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lykomeraki · 11 months

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TWD

So, I just finished all 11 seasons of the walking dead and I have some.... thoughts.

I just started watching twd a couple of months ago, and I never thought I would get this emotionally attached to a show, like it so much, and also be disappointed in it. It is one of my favorite shows if not THE favorite, but I feel like it definitely could have been handled better.

I'll try to avoid getting into the full rant circulating through my mind but seriously, the last three seasons didn't even feel like it was the same show anymore. I know this kind of post has been done a bunch of times before, but I think they definitely lost sight of what the story was supposed to be about. A father, and his son surviving the apocalypse. I know there was a lot of stuff going on behind the scenes, but killing off Carl Grimes was the worst decision a show ever made and I will die on this hill.

I cannot accurately describe in one post how I feel this show was both incredibly great, and handled so poorly. There were characters that got awesome development, only to be killed off as soon as they started to become good characters. Beth, Tyreese, Denise, Noah, and so many others. Carl had the greatest character development, we literally watched him grow up on the show, and Chandler Riggs did an awesome job bringing that character to life. the way the character and the actor were treated still makes me furious.

Nevertheless, I loved the show, and the last few seasons did have some gems. But I never thought I would get this invested in a show, or in these characters. I'm honestly thinking about writing more about this, because right now it's just living in my head rent-free.

thanks for listening (reading, I know) to my thoughts on this. this was an incredible show, and Carl Grimes was easily my favorite character. From season three onward I guess, he was a bit annoying at first, but you know, a young kid, whose world has drastically changed, and he's still learning what that means in the first two seasons. anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest because wow, this show really got me invested.

#twd #walking dead #spoilers kinda #carl grimes #twd deserved better #carl grimes deserved better #just finished twd #beth greene #tyreese williams #noah twd #twd denise #spoilers for twd sort of

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rositxespinosa · 2 years

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My sister and have having been re-watching TWD and I’m honestly so upset over the fact that Denise died. I loved her and Daryl’s friendship and wished it lasted longer.

#twd #twd denise

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louifaith · 28 days

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We were robbed of big brother Daryl when they killed Denise. Her death was so cruel, and for what? She was killed with his crossbow, she died by his arrow. How is it that Daryl never gets to be a brother? It felt like the whole Beth and Daryl thing all over again.

#let him have a break #daryl dixon #twd daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #Daryl and Beth #Daryl and Denise

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dixonlovebot · 8 months

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I often think about what we were robbed of between Denise and Daryl. I wish we got to see their friendship flourish. Their time was over before it even started.

#literally her death makes me so sad #daryl dixon #the walking dead #denise cloyd #twd #the walking dead daryl

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reedusmcbridedaily · 1 year

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Denise Huth with Norman Reedus and Melissa McBride Behind The Scenes of TWD Finale

golighttlyish: It’s hard to believe but a year ago yesterday we wrapped The Walking Dead. I miss these people dearly and our entire cast and crew who put their blood, sweat and tears into making the best show we could. It wasn’t ever easy but it was definitely worth it.

I don’t remember why I am wearing Daryl’s poncho but Norman probably put it on me. I make an excellent hanger. The one and only Melissa McBride. She is just as wonderful as you imagine.

#the walking dead #twd #melissa mcbride #norman reedus #denise huth #daryl dixon #carol peletier #caryl #twd cast #twdedit #dailytwd #twddaily #twdcastedit #*#bts*#with cast #s11 #11.24

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longearedhare · 10 days

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where are the lesbian walking dead fans who want to talk about Tara and Denise (and Michonne bc she’s beautiful and smart and funny and badass and) and just think Daryl is a nifty guy??? I wanted to see silly fanart of my guys being greasy hot messes who throw tantrums with axes, not self insert fanfiction about them 😭 this fandom seems super straight and it’s a little sad for me

#the walking dead #tara chambler #Denise twd #tara x denise #daryl dixon #TWD Daryl #twd michonne #michonne grimes #rick grimes

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viviwatchestv · 25 days

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as im getting attached to the tara/denise love train, twd had the nerve to take it away 🤡

#stop burying the gays #we can never have nice things #twd #the walking dead #tara chambler #denise cloyd #lesbian #wlw

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sadslay · 1 year

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- HELPING HAND ⋆☆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

the quiet hum of people walking around outside brought you some sort of comfort as you began to settle in for the rest of your shift. since you had arrived in alexandria you had been in training by denise, learning how to help the sick and what medicines help what sicknesses. after loosing so many people you just wanted to help. you had been under denise’s watchful eye for a few weeks now, learning the basics at first before slowly moving on to the trickier types of treatments. sitting on an arm chair by an empty patient bed, you were reading through one of the many nursing books available. your train of thought was disrupted then the infirmary door swung open.

carl stood in the doorway, his eyebrows furrowing a little as he saw you. “sorry.” he mumbled. “i’ll come back.”

just as he tried to walk out the door you quickly stood up, putting the book down on a near by table. “it’s okay.” you smiled weakly. “what do you need?” you asked.

“it’s fine, i can wait for denise.” he shrugged, his hand beginning to reach for the door handle.

you let out a soft laugh, trying to dissolve the tense between the two of you. “she won’t be back for a couple’a hours.” you smiled softly. “d’yer need your eye cleaned?”

almost shamefully carl nodded his head. he slowly moved further into the infirmary, shutting the door behind him. carl stood in the doorway, almost like he was waiting for more instructions. you flicked your head in the direction of the patient bed before busying yourself on the near by surgical table. carl began to wander over to the bed.

“sit.” you spoke softly, beginning to unpack the alcohol wipes and other cleaning materials you might have needed.

carl sat down, taking his hat off and placing it beside him as he watched you get your arrangement of supplies. as you turned around, looking at carls dirtied bandage you furrowed your eyebrows a little.

you smiled weakly, knowing it must have been tough of carl. “d’yer mind?”

carl shyly agreed. you brushed his hair covering the bandage out of the way. you looked down at him and saw how ashamed he looked. you and carl hadn’t always gotten along but you grew up together. seeing him like this gave your a heavy feeling in your heart. you reached around to begin untying the bandage. slowly unwrapping the off-white dirtied bandage to reveal the scar left behind.

this was your first time seeing it. you stood there for a short moment, just looking. not in a disrespectful or disgusted way but you were just looking. you grabbed an alcohol wipe from the table behind you before turning back to carl. you gently began to dab around his eye socket, cleaning the edge of the wound first.

“i think it looks cool by the way.” you spoke quietly causing carl to scoff. “i’m serious!” you smiled, throwing the dirtied wipe into a small bin on the floor. you could see a weak smile beginning to tug at the edges of his lips. “ya know, i heard someone say that chicks dig scars.” you grinned. spinning around on the balls of your feet to grab another alcohol wipe.

“there’s only one girl i actually care about.” he laughed to himself, looking down at his feet.

as you spun back around you noticed carl playing with the tips of his fingers, picking at his cuticles. you gently placed your pointer finger under his chin and pushed his head up. choosing to pretend you didn’t hear carls comment you began to clean the rest of his healing wound, his other eye carefully watching you.

dabbing the wipe a few more times before tossing it in the trash, you let go of his chin. “all done.” you smiled softly. “want me to wrap it back up?” you asked shyly.

carl nodded weakly, his hands shakily reach up to create a part in his hair. you reached back and grabbed a small square of cloth bandage and turned back to carl. while carl had his left hand on top of his head holding up the parted hair waiting for any further instructions. you thought for a moment, knowing this would be difficult with two hands. so, gently you bent down a little at the knees and grabbed carls spare hand causing him to tense a little at your touch.

“sorry.” you mumbled. “hold this here.” you spoke quietly, resting the bandage against his eye-socket before placing his hand over it. as you finished wrapping up the bandage and secured it in place before dropping your hands back to your side. “all done.”

“thank you.” carl whispered, letting go of his hair letting it fall down over his freshly wrapped bandage. carl stood up, swiftly grabbing his hat before beginning to walk towards the door. “hey uhm.” he mumbled, spinning back around to face you. “d’yer wanna hang out later?”

you looked down at your hands. you could feel your heart beat getting a little faster and you cheeks getting hotter. admittedly a little flustered you began to nod your head.

“mmyeah.” you smiled, still playing with your nails. “i just gotta finish up ‘ere.”

he took a few more steps back towards you before plopping down onto an arm chair by the window.

“it’s okay.” he shrugged. “i’ll wait.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

⋆ 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ⋆

new year … same shitty fanfic <3

#ao3 #aot fanfiction #fan fic author #fan fiction #twd #twd gore #twd fluff #twd season 6 #twd carl grimes #carl grimes #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes season 7 #the walking dead #twd carl #twd fanfiction #denise cloyd #alexandria #twd alexandria #medical

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t-w-d-gays · 1 year

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Some of y’all gonna be real mad about this one but the Magna/Yumiko kiss was lazy writing.

I’m just as happy as anyone that they are endgame and in my head Yumiko herself not just the actress was pregnant and they’re going to raise a baby together and live happily ever after.

However the writers clearly didn’t give a single shit about Magna the entire time she was on the show and even less about any queer relationships.

They don’t deserve any praise for bringing them back together when they went out of their way to change them from a happy loving couple in the comics to immediately fighting breaking up and being separated for half their time on the show.

And even after all their effort to flesh their characters (really only Yumiko got fleshed out but okay) they went and did nothing with it? Like it all meant nothing there was no character development between the two of them.

They didn’t let Magna and Yumiko have more than like one and a half conversations, they didn’t work through a single issue or even discuss what caused them to separate.

It’s like the writers didn’t want to bother having a consistent happy gay relationship but still wanted the brownie points at the end.

And this all extends to other gay characters as well, aaron one of the longest lasting characters in the show having zero screen time near the end and no storyline at all.

Not to mention the whole back to back jesus/Tara thing which I was willing to forgive because it’s TWD and everyone dies but the fact that the gay characters are CONTINUALLY underdeveloped and underused.

#the walking dead #twd #yumiko #magna #Aaron #Tara #Jesus #gay #anti #anti twd #don’t even remind me of Denise

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not-so-austen · 15 days

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Fighting the Fall

NOW COMPLETE: Chapters 110/110

Main pairing: Daryl/Jesus Significant background pairings: Aaron/Eric, Tara/Denise, Maggie/Glenn Words: 400,297 A rewrite of the second half of season 6, and seasons 7 and 8 with all the violence of canon, a little less main character death, and a touch more romance. A very slow burn with a focus on establishing and developing the inter-character relationships.

“I ain’t chasing after you again!” Daryl called from the porch, barely visible now in the fading light. “Almost doesn’t seem worth it then,” Jesus called back, cheerfully, and performed a little twirl in the mud. “You catch cold and you can get yourself back to Hilltop!” Daryl yelled after him, and Jesus responded by raising his middle finger in the air, illuminated with the beam of his flashlight, not bothering to slow down or look back.

#desus fic #desus #daryl dixon/jesus #daryl x jesus #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon x jesus #daryl dixon #Paul rovia #Aaron/Eric #Aaron Raleigh #Eric Raleigh #Aaric #Denise Cloyd #Tara Chambler #Tara/Denise #fighting the fall

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lovleysweetcake · 1 month

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nicole dollanganger being in the walking dead soundtrack is one of my favorite things❤︎︎

#she's literally so perfect for twd #chapel is so good #rip denise #the walking dead #twd #amc the walking dead #nicole dollanganger #dollcore #morute #pink #txt #gif

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gotham-at-nightfall · 2 months

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The Alexandrians unite to drive back the undead swarm!

The Walking Dead Deluxe #84

#twd deluxe #rick grimes #michonne hawthorne #abraham ford #rosita espinosa #holly #aaron #nicholas #eugene porter #denise cloyd #zombies (twd)#image comics #matt reads a thing #i posted this #tw gore

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soupsspoons · 10 months

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25. Orange Crush

Hannah knew the trip to Hilltop had been horrific. She had so much hope, a desperate kind of hope, that it would go well. And yet it ended in the capture of two of their own people, Maggie and Carol. Hannah hadn't heard about what happened until afterward, but she couldn't help but watch the two women as they walked through the gates of Alexandria, knowing deep down that something had gone wrong.

Maggie, Hannah realized, meant much more to her than she had imagined. If it weren't for Maggie, Hannah wouldn't have been able to get away from the W woman. Without her, Hannah would never have gotten to see that life was so much more than survival. That they could find love underneath all the horror, that it was possible to have a family.

Though in the beginning, Hannah wasn't so fond of Carol, she realized now why the woman had put on an act for so long. It was about survival. In order to live a life as Maggie had shown her, Hannah would need to survive. Carol was a survivor who lived.

After leaving the pantry, Hannah saw Daryl and Rosita loading up a truck with different supplies. She knew they weren't scheduled for anything today, but Hannah could tell they were setting up for a run. The sight became even more confusing when she saw Denise come around from the other side of the truck, a large backpack slung on her shoulder and more supplies in her hands. Maybe they weren't going on a run? Hannah had never seen Denise join the others to the outside, nor had Hannah known she had any interest. But, as she watched the determined look on the woman's face grow, Hannah remembered that there was a first time for everything.

"What are you guys up to? I thought you weren't scheduled for anything today?" Hannah spoke when she neared the small group.

"We're running low on meds. Denise said she knows where to get some," Rosita said.

"Oh, ok," Hannah looked to Denise, giving her a reassuring nod, "Well, then I'll leave you to it."

Hannah turned to leave the group, but just as he had the other day, Daryl called her name.

"Do you wanna come with us?" Rosita quickly turned her head to him, giving him an obviously annoyed look. Daryl paid no mind as he waited for a response.

"What?" Hannah asked. With everything that had happened at Hilltop, she expected everyone, but especially Daryl, to be weary about letting people leave the compound. Hannah had only heard whispers about this 'Negan' and his people from those who had gone to Hilltop, but she knew he was dangerous.

"Yeah, I think it would be good for you to get out of this place."

After a little more convincing and a sly permissive nod from Rosita, Hannah found herself squashed into the front seat of the truck. Daryl sat in front of the wheel, and with no console in the car, Hannah and Denise sat in the middle, followed by Rosita at the window. As they began out of the compound, it was obvious something was wrong with the truck. The car continued to sputter as Daryl pushed and pulled on the shift, grumbling curses under his breath.

"It, uh.." Denise started, unsure of her words.

"What?" Daryl spoke gruffly.

"Forget it."

"No, what?" Daryl was agitated now as the gears continued to grind.

"I think, maybe, you're disengaging it too soon," Denise said as Daryl eyed her, "I've been driving stick since I was 15. Usually beat up trucks like this," Hannah smiled at the small jab, "My brother taught me so I just know."

Denise reached for the stick to show Daryl how he was meant to do it, but he shooed her hand away, his face intimidating and unmoving.

"Daryl," Hannah spoke in a soft but stern voice. The man looked at her, seeing the annoyance on her face, and threw his palms up against the top of the wheel in surrender. Before he could say anything in response, Rosita pointed out the large fallen tree that laid on the road, blocking their path. The car slowed to a stop, and Daryl and Rosita got out, slamming the doors, their guns at the ready.

Hannah shuffled in her seat next to Denise, taking advantage of the new space on the bench. The car was silent as they watched Daryl and Rosita pulling parts of the tree out of their way. It was so quiet that Hannah wouldn't have been able to notice the soft snarling coming from outside the car unless Denise hadn't whipped her head towards it. Hannah could see the frantic look in her eyes and she felt bad. This was new to Denise, new to both of them, and they didn't exactly have the nicest hosts. Slowly, so as not to surprise her, Hannah put her hand on Denise's shoulder. When she turned to face her, Hannah tried to give a reassuring smile.

"You don't have to be nervous. They're pretty good," Hannah nodded towards Daryl and Rosita, who were walking back towards the truck.

"Come on, it's clear," Rosita said as she pulled open the passenger door loudly, causing Denise to jump.

Denise and Hannah got out of the truck and Rosita offered the bag of liquor she had found underneath the tree.

"Any takers?"

"No thanks," Denise said as she walked, "They were kinda my parent's thing. Which is why they aren't mine."

Rosita rose her brows, uninterested with Denise's answer, and turned to Hannah with a sly smile, "Hannah?"

She chuckled softly, "I'm good."

Once they had gotten all of their supplies out of the truck, Daryl began walking past the tree, leaving the car behind.

"The truck ain't gonna make it past this tree," He said, "Come on, let's walk."

Before he got far enough, however, Denise spoke up.

"Hold up," Daryl turned at her voice, "Looks like a straight shot if we follow the tracks."

"No. No tracks. We'll take the road." Daryl pointed ahead, beginning forward once again.

"That's twice as far," Rosita pointed out.

Clearly annoyed, Daryl turned one last time, "Go whichever way you like. I ain't taking no damn tracks."

Daryl didn't look back as he began walking away from the group, deeper into the woods. After a moment, Denise followed behind him, leaving Rosita and Hannah on their own. Hannah waited, unsure of which way to go before Rosita hiked her bag higher up on her shoulder and turned to the girl.

"Go," She spoke as if she was giving permission, nodding her head towards the woods. Before Hannah could speak, Rosita began following the tracks.

As Hannah stood alone on the road, she blew out a soft sigh, thinking over her options.

"Why'd you follow me," Rosita said once Hannah matched her pace on the tracks.

"Didn't want you to be alone."

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Rosita and Hannah sat by the side of the road, waiting until the others finally came up the path.

"Took you long enough," Rosita spoke, but Daryl continued walking ahead, ignoring both her and Hannah. Denise pulled Rosita to the side, talking to her quietly, so Hannah ran up, walking slowly beside Daryl.

They finally arrived at the apothecary and Hannah was taken aback by its appearance. She knew it wouldn't be nice, but the blood that smeared the windows and piles of dead walkers that blanketed the concrete still forced her to hold her breath.

Daryl knocked on the fogged door of the building, listening to what could be inside. Passing his gun to Rosita, he pulled a large crowbar out of his bag and jammed it into the crack of the door, grunting as he pulled it back.

Just as the door opened, the rancid smell of death wafted past the group, and Hannah grimaced. As they walked in, she could hear Denise holding back a gag behind her.

"We gone find out what you had for breakfast?" Daryl joked without looking back.

"Oatmeal," Denise said softly.

As the group walked farther into the store, Hannah noticed a wall of clothes in the back of the room. Looking to the group, Hannah thought, no one would notice if she checked it out. As she approached, she found that the back was not only covered in racks of dresses but also shoes and jewelry. She couldn't help but let her hands run through the different dresses, looking through the things that had yet to be taken. She held out the skirt of one of the dresses, a pinkish-purple one with flowery black mesh covering the fabric. She twirled the skirt in between her fingers, noting how it looked just like the dress she had once worn to her cousin's wedding. She was the flower girl.

Next to the dresses was a small vanity, its mirror scuffed and dusty. The drawers were pulled open, seemingly riffled through. All of the drawers looked as if they were empty, but when Hannah looked closer, one still had its contents stuffed in the back. She pulled the drawer out as far as it could go and found a small pile of makeup hidden inside. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but Hannah recognized the pink and red tubes from her mother's old drawers. She pulled out three tubes, each a slightly different shade of pink. She opened the top of one, a deep red, and let the wand run over the back of her hand.

"Hey, over here," Rosita called out from the other side of the store. Hannah jumped at the voice and quickly stuffed the makeup into the pockets of her pants.

"Hannah, come on," Daryl called as she neared the group. They had hopped over the ledge of the pharmacy window, riffling through bottles of pills. Hannah readied herself to jump over the counter before realizing that Denise wasn't with the group. She looked to Daryl and Rosita, who continued to throw bottles into their bags. Suddenly, Hannah heard a muffled banging coming from beside the pharmacy. Slowly, she pulled her knife out of its sheath and followed the sound. Hannah stopped when she came to what looked like a storage closet, its door slightly ajar and a small amount of light coming from inside. Quietly, she reached for it's handle, her knife gripped in her palm. When she opened it, Hannah saw a woman, Denise, standing over a sink. Beside her, Hannah could see a grotesque walker banging against the wall. Before she could say anything, Denise ran out of the closet, dropping her flashlight as she did. Hannah jumped back, before reaching down for the flashlight. She held her breath as she let the light scan the room, looking for what had scared Denise. Hannah followed it to where the woman had stood, looking down at the metal sink, filled just to the brim with a brown liquid. Inside, Hannah could see a small children's shoe unnaturally turned just above the water. Just as Denise had, Hannah gasped and ran out of the closet.

As she closed the door behind her, Hannah could hear the sound of breaking glass across from her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rosita shouted at Denise, who was standing over the shattered mess of a fallen shelf.

"Nothing," Denise spoke calmly, before hurrying out of the building. Rosita turned to Hannah, who was watching as the woman left.

"It's fine," was all Hannah could say.

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Hannah stood beside Denise outside of the store, her back resting against the red brick. She said nothing but watched as the woman looked down at a small keychain in her hands. Dennis, it read.

The doors opened and Daryl and Rosita came out of the building, their bags heavy with the medicine they had found.

"Hey," Daryl spoke to Denise, who was still sitting on the ground, "You did good finding this place."

The group began the journey back to Alexandria, this time following the tracks the whole way. Daryl and Rosita walked together, leading the group, and Hannah walked behind them, just in front of Denise. It was quiet as they walked, save for soft groans coming from in the trees. As Hannah walked, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Denise leaving their path. She stopped, watching as the woman neared an abandoned blue car, left in the rubble outside of the tracks.

"There's a cooler in there," Denise yelled out to the group, pointing at the dusty car, "Might be something we could use inside."

Daryl and Rosita stopped, turning towards Denise's voice.

"We got what we came for," Rosita yelled back.

"Nah, ain't worth the trouble," Daryl added, "Come on."

Still, Denise stayed by the car, walking around to the passenger side door.

Hannah knew it wasn't a good idea. She knew Daryl was right, it wasn't worth the trouble. But still, she found herself stepping off of the tracks, heading towards the blue car. When Hannah got closer, she could hear the walker inside, growling and banging on the windows, just like the one in the closet.

"Hey," Hannah said softly.

"Hey," Denise barely looked up as she spoke, pulling her knife out of its sheath, and reaching for the door. Hannah could see the determination on her face as she pulled it open slowly. She stepped back, trying to let Denise do what she needed to do, but still had her own knife ready. Reaching in, Denise clumsily pulled at a blue cooler that was on the passenger seat. Before Hannah knew what was happening, Denise was on the ground, a walker snarling on top of her.

"Denise," Hannah let out a yell.

Daryl and Rosita heard the commotion, running over with their weapons drawn.

Hannah ran to Denise's side, ready to kill the walker she was wrestling with.

"No, don't" Denise yelled at her in a tone she had never heard. Daryl, who was standing behind her, pulled Hannah back gently as Denise stabbed her own knife into the walker's skull. It was silent as the woman stood up, her breath heavy. Almost immediately she doubled over, throwing up on the ground in front of Hannah.

"Oh man," Denise breathed out and pointed down at the mess, "See, oatmeal." Still, no one said anything.

Denise bent back down, opening up the cooler that had fallen out of her hands. Inside, she pulled out a six-pack of sodas, tearing off a can of Orange Crush.

"Hot damn," She muttered.

"What the hell was that?" Daryl spoke up, stepping in front of Hannah now, "You coulda died right there! You could've gotten her killed, you know that?" Daryl motioned to Hannah.

"Yeah, I do."

"Are you hearing me," Daryl asked again.

"Who gives a shit! You could have died killing those saviors, both of you guys, but you didn't. You wanna live, you take chances. That's how it works. That's what I did."

"For a couple of damn sodas," Daryl shook his head.

"Nope," Denise said, shoving the can of Crush in his face, "Just this one."

Hannah heard Rosita scoff as Denise walked away.

"You good," She said, turning to the girl.

"Yeah," Hannah breathed out.

They all followed Denise back onto the tracks

"Are you seriously that stupid?" Rosita shouted when they met up with Denise, her voice quickly changing from the tone she had used with Hannah.

"Are you?" Denise stopped walking, "I mean it, are you? Do you have any clue what that was to me, what this whole thing is to me?" Denise paused, "See, I have training in this shit. I'm not making it up as I go along, like with the stitches and surgery and the..." Denise pointed to Daryl before speaking again, "I asked you to come with me because you're brave like my brother, and sometimes you actually make me feel safe," She turned to Rosita next, "I wanted you here because you're alone, probably for the first time in your life. And because you're stronger than you think you are, which gives me hope that maybe I can be too," Finally, she turned to Hannah, "And I'm glad you're here because you're nice and you make people good without even trying."

"Look, I could have gone with Tara. I could've told her I loved her, but I didn't because I was afraid. That's what's stupid. Not coming out here, not facing my shit. And it makes me sick that you guys aren't even trying because you're strong and you're smart and you're really good people! And if you don't--"

If Hannah had blinked, she would have missed the sight of the arrow entering Denise's head. She gasped as the woman fell to the ground, blood pouring out of her eye where the arrow had hit. Hannah bent down, a sob stuck in her throat as chaos struck around them. With Denise's head in her lap, Hannah watched as about twenty men came out of the woods, their guns drawn, pointing toward the group.

"You drop 'em now!" A voice that Hannah had never heard yelled out. She looked to see a man, his face disfigured on one side, smiling at them as he pushed a scared Eugene to his knees. Where had he come from?

"Well, hell," said the man.

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Heyy Loveliesss! I feel like I haven't posted in forever so please enjoy this extra-long chapter. I really liked writing this so I hope you guys like it! Also, to make up for not posting last week, I may or may not be posting another chapter tonight for you guys.... 😏 you'll just have to wait and see!

What do we think of Hannah's first run??

Thanks for Reading!

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