#the walking dead fan fic
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TW ✿ ° : bullying [for reader], angst, swearing, fighting
pairing ✿ ° : Carl Grimes x reader [s/h]
request by ✿ ° : @liu1307
summary of fic ✿ ° : After reader hears some Alexandrians picking on her for being too close to carl, she shuts herself off. Carl is desperate to show ron how much of a prick he is.
word count ✿ ° : 2.5k
a/n ✿ ° : felt as if this one was really bad :[
scared of abandonment, otherwise known as autophobia. its a very uncommon fear during the death of apocalypse, you could consider it rare. everyone accepted being left behind by loved ones, everyone wanted to survive. as for y/n, she would rather die with people around then alone in a dark forest. being alone terrified her to her core, especially after she had to survive alone for 6 months, after her mother passed. once rick and his small group came along and found her, she felt like a small part of her had been slowly revived.
she was so relieved when they found her in that home, that she didn’t let go of daryl until late that night when he showed her the place she’d be staying. a few days later than that, she had met the carl grimes, the boy she had fallen for faster than a brick from a height. he had attached himself to her mentally and she reciprocated those attachments. he protected her with everything he had, and she didn’t want to leave his side. those feelings grew like wildfire, and very soon the two started dating.
y/n felt that she got attached to him to much, and soon every time he left her alone, thoughts were rebelling against her. they told her he was going to die alone and that he was leaving her by herself forever. she started getting terrible break downs and started horribly crying when he wasn’t in the room with her. soon he caught onto these actions, and soon, so did the rest of alexandria. they were pretty supportive of her feelings and hidden trauma, allowing things like her staying with carl at nights and them doing jobs together, but others didn't really like the way she was acting to him. taunting her, calling her weak. they didn’t understand as much.
it was a warm sunday morning, and everyone was out doing their jobs to help the economy in alexandria. as for you and carl, you were watching judith for rick and michonne. rick had asked michonne to go out on a supply run with him so you both got put with the job of watching judith for the two. they needed the break so you agreed quicker than carl could even think about it, you loved judith with the whole of your heart, so you found babysitting really fun if it was with her. and secretly carl made it so much better for you too. it was a huge bonding session for the three of you.
judith was rather rowdy today. she could not sit still nor find quiet in her small voice. for such a young age she had an awful lot to whine about. she felt as if she had the need to cry at everything but want nothing at the same time. carl was starting to get rather annoyed in helping judith out with her problems, and y/n was trying desperately to help her relax a little before she went inside for a nap. judith kept throwing toys around and carl was sick of getting up to get them. it wasn’t really working out for the two, since she declined a bottle and it was too early for a nap too.
y/n gasped quietly as another messy stuffed animal was thrown at her head, the stuffed cat falling into her lap with ease. she sighed as she moved the cat out of her lap, and she gave judith a teething toy they had found on a run. all that happened we her wailing more and her throwing the toy down the porch steps. judith watched it fall further from the three, but that didn’t stop her horrified cries. carl sighed mainly to himself, before turning to y/n with a sincere expression plastered on his face. y/n looked at him confusion laced in her eyes, why was he looking at her like that.
“n/n look you don’t have to do this, but you could you try and get that toy, you don’t have to. please, try for me” y/n looked around to see in any passerby's instructed him to say that, but there wasn’t that many people and it wasn’t that far from carl. carl could still see her if she was standing, so was it really separating the two if you thought about it. y/n nodded at what he said to her, he was right, it was best to try, because if something did happen to him she needed to work out how to help herself. “yeah alright, i can try for you carl, i’ll do it it” she whispered with a nervous grin.
y/n rose to her feet and shakily made her way to the porch’s entrance, she took a moment to glance back at carl with hidden fear in her eyes. he had one hand on judith’s legs and the other showing y/n a supportive thumbs up. Y/n smiled weakly at him before looking down the white wooden steps, the toy wasn’t to far from the last step, this could be easy if she set her mind to it. she walked towards the toy reaching it in short moments. the butterfly teething doll seemed icky as dirt managed to etch its way on the sides. she’d have to thoroughly wash it before giving it back to judith.
y/n was just about the turn and go back to carl and judith, when a masculine voice called her name across the opening. she felt stuck in her spot as she meekly turned to the culprit whom called her, it was ron anderson. she had no issues with ron, but she knew carl had a few disputes with him. she had seen their interactions so far and how they acted towards each other, but ron never brought her up during their rough arguments. he jogged his way over to her, enid hot on his heels. he stopped in front of y/n pulling off his black beanie and meekly handing it to enid with a lovestruck smile on his face.
“hey don’t take this personally y/n, but like, why are you up carl’s sorry ass so much?” ron spat at her with such a tone of venom. y/n furrowed her eye brows rather angrily, did he seriously have the nerve to ask that? up carl’s ass? no she wasn’t. “its just that you can’t give him any space, even for the life of you, if that were me personally, i would have abandoned you out the walls or something” what was he talking. he would have abandoned her? that immediately rushed to her clouded brain saying ‘carl is going to abandon you soon, you're going to be alone again’. it terrified her.
“oh.. alright” she mumbled before she took the courage to turned to run back to carl. carl wouldn’t leave her, right? yeah, she was just overthinking. however, a small apart of her was saying ron was right. y/n handed the pink butterfly toy to carl when she reached his left side, and then ignored him to sit in the soft white porch chairs. carl furrowed his brows together at her ignorance then put his brown hat on the floor besides him where she once sat. little did carl know this was the beginning of y/n blocking him out and trying to get over her anxiety of being without him.
carl was fed up with the way y/n was acting towards him, he had attempted to get her to follow him all day, but she was content in his room. away from him. he refused to believe she was alright cause every time he got back another painting she had made and hung up in his room, was missing from the wall, and she had even more puffier eyes then the last time. this was his 5th time coming back from a garden job he was asked to do, and he expected to see her at the door begging for a hug and littering his arms with soft kisses. yet when he opened the front door, she wasn’t there. she wasn’t even seen.
he sighed angrily as he leaned against the closed door, his eyes dropping to the hardwood floor. what had happened to her when he asked her to get the toy? did she finally realize that she could be alone, did she didn’t need him anymore? her felt nerves creep on him when he pondered the question. he decided it was best to ask her himself, so he made his way up to his occupied room. he thought about what to say to her and how to say it, did he need to be serious with her or not? did he need to be relaxed or straight forwards? there were too many things he had to think about. he decided to just go for it. she was easy going.
when he got to the single bedroom door, he went to reach for the cool silver handle, yet he heard something in distress on the other side of the door. carl wanted to be sly about it all, and put his right ear closer to the door. what he did manage to hear were muffled sniffles and once in a while, a sudden heartbreaking sob. carl felt his chest slowly crinkle at the noises, judith was asleep in her room so it could only be y/n. was she sore or injured, did something get to her while he was gone, the thought of losing her made his skin crawl.
he opened the door slowly, not to startle her and rebel herself on him. the dark room making him search harder as the light affected his vision temporarily. another painting was missing from the bare wall, but now the glass from the frame was sprawled on the hard floor. he then looked to the messy and untidy bed, where he caught y/n’s figure hidden underneath the sheets. she was shaking madly with racked sobs and cries, letting out a few sniffles and noises. carl felt his whole body stiffen at her body language, how did he let this happen? when she said she wasn’t going with him, he should have stayed with her. he should have helped her from all of this.
“n/n, i'm here now, alright. i'm not going anywhere” he said softly to her, closing the door and walking towards her body. the rooms darkness felt saddening now, knowing y/n’s feelings corrupted the lack of light. her body suddenly shot up at his voice, scrabbling to wipe her puffy e/c eyes. the tears were wiped away easily, but more were hard to maintain. she started looking around the room rapidly, trying to focus on anything but his own eyes. yet when carl sat next to her and opened his arms to her, she didn't hesitate to place herself in them. she needed him right now.
her breathing slowed as she smelt his musky cologne and felt the fabric of his dirty shirt connect with her own. the comfort of carl soothed her more then what she expected. carl traced lose and messy patterns into her upper back, y/n just gripping onto his clothes harder. she knew what the next few questions were, so she started to think of what to say during the stretching silence. “I can’t live without you carl, honest” carl didn’t seem phased by her words, he knew that she was codependent, yet he believed he was too. he closed his eyes dipping his head into the smooth of her neck. he needed her too, they needed each other, and was never going to leave her again.
“i know n/n, i don’t plan on leaving you ever again. please tell me, what's going on?” he asked desperately, pulling himself away from the crook of her neck. she peered up at him with love in her gaze, that was soon replaced with pitiful sorrow. she didn’t want to tell him what did happen, but she didn’t want to lie to him. carl looked at her with desperation, it only edging her to talk more to him. y/n looked at her shaking hands before sighing to herself. its either now or never. carl needed to know what was going on.
“ron told me that yo-” carl suddenly threw his hands up and an angered expression took over his features. “of fucking course it was ron, that little fucking shit! i'm going to knock his lights out, i swear to fucking god” carl was quick to stand up from the bed. y/n followed him like a puppy, begging him not to make things worse between the two. she could deal with the shit talking, but not with aggressive actions and fighting. “carl stop it, please” she begged when they walked off the porch out to were ron was sitting alone. he wasn’t too far from the porch, so carl found him rather quick.
“hey! you little fucking asshat!” carl approached ron angrily who was sitting on the cool grass, and kicked him straight in the head. ron gripped his face while wailing for help, y/n just watched with widened and shocked e/c eyes. “carl leave, he’s not worth our time” she said again calmer, trying to soothe the enraged carl. “No! he told you fucking stupid lies, and now he gets the consequences for his dumb ass actions” and carl kicked ron again, blood splattered on his hands. y/n grabbed carl’s plaid shirt, begging him to stop the fighting again. carl looked back at her and sighed at her desperation, she was right. he shouldn't be doing fighting this asshole, karma would have gotten him.
“look asshole, touch her or talk to her again, i will cook your nuts alive. hear me” carl spat with such venom. carl threw a final strong punch before grabbing y/n’s hand carefully and storming his way back to the white home. she trailed along behind him, cautiously looking back at ron every few steps. he glared at the two, holding his bruising face and bleeding nose. she snickered at the silly sight, but simply sighed when she entered the dark cool home. the door closed behind the two. carl expected her to start yelling at him for his foolish actions but what she did had him amazed.
“thank you, thank you, thank you! you’re so cool carl!” y/n squealed jumping around like a little school girl, before tackling carl into a tight hug. the two crashed on the floor with a soft bang. he began laughing loudly as she rubbed her face into his chest, “you are so fucking cool! and i'm so so sorry!” she gasped sitting up and pressing soft kisses onto his reddening face and neck. carl groaned sheepishly as he pushed her face away from his so he could look her in the eye. “its alright, i love you so much, i’d do anything for you” he said staring at her e/c eyes. y/n smiled wildly before leaning down towards him.
that moment was when the two shared their first kiss. a moment to remember forever.
✿ ° Fin
#carl grimes x y/n#carl grimes x you#carl grimes x reader#carl x reader#carl grimes#twd x reader#twd fluff#twd angst#x reader#x y/n#y/n#toxic mother#the walking dead#the walking dead fan fic#new#zombie#zombies#dead#walkers#angst
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a/n: Welcome to my Daryl masterlist! Have fun reading! 😁
🏹 The Stranger with the Crossbow
🏹 Bottled Up Feelings
🏹 A Place to Stay?
🏹 A Close Call
🏹 Fate Can Be A Lousy Traitor / I'll Always Find You (Part Two)
🏹 Frozen Hearts?
🏹 Lost / Found (Part Two)
🏹 Eyes on You
🏹 Reunion
🏹 Missed Chances / You're My Destiny (Part Two)
🏹 A Touch of Destiny?
🏹 Dilemmas
🏹 Against the Wall (18+)
🏹 Sinful Distraction
🏹 It's Okay To Be Scared
🏹 Into Shards
🏹 New Old World
🏹 Crossing Lines
🏹 Time To Get A Grip (18+)
#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl dixon twd#daryl dixon imagine#twd daryl#the walking dead daryl#the walking dead fan fic
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[SUMMARY: Negan and Glenn’s sister grow feelings for one another without her knowing who Negan truly is or what he has done.]
Negan froze at the very familiar name you mentioned. He cleared his throat as you opened the book and slowly turned the page. Negan never knew you had a brother….much less that his name was Glenn.
Negan and Cindy
Negan was now apart of a group you had been staying with for the past year. Neither of you knew much about each other but it was clear the two of you enjoyed spending time with one another. Week after week looking for one another, feelings grew.
Negan had a past just as you did, but neither of you spoke of it and you liked it better that way.
That afternoon Negan sat with you to eat like he usually did. The two of you would take breaks around the same time to accompany each other and talk.
“I have a little something for you” Negan proceeded to pull out something wrapped in a blue cloth. Unwrapping it slowly he revealed a book.
“Oh, you got me a gift” you responded playfully with a smile.
“Mhm” he smirked proudly as he handed you the book.
“Oh…” the look in your eyes instantly dropping, he furrowed his brows not sure why the sudden change of expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing I just-“
“You don’t like it”
“This was my brothers favorite book” you whispered, a faint smile appearing on your lips as your hands brushed down the cover. Negan looked down at you with a sigh.
“I’m sorry-“
“It’s ok, it’s nice to have some reminders of Glenn” Negan froze at the very familiar name you mentioned. He cleared his throat as you opened the book and slowly turned the page. Negan never knew you had a brother….much less that his name was Glenn.
“Glenn” Negan repeated in a hoarse tone making you look up.
“Yes…I don’t speak of him much…he was killed seven years ago..” you looked down at the book.
“His wife explained to me what happened but…I still don’t know who did it. She never liked mentioning his name…I don’t even know what happened to her..” you looked up with a sarcastic laugh.
“What’s new though right?” you turned another page as Negans jaw clenched. His body tensing with the information he was just given.
How the hell could it be?
Negan had no knowledge of having any other family but Maggie.
“Sorry…didn’t mean to ruin this surprise” you looked up noticing an almost disturbed look in his eyes.
“You ok?” You placed your hand on his making him quickly pull away.
“I need a drink” he abruptly stood up walking towards the bar your sanctuary was lucky enough to have. You stared at him confused as you grabbed the book and quickly followed.
Negan grabbed a bottle pouring himself whiskey chugging it down quickly.
“Negan-I’m sorry” you caught up to him.
“I didn’t mean to ruin the moment. I love the book”
“You didn’t ruin a thing, doll” he responded without looking back at you taking another quick chug.
“So then look at me” you watched as Negans broad shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. He couldn’t bring it upon himself to look you in your innocent brown eyes knowing what he had done. Knowing you wouldn’t want anything to do with him if you knew the truth.
Without saying a word he stood up and left the room with all strength he had, refusing to look back at you. Your heart felt as if it sunk deeply into the pit of your stomach. There was no explanation as to what made him suddenly act this way. After many weeks of getting to know one another, spending time together, this was a side of him you weren’t familiar with.
You refused to let it end this way.
Barging into his bedroom you found Negan looking out his window brushing his hand through his hair. He almost seemed stressed.
“What the hell are you doing?” He turned to you as you shut the door behind you.
“What the hell did I do? And don’t tell me nothing because clearly there’s somethig”
Negan sighed.
“You didn’t do a thing, sweetheart”
“So why are you acting weird after you gave me this book?”
He couldn’t find the words to say as you looked up at him clearly upset. The slight scrunch of your nose and furrow of your brows, your hand on your hip, there he was distracted again by any little move you made.
“Cindy. You should leave” his voice was low.
“I’m not leaving” you responded, he pressed his lips together clearly frustrated that you wouldn’t listen.
“It’s for your own good”
“What the hell would you know what’s good for me?” Even through all the attitude and stubbornness, he couldn’t help but be caught up in the intense attraction he had for you. All he could do was stare down at you with so much going through his mind at once.
“Oh you have nothing to say now, huh?” You tilted your head looking up at him when he suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you. His body pushing you against the wall as you wrapped your arms around him. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this with what he knew but fuck, it was hard to ignore how much he wanted you. You let him kiss you as his lips trailed to your neck making you moan.
“God damn you, why couldn’t you just listen to me?” He whispered as his hands roamed down your body. His lips never leaving yours as you both fell onto the bed together removing one another’s clothing.
Sex with Negan was like nothing you had felt before. He was passionate yet dominating, his hands holding your hands down as he nibbled on your earlobe. Your body ached to feel him closer, closing your legs around him tightly, Negan swore right then and there he would cum. Each touch sending shivers through your body, you had wanted this for so long.
Once he finished you could feel his heart racing against your chest, his panting against your ear.
“Fuck” he suddenly uttered but his tone confused you. It wasn’t a curse of satisfaction, it almost sounded like regret.
“What’s the matter?” You asked as he lifted his head to look down at you.
“Nothing, doll” but you could see it in his eyes.
“You didn’t want to do this?”
“Of course I fucking did” before you could say another word he kissed you gently. The guilt Negan felt in that moment he knew he deserved to feel.
He fucked up and there was no going back.
The thought eating up at him he abruptly stood up and began to get dressed.
“Where are you going?”
“I gotta go” was all he could say as you sat up.
“I’m in your room Negan. Where on earth could you be possibly going?”
“Look-“ he stopped to turn back to you as he buttoned his pants.
“I’ll be back alright. Just give me a damn minute” he walked out leaving you in his bed confused and upset all over again.
Deciding to leave his room, you didn’t care if he was coming back. It wasn’t fair for him to continue acting this way without any proper explanation. Heading to your room you locked the door and got into bed, you had enough for the day.
Once Negan returned to his room, he was disappointed but not surprised to find you had left. He looked at his bed and cursed at himself, throwing his jacket against the wall. Negan hated his past and now it had come back to haunt him.
The next few days you went about your duties at the sanctuary helping clean up around the town.
A little over a week had passed and you hadn’t said a word to Negan, it angered you that he didn’t have a word to say himself. You stood on your side beginning to work as Negan was across from you in a baseball cap. You turned the opposite way, ignoring his presence he looked up at you and instantly tensed up.
Digging through the dirt to plant some crops you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t dare to look up.
“Cindy” hearing his voice unexpectedly caused you to freeze.
“Cindy..look at me” you could hear the regret in his voice, he knew he was wrong.
“Now you have something to say?” You looked up at him with hurt in your eyes.
“Look-“
“Look nothing. If you wanted to just fuck me you could’ve told me that, I’m not a little girl. But playing this whole game acting like you cared-“
“It wasn’t a game” he quickly defended himself.
“I wasn’t just trying to fuck you, that’s not what this is” he insisted.
“I don’t care what this is or was anymore. I’m over it” you lied as you reached in your bag.
“Here, you can take this gift back. Give it to the next woman you want to fool” you threw the book he gave you at his chest and walked away.
Tears streaming down your face, you hated that you had any feelings towards him. Wiping them away you ran into one of the leaders who expressed there would be a new group that would be joining.
A man, a boy and two women.
You were asked to prepare spare rooms and did as you were told happily to distract yourself.
A few hours later you were told the new comers had arrived, it being your job to show them the town and their rooms you waited by the gates when a very familiar face came out of the car. The sun in your eyes you placed your hand over your brows when the woman looked back at you making direct contact.
“M-Maggie?” You whispered in shock before realizing a young boy stood before her. You hadnt seen Hershel since he was four.
“Cindy” she ran to you with Hershel as tears welled up in both your eyes.
The two of you had so much to catch up on. So distracted with Maggie and Hershel you hadn’t thought of Negan. Hershel colored on the floor as Maggie and you sat at the table in your bedroom having a drink when you heard a sudden knock. You sighed as you stood up and opened the door to see it was Negan. Maggie’s cup slipped right from her hands as she stood in shock with who was before her.
“What the hell is he doing here?” You looked at Maggie confused.
“You know him?”
“Cindy get away from him” She responded, her eyes never leaving Negan.
“Maggie what is it?” You looked at her confused before looking back at Negan. Shock and guilt in his eyes as he looked down at you.
“Cindy-“ he took a step towards you.
“You back away from her now” Maggie interrupted.
“What the hell is going on?!” You looked back at Maggie. Anger like you had never seen before, rage in her eyes as she stood with her hands balled into fists at her sides.
“You didn’t think to tell her about Glenn, did you?” Her words making your heart skip a beat.
“Glenn?” You whispered as your eyes met Negans.
With just that look you knew…
“It was you..” you felt as if you couldn’t move, your chest felt tight as you placed your hand over your heart looking away. You felt numb, this couldn’t be it, could it? The man who had feelings for being your brothers killer?
“Cindy..” you looked up at him to see eyes of defeat.
“You knew..” you whispered.
“No…no I didn’t know until you mentioned him-“
“Don’t believe a word he says, it’s all apart of his sick game.” Maggie rushed behind you. Negan wouldn’t take his eyes off you.
“Cindy I swear I didn’t know at first”
“That’s why you acted like that after I mentioned him” you chuckled sarcastically in disbelief.
“I slept with you and….and you-“ covering your lips in disgust you shook your head. You couldn’t believe yourself.
You couldn’t believe him.
As shock subsided an anger like you had never felt before grew inside you. Anger that burned in the pit of your stomach, anger you couldn’t control you suddenly looked up and with both fists shoved Negan back.
“Get out!” He stumbled a step back with the same look of guilt.
“Cindy-“
“You heard her-“ Maggie stood in front of you blocking Negans view of you. He looked down at Maggie taking a deep breath before she slammed the door in his face.
Turning to find Hershel watching all that had just occurred, Maggie pulled you to the corner of the room as you began to cry. Negan could hear your cries standing just outside the door.
Disappointed in himself was an understatement..
“I trusted him Maggie, I trusted him!” You angrily whispered.
“You didn’t know” she attempted to comfort you.
“But he did…how could he be so…-“
“Evil? I’ve asked myself everyday“ Maggie placed her back pack on.
“Tomorrow we’ll talk to the leaders here and they’ll have him removed and I’ll be outside waiting for him” she explained making you raise a brow.
“Waiting for him for what?”
Maggie stopped in her tracks, looking up at you as if she expected you to know.
“Cindy…I’m not letting him get away again.”
“So you’re gonna kill him?” You whispered.
“Of course. It’s been too long-“
“But Maggie-“
“He killed your brother, don’t tell me you’re having an ounce of sympathy for this monster.” She quickly snapped. The truth was, you were angry, you were hurt, a part of you wanted to attack him yourself but…a tiny piece of you couldn’t simply shut off the feelings you had for him.
God you wish you could.
“What, you wanna let your brothers killer walk?”
“I know-“ you caught yourself getting loud and composed yourself.
“I know he killed my brother, Maggie. You don’t have to keep emphasizing that and I’m not saying to let him walk”
“Then what are you saying, because the look in your eyes is telling me your not in this and this ain’t right coming from you. You shouldn't second guess anything.” You rubbed your face in frustration not knowing what the hell to say.
“I don’t know dammit,”
“Well when you decide whether you want to stand for your brother or not you let me know.” She turned away from you as if you were no longer in the room. Angrily you walked out slamming the door and headed to your room.
This couldn’t be real, a man who you were sharing laughs with, time with…a man you grew to care for..he was responsible for Glenn’s death. The book Negan gifted you sitting on your nightstand, you threw it across the room when you heard a knock. You sighed, the last thing you wanted was to hear anymore lectures from Maggie.
“Maggie I already told you-“ you opened the door stunned to see Negan. Your lips parted in shock before you abruptly tried to slam the door shut just as he stopped it with his boot.
“Get out!” You screamed slamming the door again as he pushed it back with his hands.
“I just want to talk god dammit!”
“So you force yourself into my room” you backed away from the door as he let himself in.
“The only time I can actually talk to you with out your-“
“My brothers wife?”
Negan took a deep breath with furrowed brows.
“Look, you have every reason to never want to see me again but I only found out after I gave you the book.”
“And you still slept with me…knowing..” your voice shook in anger.
“Nothing can change what I did seven years ago but I promise you I’m not that man anymore, my feelings for you are real if it counts for anything. I know you don’t want to see me, I just needed you to know I’m sorry even if you never forgive me. I never meant to hurt you, Cindy.”
“Too late for that.” You whispered looking away.
“Cindy-“
“Get out Negan” your voice was calm but he knew you meant it. Without saying another word Negan turned to leave, opening the door you were both surprised to see Maggie standing on the other end.
“Magg-“
“I see you’ve made you decision, Cindy” Maggie ignored Negan before her looking at you in the back of the room.
“I haven’t made any decision, Maggie”
“Oh, it’s clear you have” she turned to Negan.
“And it’s a shame you let a monster manipulate you over your own brother.”
“That is not true!” You began to get upset walking towards the door but Negan didn’t move, standing between you both hearing what Maggie had to say.
“Oh yes it is. You should be ashamed of yourself, you don’t even know this man…God knows how youll end up if you stay with him-“
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Negan stepped forward tilting his head but Maggie stood her ground.
“Oh please-“ she began to laugh sarcastically.
“She’s in for misery and suffering if she stays with you, we’ve all seen what you’re capable of.”
“You think I’d hurt her?” He furrowed his brows.
Maggie silently shrugged her shoulders.
“You just better hope she’s not in the crossfire when I get to dealing with you because I won’t care who I have to get through to hurt you.”
Negan squinted his eyes staring down at Maggie, another step towards her.
“And you think I’d allow that to happen?”
You stood silently behind him hearing what was said.
Maggie didn’t respond, rolling her eyes she turned away and walked back to her room. Negan turned to you as you looked away.
“You can leave” you almost struggled to say…clearly apart of you not feeling this way. Negan didn’t fight your request.
“I’m not gonna let her drag you in the middle of this, her problem is with me, not you, Cindy. I won’t let that happen.” He assured you before leaving you at the door. Quickly you closed it unsure of what to feel at this point. None of this was right, none of this was fair…all you knew was that there was no easy decision to make.
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Forgotten Innocence
A Daryl Dixon Fan Fic
Chapter One:
~ Sylvia Bennet ~
My eyes stayed glued to Silas as he bent down to look at one of his many findings. His innocence is portrayed by how he lost focus on this world's dangers and concentrated on the many beauties of nature. It was bizarre to me how Silas could keep to his calm nature whilst being surrounded by the dead, but I was thankful that it was possible.
Silas picked up what appeared to be a lizard and observed the reptile. "Sylvia! Look." He ran over to where I was standing and held his hands out for me to see, but the once tame lizard scurried out of his hands when he got closer. "Wait, no!"
Silas went to chase after the little animal but stopped when I called out for him. "What have I told you? You can't run away you don't know what could be lurking." I lectured him. He shamefully nodded his head and returned back to my side. "I'm just looking out for you, Silas," I told him. I placed my hand on the back of his head and ran my fingers through his knotted hair.
"I know." He whispered. "Maybe I could find another one later." He beamed up at me. I smiled in return and placed a kiss on his forehead before ushering him forward, knowing that soon enough those freaks would be coming.
I kept a safe distance to Silas as we tracked on ahead, we were still on the hunt for food for the night. "Sylvie!" Silas pointed off into the distance where we saw a deer peacefully eating grass.
Slowly we approached the majestical creature, Silas walking faster as he appeared to be mesmerised by the beauty of the animal.
I held him back when I heard movement from the bushes. To my surprise I saw another little boy walking towards the deer, he looked over towards us and stopped when he noticed our existence. Silas and I watched as other men appeared from the bushes and stopped in their tracks when they noticed us.
The boy, now unfazed by us, approached the deer slowly. "Can I go too?" Silas whispered. I was hesitant, but after seeing the two men put down their weapons to let their little boy see the deer up close, I decided to let him go.
My eyes darted around the area, keeping an eye out for any sort of threat as Silas joined the other kid. "It's pretty, isn't it?" I heard him whisper. I couldn't help the smile that revealed itself, this scene in front of me was beautiful, and it was a moment I would remember forever.
I heard the gunshot and suddenly everything was in slow motion. A bullet penetrated the deer and stopped the little boy, both collapsing to the ground. "Silas!" I ran over to Silas as he cried at the sight of the bloody boy.
Crouching down beside the boy, I looked at his wound and saw the blood seeping through his shirt. "Help!" I called out to the men that were frozen in shock.
They snapped out of their daze and both came rushing over. "No, no, no!" The deputy cried as he cradled the boy's head in his arms. "Carl, my son!" He sobbed.
I held Silas to my side as I kept an eye on the man patrolling the area with a gun. "Be careful and try not to move him around too much. It could make things worse." I told the man. "Here." I handed him a spare cloth I had from my pocket and placed it down over the bullet wound.
A man appeared from the trees, sweat dripped down his forehead as he looked over at us. "Did I do that?" He asked, his rifle still held out in front of him.
"Yes! Yes, you did do that." The other man yelled as he marched up to the hunter. "You shot him!" He grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him close.
The hunter trembled. "I can help him." He dropped the gun from his hands and held them up to signal surrender. "There's a farm not to far from here, we can get him some help." He pointed off in a direction through the trees.
"I know I said not to move him, but you're gonna have to. Come on." I stood up, tucking Silas underneath my arm and we took off in the direction of the so-called farm.
Running through the trees, I kept my weapon close and my guard up in case of any freaks. "Sylvie, what's happening?" Silas asked as he ran beside me. "My legs are hurting." He cried.
I let out a sigh as I stopped running and bent down so Silas could hop on my back.
Finally, we broke through the trees and ran into the open grass field. I could still hear the man crying for his son as he struggled to hold him up. "Would you like some help-"
"No, how far? How far!" The deputy yelled at the hunter.
The hunter, practically collapsing on the ground from exhaustion panted, "Another half-mile that way. Talk to Hershal, he'll help your boy."
The other two men got left behind as the deputy and I ran ahead, it was only when we reached the farmhouse had I realised what exactly I was doing. The second Carl had got shot I had let my guard down completely, instead of grabbing Silas and running away I stayed and helped, and now I had Silas on my back potentially leading us head-on into danger.
The people living in the house walked out, some had weapons in hand as they watched us come close. "Was he bit?" The oldest man shouted.
"I- he." The deputy stammered as he tried to talk.
"He was shot. We were told to find Hershel." I answered for him.
Everyone ran inside whilst I waited out, allowing Silas to hop off my back. "Is he dead?" He asked.
"He'll be okay." I smiled as I caressed his cheek.
"And the deer?" He questioned.
I shook my head at his innocence.
"That deer is long gone," I mumbled.
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Silas happily ate the food he was given whereas I poked around at my own. The family was generous enough to give us some food and water, but I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Silas was the one to be hit. Unlike Rick and Carl, Silas and I didn't share the same blood type, leaving the two of us at a greater disadvantage.
"Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?" Silas asked Maggie. She pointed him in the direction that he needed to go and then it was just the two of us left alone.
The silence was loud as we awkwardly sat together. "He yours?" She spoke up.
I shook my head. "Nah, my brother." I answered quietly.
“Oh.” The silence this time was filled as the young boy in the room screamed from the bullet fragments being removed. “How long have you known them.”
“However long we’ve been here then probably 10 minutes before that. Don’t even know one of their names.” I replied.
“Oh.” Maggie once again replied and we fell back into that tense silence.
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- BASOREXIA ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
(n.) the overwhelming desire, or sudden urge, to kiss someone.
warnings — set during s1 ep6, very short (sorry), light nsfw content
daryl hadn’t known you for long, no more then a few weeks at most but in the short time he had known you, he felt as though he’d known you for years. thanks to not only his brother’s judgements but also his own, he believed you to be some entitled snob that would never looked twice in his direction. his jaw had just about hit the ground when he had discovered you had both grown up in the same neighbourhood, even went to the same community school before him and merle had moved away.
he could never describe the way he felt around you. daryl had always understood he was never smart, not in the ways that mattered or not in the ways that would impress you but he was sure - so goddamn sure - that were was a word or two to describe the way he’d felt about you in the short time he had come to know you. the word daryl was searching for - but would never find - was basorexia.
sitting on a countertop behind a rounded table, watching the others cheer and pour drinks brought a sense of familiarity to you. it reminded you of a simpler time. you focused on lori and rick as they playfully bickered on weather or not their son should try some of the red wine dale was serving, but daryl - who sat beside you, nursing a bottle of beer- was entirely focused on you. the way you looked under the white led lighting of the cdc bunker and the way you giggled as carl pushed away the small cup of wine he had just tried. everything you did was perfect in his eyes, absolutely everything.
“you gonna share that bottle dixon?” you queried, gently nudging into his shoulder as you flashed him cheeky grin.
daryl let out a breathy chuckle, not saying a word before handing you the brown bottle, watching you intently as you brought the bottle up to your lips.
“you should stick to soda pop kid.” shane mumbled as daryl stood up to walk around the table, in hopes to secure another bottle as the current one had almost run out.
“not you glenn.” daryl smiled - that was one of the first times you had seen him genuinely smile - leaning in to grab another bottle before teasing, “keep drinkin’ little man, i wanna see how red your face can get.”
“it seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly.” rick spoke, standing up to look at the man who had reluctantly let us in an hour or so prior.
“he is more than just our host.” t-dog smiled, raising his glass of red wine.
“booyah!” daryl cheered, raising a bottle of spirits into the air before sitting back down beside you, offering you a sip of the new liquor.
you placed the empty bottle of beer beside you before taking the bottle what you assumed was whiskey and cheering, “booyah!” before taking a swig.
“so when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, doc?” shane asked, breaking the cheers and thanks coming from around the room, and almost instantly everyone fell quiet. “all the ah the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?” he asked, looking at the lone scientist.
“we're celebrating, shane.” rick answered quickly, sitting back down beside his son. “don't need to do this now.” he added.
“whoa, wait a second. this is why we're here, right?” shane asked rhetorically, looking at rick before continuing. “this was your move, supposed to find all the answers but instead we uh we found him.” shane explained, his very tome and expression seeming on edge and untrusting. “found one man. why?”
“well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left. went off to be with their families and when things got worse, when the military got overrun, the rest bolted.” the scientist explained, the entire mood shifting.
“every last one?” shane asked sarcastically.
“no, many couldn't face walking out the door. they... opted out. there was a rash of suicides. that was a bad time.” the scientist continued, his voice shaky as he explained the fate of the cdc.
“you didn't leave. why?” andrea asked, placing her half empty glass of wine onto the crowded table.
“i just kept working. hoping to do some good.” he explained.
“dude, you are such a buzzkill, man.” glenn groaned, looking at shane as he slumped back into his chair.
later that night, after every had begun settling in for the night you found yourself lying awake in a sleeping bag a meter or so away from glenn. your hair was still damp from the warm shower you had no more then an hour prior. you pulled yourself up from the sleeping bag, wrapping your arms around your chest before wandering out into the hallway to find all but one light left on. daryls room. the door had been left open, allowing you to lean up against the doorframe as you watched daryl pull a clean shirt over his head and shoulders before noticing the brown bottle by the head of his sleeping bag.
“still hoggin’ the bottle huh dixon?” you giggled, causing daryl to spin around as the rest of his shirt fell down his torso.
he weakly scoffed as his eyes traced up and down your body, most of your legs exposed from the shorts you had found in some drawers while a baggy shirt hid most of your figure.
“d’yer reckon we could find the rest of ‘is stash?” you asked eagerly, looking up at daryl as a breathy chuckle fell from his lips.
“nah, yer cut off woman.” he chortled, as you walked further into his room “yer already drunk as i am.” daryl added.
your eyebrows almost immediately pinched together as you dramatically scoffed, “that shower sobered me up real good.” you teased, bending down to grab the bottle before taking a sip of the room temperature liquor. “‘n what would be so wrong with that?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest.
“nothin’!” he defended, his hands weakly rising into the air before dropping back by his side. “s’just you look like you can’t handle your booze is all.” daryl teased.
you dropped down onto the near by couch as you slurred, “i can handle my liquor jus’ fine.”
closely you watched daryl as he plopped down beside you, taking the brown bottle from your hand before taking another swig.
“women can never handle their liquor.” he mumbled, a weak laugh escaping his lips, making you frown.
“dixon.” you mumbled, looking across to his eyes as they remained focused on the bottle in front of him. “that sounds like a challenge.” you smirked causing the man to look up with a devilish grin plastered on his lips.
he extended his arm, offering the bottle to you. you took the bottle from daryl causing a soft giggle to leave your lips as you brought the rim of the bottle up to your mouth. taking another swig of the brown liquor - burning your throat - you rested the bottle in your lap.
“yer gonna be wasted.” he noted, trying to hide the grin sneaking onto his lips.
“you’ve never even seen me drink,” i scoffed, “for all you know i could’ve been a drunk before all of this rubbish.” i added, handing the bottle back to daryl as he shuffled a little closer.
“‘cept i do, yer told me ‘bout an hour ago that you barely had your first drink before the world went to shi-.” daryl teased, his words cut off as your hand covered his mouth, quietly shushing him.
“i told you that in confidence, and i said first legal drink.” you pouted as daryl’s hand lifted up to connect with yours that was still covering the majority of his mouth.
you could feel daryls breath on the palm of your hand as he let out a small chuckle but as his hands slowly began to peel yours away from his mouth, his lips began to purse, leaving a soft kiss on your skin. you watched him as his lips continued further down your wrist, his hand loosening before finally letting go to reattach at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him as you lips met. quicker then you could have ever imagined the kiss grew heated and passionate as you found yourselves pulling each other closer. in an act of desperation you pulled yourself onto his lap, resting your knees on either sides of his hips as you sat down on his lap, but it still didn’t feel close enough.
when you had suddenly pulled your lips away from daryls, leaving him confused and afraid that he had overstepped, but as your hands cradled his cheeks and a smile began to creep onto your lips he was left in a state of confusion.
“been waitin’ for yer to do this for a while.” you grinned, your eyes wandering around daryls face, admiring every little detail thanks to the close proximity.
“thought you were only doin’ this cause you’d been drinkin’.” he answered glumly, his hands still loosely hovering over your hips.
you shrugged weakly, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you whispered, “needed some liquid courage.” before your lips connected to his prickled jawline.
“scared of me huh?” he asked, his grip tightening around your waist as your delicate kisses began to tickle his skin.
“m’not scared of you.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, slowly beginning to work your way back to his lips.
but just as you went to reconnect your lips, daryl slightly pulled away, his eyebrows pinched together as he whispered, “ya think i’d say no to yer?”
you stayed silent, shyly nodding. heavy breaths filled the room as a weak muffled scoff left daryls lips. you let out a little chuckle at your own foolish mind for getting in the way of an action you had been wanting to pursue for some time now.
“didn’t think i was your type.” you commented, combing a piece of hair out of your face before your hand reattached to the base of daryl’s neck.
“didn’t think i was ya type either.” he breathlessly chuckled, his hands remaining firmly gripped onto your waist.
a soft giggle left your lips as your lips momentarily connected with daryls before pulling away to whisper, “your one hundred percent my type.” you smiled, your very words making daryl scoff in disbelief before your lips reconnected with his.
daryl was in heaven on earth. he had never imagined this happening and now with you on his lap, your mouth slowly beginning to part from his lips as you trailed down his chin and jaw, your entire body now beginning to slide down. his chest rose and fell heavily as you rested on your knees, your hands now beginning to fiddle with his belt buckle.
“ya- yer don’ have ta-“ a groan slipped from daryls lips as you began to peel away his jeans, the very action sending him into a euphoric state and with you on your knees before him, something much more lustful and libidinous began to grow.
the following morning daryl woke up to you wrapped around his body, the sleeping bag - intended for one person use - was sprawled out over your two bodies, providing some warmth. your arms were wrapped around his torso, and your legs were intertwined with his. daryl looked down at you, admiring your soft delicate feature as you peacefully slept for the first time in months.
daryl thought you were so deep in sleep that nothing could possibly wake you, so when a strand of your hair fell across your face, tickling your nose and lips, daryls hand rose from his side. as he began to brush away your hair, your eyes began to flutter open, causing daryl to freeze as he trucked the strand of hair behind your ear.
“morning.” you grumbled, your arms pulling away from the warmth of daryls body to stretch.
“mornin’.” he hummed, following your actions of sitting up right, the pair of you sitting shoulder to shoulder. “yer hungover?” daryl teased, beginning to rub his face before combing his hair out of his face.
“shut up.”
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he just like me for real
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You'll Be The Death Of Me
"You're nothing but a lying, cheating, murderous fucking bastard!" You yell whilst being haphazardly ushered into the infirmary of the Saviors compound. Your heart pounded deep in your chest; each thundering beat rang in your ears.
Negan let's out a dry chuckle as he licked his lips in thought. Your words seeming to fall upon unphased ears. "Well excuse the god damn shit out of me, but I would have at least expected a thank you. I mean, I did save your ass after all. S'there anything else you'd like to say, hmm? C'mon...I know you've got more in ya."
Your blood was boiling. Was he being serious right now? The tension from you gritting your own teeth made your gums throb. You wanted nothing more than to stab the son of a bitch right between his eyes. "Fuck you. FUCK. YOU."
The corner of his lips quirked upwards in an amused smirk. He was enjoying this, and you hated it. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're making me an offer." He remarks coyly. There's a dangerous glint to his eyes as he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly.
"Don't flatter yourself," you bit back with annoyance. You hated how easily he was able to get under your skin. How easy he made it for you to hate him. How difficult he made it to keep you from wondering what it would be like to be at his disposal. You curse yourself silently at the thought. "I would rather chew my own fucking hand off."
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“We’re the ones who live…” — Michonne Grimes
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☆ water | c.g
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TW ✿ ° : gun use, guns, mentions of death, close death, swearing
pairing ✿ ° : carl grimes x reader [platonic (could be more) + s/h]
summary of fic ✿ ° : When negan forces his daughter to fire on the battle field, she shoots a helpless boy. when he falls into the water unconscious, she can’t just leave him for dead.
requested by ✿ ° : @eveleighkinsey15
word count ✿ ° : 2.3k
a/n ✿ ° : this deleted the first time so i'm so sorry it took so long to get out x
death came by easier now, this was a world of death after all. the only thing you could really do now was wonder what happens after you do unfortunately die. were you still in your consciousness when you were a zombie? or did your consciousness go to a hopeful heaven like your spirit would? was there even a heaven for people who have kindness in there hearts? or did they make it to hell like the gross sickos and freaks?
y/n never really knew what happened once death occurred, but yet again no one really did. as she gazed out to the green decaying trees, she could only wonder if this was going to be her last fight alive. her father, negan smith, believed he had done it. he believed he had found these travelers in a venerable state to which he could kill their leader, rick. it’s all her ever talked about, kill rick this and kill rick that, it was annoying.
her dad was some kind of sicko like the ones in hell, yet she never had the guts to tell him her thoughts. she had let him run lose and kill who he could, she couldn't tell him not to go after innocents. honestly, she was scared. she was yelled at constantly, and she had gotten into incidents where he had to hold himself back from harming her physically. by now she knew what she could and couldn't say to him. she unfortunately knows what he could do to her ‘pretty little’ face.
“alright gang, they’ll be here soon! get out and hide so we can catch them!” y/n complied with her fathers pitiful orders. obviously she didn’t want to do this to them, but she also didn’t want to be alone either. she knew her father would drop her in the middle of no where, and dying alone was not on her bucket list. she opened the car door and stepped onto the grey gravel, everyone going to hide further up in the trees. she sighed, following the men as she didn't want to be left behind.
she silently ducked behind a blossoming juniper bush, reloading her carbine rifle so she could actually protect herself from the shots that were fired. her head was rushing with different kind of thoughts, but she needed to do this for herself, she needed to survive. she suddenly saw a dark red beaten jeep zoom nearby her, and she caught the face of daryl dixon, just for s split second. she knew daryl from an incident, so she knew rick was obviously with him. the two wouldn’t leave each other behind that easy.
it was silent for a long outstretched while, then the loud rumbling and roaring of a motor neared her once more, recognizing the red jeep from previously. she watched helplessly as daryl, rick, some woman and rick’s son got out the vehicle. they were all equipped with some form of weapons, so they weren’t leaving without a decent and bloody fight. y/n glanced at her father whom was in front of her, he had pulled the gun up to his eye. he peered through the scope right at the group.
the first shot crackled in the air like a blind firework, then multiple were fired shortly after. it was as if the first was a cue for the rest to start. y/n ducked lower to the grassy floor, anger bubbling through her body like a warm boiler. she glanced at her grinning father, growling at the way he was acting about this all. she then aimed helplessly at someone near by her, but because of their quick movements and dodges she couldn’t get a good shot on them.
after focusing on daryl’s quick body for too long, she heard a crackling snap of a twig behind her. just an animal, she told herself, but she thought different when she heard the horrifying cock of a handgun gun. she felt her heart skip a beat at the sudden noise. y/n never spun around so fast, shooting the perpetrator of the gun. the sound ripped through her ears like a rocket, making a terrible circuit sound whip around her head.
“oh my god, oh my god” she repeatedly whispered to herself, e/c eyes widening as she realized what sin she had preformed. the boy, who she now recognized as carl grimes, had been shot in the stomach. he just painfully watched her, letting his lip quiver with sudden fear. he felt all consciousness slip slowly from his head, eyes closing shortly after. his body stumbled as it hit the rotting tree behind him, then falling into the shallow waters bellow. despite the waters being shallow, his body did fall under the blue. he felt his body fall into a hidden piece.
“no no no! carl!” y/n gasped to herself, jumping up and starting to panic. she didn't know what to do, she didn’t know how to help him survive. she turned to where rick was crouched, he was making his way over slowly from behind the cars. maybe rick knew how to give cpr or something, she just needed him over here quicker. he needed to be closer to help his son. “rick! help! carl's been shot, he’s going to drown!” she screamed loudly before running into the water to try and pull him up.
she didn’t see rick run to where the two were previously, she was more focused on grabbing carl out of the blue water. his hat floated above the water, but she disregarded that as she found his clothed stomach floating just above the blue water line. she grabbed his cowboy hat while approaching his motionless body, placing the hat on his body. the slow ripples of his body made the water look pretty, maybe it was the wrong time and day for the water to look nice.
rick suddenly wailed at the sight of his son’s head underneath the water. he had lost his wife, and he couldn't loose his son too. y/n grabbed carl’s head carefully, raising it above the water. he looked rather peaceful, which pulled at her heart. was he dead? she pulled at his shoulders, etching him closer and closer to the bank of the stream. she kept thinking, a few more steps carl, just to reassure herself mainly. she didn’t want him to die, he still had a chance at a good and safer life.
“rick please! you have to know cpr or something! you have to save him!” y/n begged when she rested carl on the rough grey stones. the desperation in her voice shocked him, but he didn’t lack in movement. rick scrabbled to the two teenagers, whimpering and thanking the girl for grabbing his defenseless son. she sat back on the rocks while rick pumped at his chest aimlessly. she began counting to herself, how long it had been when he started the chest compressions. how long until it was too long.
“don’t yer dare, you ratbag” y/n looked up rather quickly to see her father angrily aiming a hand gun right at her face. her breathing suddenly stopped at the terrifying sight of her dad. she never thought she’d see this sight ever in her life, yet here she was. daryl had his shotgun aimed right at the back of negan’s head, eyes blazing red with hidden hatred for the elder man. ”put the gun down, and no one has ter get hurt” and negan obeyed. y/n had never seen her father shake from someone else’s words before.
“dad” the whisper came out rather softly yet noticeably, and rick started contagiously smiling. a few people let out sighs of pent up relief when carl sat up. his eyes squinted at the sudden blast of light, yet turned to see the events unfold. everyone remained still, y/n still staring desperately her sadist father. well the man she used to dumbly consider a father. she didn’t know him anymore, this whole apocalypse made him fowl and disgusting. this whole apocalypse changed him for the worst.
“y/n listen to me, get back in the car, you’re helping the enemy, i can’t even consider you my child. you sicken me” y/n felt the anger shoot through her like a gun bullet. was he seriously pulling that card? “good, I don't want to be your sick little offspring at all! i’m fucking sick of you and your disgusting behaviors! you have never once been my father since this started, and you never will be! so leave me for dead then!” the words flew out before she could process them. and when she did process them, she couldn’t stop now.
“i never wanted to fight you or challenge, i've been to scared of you. but i will not stand down to you anymore negan! I’m not fucking scared. you have ruined my life! dad’s aren't mean to do that to their daughters!” she wailed in horror, wet and fat tears filling her e/c eyes. she had never cried in front of her dad before, but she needed this moment. this was her moment. “we are only two people with the same last name.. we have no similarities anymore. you are dead to me” she finished angrily.
“negan, its best you and your pity party leave” rick spoke up bravely, standing to his feet, “she’s coming back with us” y/n turned her gaze to rick. he had now stood up at carls side defensively, carls blue eyes wondering to his angry father. “i think she’s made it very clear that she doesn’t love nor need you in her life” y/n dropped her head lower to the floor. she couldn’t look anyone around her in the eye right now.
“fine! you want to be apart of these show ponies then so be it, i just hope to shoot your rotting body one day” that was the last thing negan ever said to her before him and his few men walked away. he had strolled out of her life just like that, he surely didn’t care about her. y/n looked at his retreating figure, negan was out of her life and she could thrive happily. she now had better men to help her out. she would be safe and much more happier then with negan and his sick little friends.
when y/n was back at their safe point, she felt relaxed and refreshed. she had only been staying for a few days, but yet again it was so much better, having her own small shack to stay in and having her own job to help out. she felt as if she was apart of something more, not just apart of some apocalypse. she felt like she belonged with the other thankful survivors of alexandria, she was thankful for all of them. they had happily accepted her after some convincing with rick too, so she had to pay them back for her safety.
“so you're the kid that saved me right?” her relaxation in the garden was short lived when carl approached her. she turned to face him with a welcoming yet slightly confused smile, placing her shovel against the white home wall. carl looked a lot better after the gun shot he had induced, as it had only been a few days. y/n nodded sheepishly, approaching him with a small pip in her steps. This was their first formal interaction together, as carl had been often tended to by denise for the past few days.
“i guess you could say that, i have to owe it to your father though, he gave you cpr and stuff” she said cockily, placing her hand on the wall. it was true what she said, all she did was fetch carl from the shallow waters, it was nothing more then that. she would have done it for anyone who was there. plus anyone could have gone after him “all i did was go into the water, its not that interesting unless you make it out to be”
“yeah but you went in the water for me, your supposed enemy! plus you rebelled against your dad! that was amazing!” he gasped loudly leaning on the railing, “i never did catch your name, you know. mind telling me?” he looked down at her with a big lopsided grin. she saw some kind of friendly glint in his mischievous eyes, one that kept her on her toes for him. carl seemed friendly enough to her, and she really did need a good friend around here. it was getting boring of listening to daryl about how he used to kill squirrels. he calls them an old delicacy, gross.
“maybe that was because you were drowning in water, or was it because you were unconscious, but my names y/n! you don't have to tell me about your name, i know already” she said sticking her left hand out for him to shake. carl accepted it graciously in his own, giving a firm shake. “uhm, anyways.. rosita is hosting a dinner for everyone tonight, and i was going to ask if you wanted to sit with me?” carl seemed a bit nervous to ask the rather simple question, y/n found it very sweet.
“yeah for sure! that sounds like heaps of fun” she chuckled loudly when his face lightened up at her response. “and if it isn't a problem with you, we could go back to my place and i could show you my comics, i know girls don't really like comic books much bu-” y/n chuckled to herself, cutting him off suddenly. “No, I love comics, and i’d be happy to go with you!” she chirped back to him, making him crack a huge grin. reading comics sounded like a lot of fun, she needed to wind down.
y/n felt a form of happiness inside, one that would bubble forever.
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Heyho it's me again 👉🏼👈🏼💗
It's just a little idea and I thought you are the one to make something great out of it 🤭💗
I don't know why I'm suddenly so desperate for it but maybe Rick x crybaby reader? 👉🏼👈🏼
Love you so much sweetheart 💕💗
hey, honey bunny! I hope you like it, love you too.
summary - you are the crybaby of the group.
warning - slight angst.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
Big fat tears rolled down your cheeks, and your plump lip jutted out, trying to hold in your sobs. You watched as your friends tried to return to the cabin, but a herd of walkers stopped them. You couldn’t keep it in any longer, and loud wails left you. Thicker tears fell as you pounded on the window. The sound caused the walkers to turn and begin to make their way towards you, giving your group a chance to take them down.
The group had known you were a big crybaby when they had met you, crying when you got a small cut or when your favourite chocolate wasn’t found. It ranged from many things, and when it happened, most of the group would leave and just let you cry it out, but Rick was the one person that would stay and comfort you. You were so lost in your tears that you didn’t notice your friends had managed to reach the cabin and get inside. You couldn’t hear or see Rick approaching you and pulling you into a hug.
The hug startled you, thinking the walker had gotten to you after eating your friends. “No! No! Get off!” You cry more, trying to break free.
“Shh, hey. It’s okay. It’s me.” Rick holds you closer, spinning you around and burying your face into his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, rocking your body softly, calming you down slowly. Rick leans down and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay. Everything is okay.” You blink up at him, pouting as he strokes the tears from your puffy cheeks, cupping them in his large hands. Rick smiles down at you gently. “Hey, there’s my pretty baby. Did you get frightened?” You nod, snuggling into him, feeling safer when Rick is nearby.
“Was scary… Thought something bad was going to happen to you.” Your arms wrap tightly around him, squeezing him close to you.
Rick places another kiss on your head before resting his chin there. “Nothing will ever happen to me, darlin’. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”
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[SUMMARY: Pre-apocalypse: After recently breaking up with Negan, he catches you at a bar on a date with another man.]
Smut
Negan and Abbie
Being newly single was something you were having trouble getting used to. After being in a relationship with Negan for five years you chose to end things four months ago after countless lies. Well, tonight was your first date, your first night out spending time with another man that wasn't Negan...it felt strange. Cutting complete contact with Negan you moved in with your bestfriend Marie until you could get your own place. He would try calling you since you left but you would refuse to answer any text or call.
That night you decided to wear a dark teal low cut dress that clung to your body. Teasing your hair and applying some light make up you looked at yourself once more before leaving the house.
Meeting Brian at a bar you had never been to, you sat at a booth waiting for him as the music played before he finally showed up. He complimented you with a smile making you blush.
As the night went on and having had a few drinks the two of you comfortably spoke to one another getting to know each other. Throwing your head back in laughter you never noticed Negan walking in the through the main door. With his friend Simon he walked over to the bar taking a look around the place when he stopped in his tracks at the sight of you. In the four months he hadn't seen you, you had changed your hair color, never in the five years he was with you had he ever seen you in red hair. It was a color you always said you hated.
"Negan what's the hold up?!" Simon turned back calling out for him and found Negan distracted in a way he never really saw. Following his eyes he finally realized what had taken Negans attention.
"Shit," Simon whispered looking back at Negan, he could see the anger in his friends eyes. Watching you laugh and drink with another man hit a nerve inside him like he had never felt before.
"Ain't that some shit," Negan scratched the side of his face as he sat at the bar with Simon, still not being able to help but look over at you.
"Don't worry about it man, we'll have some drinks and just forget that shit," Simon responded as the bartender approached them.
Yet, it was hard for Negan to forget you were there. Taking sips of his beer he watched as you continued to have laughs and drinks with this man he had never seen before. He wanted to go up to you, he wanted to show himself, yet he waited for the perfect moment.
Almost everyone at the bar joined in on a group dance in the middle of the room. The crowd cheering as you looked over at Brian and quickly both joined the dance. Negan rubbed the back of his neck as he for the first time since noticing you could see what you were wearing. It was one of his favorite dresses that he loved seeing you in, a dress he had gifted you years ago. With a smile on your face you danced with Brian and switched dance partners around, Negan thought it was the perfect opportunity to show himself. Cutting into the middle of the dance smoothly he watched as you got closer to him. Enjoying yourself you laughed as the line moved along when you unknowingly finally got to Negan. Your back to him you had no idea who's arms were around your waist. You felt yourself being turned faster than you could keep up with making you laugh.
"Slow down!" You screamed over the cheers when Negan suddenly pulled you against him face to face finally showing himself to you. The crowd around you cheered as you froze in disbelief of who was before you.
"Been a long time, baby" any sign of a smile disappeared as you looked up at your ex. He could tell you didn't know what to say, your lips parted but no sound followed. His signature smirk slowly appeared across his lips when you noticed the music had stopped and a familiar voice called for you.
"Abbie, you ok?"
It was Brian, for just a few seconds you completely forgot you were on a date with another man and quickly pushed yourself off Negan.
"Brian, I...I-"
"I'm an old friend of Abbie, names Negan" he shocked you as he stuck out his hand for Brian to shake, what the hell was he up to?
"Oh, cool. Nice to meet you man. Names Brian," He innocently shook it leaving you anxious.
"We should go back to our table," you quickly interjected making Negan chuckle in a subtle way.
"Yeah I'll go grab us some shots," Brian responded as Negan crossed his arms.
"Shots huh? Abbie doesn't really like shots. She's a good ol' cold beer kinda woman."
"Oh yeah? I didn't know that." Brian looked at you tilting his head making you laugh nervously.
"Yeah, there's a whole lot of things you don't know about Abbie," Negan laughed as you brushed your hair back uncomfortably.
"Alright, well I'll go get us some beers. I'll be right back." Brian left you two alone as Negan took a sip of his beer giving you a chance to collect yourself.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Now is that anyway to talk to an old friend?" Negan teased you.
"Oh don't give me that shit," you snapped back as he shrugged.
"Hey, I just came by for a drink. Think I planned to walk into a bar and see my ex sitting with some asshole," .
"He's not an asshole," your defense of this man made Negans jaw tense.
"Well, I never knew you came to this bar-" you continued.
"I don't. Simons the one who dragged me here. I didn't want to come to this shit bar-" he looked down directly into your eyes. The look you gave him completely distracting him from what he was in the middle of saying. Your eyes always had a way of doing that to him.
"You look good, Abbie."
"Stop." You quickly looked away feeling your nerves get the best of you, he could see it on your face and smirked.
"Stop what? I'm just saying...the new hair...I fucking like it." He knew what he was doing to you. This was exactly why you didn't want to have any contact with him after the break up, you loved this man, you still did...it was getting hard to ignore it.
"I...I can't be here," you whispered before quickly turning away and making your way to the exit.
"Come on, Abbie.." Negan muttered low, quickly following you outside. Ignoring his calls you stepped to the side alley trying to lose him, trying to get yourself together when you felt him grab your arm.
"Abbie you don't have to run away for fucks sake-"
"Yes actually I do!" You yelled looking up at him.
"I just can't be around you Negan."
"Why?!" He stepped closer staring straight down at you. Of course he knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it.
"Because.." there he stood inches away from you, you could feel his eyes on your lips before he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you in for a kiss. In shock that he actually kissed you, you shoved him away and unexpectedly smacked him making him grin as he looked back at you. He could see the frustration in you, the fight you gave yourself until you couldn't help yourself any longer. He could see the guard you had in your eyes quickly slip away. Negan grabbed you once again pressing his lips against yours as he felt you allow yourself to melt in his arms. Grabbing onto his shirt pulling him closer, you could feel his hands excitedly touching every part of you eventually going up your dress. It had only been four months since you had last been with him but it felt like forever for the both of you. Going deeper into the alley Negan continued to kiss you before turning you around against the wall and unzipping his pants. No words were said as you both moved quickly and felt him move any clothing aside pressing his bare skin against you. With a gasp you felt him enter you and immediately began thrusting in a fast pace. His hands squeezing your waist, grunting with each movement, you moaned pressing yourself back against him. The music from the bar could be heard outside as people walked in and out, the two of you in your own world where you couldn't be seen.
Leaning onto the wall you moaned as you looked back at him to see him focused watching your ass bounce off him. Holding his sweater up by his mouth he bit down hard as he felt you tighten around him. Having a quickie in the back alley of a bar with your ex was something you never expected yourself to do, but it felt so good. Just as you moaned in pleasure feeling your legs shake, he felt you climax and quickly pulled out jerking off onto the ground.
"Shit-" he panted as you quickly fixed your dress pulling it down. Negan looked over at you as he fixed himself up and could tell you seemed anxious.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing-" you lied pulling out a mirror from your purse to check on your make up.
"How long you been dealing with this Brian?" He asked as you touched up your lipgloss.
"It was our first date," you spoke softly, your words making him chuckle loudly.
"Oops," he laughed as you snapped your mirror shut and threw it in your purse.
"I should go back," you sighed and began to walk away until he grabbed you by your arm forcing you to turn to him.
"What's wrong, Abbie?" His question making you almost look at him in disbelief.
"That wasn't suppose to fucking happen,Negan. We are done, I...I'm moving on-"
"I didn't make you do anything you didn't wanna do, baby,"
"I know that." You snapped back at him looking away.
"It just wasn't suppose to happen," you pulled your arm away and walked back into the bar.
"I've been looking for you! Thought you ditched me," Brian laughed as he handed you a beer.
"No, I..I got a call then I went to use the restroom, sorry about that." You laughed nervously just as you noticed Negan making his way back inside.
"Have you seen Negan by any chance?" Simon appeared beside you just as Negan reached the table.
"Shit, there you are. I thought we were gonna play some pool."
"Yeah, why not," Negan shrugged as you struggled to not make any eye contact with him.
"You guys down for a game of pool?" Simon asked.
"Yeah sure," Brian responded eagerly.
"You sure?" You asked hoping he would change his mind.
"Abbie doesn't know how to play pool," Negan looked over at you just as Brian did.
"I'll teach you," Brian insisted leaving you no other option but to go along with it.
Standing aside with your pool stick you watched as everyone went before you before Brian led you to a good spot. Guiding you on which ball to hit he adjusted your hands on the pool stick as you struggled to get a good angle.
"Hold on, let me help you better-" Brian got behind you adjusting your body, you could see Negan watching from the corner of your eye. Negan tensed up watching Brian so close to you, his hands on you, the sight of you slightly bent over against him making him take a deep breath.
"Here have another shot," Simon nudged Negan before passing him the glass attempting to distract him.
"I don't think I can do it," you spoke nervously. One more move Brian would make touching you and Negan knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.
"Just bend yourself a little more-" he caught Brian's hands on your waist and couldn't take it any more of it.
"Here, let me help her," Negan quickly cut in making you and Brian quickly stand up straight. Practically pushing Brian aside Negan got behind you catching you off guard.
"What are you doing..?" You muttered under your breath as you felt him adjust himself behind you. Negan didn't respond as he moved himself close, his lips just behind your ear, you could feel the warmth of his breath against you.
"Now hit it," taking a deep breath you took your shot and to your surprise made it in.
"Oh I got it!" You yelled excitedly as Negan grinned beside you before you realized he was still holding you. Brian raised a brow noticing how touchy Negan had been with you, he started to think something was up. You quickly stopped laughing and moved away from Negan once you noticed Brian's expression. Negan took a sip of his beer as Brian moved closer to you.
"Ever been on a motorcycle?" He suddenly asked you making Negan look his way.
"Yeah, I mean a few times. Why?" Those few times being behind Negan on his motorcycle.
"Thats how we're getting home tonight. You're cool with that?" Negan hadn't realized how tightly he held his fist as he heard your conversation.
"Yeah, I mean...I guess," you smiled.
"Well you better hold on tight for the ride, I tend to go a little fast," Brian teased. Negans nostrils flaring as he struck the ball harder than he meant to making it bounce off the table and fall in your direction.
"Woah," you stepped back as Negan walked before you and slowly picked up the ball. His eyes stopping on you as you stood in silence.
"How about another round of drinks?" Negan asked turning to Brian with a mischievous look.
"On me," he grinned.
Without saying a word Negan walked to the bar ordering himself an extra shot before having a quick talk with the bartender. He knew the man for years and knew he could count on him for any favors.
"Listen...I'll give you a hundred bucks if you do something for me," Negan whispered leaning over the bar.
"What's up?" The bartender leaned in as Negan asked him to go out front and destroy the bike that belonged to Brian.
"Just mess it up and act like you found it like that, got it?" Negan handed him the hundred dollar bill as the man quickly nodded.
Negan returned with extra beers as Brian continued the game of pool. Not saying much as the game continued, you found it strange but didn't say a word yourself. A few laughs between you and Brian when suddenly someone ran in yelling catching all of your attention.
"Someone's bike just got fucked out there, the Harley Davidson!" The man yelled making Brian quickly run out.
"What?!" You whispered in shock as you followed behind Brian to find his motorcycle completely destroyed. Negan silently followed watching it all play out.
"What the fuck!" He yelled angrily.
"Shit, man. Someone don't like you," Negan chuckled making you turn back to him. The look on his face was one you knew all too well, he knew something. Squinting your eyes at him you looked back at Brian who was clearly angry.
"I'm gonna have to call my brother to come help me pick this up, he can fix this. He's a cop, he'll find out who did this. I'm sorry Abbie, I'm gonna have to go."
"It's fine, Brian. I understand," you assured him as he turned to call his brother. Once again turning to find Negan with a smirk on his face as he spoke to Simon, you knew it was him.
Once Brian had left and everyone went inside you turned to Negan who was by the door and walked towards him.
"How could you do that?" He looked up at you with puckered brows.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart." He spoke low before you shoved him in his chest.
"Don't lie to me, Negan. I know that was you." You leaned in closer looking up directly at him.
"And so what if it was?" He responded in a cocky tone.
"I knew it, you do know his brother is a cop right?" you shook your head crossing your arms.
"Is that suppose to scare me?" He practically chuckled.
"You think I was going to let you ride on behind some asshole?"
"So you do this?! Don't you think it's a little much? And who the hell are you to say I can't?!" Your response making Negan smirk.
"Who am I? You sure you want me to answer that?" He slowly stepped closer making you back away.
"Try me," you attempted to sound as confident as you could. Negan laughed taking one last sip of his beer before throwing the bottle aside, you could tell he was pretty drunk.
"Alright, I'll tell you who. The man who just had you bent over in a back alley, with your cum all over his dick while your date was waiting for you inside. That's who-"
"You're a fresh son of a bitch!" You yelled at him.
"But am I lying? Poor man had no idea I was just balls deep in you," Negan laughed as you shook your head.
"Always did have such a way with words whenever you drank," you turned away and began to walk down the block.
"Where you going?!" He yelled loudly.
"Home," without looking back at him you continued to walk, you could hear him catching up to you.
"Let me call a cab for you."
"I don't want shit from you,"
"It's 1 in the fucking morning, Abbie. Im not letting you walk-"
"Watch me." You responded walking faster.
"Well I'm walking with you, you could be mad at me all you fucking want. I'm still gonna walk with you." Negan spoke stubbornly, you knew he wouldn't let it be. For a few blocks he walked beside you as you both remained silent. You had to admit to yourself, it was sweet of him to still want to make sure you got home safe regardless of you wanting to speak to him or not.
"Where am I walking you to?" He broke the silence as he looked over at you.
"Home," you responded blandly.
"Wherever the fuck it is, it's not your fucking home. Your home is with me-"
"Negan, please." You stopped in your tracks in the middle of the block turning to him. Negan sighed tilting his head, a genuine sparkle in his eyes, any trace of sarcasm was no longer visible.
"Come home, baby,"
"Negan," you shook your head looking down at the ground.
"This isn't no fucking liquor talking. I love you and I know you love me," you could see him almost getting emotional.
"I need you to come home-"
"I can't talk about this right now...not like this.." you looked away hiding your tearful eyes as you continued to walk.
"So then let me take you on a real date tomorrow...we'll talk about everything. What do you say?" He looked over at you as he walked beside you.
Truthfully you wanted to quickly blurt out yes but you were afraid.
"Just to talk," you spoke softly.
"Just to talk." Negan agreed as he walked the rest of the way with you in silence. Your heart racing just thinking about what the next day would bring yet eager to see what he would have to say..
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|| Daryl Dixon x Maddie Green || TWD Rewrite || TAGLIST ||
• DADDIE🎶 • SHIPS OF YAIN •
Season One
Chapter 1 - Days Gone Bye
Chapter 2 - Guts
Chapter 3 - Tell It to the Frogs
Chapter 4 - Vatos
Chapter 5 - Wildfire
Chapter 6 - TS-19
Season Two
Chapter 7 - What Lies Ahead
Chapter 8 - Bloodletting
Chapter 9 - Save the Last One
Chapter 10 - Cherokee Rose
Chapter 11 - Chupacabra
Chapter 12 - Secrets
Chapter 13 - Pretty Much Dead Already
Chapter 14 - Nebraska
Chapter 15 - Triggerfinger
Chapter 16 - 18 Miles Out
Chapter 17 - Judge, Jury, Executioner
Chapter 18 - Better Angels
Chapter 19 - Beside the Dying Fire
Season 3
Chapter 20 - Seed
Chapter 21 - Sick
Chapter 23 - Walk with Me
Chapter 24 - Killer Within
Chapter 25 - Say the Word
Chapter 26 - Hounded
Chapter 27 - When the Dead Come Knocking
Chapter 28 - Made to Suffer
Chapter 29 - The Suicide King
Chapter 30 - Home
Chapter 31 - I Ain't a Judas
Chapter 32 - Clear
Chapter 33 - Arrow on the Doorpost
Chapter 34 - Prey
Chapter 35 - This Sorrowful Life
Chapter 36 - Welcome to the Tombs
Season Four
Chapter 37 -
Season Five
Season Six
Season Seven
Season Eight
Season Nine
Season Ten
Season Eleven
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I have a TWD request if your up for it! I just started the series again and was thinking of a Daryl or Glenn x reader where the reader was a senior microbiology student in college at the time of the outbreak and was doing an internship at the CDC. That's where she meets them and ends up joining their team when they leave
CDC - Glenn Rhee
Summary: Glenn reassuring the reader as they drive away from the CDC.
A/N: I couldn't remember everything that happens at the CDC and didn't wanna rewatch the episode/s so this just a short blurb that takes place directly after the place blows up. Also I killed Andrea to further my "Emily hates Andrea" personality trait.
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“I delivered pizza,” Glenn mentioned, the RV hitting a pot hole as it pulled off the curb. It rattled your whole body, shaking you left to right and knocking you against Glenn. He steadied you with an arm around your shoulders over the back of the booth seat.
The fire that was raging behind you was bright in the middle of the day and you were almost convinced that you could still feel the warmth of it inside the RV with the windows up. You could definitely hear the sound of the walkers that were attracted to the fire, moaning and dragging themselves into combustion.
“What?” You turned your head away from the window for the first time since you sat down in the booth seat of the RV and looked at Glenn.
It had been Rick that had offered you the chance to leave with them when Jenner locked all the doors. It’d seemed silly to agree to the notion of leaving when you knew the steel doors were impenetrable once they came down. But you agreed anyway because dying wasn’t on your list of things to do. And now you were here, in the RV with Dale driving and Glenn sitting next to you, following the other cars of the other survivors in the ragtag group that had broken into the CDC the night before.
More had happened in 12 hours than had happened in the last two months.
“Before, you know...dead people started roaming around.” Glenn explained, moving his arm from off your shoulder and leaning his elbows on the table. His arm was still pressed against yours in the small space.
“You delivered pizzas?” You clarified.
“Yeah. Yup.” He replied, “I know that, whatever that was, was way more important than delivering pizza, just figured...it might make you feel better?” Glenn scrunched his face up to show his confusion as he ran a hand through his hair. When he’d started talking he was sure he had an actual point to make but now he was struggling to remember what it was.
When you’d agreed to come with them he’d offered a spot in the RV right away. With Jackie and Andrea gone it seemed somehow like he’d jinxed the situation and he was trying desperately to say something to make up for the silence that lingered in the two women’s absence. You hadn’t said much in the CDC and you’d said even less since they got outside but Glenn had spent the entire dinner the night before unable to stop stealing glances at you. Not in a creepy way, he’d assured Dale when the older man inquired, he just thought you were beautiful and he hadn’t exactly been in the position to see too many attractive people lately.
“I was doing my co-op at the CDC...it’s like an internship while I was in school...I was working on my senior thesis when the outbreak happened and, didn’t know what else to do so I went to work. Which I guess was better than staying at my dorm, in hindsight, but maybe also worse cause I got stuck with Jenner.” Being away from most of civilization for even the short period of time that you had found yourself had clearly given you a knack for oversharing.
That and a cute guy was currently giving you all of his attention, which was also a bonus.
“You all seem pretty familiar with what exactly is going on out here.” You mentioned, looking back out the window as the RV continued down the freeway, back toward Atlanta. “I’ve studied some postmortem samples up close but haven’t actually seen anyone like...be undead?”
“Oh man, you should’ve seen Rick and I. A couple weeks back, I think, got stuck in the city on a run...it was gross...” Glenn launched into the harrowing story of his survival through a crowd of the very undead that you’d referenced, adding a few embellishments for the sake of keeping you interested in the story.
As he spoke you looked up toward the front of the RV, catching Dale’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He turned and smiled at you before looking back at the road ahead. In the back, T Dog was sleeping, though you were completely bewildered as to how someone could sleep after what you had just witnessed.
“If that’s what I have to look forward to,” you finally said as Glenn’s story came to an end. You had missed bits and pieces of it but could put together all you needed to know, you were far in over your head. Alive, but over your head.
“It’ll be okay,” Glenn promised. He laid a hand over yours and squeezed, the reassuring look back on his face again, “we’re together and we take care of each other. I promise.”
You nodded, “I’ll just stick close by you, how’s that?”
“Yeah, yeah, that works. Stay by me, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Glenn replied. It wasn’t exactly a promise that he could make, especially when he had no idea where they were going to end up now that the CDC was out of question, but he fully intended to do everything in his power to keep it. He couldn’t let anything happen to you, he felt far too much hope when he looked at you to let go of that.
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Forgotten Innocence
Chapter 2:
~ Sylvia Bennet ~
The next day, Silas and I were introduced to the people that had arrived, Rick, Shane and Carl's entire group had shown up early in the morning and were greeted with the news that Carl would be fine, but they were the only people happy. The Greene family were mourning the loss of their loved one and so we held a memorial for Otis.
I was folding up Silas and I's blankets that we used the night prior when Maggie walked in. "You don't need to do that, you two can just keep sleepin' there. I talked with my daddy and he said he was fine with the two of ya'll stayin' inside-"
"Actually Maggie, Silas and I might head out," I told Maggie. She was shocked, to say the least as she stared at me in confusion. "We don't know these people, we don't know you. It's best we get out of all of your ways." I explained.
Maggie shook her head. "You ain't a problem to us at all. Ya'll are quiet, and as long as ya'll help around the farm there won't be any problems. We're happy to help that group and we're happy to help ya'll too." She walked over to me and stopped me from folding the sheets. "Please stay, I could use with someone my age hanging 'round here."
"Please Sylvie. Please can we stay?" Silas begged. I could see Maggie smiling at me from the corner of my eye.
I sighed before nodding my head. "We'll stay," I announced. Silas ran over to me and hugged me before giving Maggie a hug. It was safe to safe that overnight Maggie had grown close to us and was more willing to help out. "What can we do to help?" I asked Maggie.
"Well Silas can come and try this food I made, and you can help me wash the dishes." Maggie deadpanned. I glared at the back of her head as we followed her into the kitchen. "I was thinking about going for a run into town if you'd like to tag along, Beth would happily look after Silas for you," Maggie told me as she threw me a towel.
I started drying some of the dishes on the counter whilst Maggie continued washing. "Sure, I have to get some things for me and Silas, and besides I think he may have a crush on Beth." I teased the boy sitting at the table.
He yelled with a mouthful of food, "I do not!" Maggie and I laughed at his response. "But Beth is really pretty though." He admitted his face bright red.
"Well, I think ya' out of luck little man. Bethy has a boyfriend." Silas pouted. "And besides, you're too young for a girlfriend. My daddy would have a fit if I was running 'round tryna find myself a boyfriend at your age."
Dale came rushing inside. "There's a walker in your well." He panted. Maggie took one look at me before drying her hands and following Dale back outside.
"I like it here Sylvie, everyone's so nice. I can't wait until Carl wakes up and then we can be best friends." Silas handed his finished dishes to me as he talked.
I stopped Silas as he went to walk outside. "Stay inside until Maggie comes back okay? If you want you can help me clean up." I told Silas. He whined at my response and trudged back over to me. "When anything happens outside you come back in here okay? Keep yourself out of danger." I informed him.
As time went on when I finished drying off one of the dishes Silas would put it away and that continued on until I finished and then Maggie returned, only she looked more pale and ill. "You alright?" I asked the sickly-looking girl.
"I'm fine. We should head out now, Beth's in her room Silas." Silas ran off up the stairs and I followed Maggie out of the house. "You rode a horse before?"
"Once, when I was like twelve." I watched as she untied the horses from their posts and then hopped on her own. I mimicked her actions of getting up before awkwardly sitting on it.
~
The ride to town was short, but it felt long as I struggled to control the animal. "Ya' havin' fun?" Maggie called out from in front of me.
"Something like that," I responded. I held on tightly to the horse's reins as we slowed to a stop at the pharmacy. The pharmacy had already been raided of most of its important things, but I still packed a few extras that I thought could be useful. "What else was on that list?" I approached Maggie as she stared down at the bit of paper in confusion. She showed me what was on an individual note. "Pregnancy tests? Wow."
I walked over to the feminine hygiene sections and threw her the box of pregnancy tests before picking up some condoms. "Why are you gettin' that. You got a boyfriend out there? Is that why you were tryna' run away so soon?" Maggie questioned.
"The last thing those people need is another child, I'm sure they'll be thankful that I'm getting these," I replied as I shoved them in her bag.
I returned to looking through some more items. "Do you ever think 'bout it?" Maggie asked as she walked beside me.
"About what?"
"Sex." I paused in my place as I turned around to look at her. "I mean, don't you get lonely out there? I know I do, wouldn't it just be nice to relax and get down and dirty?"
"Never really thought about it before, with Silas and all the last thing I'm worried about is sex." I shrugged my shoulders. I went to exit the pharmacist when Maggie said something that stopped me.
“Silas isn’t here now.” I frowned at her response and turned around to see her staring at me. “It’s just us two and this place is empty.” Maggie took slow strides as she made her way over to me.
Her eyes flickered down to my lips and suddenly everything happened fast. Her lips were on mine before I could even register what was going on.
I caved into my urges and kissed the farmers daughter back. Her lips were surprisingly smooth like she had freshly used chapstick.
Her hands found their way to the back of my head as she ran her fingers through my hair. My own hands found their place on her waist as I slowly teased the skin showing. Maggie pulled away from the kids to pull her shirt up before doing the same to my own. “You are so perfect.” She mumbled as she looked me up and down.
I looked around behind us before nodding in the direction of the back of the pharmacy. “Probably shouldn’t do this out here.” I told her as I grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind me.
Maggie smirked at my words. “Ya’ that are ya’?” As we entered the room I closed the door and pressed her up against it. My lips found hers once again and then I slowly trailed down to her neck. “Not there. Don’t want daddy to find out.” She panted.
I placed my lips lower until they reached her chest where I sucked at the skin. I reached around her back and undid her bra and allowed it to fall.
With her tits on full display, my hands reached up to caress them. I leaned down and licked at her one of her hardened nipples while I fondled with the other one in my hand. My kisses then followed down her stomach until I reached the waistband of her pants. “You sure about this?” I asked.
Her hooded eyes were watching my every movement as she nodded her head. “I’m certain.” Maggie confirmed. With that being said, I helped Maggie shimmy out of her pants, her underwear coming along with them. Teasing her, I kissed her thigh close to her private area drawing out the session even longer. “You’re driven’ me crazy here.”
I took one finger and slid it though her folds, her wetness coming off and onto my finger. “You been thinking about this for a while have you?” I teased. Maggie shook her head and smiled at me.
I pushed her legs so she was stood with them apart a little before leaning forward. Spreading her folds and revealing to me her most sensitive area, my head dipped for and I flicked my tongue against her bud. The moan Maggie let out was one of surprise as she gripped onto my hair.
After hearing her reaction, I tried it once again, this time taking a longer stride as I got a taste of her wetness.
With Maggie pushing holding me close, I finally gave in to watch she wanted and lapped at her clit. Her moans were muffled as she covered he mouth with her hand, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless.
I sucked on her sensitive bud and alternated between doing that and licking. I then eased a finger in her hole and slowly pushed it in further. With one hand in her vagina, I kept the other one on her stomach to hold her in place.
I hummed as she let out a louder moan when I moved my finger. The vibration from my mouth adding to Maggie’s pleasure. I slid another finger in and began to thrust them in an out.
My eyes were glued to Maggie’s face as she had her head resting against the door. One hand was still on the back of my head whilst the other was pressed into the wall, occasionally she would grip at it in the hopes of getting some leverage. She looked ethereal as she moaned. With her eyes shut tightly and her mouth left hanging open.
“Damn Sylvia, ya’ really know how to use ya’ mouth, don’t ya’?” Maggie groaned. “I’m gonna cum soon.” Her voice grew higher as she got closer and closer to that bubble bursting.
My hand thrusted faster and my tongue flicked quicker as I urged her into her release. The feeling of her clenching around my fingers and her much louder moans signaled to me that she was cumming.
The grip she had on my hair was tight as she came on my fingers. Her breathing was heavy and her chest moved up and down. I pulled my fingers out after drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible, my fingers coated in her cum.
“You’re turn now.”
~
The ride back to the farm was tense; after our session in the pharmacy, no words were exchanged. "So-"
"Don't spoil it." Maggie cut me off before I could get my words out.
"I wasn't gonna talk-"
"Look, it was a one-time thing, that's all." Maggie hopped off her horse and walked away, leaving me to tie the horses up to their posts on my own. I watched as she walked up to her father and strikes up a short conversation with him before marching back into the house.
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