had your heart broken: Yes 72. been arrested: No 73. cried when someone died: Yes 74. fallen for a friend: Yes
— do you believe in
75. yourself: Sometimes 76. miracles: No 77. love at first sight: No 78. santa claus Sometimes 79. angels: Sometimes
— misc
80. eye colour: Grey 81. Best friend’s names: @boomboxgeneration, @hils79, @theprincessed, @missingenough & @clumsykisses 82. favourite movie: Some Like it Hot 83. favourite actor: Robert Downey Jr
84. favourite cartoon: Daria 85. favourite teacher’s name: Maria Perella
If I tagged you in this post you should do it. Except Dani, who has already done it.
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Witchcraft: Part 6
Daryl Dixon x Fem OC
The Camp
"Why'd we stop?" Daryl asked groggily, lifting his head from where it rested against the truck door window, looking around skeptically before gazing between Merle and I, "You know these people?" I couldn't help but laugh softly; he didn't seem so tough when he was this tired. "The hell you laughin' at?" He challenged, rubbing a hand down his face, which only made me laugh more.
"Never you mind," I sneered at him playfully, "We should probably go talk to these people before they start to get too suspicious," I thought out loud, noticing some of the people start to slowly approach the truck. "Come on, move over," I tapped Daryl's leg lightly, ushering him out of the truck, "We gotta make a good first impression, so watch your mouth, man," I eyed Merle playfully before hopping out of the truck after Daryl, swinging my backpack onto my back.
"Someone mind tellin' me where the hell we are?" Daryl asked again, getting a bit frustrated as Merle joined him at his side.
"Looks like we're gonna find out, brother," Merle said as he watched me walk up to the middle aged man that had approached the truck, followed by a young Asian man and a blonde woman. The two brothers hung back, listening closely to the words exchanged between the three strangers and I.
"You three come from Atlanta?" The older gentleman asked, "We've been calling out with the radio all morning hoping to reach people, but no luck so far," he informed me with a sigh.
"Yeah, you guys are the first people we've seen since we put this camp together," the Asian man added, looking at each of us thoughtfully.
"Well, I'm from a small town outside of Atlanta, but I met these two on the way up here after I got separated from my sister and my nephew," I said, motioning to the two brothers behind me, "I'm Mackenzie and their names are Daryl and Merle," I introduced us us with a smile.
"My name's Dale," the middle aged man held his hand out for me to shake, "It's nice to know there are more people out there," he smiled.
"I'm Glenn," the Asian man smiled at me, "And this is Andrea," he introduced the blonde woman next to him as she smiled and waved at the Dixons, who nodded in return.
"Why don't you come meet everyone," Andrea offered, giving me a kind smile, "I think there might be someone you'd like to see," she said, waving me over.
I looked behind me to see the brothers give me another nod, "Go on, we'll catch up," Daryl assured me, "Just got some questions 'bout this place," he said, looking to Dale as if he was asking permission, earning a nod from both him and Glenn. I gave Daryl another smile before jogging to catch up with Andrea.
"So how many people are here?" I asked her, excited to see more people after everything I'd been through the day before, "And who is it you think I'd want to see?" I was both curious and cautious. This woman did't even know me, but anything was worth a shot at this point.
"Just keep walking," Andrea laughed, leading me around the corner of a huge RV to see a group of even more people, "There's a boy here that just hasn't stopped talking about his aunt Kenzie," she trailed off as she looked around for someone specific, "And I thought that might be you," she looked at me with kind eyes as she pointed to a young boy, who I immediately recognized to be Carl.
My eyes started to tear up as soon as I saw him, which made it exponentially harder to get any words out as I tried desperately to call his name, "C-Carl? Carl, oh my god," I started laughing almost as fast as I had started crying when his wide eyes met mine.
"KENZIE!" He all but yelled as he broke into a run, crashing into me as I held him tight in my arms. I sank to my knees, clutching Carl as tight as I could. I know it had only been a couple days, but I missed this kid more than anything.
"Mackenzie? Oh my god, Mack, is that you?" I heard Lori call from a distance before she broke into a run, "I thought we'd lost you, I thought you were gone, I didn't know what to do- a-and Shane just said we should keep moving, I didn't-" Lori cut herself off as she sank to her knees and joined Carl and I in a mushy pile of relief. I didn't even care how ridiculous I must have looked in front of all the people I hadn't even met yet, I was just glad to have my family back.
"What happened out there?" I managed to gain enough composure to ask Lori through my sobs, "I came back and you guys were just gone, I didn't know what to think."
"I'm so sorry Mack," Lori apologized through tears, "It got bad so fast, I tried to get Shane to go look for you before we left, but we had to keep moving," she explained, guilt evident in her voice. Picking up on this, I put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in closer yet again, letting her know I understood. "How- How did you get here? Is everything okay?" she asked me, slightly worried.
I nodded swiftly, a smile present upon my face, "I met two guys, Daryl and Merle, they let me tag along and we ended up here after driving for ages," I reminisced, laughing lightly, "I guess I really owe them, don't I," I joked, earning a laugh from Lori and Carl. We were savoring this moment, as we figured they'd be few and far between from this point on.
The sun had finally set after a long day of meeting new people at the camp and we were all sitting around a fire, talking and learning more about each other. Dale was a nice and helpful man who kept watch over camp and did anything he could when it came to helping around the community. Glenn was a young Asian man who took pride in being quick on his feet and a fast problem solver, as he often went on runs into Atlanta by himself. Andrea and her sister, Amy, were relatively quiet, but sweet, and were very close to each other. I vaguely remember Ed, Carol, and their daughter Sofia from the crowded highway, but I couldn't quite figure them out yet. T-Dog was an incredibly sarcastic man, who I personally hit it off with, as sarcasm functions as a second language for me at this point. Jim and Jacqui were by far the quietest members of the camp, but they seemed like nice people so far. Finally, Morales and his family were pretty quiet as well, but from the looks of it, Lori and Carl had become quite close with them, which was good enough for me. Of course, the only thing that really mattered to me was that I'd found Lori and Carl again. As for the Dixon brothers; I guess everything seemed to check out here, because they decided to stay as well. Everything was looking up, that is, until Shane decided to open his mouth. If I had a bad feeling about him before, I definitely had a bad feeling about him after he deserted me in the woods at night.
"So you mean to tell me you just got into a truck with two random guys you just met?" Shane asked me sternly as he started the camp fire, looking up every few seconds to eye me. I just rolled my eyes, planning to ignore him before I heard a voice to my left answer for me.
"Yeah, after you left 'er fer dead," Daryl interrupted him harshly, "Don't go leavin' that part out," he said, shooting Shane one more dirty look before looking back down at the fire that was starting to rise. I discretely placed a hand on Daryl's shoulder, letting him know I appreciated the gesture, removing it mere moments after, not wanting Merle to see and give his brother shit about it. Shane was about to fight back before Dale jumped in, wanting to avoid any unnecessary conflict.
"Mackenzie, why don't you tell us about yourself, huh?" Dale offered kindly, "We've been talking your ear off all day, it's only fair," he finished with a smile. It had been a long day and I was tired beyond belief, but I guess they were as curious about me as I was about them.
"Well, I moved here from Washington not too long ago after graduating from university because I wanted to get a master's degree from the university in Atlanta," I began, thinking at what I could say that would even be remotely interesting, "My degree is in Wildlife Ecology and Conservation Science, so naturally, I work at a zoo," I finished with a smile, trying not to worry myself sick about how all the zoo animals were doing at this point.
"Not to mention she sucks at Mario Kart," Carl piped up from my right hand side, "That part's important!"
"You know what you little punk, that was one time you beat me," I narrowed my eyes jokingly at Carl as he began to laugh, "One. Time."
"And don't you forget it," Carl teased me back as I stuck my tongue out at him. Just about everyone around the fire was smiling at that point, even Carol and her daughter, Sofia, who hadn't cracked a smile all day.
"You better watch your daughter, Carol, this one's a charmer, he is," I smiled at Carol as I continued teasing Carl, ruffling a hand through his hair, "His auntie taught him everything he knows about charming the ladies," I cooed as he desperately tried to pry my hand off his head in a fit of laughter. To my surprise, she actually laughed a bit, which made me happy.
"Must mean he don't know much then," Daryl gave me a playful smirk as another round of laughter erupted from the circle, "Can't say you're the smoothest person I ever met," he finished as I put a hand over my heart, pretending to be offended.
"Yeah, tough guy? Who managed to charm two men enough to give her a free ride, eh?" I challenged him as he just raised an eyebrow.
"Charmed us, huh?" Merle asked skeptically from across the fire as I nodded, "You broke into our truck and fell asleep lil' girl, ain't nothin' charmin' 'bout that," he finished with a laugh, backing his brother up. At this point, everyone was in high spirits, happy to just have a light hearted conversation again.
"Alright, alright, I just came here to have a good time, guys, damn," I smiled, placing my hands up in a mockingly defensive manner, "I am feeling kinda tired though, so I think I'm gonna head to bed," I thought aloud, raised arms turning into a stretch.
"We'll go too," Lori offered, standing up and placing each hand on Carl's and my shoulder, "Come on you two, lets get to the tent," she said, turning towards numerous tents.
I turned towards Daryl before getting up, only to see him already looking at me, expressions soft, "Where will you guys be?" I asked, referring to him and Merle, "You're staying here, right?" Once I asked, I could have sworn I just saw him smile.
"Yeah, we are," he said reassuringly, "We'll probably go out huntin', then set our shit up by the truck," he finished, nodding towards where the truck was parked.
I gave him a quick smile before standing up, "Night, Daryl," I said, turning around to follow Lori and Carl to our tent. And behind me, in the faintest voice, I heard a singular,
"Night."
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Wildfire: Part One
Season one, episode five (1/2)
Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader
Word Count: 3,103
Warnings: Slow burn, mention of character death, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, possible typos, and such.
Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it.
If you want to be tagged for this series rewrite, don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message me, or leave a comment and I’ll add you. The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer. Any feedback is appreciated, but hate is a different story. Thank you and enjoy!
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TWD Series Rewrite
Despite lulling yourself and Glenn to sleep, you tossed and turned throughout the night while occasionally waking up in a pool of sweat. Night terrors weren’t new to you especially after your first experience with the dead, but last night was different. Instead of replaying reality, you dreamt of everyone in the camp being mauled by walkers while you stood and watched in horror, unable to do anything. Another dreadful nightmare had you all alone, surrounded by dozens of the flesh-eating monsters and there was no way out of the herd.
Before you could be devoured, you were awakened by shuffling and light curses coming from behind you, obviously being Glenn trying to keep quiet. You didn’t want to get up and face the day or even talk to anyone, so you kept your position and acted like you were still asleep, trying to contain your sobs. Moments later, the sound of the flap of the tent filled your ears followed by silence, indicating that you were now alone.
Finally by yourself, you lifted both of your palms to your face, wiped the tears that managed to escape and rubbed your eyes to prevent anymore from being released. You then curled up and cocooned yourself in your thin blanket and stared at the side of tent. The thought of closing your eyes or going back to sleep scared you, you didn’t want to imagine anything else, reality was already terrifying enough.
You’d suffered from depression for as long as you could remember, so isolating yourself was probably not the smartest idea, but it was what you always did. Everyone knew you to be strong, courageous and selfless, but with no else around, you felt weak and terrified.
All of a sudden, someone entered the tent, but you kept your orbs still trained ahead still not wanting to communicate with anyone. The repetition of your name in that distinct voice you learned to know was something you knew you couldn’t ignore even if your mind told you to.
“I’m awake,” your voice rasped as you peered over your shoulder to see what you expected, the hunter you grown to like even if he didn’t give you a reason to. You turned your attention back to the side of the tent as quick as you looked away from it hoping he would leave you alone now that he knew you were up, but it was mute until his gravelly voice broke the silence.
“Glenn said I’d find ya here.” Your brows furrowed as you wondered what his point was, but before you could question he spoke up, “ya forgot yer photo album last night.”
Your mind raced trying to remember last night when you were packing, you could’ve sworn you shoved the memories into your bag, but you realized you placed the album underneath his pillow. There was more movement behind you and you slowly turned around to see what Daryl was doing, but he wasn’t there anymore. You propped yourself up with your hands on the ground behind you to see that he left your photo album beside your belongings leaving you feeling guilty for not saying thank you.
The flash of light from the sun as you finally exited your tent greeted you, making you squint and cover your eyes while continuing to join everyone else. When you removed your hand, you saw Andrea in the same spot she was in last night, but with Lori getting up from her position beside her. The constant grunting peeled your eyes away from the scene in front of you to see the redneck plunging a pick axe into the dead to make sure they didn’t come back.
The sudden contact on your shoulder tore your staring eyes off of him to see Lori give a tight smile and greet you to which you returned, but your grin fell soon after, still not up for being around people right now.
“She still won’t move?” Rick questioned as he joined you, Lori, Shane, Dale, and Carol near the fire while T-Dog and Glenn were busy throwing bodies into another.
“She won’t even talk to us. She’s been there all night, what do we do?” Lori inquired.
You scoffed, earning looks from everyone, “what do you expect? Of course, she isn’t going to talk to anyone, she just saw her sister take her last breath right in front of her.”
Rick nodded, but muttered that he would tell her how it was. You knew it wasn’t a good idea to try and talk to her and you were proven right as Andrea whipped around with her pistol aimed at your best friend. You faltered and your eyes widen, not expecting that reaction even though you knew she wouldn’t pull the trigger. Rick apologized and backed off causing the blonde to continue what she had been doing all night, stare and grieve for her younger sister.
Daryl decided to take a break a few minutes ago and said Amy was a ticking time bomb, even suggested to take the shot from where you all were. Even though he had some truth to what he was saying, you couldn’t do that to Andrea as you imagined yourself in her shoes, hell you’d been in her shoes. After hearing protest from Lori and shrugs from everyone else, he huffed before walking away and started helping Morales clear out the rest of the bodies.
You decided to pitch in and help discard the bodies, so you made your way over to a corpse before watching the two men pick up one of the people that was from your group, about to throw them in with the rest of the dead, but Glenn questioned what they were doing and your people should go somewhere else.
“What’s the difference? They’re all infected,” the hunter shrugged.
“Our people go in that row over there,” Glenn pointed, “we don’t burn them! We bury them, understand?” he cried out. After his outburst, they started to make there way to drop off the body where Glenn had directed, but Daryl had to make a snarky comment on how you all had it coming for leaving his brother for dead. His remark left you disappointed, you thought what you said in that alleyway had gotten through to him somehow and he wouldn’t blame or at least forgive you and the rest. You could read people well, but with him it seemed impossible. One minute he’s bearable to be around, but then he’d be a dick the next.
You proceeded to get back to what you were doing and crouched down, gripping the corpse’s biceps to drag them over to the fire since it wasn’t one of your people. The body was pretty light and you were fine to lug the body, but Jim felt the need to help and you didn’t refuse since it was a nice gesture. Just as you were about to lift the dead weight, you noticed blood had seeped through his shirt.
“Hey, Jim, you bleeding?”
He glanced down, but shrugged it off, “I just got some on me from the bodies.”
You averted your eyes to the side while dryly chuckling before looking back at him, his bullshit lie wasn’t going to be dismissed from you. You were very observant person and definitely not naive, plus you were a cop for god’s sake.
“That blood looks fresh to me and it doesn’t look like it splattered on the outside, it bled through your shirt from the inside, so don’t try to lie to me, Jim.”
“Were you bit?” Jacqui inquired worriedly as she overheard the conversation.
“No, I got scratched during the attack.”
“Jim,” you sternly said while cautiously stepping closer to him, “you changed your story … you’re clearly lying.”
“Please, don’t say anything,” he begged. You hurriedly grasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it to reveal a bite mark on his abdomen. Jacqui started to announce that he was bitten while you let go of his shirt and stepped back with your hands on the top of your head, tugging at your hair. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and your reaction was enough for them not to demand the truth when it was evident on your face.
Everyone gathered around to discuss what to do with Jim and Daryl’s suggestion didn’t surprise you one bit as he opted for striking him and Amy with a pickaxe, problem solved. If only if it were that easy. There had to be another option, but you weren’t hopeful that there was one.
“What if we can get him help? Y/N, remember we heard that the C.D.C. was working on a cure?” Rick reminded you, your eyes occupied the ground with doubt before you made contact with his.
“I’m sorry to be a downer, but I honestly don’t think there is anything we can do for him. I highly doubt that the C.D.C. created a cure, let alone still standing. Who’s to say that anyone survived either?”
“I agree with Y/N on this one man, that is quite a stretch.”
You couldn’t help but to feel relieved that someone understood where you were coming from especially it being Shane. The two of you being Rick’s best friends should hopefully convince him that going there wouldn’t be the best option, unfortunately you were mistaken.
“Why? If there’s any government left, any structure at all, they’d protect the C.D.C. at all costs. Wouldn’t they? I think it’s our best shot with shelter, protection, rescue-”
“Okay, Rick, you want those things, all right? I do too, okay? Now if they exist, they’re at the army base, Fort Benning.”
You were stunned, “You want to go to Fort Benning? No, hell no,” you objected, shaking your head as you crossed your arms.
“Why the hell are you so against on going there? It’s away from the hot zone and if it’s still operational, then it’ll be heavily armed, we’ll be safe there,” Shane retorted.
“The military were the first people the government called to try and contain this thing, trust me I would know, so I also know they got overrun, plus Fort Benning is a hundred miles away in the other direction. I’d rather go to the C.D.C. than try my chances there,” you scoffed.
Before either of your best friends could utter another word, Daryl shouted about taking care of the problem and moved towards Jim while raising his pickaxe. Daryl’s actions were quickly prevented as Rick had raced behind him before cocking his revolver to the hothead’s temple.
“We don’t kill the living,” Rick said as Shane positioned himself between Jim and Daryl while you didn’t move an inch thinking you wouldn’t be much help. There was no way in hell that he could kill Jim without a bullet piercing through his own head.
Daryl lowered the weapon and stared back at Rick who did the same, “that’s funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head.”
“We may disagree on some things, but not on this one. You put it down, go on,” Shane requested. Daryl obliged with a grunt and slammed the pickaxe down as he stormed off.
***
Rick had taken Jim into Dale’s RV to prevent him from getting an axe to his skull and urged him to rest. There was nothing else better to do, so you continued to pile the dead in the fire and the ones that you lost that night in rows to bury them later. After hauling the rest of the walkers into the flames, you watched as they burned and remembered that they were just like you once. People who had friends and family, people who went to work everyday, people who had hobbies… people who didn’t expect the damn apocalypse to happen. Movement in your peripheral brought you out of your zoned state to see Lori had strided over to you, offering you her bottle of water.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, quickly taking a gulp, the warm liquid hydrating your dry throat before you handed it back to her. The last time you had something to drink was when you were with Morgan, come to think of it that was the last time you ate as well. Too many things were happening for you even to process you were starving, but you chose to still ignore it, after lugging bodies all day, you didn’t have much of an appetite.
She hummed while retrieving the water back, but didn’t retreat back to where she came from like you thought she would. You knew she wanted tell you something, so you sighed while still keeping your eyes on the fire, “spit it out, Lori.”
“I didn’t want to bring it up and I still don’t think I should, but I remembered that you were on a camping trip with Chris and Jolene when all this happened,” she trailed off.
“Yeah, you’re right, you shouldn’t have brought it up,” you harshly said before walking off to sit on the steps of the RV after walking passed Daryl who witnessed the conversation.
You weren’t ready to open up to anyone and confess what happened that night, not even to Rick who probably had questions since he was aware that they were killed by walkers. That night still haunts you and you weren’t done grieving even after all this time. You told yourself all the time that it’d get better, but that doesn’t seem true now.
Discarding bodies with aching bones and bruises was not a smart choice and it was starting to become more apparent as you sat with your elbows resting on your parted knees. You stretched your limbs and rubbed your face as you felt stress surfacing as you thought about where you and everyone else would travel to, if you could find Jim help, and just being in this fucked up world period.
Instead of listening to your thoughts like you always seemed to do, you figured you would look at what everyone else was doing. Rick and Shane were standing near a car probably discussing on where to go to next, Dale and Carol were over by the cook fire, but once you glanced at Andrea you had to take a double take. Amy’s hand had twitched and her lids opened to reveal her dead pupils, you reluctantly peered over at the others to see that they were seeing what you saw.
Amy’s fingertips caressed Andrea’s face before her hand gripped onto her hair, that was when you slowly stood up with your hand hovering over your pistol, afraid that Andrea’s emotions would get the best of her and she’d end up dead. Her sister used her hair to heave herself up, but Andrea kept her face away while still talking to her before she aimed her gun at Amy’s head and pulled the triggered making you flinch slightly. Witnessing that made you glad that you didn’t stick around to see your aunt turn, seeing her dead was scarring enough.
On the hilltop, you joined Rick and Shane in digging more graves to keep yourself busy despite your body aching all over and the tension between the three of you. The constant sound of shoveling dirt was the only thing that filled the dead silence until Rick asked Shane to say what was on his mind clearly feeling that he had something to say.
Shane leaned on his shovel when you glanced up, but you continued to dig, letting them hash it out. “I’m thinking if you’d of stayed here, if you’d looked after your own … instead you went off and took half our manpower with you. I’m thinking maybe our losses wouldn’t have been so bad,” he shrugged.
“If we hadn’t gone off and brought those guns back when we did, I think our losses would have been worse, maybe the entire camp,” Rick argued.
You stopped digging, “some of us volunteered to go with him, Shane. This would’ve happened even if we didn’t go, people died … there’s no point in you two arguing about it because it happened and there’s no going back and changing it. So can we just go back to getting these graves done, so we can give them a proper burial?”
The two men looked at each other with straight faces until the corner of their mouths twitched up before going back to work making you confused, “um, excuse me … what was that about?”
Shane formed a big grin while Rick chuckled, “it’s just that you always know what to say to put us in our place.”
“And I’m always right,” you winked while a smile grew on your face earning even more laughs. As you guys started to get back to work, Daryl drove a pickup truck and backed up with bodies littering the truck bed causing your fits of joy to quickly simmer down. He got out a slammed the door shut before striding over to where you were.
“I still think it’s a mistake not burning these bodies. It’s what we said we’d do, right? Burn ‘em all, wasn’t that the idea?”
“At first,” Shane said.
Daryl grunted, “the Chinaman gets all emotional, says it’s not the thing to do, we just follow him along? These people need to know who the hell’s in charge here, what the rules are.”
“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” you huffed. “It’s not like they’re going to rise up from the dead because we bashed their heads in to make sure that doesn’t happen. I know for damn sure I’m not digging these graves for nothing, so we’re burying them.”
“Oh and last time I checked there were no rules,” you added.
Rick and Shane broke out into laughter and you shook your head while smiling, trying to finish the grave you were working on.
“What the hell y’all laughin’ at?!” Daryl annoyedly asked, clearly confused.
“Nothing, man, looks like it’s not just us she does it to,” Shane managed to say as he chuckled. The hunter, still confused, grunted once again as he stomped back to the truck causing you to smile once again. What you didn’t see was that when Daryl entered the pickup truck, he smiled too, seeing you happy made him happy and he didn’t know why.
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