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crazylilad · 2 years

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I'll do anything for you even if you won't love me back -Daryl Dixon X Y/N

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Hey guys! So this is actually an idea I had when cleaning my room a couple nights ago and just now got to write it. I never really thought I would write one shots but I have a few in mind that might start coming out these next couple weeks!

Please make sure to reblog if you enjoy this little idea I had! It helps a ton!

This is set in early season 7 during Negan's first visit to Alexandria!

Word count: 1448

Daryl Dixon had spent days in that tiny cell with no way to tell how long it had been. He spent most of his time in his own, dark thoughts; most of the time he thought of Glenn and Abraham, how if he had killed Dwight -who was now in charge of feeding and taking care of Daryl- none of them would be in this mess.

When Dwight suddenly took Daryl out of his cage of cement and shoved him in the back of a truck, Daryl worried this would be the last time he would see anyone ever again.

His mind wandered to Y/N, the way she had begged Negan to take her instead of him, how she had pleaded in front of everyone for him. Y/N had never begged before, had never stooped to such a low standard, but for Daryl it seemed she would do anything.

They had spent many nights in the same bed, away from the rest of their family and enjoying early mornings in one another’s arms. Although Daryl didn’t actually live with Y/N, who decided to share a home with Enid that way the teen wasn’t having to live on her own, he was over there more often than not.

Y/N was nice like that, always sacrificing what she had for others. All those moments spent together, that time on the road when he had pushed her away after Beth… The hours she spent patching him up and kissing his worries away. She never left his side, always checking up on him and making sure he was okay even when he couldn’t do the same for him.

Those were only a few of the thousand reasons why Daryl loved her.

He closed his eyes, tears brimming at the edges while he hoped Y/N was okay, that the nasty bruise one of the saviors had left her when she went to kill Negan was gone.

His fists clenched when he realized where they were, the color from his face draining when Spencer opened Alexandria’s gate for Negan. Rick had tried to speak to Daryl but was quickly shut down, Negan threatening to cut off parts of Daryl.

But Daryl didn’t care anymore.

“Where’s that chick with the badass pocket knife? Her face all screwed after Mark hit her?” Negan turned around, a smirk on his face when he saw Daryl’s deadly glare. “She’s your girl, yeah? What was her name- Y/N right? Now she was beautiful! In fact,” He paused. “I wouldn’t mind makin’ her one of my wives.”

Daryl wanted nothing more than to choke the devil in front of him. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized… Where was Y/N?

He followed quietly as Negan and Rick took a stroll around Alexandria, Negan continuing to speak about Y/N in front of Daryl like he wouldn’t lash out any second.

Soon enough they had reached Y/N’s place. Rick didn’t meet Daryl’s gaze when he walked in the small townhouse, Enid passing by with some balloons in her hands and a pale face.

Negan chuckled. “Did you decorate this shit show?” He pointed to the white love seat with shoe stains and blood on it. “Now I know you didn’t think this was some nice pansy little chair!” Daryl didn’t give him a reaction.

That chair was something Y/N had forced him to keep, saying something about how even with the stains it was a gorgeous piece of furniture. He had to keep himself from snorting when he remembered the multiple dinners Enid and he had spent trying to convince her to get rid of it.

“Where’s her room?” Negan asked, whistling a tune as he raced up the stairs. Daryl’s heart nearly stopped.

“Neg-” Rick tried to stop him.

Dwight shoved Daryl up the stairs when he hesitated. Negan and Rick were already standing in the master bedroom, some saviors in Enid’s room taking whatever they wanted.

“Where is she?” Negan asked Rick, who was too busy looking at the clean room. Daryl noticed there was a lack of weapons on their dresser and the bathroom was clean instead of having toiletries strewn on the counter.

Rick sighed, eyes glistening like he was holding in tears. “She- she didn’t make it back.”

Daryl’s heart stopped as he tried to think of what could’ve happened, why they could be hiding her away. Where are you, Y/N?

Negan whistled lowly. “Damn, the widow and her as well… how’d she die?”

A tear fell down Rick’s cheek. “She… she couldn’t take it all. Took her knife and-”

“Okay.” Negan stopped him. “I mean shit… in front of you all? With that stunt she pulled, I thought she would’ve greeted me with another knife, but instead she goes and offs herself? Now that sucks.”

Negan tossed one of the boxes that sat on their dresser to the floor and chuckled when pictures flew out, decorating the floor.

Daryl swallowed when Negan bent and picked up the picture of Y/N and Daryl standing in their bathroom. Aaron had given Y/N a polaroid the night they had come to Alexandria and she had spent a lot of her time taking pictures of the group.

In this picture Y/N was in the deep green dress she had worn to Deanna’s welcoming party, the daisy Daryl had picked from someone’s garden in her hair. Daryl stood next to her, smiling down at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world while she drunkenly leaned against his chest.

Negan whistled. “Damn. I- I see why you like her. Or, I’m sorry, liked her. I mean- Damn! She’s fine.”

Negan dropped the picture on the floor before pulling out one of the dresser Drawers. There sat all of Daryl and Y/N’s undergarments. They were all neatly folded, much different from the mess the two always kept it in, each promising to take care of it one day but neither ever got to it.

Y/N preferred her clothes mused instead of folded neatly. “It’s easier to find what I want that way,” she would tell Daryl.

Daryl’s eyes wandered the room, his eyes falling to the floor when he noticed a stray picture. This one was of their room, the piles of clothes that sat in the corner were there, the bathroom door was opened, showing their organized mess. Y/N’s jacket she rarely ever wore was hung up on a hanger on their closet door where Daryl had put it the day before Denise had died. And, if that wasn’t enough, in bright red sharpie, HERE was written across the picture.

This was just taken, Daryl realized. She’s still in the house.

His foot moved to cover the picture as carefully as he could, freezing when he saw something under the bed move. A small hand moved near his bare foot, and he pushed the picture toward it, grateful no one was paying attention to him.

Negan continued to throw drawers onto the floor, making a mess. It wasn’t long after that saviors entered the room and began taking what they wanted.

Daryl was tossed around, always moving about and helping the saviors load things into their trucks. When he came back in, a savior was Shoving Y/N’s jewelry box into Daryl’s hands.

Daryl paused when one of the saviors cursed as he dropped something and moved to look under the bed for it.

Daryl’s heart raced and he hardly had time to think before he choked out a cough and fell toward the savior, making the man focus on keeping his balance. The savior pushed Daryl to the ground, cursing.

The jewlery box broke into multiple fragments next to him.

“Damn fool!” The savior yelled as he landed a swift kick to Daryl’s ribs.

Daryl gasped as the kicks kept coming, now on his back as well. He could’ve sworn his gunshot wound reopened. His eyes fluttered and he noticed Y/N pull her gun out, already planning on blowing her cover. He made eye contact with her, noticing the fear in her eyes. For him.

Daryl knew, then and there, no matter what happened to them, even if he was nothing more than someone to warm her bed at night, he would do anything for you even if you won't love him back.

And while he didn’t know it, Y/N thought the same thing, silently vowing to protect Daryl even if she lost her own life. Because, whether he returned her feelings or not, Daryl Dixon was the man she loved more than anything else.

Prompt: I'll do anything for you even if you won't love me back

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Carol and f reader. Reader saves Sophia, but returns injured as hell, and tells Carol. "even if I die today.... seeing your smile at your daughters safety is all I need In the world"

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In a world marked by chaos and destruction, you fought doggedly against an fast approaching zombie horde. Two days had passed since Sophia ran away in fear from a small horde of zombies and you had sworn to Carol that you would find her and bring her back. So you had kept your promise and set out on your own.

The sky was streaked with a poisonous orange-red color as the sun set in a faint glow, making the scene even more frightening. You had found Sophia safely in the swamp, a few kilometers from Hershel Greene's farm, and now you held her hand tightly as you hurried through the devastated streets in the dim twilight. Your breath was ragged and your face was lined with sweat and your own blood. Behind you, menacing moans could be heard from zombies stalking behind you in search of human flesh.

"Faster, Sophia. Come on," you complained, glancing quickly over your shoulder to make sure the distance to the undead was increasing. Frightened, the young girl clung to your sweaty and blood-soaked hand, her eyes wide in terror. She did not think for a second and followed you, even if her legs were already on the verge of giving up. “I am scared, y/n!”

"You are safe with me. I will take you home to your mother and the others," you said encouragingly as you quickened your pace and ran as fast as you could. The heartbeat in your ears drowned out the growls of the hungry undead as you desperately tried to find shelter for Sophia to take on the zombie herd alone.

You finally reached an abandoned building and disappeared inside with her. With shaking hands, you closed the door and leaned against it, panting and relieving at the same time. Outside, the first zombies were already pounding on the locked door, unable to reach the safe haven. You looked down at the girl kneeling on the floor, panting to fill her lungs with air. "You have to listen to me now, Soph,"

The person you spoke to tilted her head over her shoulder, looking at you with tearful and fearful eyes. Sophia nodded carefully, following your movements as you searched the entire house and opened the bathroom. "I am going to go out there and clear the way for us. You stay in here and do not come out until I get you or you hear me whistle, understand?"

"No, y/n. You will never be able to do this, there are too many!" Ignoring her pleas, you looked out the window to get an overview of the situation. Your resolve grew as you realized your responsibilities, it was the only way to avoid bringing the horde back to the farm and putting your entire family in danger. You had to fight. "No matter how loud it gets out there, you will not leave again. Promise?"

She nodded again and you took her to the bedroom for safety. You hugged Sophia, a promise of rescue in your eyes as you prepared to clear the path for you two before quietly climbing through the window in the bathroom at the back of the house, determined to protect your friend's child. The zombies noticed the movements and began to stagger in your direction. You fought quickly against the approaching horde. The clanging of your weapon cut through the silence as you desperately tried to force your way through. The zombies surrounded you, but you continued to fight despite your weakness. You did everything you could to protect the child until you could not anymore.

With a beating heart and a determination fueled by sheer will to survive, you charged through with deft movements, years of experience proving that you managed to keep the creatures at bay. The undead were relentless, their hungry eyes fixed on your life. With the last of your strength and the remaining adrenaline pumping through your veins, you plunged your machete into each rotten head, before you ran to get the zombies away from Sophia and stumbled, hearing your ribs crack as an iron bar pierced through yours boring left upper abdomen.

It was only with great difficulty that you managed to pull yourself up on the pole on your own and not give up despite the pain and exhaustion. You continued to fight your way through the stream of death and destruction, your movements slower and less coordinated as you faced the final two zombies. When the two of them finally fell to the ground, you briefly collapsed on your knees, using the energy you had left to whistle loudly and sharply.

As she carefully came out of the house, you were kneeling on the ground, badly injured, your face marked by pain and exertion. Blood was dripping from a wound onto the floor, already forming a wide pool of blood and you could barely move, let alone breathe properly. Sophia rushed to you, gently grabbed your shoulders and tried to get you up. "Y/n, come on. You have to get up, please."

With all her strength she helped you to your feet. You leaned heavily on the young girl who acted with amazing strength and determination. Slowly Sophia began to walk, carrying most of your weight as every movement caused you pain. "You can do it, you just have to stay awake long enough to tell me where we need to go. After that, someone will take care of you." Sophia was small but incredibly strong and determined to bring you home.

The two of you limped through the dark forest together, your gait became weaker and you began to stagger. The sun had already completely set and the darkness had bathed the land in a gloomy, ghostly light as she supported you as best she could. Despite the difficulties and the lurking threat, she didn't give up and listened to your whispered directions. The girl had absorbed some of your courage and wanted to take you to safety, just as you had, feeling the gratitude and deep trust in the way she cared for you.

Together you fought the pain and fatigue as you slowly but steadily moved towards your goal. A place where you were protected from the dangers of the world. "Y/n, you have to whistle. Whistle for me so they know we're back. COME ON!" her elbow pressed against your wound and you cried out, momentarily back in focus. With the last of your strength, you whistled as loudly as you could and took one step at a time across the meadow that separated you from the house.

Not a minute later you heard the door open, four people running towards you one after the other. Daryl and Rick immediately came to your side. Sophia was torn from your arms as the two men wrapped their hands protectively around your torso. They quickly dragged you the last few meters to the house and then laid you on the couch, where Maggie and her father were already getting to work taking care of you.

"You saved her, you brought my Sophia home again!" you heard a female voice echo before Carol's face poked out in front of your blurry vision. Tenderly, she took your hand in hers, stroked it and thanked you several times for your help. "Even if I die today, seeing your smile at your daughters safety is all I need in the world," you replied as you slowly drifted into unconsciousness, severely injured and exhausted from your heroic rescue mission.

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ysoandi · 1 year

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An Understanding | Rick Grimes

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Summary: After pulling a dangerous stunt in a run, Rick seeks to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Rick, Rough Sex, Sub drop if you squint.

Word Count: 4.2K

You weren't running.

At least that's what you told yourself as you quickened your steps. No. You just needed to go back. Go back to the house. Before he catches up to you.

You'd made it to the porch. The house was silent, courtesy of Olivia taking Judith in. And you thanked your lucky stars that Carl was out. No doubt hanging around with Enid. You've never been more grateful in your life to have the kids out of the house.

Reaching for the door, you'd thought yourself lucky to have made it this far without him hounding on your back. You knew that you made a mistake today. A big one but you thought maybe he'd already gotten over it. Maybe he just went back to the armory, checking, making sure that everything was going back to its place. Maybe he'll just go on about his day. And maybe he'd come back to the house when you and the kids have already gone to bed. However, you weren't that fortunate.

A hand reached out, clasping tight around your arm and you closed your eyes as you felt him turn you towards him.

"Y/N," he hissed, face close to yours, his breath fanning out on your cheek, "What the heck was that?"

You didn't bother saying anything. That would turn out to be another mistake. It seemed that today was going to be filled with a lot of those.

"Answer me," you opened your eyes to see his chest moving fast, like a bull who has a matador within his sight. And there you were with your silence, red as you waved it in front of him. His frustration grew and when he saw you weren't going to answer anytime soon, he dragged you into the house.

You blinked and found yourself pushed against the wall.

"What the hell were you thinking? Pulling a stunt like that? Huh?" You shut your eyes, remembering what happened on the run.

You'd all went to a shopping centre that Glenn had scouted before. With no sight of a big number of walkers, you'd all made a run there in the hopes of finding whatever you can find. Diapers, formula, antibiotics, gauze. So many things needed, so little the chance of finding them was. But you'd held out hope.

It was expected to not find all you wanted but you still looted a decent amount of stuff. You'd gone into the pharmacy, jumping over the countertop and tried to find anything useful. Rick had been across from you, inside a clothing store. And when you saw him lift a small dress, a frilly orange thing, your heart had clenched at the sight.

You forced yourself not to stare, moving your attention to the shelves in front you. You had no idea what you were grabbing but you gathered all you can take in a plastic bag you found lying on the side.

You were pushing the heavily filled bag to the other side of the counter when you heard it. The sound of the unmistakable growls of walkers. It was coming from behind you and once you turned around you found more than half a dozen of those dead ones. That probably was the moment when the reality of the situation had set in for you. Where had they come from? Glancing behind them, you saw the open storage room door. How long had they been there for?

You'd grabbed your knife, the handle cool against your palm, when Daryl shouted,

"Y/N!"

You didn't turn back, but instead took a step towards the walker closest to you and thrust your knife in that small spot in-between the eyes. More came out of that damned storage room, and it was like being dunked into cold water. There were too many. You couldn't take them all. And neither could the rest.

And that's when you made a decision.

Turning back, you looked up at the metal shutters. You'd bumped your head into them when you stood up after jumping over the counter but now you were glad. Because now you knew what to do.

You reached over, arms straining to grab the shutters. Rick had dropped the dress, making his way over to you, machete in hand, the rest following close behind but there's no need. You'll make sure to give them a chance.

Not able to deny yourself one last look, you let a small smile stretch across your face. And Rick's eyes widened as if just now realising what you wanted to do, jaw going slack and that's when you pulled.

The heavy clang of the metal was loud in the small space behind the counter. It only helped in cementing the walkers' attention to you if it weren't already but that was the plan. So it was fine. Everything was fine. You didn't plan on dying. Quickly that is. At least not without a fight.

You were readying yourself, planning on lunging towards the first walker to get close enough when you saw it. A cramped little window, just above one of the shelving units on the left side. That's when a small thing unfurled within you. You didn't dare call it hope yet but it got you moving, darting towards the other side, hands gripping the shelves as you began to climb. You heard the groans behind you, worryingly close but you were nudging the window now, pushing it open.

The shelving unit began to shake as the walkers pushed their weight forward. The window slid forward and you wedged your way through the opening. It was a tight fit but nothing that a bit of wiggling couldn't solve. One last push through and you were out, panting on the ground, the asphalt hard and hot beneath your palms. It felt like your heart was trying to carve its way out of your chest.

When your breathing had settled down, you stood up. You weren't far from the gate. The window had led you on the other side of the shopping centre and now you had to make your way to it again.

Walking around, you shook away the remnants of fear. The shaking of your hands, the shudder running down your back. No. It wouldn't do to be afraid. The worst was over. Hopefully.

You'd turned around the corner and found them. Right in front of the gate, clustered together, murmuring amongst themselves. You got closer and saw Rick holding a hand to his face, expression hidden from you but whatever it was that he was hearing from Glenn had him shaking his head. You could practically see the agitation, stringing his back straight. He looked ready to implode. Daryl was at his back, crossbow in his hands as his eyes flitted between the men.

However, when you got closer, finally within their sights, Sasha was the first to notice. Her eyes widened when she saw you. Her arms going limp, the gun lowering, and then she was running.

"Y/N!" She threw her arms around you and you found yourself leaning into the comfort provided. When you looked up, you found Rick already looking at you. And you almost took a step back at seeing the expression on his face.

The rest of the group had welcomed you back, giving hugs and occasional pats to the shoulder but Rick didn't even come close. When things had settled down and their surprise and happiness has turned into relief at your survival, Rick has just shook head, his jaw tightening before turning away.

He wasn't happy. But he was alive. That's what matters.

The group had noticed the absence of a reunion between you and Rick. And soon enough you were all walking back to Alexandria in silence. When you reached the gate, you hoped that Rick would be too busy with anything for the rest of the day. You hoped that you'd be granted reprieve. However, it seems there were other things planned for you.

The hands around your arms tightened and your were brought back to the present.

"Open your goddamn eyes, y/n," he let out. You looked at him and you thought you could almost cut yourself on the sharp line of his jaw, "You wanna tell me what that was back there?"

You don't know what happened in that moment. Was it the fact that you felt his body pressed up against you, chest to chest? Or was it the little pants he let out between each word as if it was physically exhausting to hold himself back? Whatever it was, it had that tiny thing in your lower tummy unfold. Pulsating. Wanting to spread its warmth until all you could feel is the need and nothing else.

"It was the right thing to do, Rick," You were surprised at how steady your voice sounded, "The only way. Carl and Judith can't lose you. And if it was you or me that had to get out. I'd always choose you."

"You can't fucking do that, y/n," Rick pressed closer and oh. You were so wet, it was like a fucking waterfall between your legs. You wondered if he noticed that, how much you wanted him. And when you shifted, you became aware of his need pressing against your thigh. "It's not your fucking decision to make."

"And who's gonna stop me, Rick?" You raised a hand to his chest, feeling the strength of the muscles that lay beneath his shirt, feeling the hammering of his heart beat. Maybe it wasn't the anger that had his heart kicking into overdrive. "You?"

"Yes," he hissed and your faces were that much closer. All you had to do to take his lips was stand on your toes. But you didn't. Not yet. A moment passed. You stared into each other's eyes. You wondered what he saw in them because you felt him almost take a step back, his shoulders lowering. But then it was like you'd been imagining things. Rick pressed so deliciously close to, body tight against you, and sealed his lips over yours.

And it was good.

So good in fact it had you gushing. Your insides melting like he'd just lit them on fire. And it was like he sensed it too, sensed that burning inside of you because before you knew it his tongue was rolling in your mouth, pushin in.

You weren't sure how long it was but when he pulled back your head was full of cotton. Hazy. It took a while for you to remember what you were arguing about in the first place.

"You think you can just go on and do things on your own? Think you can leave me behind?" His thigh was pressed between your legs, and you groaned, hips moving forward, humping down on his knee. You were staring at him, forced to witness the anger in his eyes. Anger at you. It was when Rick pushed you back, pinning you againt the wall, halting you from finding any release that you realised he was expecting an answer.

"I did it for you, Rick," You let out, a whine making its way out of your throat. You were getting desperate now. For him to understand you or for him to let you continue rolling your pussy on his knee you didn't know.

"I don't care if it was for me. Don't ever do that," He pressed in closer, his hands keeping your arms by your side, "I can't lose you, y/n," his voice didn't break but the distress at the idea of you being in danger again was clear.

"Do you understand me, y/n?"

"Yes," You breathed out and he groaned as if he was hurt, as if you'd taken a shot at him before pressing his lips to yours, sucking hard at them. You were sure by the end of this they'd be puffed up and swollen red from the attention.

His hands landed on your face, holding you to him and you groaned once one of them gripped at your hair, tight, pulling your head back. You let out a soft cry as he bit down at your neck, sucking and licking a path down to your collarbone. This was good. It was numbing. It made your head empty, no thoughts whatsoever except for the feeling of his hand, lips and tongue on you.

At feeling the hard bulge pressed against your hip, you reached a hand down, fingers fumbling with his belt before you pulled down his zipper. Rick groaned once you palmed him through his briefs, pulling back to look at you.

"Pull me out, y/n," he let out and you did just that. Pulling his cock out until it lay heavy and red in your palm. You looked down and felt yourself get wetter at the thought of him all hard because of you.

"You see what you do to me?" His breath fanned your cheek and you nodded almost absentmindedly, mind still too focused on the weight of his cock in your hand, "Then take some fucking responsibility for it."

Rick bared his teeth, hands turning you around until your cheek was pressed against the wall. You let out an ugly squawk at the sudden shift that quickly turned to a moan when he got in close, dick pressed in close to where you want it. You could feel yourself seeping through, pussy pulsing hot as slick soaked your panties. Pushing back, you tried to hold in a whine as he rolled his hips, grinding into you.

"You feel that, Y/N?" You nodded your head, frantic pants leaving you. "This is what you do to me, sweetheart."

His hand slid down your chest, slipping between the vee of your thighs, leaving trails of fire in its wake.

"Riiick," You drawled out, back arched, willing him to touch you where you needed. His fingers opened the button of your pants and you couldn't help trying to buck into him, nudge your wet pussy into his palm. But that was the wrong course of action it seemed as his other hand fisted into your hair.

"Aaaah," a whine was pulled out of you.

"I need you to be good for me, y/n," Rick breathed out behind your ear, the hand closest to your cunt stilling. "You hear me?" And maybe it was the hint of desperation in his voice that made you nod your head, eager to please him.

"Good girl."

That's all it took for you to melt into his embrace like putty. The hand that gripped your hair soon let go as it busied itself with getting rid of your shirt. When the relentless buttons refused to give in under his careless ministrations, that's when his other hand came up and joined the first into ripping your shirt off.

It was a beautiful day outside and as the buttons of your shirt pitter-pattered on the floor, you thought maybe it could've even been a great day to spend in the garden. But here you were instead. Face pushed against the wall, moments away from a rough fucking.

"Rick," You let out, mourning your shirt as its tatters hung limply around your arms and waist.

"Hush now," His voice was rough, and you're sure if you could turn around and look at him, you'd see his eyes darkened, the blue overtaken by his lust, "I'll have Carol sew it together later."

It was hard to argue after that when his hand cupped your tits, the weight of them filling his palm. He squeezed one of them and you groaned, eyes shut at the firm pressure.

"You ain't never gonna leave me like that, y/n," a hand trailed down your navel until it was stopped by the waist of your jeans. He was panting in your ears as if he'd been running a mile before he stood behind you. "Not again. Not ever," He slid his fingers beneath the strap- finally. You shut your eyes, at feeling your wetness gladly drip into his palm. It hurt. It burnt. You needed him to douse the flames that were currently licking up your deepest insides.

You ground into his fingers, smearing your slick all over them, trying to find your release but the hand on your tit reached to grip your jaw. Firm.

"Stay still, y/n."

You ignore him, grabbing the hand that's down your panty and pushing it closer to your cunt. It felt good. Like a salve. Like you were hurting deep down in your pussy and this man who was heaving behind you - as if he was under the heaviest of weights - could just make it feel better instead.

But your relief was short lived.

"Ah," your breath punched out of you.

Your cheek was pushed against the wall. Again. This time the sweat almost making you slide down. You felt pinpricks, his hand fisted impossibly tight in your hair. Holding you still. Holding you close.

The hand in your pants left, and instead grabbed yours, both of them. You shut your eyes at the thought of the bruises that were going to undoubtedly show up. He raised your arms up.

"I said. Stay. Still," he was close. His lips brushing your ear, breath hot. Rick took each one of your palms, pushing them against the wall and let go. When your arms fell. He grabbed them and shoved them against the wall again. It didn't take long for you to understand the message.

Brace yourself.

"You ain't gonna be cummin' on my fingers," Rick growled out. "You don't fuckin' deserve it," His hand slid down back to its place, nestled between your folds. "I'm gonna make sure that everything's alright down here," a long finger pushes inside of you, breaching until it stop at the knuckle.

"That this pussy can take me and once I'm sure, I'm gonna fuck you against this wall," your breaths were becoming faster, excited at the lovely picture appearing in your mind. "And when I'm done, maybe you'll have learnt your lesson."

A whine rips itself out of your throat. An unbearable sadness wells up inside of you. Why doesn't he understand? Why doesn't he get why you've done what you've done? Tears burn your eyes. And at the feeling of a second finger joining the first inside you, you can feel it build up. The burning wave that wants to crest over. You try your best to stay still but your hips betray you every once in a while, twitching back down on the thrusting fingers.

You hold your tears back but then two becomes three inside of your cunt. And that blue sadness gets washed over by that toe-curling white pleasure, mingling with each other until all you can do is try not to drown in it.

You're close now. Rick knows it too. You're clenching down on him, wrestling to keep him there but he pulls out nonetheless. Your chest is rising and falling, the thrumming of your blood a loud white noise in your ear. Your cunt throbs, aching at the emptiness.

The metal of Rick's belt buckle reach your ears and that's when you notice he's breathing as hard as you. You feel the soft flutter of your jeans and panties against your skin as he drags it down to your knees, leaving it there. He presses close to you, the hardness between his legs against the crack of your ass cheeks. Your eyes feel dry when you open them again.

"Rick."

He grunts, his hips snapping against you. You turn your head, slightly, making sure he's looking at you. He is. And despite thinking that Rick looks like he wants to fight, you say, "I'm not sorry," His eyes darken, a snarl lifts the corner of his lip. You'd probably be worried at the expression if it currently didn't feel like your body was in heat.

Keeping your eye on him, you continue, "I never will be."

He bares his teeth at you for a second and you're sure he's gonna eat you. You're certain. But Rick just presses against you. His clothed chest against your back, the buttons of his shirt rough against your skin. His fingers move to your face, squeezing themselves between your lips, forcing their way in. You can taste yourself on them, salty, slick. The smell making you heady.

"I haven't been trying enough, y/n," His other hand fists against his cock, brushing the back of your thigh. "And that's my fault. So I guess I'll just have to teach you your place," the head pushes past your entrance and you gasp, the stretch still causing a delicious burn despite his efforts at opening you up. "Every fucking day," he thrusts, the length of him pushed inside of you completely.

You can hear babbling and it takes you a second to realize it was coming from you.

"Shut up, y/n," He gave another thrust, his fingers - thick and calloused - drove deeper into your mouth, almost reaching the back of your throat. "Don't fucking talk back."

You were drooling, the spit leaking out your mouth after finding nowhere to be with Rick's fingers in your mouth. The sound of slapping skin filled the house. Loud. Obscene.

You were getting close now. You could feel it, heating up your gut, wanting to spread its way through your body. You wished you could touch yourself. But Rick was a heavy weight pressing against your back, preventing you from sliding your hand to where you want it to be.

The thrusts were brutal. Their pace only pushing you closer and closer to that equisiteness you knew was ready to wash over you.

"-iick—" you chocked around his fingers.

"Yeah, I know, y/n," Rick panted against your shoulder. "You're gripping me tight down there," his thrusts slowed down, turning into grinds instead - delicious deep strokes that you could almost feel in your guts. "But the only way you're cumming," Rick pulled back from you. "Is on my cock." He drove in hard and it was like all thoughts had dissipated from your head. He built up that pace again, his hips smacking against your ass.

Rick's shirt stuck to your back, your sweat melding it to you. Your cunt was burning. Set ablaze. It felt like you'd accidentally smacked it against the corner of a table. Those flames were rising up, quickly. And before you knew it, your legs were spasming out, your nerves singing as hot sparks spread through your body.

"Aaaah," your moans were long. Needy. Your bones have turned to jelly. The weight of them becoming impossible for you to bear on your own. But that didn't stop Rick. Instead his thrusts have picked up their speed. Slamming in and out of you, having your eyes roll back, almost in a trance. The slaps of your cunt have turned wet, the gush of your pussy only making it easier for him.

He was close. You could feel it. You could sense the desperation fueling him. Making him seek his pleasure. Your mouth was empty, chin shining with spit. His hands were on either side of your own, entangling with them as he pushed you against the wall until it felt like you couldn't breath.

Rick gave one final thrust and pulled out. Hot spurts of his cum landed on your ass, dripping down. You lamented the loss. Later on, when you've regained the higher functions of your brain, you'll give the man a deep kiss for his careful thinking.

But now you couldn't even pull your legs beneath you to walk. Rick had fucked that ability out of you. So you stayed there — both of you, against the wall, heaving for your breaths. Your sweat has matted your hair to your forehead. For a moment, you were certain that your body was stuck to the wall. But when Rick pulled away, pulling you with him, your body had simply peeled away like a wrapper off a candy.

Rick was silent.

You stumbled against him and his strong arms lifted you up. You could only close your eyes and lean back on his chest.

When you had opened your eyes again, you were laying on your stomach, naked. Rick was kneeling beside the bed, cleaning you up with a warm towel. You stared, admiring the profile of his face. He rubbed circles into your skin, his hands gentle. So unlike their previous treatment of you. Rick didn't look at you. Not yet. But you were patient.

"You're part of this family, y/n," his hands finished with the towel, setting it aside. Blue eyes snapped to yours. "You know that, right?" Your heart ached at seeing him so lost. So confused. So hurt at the mere idea.

You gave a small nod. Not quite trusting your voice. Rick looked away.

"I can't lose you, y/n," his voice strained. "I can't." His hand found yours and you squeezed him tightly. Offering what comfort you can give. "We can't lose you. Not me. Not Carl. Not Judith. Do you understand?"

"Yes," you croaked out, voice unadjusted.

Rick looked back at you. And you were filled with such sudden affection towards the man. This man who knelt in front of you with fear in his eyes. Fear for you.

"I understand now, Rick."

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fleabagsjoy · 2 years

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A Way Out (Part 2.5)

summary: owen gets treated, the group fights the walkers outside and denise is left in the infirmary with lives on her hands (owen is unconscious so this is mostly a denise chapter, next chapters are gonna be more owen i promise)

warning(s): death (canon ones), the usual violence and gore of the world of the walking dead, swearing, this work wasn't properly reviewed and english isn't my first language so there may be spelling mistakes

Disclaimer: I don't actually know how amputations (or most medical procedures) work so i'm sorry if that part looks a little rushed and inaccurate.

This work on AO3: will be uploaded soon

As Owen laid down on the gurney, Denise adjusted the tourniquet, making it even tighter to prevent more blood loss “Okay… here we go.”

It was gonna be a long night for everyone…

Owen seemed ready for it but the four Alexandrians in the room looked at each other, the tension was palpable. After all, none of them have had to amputate someone before. However, Denise was ready to take on the challenge as she felt more ready and confident than she had felt in a long time “Spencer, I’m gonna need you to hit right between the elbow and the bite, half the upper arm can still be saved” “Okay, I can do this...”

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It only took three hits from the machete to completely sever the infected limb from the rest of the body which was a lot better than what Denise had expected.

Owen’s muffled painful screams could be heard through the cloth in his mouth but Heath and Aaron managed to hold him still enough and by the time he passed out from exhaustion, Denise was prepared to deal with the aftermath.

“He’s out, I can try seal off the blood vessels but we need to focus on stopping the bleeding as quickly as possible, Heath could you help with the towels? I still need to treat the other wound.” Heath helps with the extensive bleeding from Owen’s left arm while Denise starts working on cleaning and stitching the ugly gash in his body.

Meanwhile, Spencer disposes of the bloody machete and Aaron tries to make himself useful by taking a small metal tank to fill with clean tap water but faint noises outside, uncharacteristic to the usual walker sounds, stop him on the way to the upstairs bathroom.

“He lost a lot of blood, even with IV therapy he’s gonna need to rest for a few days, but I’m sure he’ll pull through” Denise informs the rest of the crew as she finally closes the cut, feeling like she can take a breath and relax for a bit.

“Oh my god… Hey you need to see this” Heath rushes to the window where Aaron was followed by Denise, spotting Michonne breaking through the hoard of walkers with her sword and Rick… with Carl in his arms...

“That’s the kid... Is he bit?” Denise looked away, filtering every question and reply from the men around her turning it into white noise as she felt herself starting to panic a little. After looking back at Owen passed out, laid on the gurney in the corner of the infirmary, she came to the conclusion that she could definitely do this.

She’s done it before, she’ll do it again.

“Okay let’s get the other gurney out and some more supplies, we’ll definitely need more towels.” as she ordered around some more instructions she rushed to let Michonne and Rick in and treat Carl's gunshot wound.

A small part of her hoped, in the midst of all that confusion, that they wouldn’t look around too much, so they wouldn't find out that one of the patients in the infirmary was the former Wolf leader.

As she predicted, Rick’s tunnel vision kept him from paying attention to anyone but his son, as he left the infirmary soon after. Michonne was also too busy to notice, clearly just as worried about Carl and now Rick who went outside to get rid of the herd himself.

Not long after the fact most of the group was out there helping Rick, killing as many walkers as they could, soon cleaning the entire community.

The people fought for Alexandria, even the terrified members of the community who had never seen such a massive herd of walkers, picked up a weapon and tried to help the rest of the group dispose of them.

Unlike the rest of the group, Denise stayed behind in the infirmary for hours like a hawk watching every movement of her recent patients and taking care of the ones upstairs.

She was aware the chances of either of them waking up so early was close to zero but she didn’t wanna take any chances of not being there if one of them went into shock. She fought hard for their lives and wasn’t about to gamble them, better safe than sorry.

The blonde was now mostly concerned about everyone else’s reaction to Owen being there, part of her didn’t want to leave the room in case anyone else walked in and saw the ‘W’ on Owen’s forehead.

Besides Aaron, Heath and Spencer no one even knew about him, she hoped Morgan would show up soon.

Denise noticed a burning light coming from the outside, a huge fire on the lake, no doubt part of the efforts of the Alexandrians to kill the walkers that were left. The blazing flames attracting them to go straight into their demise.

Walker sounds gradually got quieter and a few moments later someone burst into the infirmary, searching for something or someone.

The medic sighed in relief and Morgan mimicked the action, clearly glad to see she was unharmed. “I had to know if you were okay"

"Yep, I'm great, never better" Denise replied light-heartedly with an undertone of anxiety and sarcasm considering they barely managed to get out of the situation.

"...I was the one holding him captive if anything happened-”

“and something did happen, something… great, actually.” Denise smiled knowingly at Morgan, indirectly letting him know he was right about Owen.

People could change, sometimes all you need is that key moment, that critical decision can change the course of the rest of your life, and Owen made the right one.

“Honestly I had some doubts y’know not gonna lie to you” Denise confessed awkwardly. Morgan nodded, understanding where she's coming from, and asked if anyone else got hurt.

"I put Carl in a separate room... he got shot and lost his right eye." Morgan's expression quickly shifted as soon as he heard the boys name.

“What happened out there…?”

“Well, I wasn’t told any details i was more concerned with saving his life. I know Jessie and her kids are gone too. Probably a few more people passed as well” Morgan nodded once more.

Denise noticed since the time he met him, that he was a very hopeful and kind man, clearly somber about the ammount of lives lost that night. He was also a man of few words, never felt to need to make small talk or speak up if there was nothing to say.

There was something very real and honest about people like that, and she appreciated it.

“I… I don’t want to touch on the subject but I’m gonna have to ‘cuz we’re clearly in a delicate situation here” Denise briefly diverted her gaze to Owen's spot in the corner of the infirmary and Morgan knew what she was talking about.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew Rick and the rest of the team were gonna need some convincing to let Owen stay and heal or, at the very least, to not kill him in his sleep.

He felt like right now it was too risky to go to them and confront them about it, considering how recent the attack was and how so many casualties resulted from the previous Wolves attack and the walkers overrunning Alexandria.

They needed to think of what to do but there weren’t many options “Carol, Tara, Eugene and Rosita already know about him being here so hiding him will do nothing.” Morgan shook his head, he wasn’t even considering lying to Rick and his family about it

“There’s no point in lying anymore, he’s changed, we just need to show them that.”

“Carol already saw it. After he got bit trying to save me, I told him I’d save his life if he took me to the infirmary. He saved my life again on the way there and Carol saw it, she helped us too. I saw her face, she knows you were right about him.”

Morgan knows Carol better than most people, he recognizes that even if she saw him do a good deed and saving an innocent woman’s life, that it’s not enough for her to advocate for him. He just hopes she makes the right decisions when the conversation about his stay inevitably happens

“We need to talk to Rick and the others when they come back here, when the sun rises again. Things always look clearer in the morning. But for now, rest... it’s been a long night.”

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The aftermath was a relief, it felt like the panic instilled in Alexandria had been there for so long and it was finally over. The sun was rising, it was peaceful, even with the hundreds of dead bodies cluttering the streets, rotting infected blood washing the walls of houses, the fields of grass and the tar on the roads.

Everyone was tired. To some this was a life changing event, to others just another tuesday night, and a couple were definitely thinking about how difficult the cleanup was gonna be, but most are just glad that it’s finally over.

Something changed that night, everyone in Alexandria, they were survivors now, fighting for their lives, for their home.

#owen #owentwd #owenthewolf #the wolf #thewolf #the wolves #thewolves #denise cloyd #denisecloyd #morgan jones #morganjones #thewalkingdead #twd #the walking dead #imagine #oneshot #one shot #fanfiction

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theteasetwrites · 2 years

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I was tagged by @twdsunshine! Thank you! <3

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Oooo, I just so happened to have finished my writing session last night on a particularly interesting line... This is from the oneshot where Reader asks Daryl to come over and, um... snake her drain.

"I've waited so long for you... handyman."

#haru if you don't share a line from the omegaverse fic i will actually cry im just saying #daryl dixon x reader

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eternallytoph · 2 years

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winters ahead

summary: you and daryl go out on a simple run

pairing: daryl dixon x female reader

era: unspecified

word count: 1.5k

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The air was thin and cold. It was the type of weather where you could tell that the dreaded winter was on its way. The days were getting shorter and the nights were getting longer. Winter was naturally dreaded before the apocalypse but it's even more dreaded after. Winter for us meant not only did we have to worry about the undead but we also had to fight hypothermia and all the other natural factors that were pining against us in these cold conditions. You trailed behind Daryl Dixon, undeniably the group's most skilled hunter. A few months before this current winter, Daryl and his group had stumbled upon you fighting off a few more walkers than you could handle on your own. Your shout out for help alerted the group and you had stuck with them ever since. You didn’t know Daryl that well, the two of you had talked a few times but not enough to consider yourselves friends. He asked if you wanted to tag along on this run for two reasons, he figured it would be a good opportunity to teach you more survival skills and Rick told him it would be safer if he had someone to watch his back, even though he would have no problem doing it alone, he figured if he had to chose someone he might as well chose someone whose company he didn't entirely hate.

Daryl walked at a steady pace, slow enough for you to keep up as you trailed behind. The two of you were headed towards a nearby town that you had yet to check for supplies, it was a small town with one grocery store, a few corner stores and one pharmacy. Your main targets were the grocery store and the pharmacy. You and Daryl walked in silence, despite the few times you wanted to say something, you held your tongue. Once you reached the edge of town, Daryl crouched down and looked around for any Walkers. You crouched down beside him and looked around. “Ya see anythin’?” Daryl speaks softly. You shake your head and Daryl heads forward keeping his crouched position and you cautiously follow suit. The first stop was the grocery store which was surprisingly small. Daryl led you around the side and he forcefully smashed his shoulder into the door, busting it open and immediately drawing his weapon to shoot any Walkers that might have been silently lurking. When the two of you checked the building, you began searching for anything worth taking. You and Daryl spilt up and looked through the shelves, in hopes of finding that would be of use to the group. You managed to find a couple cans of soup but that wouldn't last very long. You packed up the cans and searched for Daryl. “I found a couple cans of soup but other than that this place has been cleaned out pretty well. You find anything?” you ask. “Nah, nothin’ special.” he replies before heading towards the door.

Daryl led the way to the side entrance of the pharmacy. He abused his shoulder once again, shoving it into the metal door forcing it open. You were both a little less on guard this time since this entire town seemed relatively quiet. You both walked in side by side, looking at the surroundings. You walked a bit ahead of Daryl, about to turn down one of the isles before you felt Daryl grab the back of your t-shirt and slowly pull you back. When you looked up, you were met with at least two dozen Walkers standing in the isle. As you walked back, your feet quietly shuffled against the dirtied floors, as Daryl pulled you back farther, you began to lose your footing and accidentally kicked an empty can that was crushed on the floor. That ever so slight noise quickly caught the attention of the Walkers before you and you began to panic. “Ah fuck,” Daryl muttered. “In here, come on!” he orders in a louder tone. He leads you to a door that leads to behind the pharmacy counter. He abuses his shoulder once more, using all his force to shove it open. The door bursts open and the two of you rush in. Daryl holds the door while you push over a filing cabinet to block the door. Daryl quickly helps you pull it over in front of the door with one strong pull.

Once the door is blocked, the two of you sit up against the opposite wall, watching the door as it is pushed and slammed on. “I’m so sorry,” the words naturally come out of your mouth, barely above a whisper. “For?” he asks in confusion. “I tripped. I got us in this situation.” you admit. “S’okay. Shit happens’. S’not gonna cost us our lives.” he replies, softening his expression. “We jus’ gotta wait for em walkers to clear and we’ll be alright'’' he continued, in efforts to comfort you to the best of his abilities. After a couple of moments of silence between the two of you, you looked over at him. He didn’t dare look back but he could feel your gaze. “Can I ask you something?” you ask softly. He nods his head yes before you speak up again. “Why’d you bring me along on this run?” you ask. Daryl looks forward in silence for a moment, thinking of what to say before clearing his throat. “I dunno. Ery’one could use some experience out here.” he replied. You nod in understanding. “Plus, Rick tol’ me I gotta pick someone to come along, to be safe, and I don't hate ya company.” Daryl admitted hesitantly. You didn't know what to say,

Daryl wasn’t usually this open with anyone, let alone you. You simply looked at him and smiled. He let out a breath like he was going to hold it until you replied to his statement. “I don’t hate your company either” you smile. You catch a small smile on his face, it’s only for a split second but for that split second, Daryl Dixon is visibly happy. “Before this, who were you?” you ask in attempts to pass the time. Daryl didn’t know what to say, there were so many things he wanted you to know and so many things that he didn’t. “A redneck,” he replies. Without questioning the simplicity behind his answer you ask another question, “You miss anything from before?” you ask. Daryl thinks for a few seconds, did he miss anything? ”Alcohol” he mutters. You raise an eyebrow at him and he gives in, “I dunno…maybe Merle, sometimes.” he gives in. “Brother?” you ask, unsure of who Merle was. “Yea” Daryl replies, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry for your loss,” you reply, placing your hand gently over his to console him. “S’alright,” he mutters. “Betcha’ you were some artist or somethin’” he continued, chuckling to himself slightly. “I was in College, I was an English major” you reply. “How old are ya?” Daryl asks in confusion. “I’m 23,” you admit. Daryl rubs his hand down his face and chuckles, “God ya young” he mutters, you barely caught it behind his sigh. “Beware, I’m 70 at heart” you chuckle. He chuckles along with you. “Ya miss anythin’ from before?” he asks with curiosity. “My family” you reply, you were quick with your reply. Daryl could tell it upset you so he avoided prying at it anymore. After a few more moments of silence, you look over at Daryl in sudden confusion. This time he looks back and mimics your expression. “How old are you?” you ask. “Old enough,” Daryl quickly replies. Your best guess was late 40’s, you knew he was older then you but he made it seem like you had 30 years between the two of you. “How long do you think it’ll take for those Walkers to wander off” you ask, getting tired from all the commotion. “Hard to say, why?” he replies, watching the door. “Just getting tired, that’s all” you admit, also staring at the door. “Ya can rest if ya want, I’ll keep watch” he replies, getting more comfortable against the wall. “You sure?” you ask. Daryl nods and you close your eyes while resting your head against the wall.

After a few minutes you’re asleep. Daryl kept watch of the door, waiting for a sign that the Walkers had moved on. Daryl was so focused on the door that he hadn’t even noticed you falling onto the floor, your head was no longer resting against the wall, your hair was in your face and you were in a visibly uncomfortable position. Normally Daryl wouldn’t intervene, but something in his brain triggered his hand to tap your shoulder and wake you from that uncomfortable position. You opened your eyes slightly, still half asleep. You looked up at Daryl and he sighed, he inched closer to you allowing your head to fall into his lap. You laid there and slowly dozed off again as Daryl sat in silence, but this time instead of watching the door, his eyes were on you.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl x you #daryl x y/n #twd daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixion imagine #the walking dead #twd fic #twd fanfic #thewalkingdead #norman reedus #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon oneshot #twd

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nina-wrote-this · 3 years

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𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ✍︎

ONE SHOTS:

Mercy | Negan x Grimes Daughter!Reader | Summary: Negan needs to give you a terrible notice about your family.

Last Romance | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader | Summary: You move on after Thanos’s Snap, but a ghost from the past still wants to make things right.

SHORT SERIES:

Kill or Die (HIATUS)| Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle | CHAPTER 01 * CHAPTER 02 * CHAPTER 03 * CHAPTER 04 * CHAPTER 05 * CHAPTER 06 * CHAPTER 07 * CHAPTER 08 * CHAPTER 09 * CHAPTER 10 * CHAPTER 11

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twdfanfic-multifandom · 4 years

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Suicidal!Reader x Daryl

The wind clawed at your clothes, the fabric snapping loudly against your skin. Your hair blew wildly around your head and thin strands flung across your eyes, cutting your vision into strips. Despite the hair in your eyes you had no trouble seeing what lay in front of you, the sight of which brought nervousness into the pit of your stomach.

Was this it? Is this what you wanted? Your mind raced as you stared down the edge of the cliff on which you stood. Jagged rocks jutted out of the side of the cliff, contrasted by soft flora which grew alongside them. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest. One step and that was it. Everything would end.

Everything would end.

Guilt tugged at your core as you let out a shaky breath, suppressing a sob. If you jumped they would never find your body – at least not before a walker devoured it. Nobody would know what happened to you. Not Carol. Not Michonne. Not Daryl.

A small tear escaped at the thought of him only to be swept away by the harsh wind. Daryl... you'd be leaving him behind. Of course you'd thought of this before you managed to slip away from Alexandria unnoticed. A big part of you wanted to crush the man in a hug while you cried into his chest and whispered how much you loved him, how much you would miss him – you wanted to say goodbye – but the other part of you knew that doing this would only make you less sure of your decision. And doubt was the last thing you needed. So you simply left. You would die without ever telling him how you felt. But that was okay, because it would make things easier for him.

You took a small step closer to the edge; any further and you'd go over. Closing your eyes and breathing slowly, you clutched the locket around your neck. It had been a gift from your sister merely a few months before she was ripped into shreds by the undead. That felt like the day your world ended. Your thumb stroked the delicate metal of the engraved locket, the words 'always a sister, forever a friend' slightly faded already from the countless times you ran your fingers across the lettering. Bringing the locket to your lips, you placed a delicate kiss to the cold surface before removing it from your neck. You placed it carefully on the ground. Maybe they'd find it someday... maybe they'd know what had happened.

Your eyes took in the warmth of the fading light of the sky. Bright hues of orange and yellow turned the sky into flames and fire. It was beautiful. It was a beautiful thing to see before your death. Tears flowed steadily down your face now, carried away by the wind almost instantly. This was it.

Inching one foot over the edge, you said your final goodbyes to the world you once knew. The nearby trees rustled, indicating movement, but you paid it no attention. Whatever walker was heading your way wouldn't reach you in time before you leapt to your end.

The wind seemed to pull you forward, luring you to the mighty fall, as if it were daring you to take your remaining foot off the cliff's edge. It needn't dare. You placed all your weight onto the foot without grounding and your body leaned forward, your eyes shut tight. Fingers clawed at your body from all sides, pulling you down as your stomach dropped like a stone.

Except you didn't go down.

Your eyes snapped open as your body was violently pulled away from the edge – away from the peace of death that you so deeply craved.

"No! No! No" Your throat stung with the force of your scream and your eyes burned. It got you. The walker got you. You were going to be torn into shreds just like your sister. Refusing to surrender, you drove your fists into the first flesh you could find, willing for it to let you go.

"Hey! Hey! Stop! It's me!" A voice cried out, making your eyes snap up to its owner. His face was covered mostly by his hair, but you knew immediately who it was. Whether it was to your relief or to your annoyance, you did not know.

"Daryl?" You questioned weakly, puzzled by his sudden appearance. "How did you find me? Did you follow –"

"What the hell are you doin', y/n? Ya tryna kill yourself?" He was yelling now, but you weren't sure if it was anger of if he was trying to yell over the wind.

"I... I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore, D. I can't." The heavy draft turned into a gale around the two of you, Daryl's leather vest flapping angrily against his thin shirt.

"So? You were just gonna leave me? Leave without me?" A tight knot formed in the back of your throat at the pain in his voice, and you willed yourself not to cry.

"What would it matter? You don't need me! Nobody does!"

"I need ya, y'n! You're all I got!" His voice was thick with hurt as he looked you, mouth slightly parted. Daryl's face showed both pain and disbelief, both fighting for dominance.

"Last time somebody needed me I got them killed," you said softly, so soft that you thought it was inaudible, but you knew he heard you by the way his face softened. Then it was if the wind had suddenly stopped. Confusion prodded at your brain before you realized that Daryl had wrapped his arms around you, sheltering you from the harsh wind. But you didn't hug back. You couldn't.

"Let me go," you muttered weakly despite wanting to wrap your arms around him and never let him go. He only seemed to hold you tighter.

"I said let me go!" More determined than ever, you placed your arms between your two bodies and pushed with as much force as you could muster, sending him stumbling backwards. The look of hurt that crossed his face sent your heart shattering like glass, each shard piercing you further.

"I'm sorry," you whispered before suddenly turning around and sprinting towards the cliff's edge.

"No!" The volume and force Daryl's voice exceeded that of the wind, and just as you teetered over the edge, his large hands pulled you back to safety. Crying freely now, you slammed your hands angrily into the man's chest.

"Just let me die! Just let me die! Just..." Sobs ripped through your body as Daryl clutched you to his chest, cutting you off. Slowly sinking to the ground, he held you tight as your body shook and convulsed with sadness. This time you hugged back, and you held him tight as you cried. It was an ugly cry – the type where you can't breathe and your face contorts each time you let out an earth-shattering sob.

By the time your sobs had turned into sniffs, you had realized that he had been crrying too. Daryl's eyes were swollen and red, and you carefully placed a hand to his face.

"I'm sorry," you apologized weakly, guilt tearing at your insides. "I'm sorry," you repeated. You had never meant for him to find out, and you above all else had never meant to hurt him. "I'm sor-"

His lips met yours, sending warmth down your spine. Nothing seemed to matter anymore; nothing except for him. His lips parted slightly and you breathed him in, deepening the kiss. The emotion behind that single moment seemed to outweigh the intense grief and pain that dominated every thought in your brain. It felt as if someone had finally turned on a light in a room that had been dark for many years.

When you finally pulled away, you suddenly noticed your heart beating like a hummingbird's.

"Don't leave," he begged in your ear, making your stomach flutter. You trained your eyes on the locket which lay on the ground a few feet away from you as you contemplated his words. It still hurt. You wanted to go.

"Why won't you let me go? I'm going to die eventually. Why not let it be at my own hands?" Your eyes burned while you avoided his gaze, knowing full well that looking into his eyes would just send you into tears again.

He hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

"I can't do this without ya. Don't make me live without ya," The man's voice broke and ended in a whisper, and your eyes met his. After a moment of letting his words sink in you gave a small nod of agreement, to which he responded with a small laugh of relief choked with tears.

"Okay," you confirmed and wiped at your wet face.

"Okay," Daryl repeated before clutching you to his chest once again.

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laysvargonni · 3 years

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Imagines Diversos - Conan Gray (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/nrAlLQhFobb Pedidos Abertos imagines The umbrella academy, awae,the walking dead,brooklin 99,stranger things,IT a coisa e outros Iniciada:07/11/2020 Terminada:**/**/****

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Send me REQUESTS

Writers block REALLY be takin over and I want someone to help me!! I wrote for all of these people I just need ideas!!! Send me asks!!!

Heyyyy. So I'm super new to Tumblr, I write tons of characters so anyone who wants to send in requests to me for characters with prompts or ideas and such, I could use some. I will do people from these shows/movies or these characters. (Plus the actors apart from the characters) !!!! Means I write for them better than others.

-Barry Allen !!!!

- Harry Potter

- Draco Malfoy !!!

-Fred and George Weasley!!!

-Oliver Wood !!!

- Scott McCall

- Stiles Stilinski !!!

- Liam Dunbar

- Newt !!!

-Minho

- Thomas

- Peter Parker (Duh) !!!

- Ryan Bergara

- Shane Madej !!!

- Carl Grimes

- Jake Peralta

So yeah :) send me some requests bros. I want to write so bad but I'm horrible coming up with ideas so SHOOT EM AT ME!!!

- Spencer Reid !!!

- Derek Morgan

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carlplsrailme · 11 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: the cowboy hat rule. take a cowboy's hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: riding, p in v sex, etc

word count: 500

request: Idk if you’re taking requests right now but this popped into my head? Have you ever tried writing Carl with the cowboy hat rule? If not this is definitely a suggestion to try :) (Cowboy hat rule: take someone’s hat and put it on your own head, you have to “ride the cowboy”)

he's gotten on your last nerve.

well, he actually "got on your last nerve" about 2 hours ago, you're just soaking in it.

you sit in the desk chair, tip-toes halting your limp spinning as you stare at your boyfriend again.

you're so bored.

"do-"

"no."

he answered plainly, flipping to the next page of his comic that stole all his attention. he's sitting on his bed as the perfectly good day wastes away into the night.

you don't even wanna go out anymore, you just want to lay with him, kiss him, but he isn't even giving you a chance!

you sigh as the sticky summer heat slicks your body with every movement, you rest your fist on your cheek as you fantasize about all the things you could do if he'd just listen.

"Carl."

he looked up from his comic, brow twisted in confusion at your almost stern tone as you sit up from the chair that's been melted to you for the past two hours

you lean down to him and swiftly remove his sheriff's hat from his head, placing it onto your own.

you still felt his confusion, but you most certainly got his attention.

"the cowboy rule," you begin

"take the cowboys hat, you gotta ride the cowboy" and with that, he pulls you into him, lips sealed onto one and other as his hands grip your sides, he moves your hips on his own as you grind against him.

you quickly remove your clothes and start to unzip him, he groans with your touch and soon he springs free, pre-cum oozing from his tip as you stroke him a couple of times

you scoot up to him as you line yourself with him, sliding his cock in as you lean yourself closer to him, overwhelmed with pleasure

after adjusting, you begin to roll your hips, pussy clenching onto him as you twitch with the movement. he groans and latched onto your hips as his nails dig into your sides

"carl!" you cried as you fucked yourself with his cock, moving up and down as the cowboy hat on your head threatened to fall. with one hand you held it on tight as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling yourself bubble up with pleasure

his cock bullied its way through your insides with every movement you made, tip poking your cervix as he thrust up with you.

you felt your pussy ache as his dick stretched you out even more, soon letting out a broken moan as you came, he sped up his movements as he groaned and confessed he was close, soon shooting his cum inside of you

you leaned into his body as he wrapped his arms around you, breathing not slowing as he lets out a chuckle, and you feel the hat get snatched from your head

he places it back onto his as his brown locks feel empty without it, you grin up at him, successfully stealing his attention and placing it on you.

an: hii guys! I missed you guys so much! I hope you guys enjoyed this even though it's short, btw, whoever anon is...I love love loved this request!! thank you so much!! <33

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crazylilad · 11 months

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Can I Pick- Daryl Dixon x Y/N

Here is a short oneshot I made a while ago but forgot to post! Enjoy <3

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Word Count: 213 Words

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Daryl paced around the bedroom angrily, his fists clenched tightly as he tried to figure out what exactly to say. Y/N sat on their bed, wondering whether her speaking would ignite his anger more or soothe it.

She had just got home an hour ago after leaving to go spy on a community that Aaron and a few others had spotted a few days ago. Because Daryl and Y/N no longer lived in Alexandria after Rick’s death, the news had only just gotten to them.

Daryl had warned Y/N not to go snooping around just yet, that he would go with her, but Y/N wasn’t one to listen when she ought to. Sometimes Daryl wasn’t sure what to think about the girl he loved so much.

Dog jumped on the couple’s makeshift bed, earning a coo from Y/N and a groan from Daryl. Y/N whipped around toward Daryl, a grumpy look on her face.

Daryl shook his head. She was beautiful when she was upset. “Sometimes I don’t know whether to kiss you or shove you outside.”

A suggestive smirk took over Y/N’s features and she wiggled her eyebrows. “Can I pick, darling?”

Daryl couldn’t help but smile at her stupid attempt at a British accent.

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oneshotnewbie · 2 years

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Could I request The Walking Dead Rosita Angst? They are best friends an Reader gets hurt after saving Judith from the storm maybe a window shatters because of wood that pierces it and she gets a huge gap on her abdomen? Rosita is worried as hell and after that very protective (doesn't let her do hard stuff, don't let her go alone everywhere, doesn't allow her to help the others by building the walls back up, doesn't want her to go with Carol or Maggie for supplies)

Already during the day the sky was surrounded by gray clouds and prevented the sun from giving off it's rays to the world and Eugene had made the prediction that a storm would come upon you, which happened.

While Maggie, Negan and other group members were looking for food, and likely for a safe place to escape the storm, the rest of the Alexandria residents were gathering in the white and blue house in the middle of the ruined metal walls to endure the storm together, to offer each other protection.

As the storm began to build up, the wind smacked against the facade of the house, made loud and high-pitched sounds while few hard raindrops with a loud bang made it to the window panes, despite the front terrace, and frightened the children, who had meanwhile all huddled together in a corner and hugged each other to convey security.

You weren't really a fan of storms either, especially violent ones, frightened you. But you had to swallow your fear to offer the children support and to show them, that they could count on you. That they were safe.

Nobody knew about your anxiety except Rosita, which noticed your twitching next to her as soon as the lighting struck near you and you pressed a little closer to her. "I am sorry." you mumbled when you saw her looking at you, but she just smiled slightly and took one of your hands into her palm before she started to draw light circles with her fingertips on the back of your hand to try to calm you down. "It's okay. I'm here. You're safe with me."

You just nodded, laid your head on her shoulder as you gazed into the small flame of the candle on the table in front of you. It was like a miracle that the black-haired worked on you. With her, the fear vanished and your electrified body began to calm down.

But as soon as you had calmed down and brought your pulse back to a normal rhythm, a loud rattling was heard and you winced again - this time the sound didn't resemble any of the previous thunder noises.

Immediately, Rosita was on alert and broke away from you before running to one of the windows and several other members gathered with her, including you. "Bring the kids upstairs!" screamed Carol and you helped Lydia to accompany the children upstairs when you noticed that Judith was no longer with you.

You eyes scanned through the panicked people and you discovered that Judith had meanwhile walked to one of the windows to watch the spectacle that was taking place outside. "Judith!"

You sprinted back down the steps you had already walked up and jumped over the last four as you ran up to her and pushed her away from the window. Just as you saw her fall backwards to the ground, the window in front of you shattered.

You managed to shield your face from the shards of glass just in time before you felt a stabbing and tearing pain in your flank. The wind that came in through the open window like a tornado, threw you to the ground and you screamed in pain as your body hit the ground with a thud.

"Y/n!" Judith started to cry when she saw you lying on the ground and noticed that your side was turning red and mixed with the rain that was beating on you while it was spreading on the ground. "I-I'm alright."

Distorted in pain, you crawled across the dirty floor, which was covered in glass and wood shards, to move away from the destroyed window to prevent further injuries. In the meantime, the others had broken out of their shock and realized what had just happened before Rosita and Aaron made their way to you.

Their hands reached under your armpits and slowly and gently pulled you up. "We'll get her on the couch. Come on!" Slightly dizzy, you now stood on both feet and walked swaying with them before they laid you briefly but painfully on the couch and you groaned out. "I am so sorry."

While Carol was already trying to nail down the window with Tobias to prevent the cold and wet from coming in, Aaron had brought some cloths from the room upstairs to cover your wound and stop the heavy bleeding. He pressed the towels onto your bloody stomach and you twitched violently under his grip as you cried out loudly. "I know it hurts, but I have to do this!" the young man breathed but the pressure he exerted wasn't enough when he felt the warm liquid under his flat hand seeped through the cloth and spread under his fingernails.

Rosita meanwhile sat in the vacant space at your thighs and pulled your tense fingers, which were gripping tightly into the fabric of the couch, towards her to enclose them in her hands. Due to the constant pain that ran through your body, your hand tried to shake itself out of hers, but she wouldn't let it and decided without further ado to interlock her fingers with yours.

"It´s going to be okay, do you hear?" she asked you and her forehead pressed gently against yours to show you that she was there.

She always gave you the security you needed and so you didn´t doubt her words and just nodded before closing your eyes, trying to block out the pain and just listen to her soft voice, her smell and her heartbeat on your wrist.

"We have to get over to Denise, she´s loosing to much blood." he ordered as the dark blonde felt your body begin to tremble under his grip.

Rosita nodded hesitantly and got up from her squat to prepare for the fight against the dead. With a quick kiss on your temple and a light pressure in your hand, she broke away from you. Thrown on her black leather coat, she pulled her hood over her long black hair to at least protect her sight from the cold rain.

She had to find space for Aaron and you to transport you to the other house safely without complication.

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Three days had passed since the accident.

Denise had patched you up after you ended up unconscious on one of her beds. You were back on your feet with no further problems or infections and were willing to help your family rebuild your home as much as you could and the pain, that took over your body with wrong movements, allowed you to do so.

The only one who really had a problem with you going back to look for work was Rosita. She was strictly against it and practically forbade you from any hard work to allow your body to recover from the trauma and loss of blood volume.

You were your own person and knew your physical limitations, but you also knew that in the end the black-haired meant well and genuinely cared for you - the shock of the accident still in her bones with the fear of almost losing someone so important to her, so you agreed that you could do the gardening.

As if she had timed perfectly, Rosita walked around the corner - to look after you - just as you had removed the last of the tomatoes from their bushes and stowed them in the large basket, which you then wanted to take back to the food cellar.

You hadn´t even noticed her at first, but when you stood up straight from your kneeling position and your hands touched the handles of the willow, her screaming voice was hard to miss and started you. "That´s my job."

Feeling like you got caught, you held up your arms and looked at her a bit annoyed. Her gaze was enough to tell that she was mad at you and at the same time relieved that she was in the right place at the right time. With an angry frown and pursed lips, she came walking towards you and nimbly lifted the basket from it´s place on the floor.

"Oh come on, Rosita. These are just tomatoes!" you grumbled and stomped on the ground with one leg. A short but strong pain shoot through your side and you regretted your actions immediately. "Come on, Y/n. It´s just a tiny cut." she tried to mock you with and imitated voice of yours before she winked at you, turned around and started to walk away.

You rolled your eyes annoyed and crossed your arms before trying to catch up with her. As soon as you were near her, you gave her a gentle punch on the shoulder and, smiling, stole a ripe tomato from her grasp. "At least give me one of these for my excellent work."

"When you´re healthy again, I swear, you will lose your laugh quickly. Believe me."

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ysoandi · 2 years

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Oneshot, imagine and drabble requests are currently open for The Walking Dead!

Shipping requests as well as reader requests are more than welcome.

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fleabagsjoy · 2 years

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A Way Out (Part 2)

summary: denise and owen get to the infirmary and fights break out

This work on AO3: will be uploaded soon

At first no one thinks twice about the person with Denise, not even entertaining the thought that he might be anyone from outside the community or even a threat but it doesn’t take long for them to notice the torn clothes, the dirt and, more evidently, the 'W' carved in his forehead.

It takes even less time for Spencer to launch himself at Owen and instinctively punching him in the jaw, releasing the frustration and resentment that had been building up since Alexandria got attacked by the Wolves.

Aaron looks at the confrontation anxiously, hoping so one else gets hurt but Spencer acts first and pushes Owen, holding him still against the wall to make sure he can’t attack anyone. Denise quickly reacts after the shock of seeing the fight break out.

“Wait! WAIT! He saved me!” everyone halts and the room is suddenly dead silent but Spencer doesn’t loosen his hold on the Wolf, only turning to Denise slightly as she keeps going.

“He saved my life twice already… I promised I would save his too”

Spencer is reluctant hearing this and understandably so, Heath also don’t look convinced and Aaron speaks up concerned for everyone’s safety.

“His group attacked us just a few days ago and relentlessly murdered and injured so many people… are you sure you want to let him go just like that?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

She then turns to Owen and sees in his eyes the man that she saw in the house they escaped to after he got bit. Not the man she talked to back in the cell, deluded on the prospects of total liberty, the certainty that every community was a cage, a false sense of security that traps people that he had the responsibility to free. But the man questioning why, when he finally escaped after days of captivity, his first impulse was to risk his chance at getting the hell out of that place by turning back to save the life of a woman he barely knew.

Denise sees a man willing to change, eager to change even. Someone who needed to be shown mercy, integrity and real strenght that's found in hope and kindness.

She wasn't stupid, she was aware he did monstrous things in the past. But he has also proven to her that he is willing to do better.

Denise shakes her head and reality hits once again “Listen I get it. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen the things I’ve seen I wouldn’t be taking any chances”

Heath interrupted clearly trying to convince her to listen to reason.

“But we haven’t seen what you saw, what we saw was him and a few dozens of his friends butchering our people like cattle! How do you even know this isn’t a trick-”

“Why would a trick lead him to get infected? Why would he have saved my life twice when he could’ve been long gone by now? I’m trying to explain to you that there’s more to it…”

The tension was rising, Owen had been bit a while ago and the clock was ticking.

“We were making a run for the ladder to get to higher ground and get out of Alexandria but one of the roamers got me, he had a clear path in front of him but he came back. I would not be here if it weren’t for him.”

Denise’s emphasized ‘not’ so they would understand how personal it was but also how it benefitted them. She was the only Alexandrian with medical training and she would be gone if it weren't for the former Wolves leader.

She took a deep breath and continued “After saving me he got bit… it’s my fault and I promised I’d help. I need to help.”

Aaron looked less alarmed if Denise was willing to advocate for this man so strongly, however Heath was having trouble relaxing that easily.

“You’re just gonna have to trust me on this.” Denise’s tone was firm, she certainly believed what she was saying.

Owen was stunned, which seemed to be a constant for him that night, but he knew what she was, she showed him that bravery and veracity before.

Still, Owen wasn’t particularly concerned about their approval so Denise was carrying all the weight but time was running out, she had a mission to accomplish so she wasn’t about to wait around for their permission.

“I have to amputate his arm right now and treat the wound on his torso, Aaron get me as many clean towels as you can find and a couple IV drips. Heath, there’s bandages on the top shelf next to the sink. I’ll go get the rest myself”

As she went to find the scalpels and suture material, the three other men in the room were uncertain if they should listen to Denise and trust her judgement or not but Aaron chose to have faith in her, followed by Heath, still suspiciously side-eyeing the Wolf on the ground but rushing to follow Denise’s instructions.

“Spencer help him get here” Denise instructed as she walked in the room again with the tools she needed and organized them next to one of the two gurneys still available.

Spencer noticed Owen didn’t have the same crazed look the Wolves had, he wondered if he’d cooperate considering he looked, perhaps due to the injuries and blood loss, vulnerable and helpless in that moment.

He loosened his grip and urged him to go to Denise, which he did and didn’t waste time in doing so. Spencer still couldn’t bring himself to help Owen and pretend he didn’t see so many of the people he lived with for years be butchered in front of him last week… even if he, like Denise mentioned, wasn’t the same as those murderous maniacs and did change for the better.

Despite everything, he respected Denise and he wanted to be useful so he would play along for now.

“Need me to get anything else?”

“I’m gonna need you to get that machete over there... let’s do this as quickly as possible, the cleaner the cut the better. Heath, Aaron, can you hold him as still as you can?”

As Owen laid down on the gurney, Denise adjusted the tourniquet, making it even tighter to prevent more blood loss “Okay… here we go.”

It was gonna be a long night for everyone…

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