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alyssaforevermore · 2 days

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season two, part four

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

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Morning came quickly, despite your mostly sleepless night. You’d been in and out on the rocking chair on the porch, every small sound shaking you awake. When a few of the others had gone off to collect stones for Otis’ funeral, you’d wasted no time in joining them. It wasn’t long before you spotted Daryl and the others arriving. You all met up at the front of the farmhouse.

Dale approached Rick. “How is he?”

Lori smiled beside her husband. “He’ll pull through. Thanks to Hershel and his people.”

“And Shane.” Rick added. “We’d have lost Carl if not for him.”

You kicked lightly at the grass beneath your feet. As much as Rick was right, you hated standing by while he praised a traitor. Having known Shane most of your life, you felt beyond betrayed by what he had done and you couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt Rick. They were never just best friends; more like brothers. Hell, Shane was like your brother too, until recently.

“Thank god,” Carol said, hugging Lori. “We were so worried.”

“How did it happen?” Dale asked.

“A hunting accident. That’s all– just a stupid accident.”

Moments later you would all gather around an old tree, where Patricia had decided to keep a memorial for Otis. Everyone began stacking rocks in the spot as Hershel spoke of God, Otis and the legacy he left behind.

You had come to know what happened in the woods, Otis accidentally shooting Carl. As angry as you were, you had to admire that the man had risked his life to try and save your nephew.

“Shane, will you speak for Otis?” Hershel asked.

You looked to Shane, who was pale as a ghost.

“I’m not good at it.” Shane responded. “I’m sorry.”

“You were the last one with him.” Patricia spoke up. “You shared his final moments. Please. I need to know his death had meaning.”

“Okay.” Shane whispered, his eyes shifting to the ground for a moment. “We were about done, almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping real bad. Ankle all swollen up. ‘We’ve got to save the boy’, see, that’s what he said. He gave me his backpack and shoved me ahead. Said to run and that he’d cover me. When I looked back…” Shane took a deep breath. “If not for Otis, I’d have never made it out alive and that goes for Carl too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death ever had meaning, it was his.”

Patricia smiled, nodding as tears fell down her cheeks. Shane turned to the pile of rocks, placing another one on top. You watched him closely, noticing his hands shaking ever so slightly. Daryl had been watching him too, your eyes connecting with a shared confusion. Whatever had happened with Otis, Shane was not himself.

…

“How long has this girl been lost?” Hershel asked.

“This’ll be day there.” Rick responded.

Maggie hurried over with a map, laying it across the hood of the car you were gathered around. “County survey map. Shows terrain and elevations.”

“This is perfect. We can finally get this thing organized.” Rick spoke. “We’ll grid the whole area and start searching in teams.”

“Not you. Not today.” Hershel said. “You gave three units of blood. You wouldn’t be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out.” He then turned to Shane. “And your ankle… Push it now, you’ll be laid up for a month, no good to anybody.”

“Guess it’s just me.” Daryl sighed. “I’m gonna head back to the creek, work my way from there.”

“I’ll join you.” You spoke, earning a nod from him.

“I can still be useful. I’ll drive up the interstate, see if Sophia wandered back.” Shane suggested.

“Alright, tomorrow then.” Rick responded. “We’ll start doing this right.”

“That means we can’t have our people out there with just knives. They need the gun training we’ve promised them.”

Hershel shook his head. “I’d prefer you not carrying guns on my property. We’ve managed so far without turning this into an armed camp.”

“All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here…” Shane trailed off.

“Look, we’re guests here.” Rick spoke. “This is your property and we will respect that.”

Rick took his gun out of the holster, placing it on the hood of the car. Shane reluctantly followed suit.

“I’m heading out so I’ll be keeping mine.” You spoke, folding your arms across your chest.

Rick nodded. “First things first: Set camp, find Sophia.”

“I hate to be the one to ask, but somebody’s got to. What happens if we find her and she’s bit?” Shane asked. “I think we should all be clear on how we handle that.”

“You do what has to be done.”

“And her mother? What do you tell her?” Maggie asked.

“The truth.” Andrea spoke up.

“It won’t be easy, but she’ll understand.” You agreed.

“I’ll gather and secure all the weapons. Make sure no one’s carrying till we’re at a practice range off site.” Shane nodded. “I do request one rifle man on lookout. Dale’s got experience.”

“Our people would feel safer, less inclined to carry a gun.” Rick agreed, and Hershel nodded. “Thank you.”

Everyone slowly parted ways, heading off to prepare for whatever job they were given. You found your backpack in the back of one of the cars, rummaging through it to make sure you had everything you needed. Luckily, you had enough water and a few granola bars to tie you over until you got back.

You headed back towards the farmhouse, watching as Rick came out and began approaching Daryl.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be back before dark.” Daryl mumbled, waving him off.

“Hey,” Rick spoke. “We got a base. We can get this search properly organized now.”

“You got a point or we just chatting?” Daryl asked.

“My point is it lets you off the hook.” Rick spoke, glancing over Daryl’s shoulder at you for a moment. “You don’t owe us anything.”

Daryl turned around, noticing you just a few steps away. He left out a small huff, beginning to walk past you and towards the farm’s main road. “My other plans fell through.”

…

“I hope Shane and Andrea are having better luck than we are.” You huffed, pushing your way through some bushes.

It had been a few hours since you’d left the farm and any trail you’d found belonged to a walker or animals. Luckily, Daryl had started teaching you a few things about tracking. It was still mostly lost on you, but you appreciated it.

“Doubt she made it back to the highway after all this time.” Daryl responded.

“Well, she’s got to be somewhere.” You spoke. “Surely she couldn’t have wandered off that far, dead or alive.”

Daryl paused, eyeing you for a moment. “You think she’s gone?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. It’s hard to keep holding out hope after everything that’s happened in the last few days.”

“Carl’s a tough kid. He’ll bounce back before you know it.”

You nodded in agreement, spotting a house through the trees. “Do you think Sophia might’ve hidden in there?”

“Only one way to find out.” Daryl replied, pushing his way through the brush.

It was an open area, a run down house sitting in the middle. Some wilting flowers and many weeds were scattered around the place. It looked long abandoned, but you prayed you’d find her alive inside.

Daryl approached the door with his crossbow in hand, looking back at you. You held your knife up and nodded, prompting him to open the door.

You followed Daryl’s lead as the two of you made your way through the house. It was silent besides the sound of your footsteps across the creaking floor.

As you arrived in the kitchen, there was a small panty with the door cracked open ever so slightly.

You exchanged a glance with Daryl before pulling open the door, revealing a small set up of blankets and a pillow on the floor.

“She’s small enough, she could’ve been hiding out in here.” You spoke, lowering your knife to your side.

“Then where the hell’d she go?” Daryl huffed, turning around and peering out the kitchen window.

“It’s wishful thinking, but maybe she went off to find some water.” You picked up an empty bottle from the ground. “It looks like whoever was here ran out.”

You headed towards the kitchen cupboards, opening them up and grabbing whatever you could from the higher shelves.

Daryl looked back at you and you shrugged, placing it all on the table. “If it’s her and she comes back, at least she’ll be able to reach the food now.”

“It’s getting dark,” Daryl mumbled. “We should head back.”

“I’ll come back here tomorrow, see if any of this food has been eaten.”

With that, the two of you left the house and began your journey back to the farm. Even though you were hopeful you’d found where Sophia had been living, you hoped someone else had actually managed to find her.

Before you reached the forest again, Daryl veered off towards a section of flowers that were still somehow blooming among the dead ones. He eyed them for a moment before picking one out and heading back towards you.

“A flower?” You asked..

He nodded. “Figured Carol could use something nice.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

…

By the time you arrived back at the farm, the sun was nearly gone for the day. Rick noticed the two of you on the path, rushing over as Daryl headed off to find Carol.

“How did it go?” He asked.

“We found an old house, but that’s it. Did anyone else have any luck?”

Rick shook his head.

“How is Carl?”

“He’s doing better.” Rick smiled slightly. “He’s up, talking Lori’s ear off.”

You laughed. “That’s my nephew.”

“How did things go with Daryl?” Rick asked.

“It went fine.” You responded. “I mean, he taught me a bit about tracking. Had my back when we ran into walkers.”

Rick nodded. “You think he can be trusted?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“It’s not like we got off on the best foot.” Rick spoke. “He’s an asset, there’s no disputing that, I just worry.”

“I trust him more than I trust Shane.” You mumbled.

“Shane?” Rick questioned. “What happened with Shane?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, really. He’s just been a completely different person for a while now. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“It’s a different world. Are any of the same people we were?”

You bit your tongue, knowing it wasn’t your place to tell him about what happened with Lori. It wasn’t your place to tell him about the affair, either.

“You’re right.” You spoke. “You’re right, it’s just a hard adjustment I guess.”

Rick smiled at you. “Now that we have this place, maybe we can all start getting back to normal. Somewhat, at least.”

“I hope so.”

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AN: Hi, here is the next chapter! I'm sorry it's been so long since an update, it's been a weird week. I hope you all enjoy this one! I'm going to try to get started on the next chapter tomorrow so it's not as long as a wait for the next one. Please remember to like/reblog if you enjoyed!

#daryl dixon; unearthed #twd #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x reader

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raiisakitsune · 1 year

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TWD MAJOR SPOILER!!!!

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I am so very sorry but there is just no way in hell Judith Grimes can die. I don’t just mean that in my own perspective, no, i mean literally. Judith can not die. And here’s why:

1. Daryl— so far all of Daryl’s trauma, or the little glimpses and moments of grief we saw him go through were: A. Guilt, B. Survivor’s guilt, and C. feeling like he wasn’t good enough to protect the people he loved, feeling like he failed them and failed the people that loved them as well i.e beth, glenn, hershel, carl. Losing judith, whom he feels somewhat of a parental instincts for, as her uncle and temporary surrogate father, i do not see him recovering steadily or— at all from this, let alone MOVING ON TO FRANCE??? Unless he’s actually kidnapped aka. Blindfolded, forcefully, raging as he gets on that plane, helicopter or whatever. He’s never going to be the same it might be his final straw, a break point.

2. Rick— let’s think for a bit okay? Rick left with the crm thinking Judith, his wife (and depending on whether or not he knew michonne was pregnant, their unborn child) was/is somewhat safe and at home he is probably hoping that one day he is going to reunite with his family and his baby girl and see how big she’s grown and how brave she’s got, only for him to know that, “sorry, she died.” First Carl, then judith, i don’t see rick returning from that, i don’t see him going on either, its just a lost cause.

3. Michonne— honestly what goes for rick goes for michonne as well, she raised that girl and clearly had a formidable bond with her, judith dying would break her, if she meets rick again and they head onto a journey back home and then find out their daughter is dead, what is the point of ANYTHING ??????

thats why Judith grimes can not die.

and if she does, then it’s a stupid and unreasonable move.

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endless-oc-creations · 1 month

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Betrayal, future, ghost + eve, lilith or asha?

Oooo! Thank you!🙏 How bout I use all three of my ocs for each question? 👀

[Lilith] Betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

Answer: Unfortunately yes... Lilith has been betrayed twice and it was by her adoptive father, Emrys. The man she spent years looking for after he suddenly disappeared one night. But it's complicated. In Act 3 it's revealed to Lilith that her father Emrys had become a Mindflayer and had been one of the nautiloid ships that captured her and her companions. Lilith didn't want to believe it was her father at first, but then they connected through the tadpole and it truly was Emrys or what was now him anyway.

She also found out Emrys purposely left her in the woods that night he disappeared...he had been looking for a higher power to help with something he needed to be done. Lilith felt hurt that after all this time looking for her father, thinking he was taken, he had left her alone on purpose. Then Emrys wanted to try and help Lilith and her companions. And he did help with a few fights. However...it's been so long since he had transformed into a Mindflayer and his humanity was little to nothing.

During one of the major battles he completely loses himself and begins attacking one of Lilith's allies. (I haven't decided yet on who it will be) But Lilith is left stunned and hurt, trying to come to terms with her father who is now truly gone.

Like I said the betrayal is complicated. The same thing goes with Lilith betraying someone who trusted her. That 'person' was Emrys. To Mindflayer Emrys, when Lilith was forced to kill him he saw that as her betraying him.

Can we all thank @astarionbae for giving me this idea for Lilith? Cause I'm still obsessed with all of this...

[Asha] Future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

Answer: The worst possible future for Asha...well you could say it could be giving into the blood lust that constantly haunts and torments her every night. But for Asha, the worst future for her would be that Gale, the man she suddenly came to love dearly, would end up deciding to use The Netherese Orb and dying from it. She's trying to prevent that from happening by trying to get him to see that there's hope. But...she doesn't quite know or is confident that there is any hope for her with this dark urge inside of her.

[Eve] Ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

Answer: The Ghost that haunts Eve most of her life in the apocalypse is that of her Uncle Dale. Before he was killed by that Walker on Hershel’s farm he had expressed disappointment with everyone and said that their group was broken when it came to the decision of killing someone. But what haunted Eve the most about it was that he was more so disappointed with her. “I thought we raised you better than that…” She never got to make it up to her uncle or showed him that he was wrong about their group. So, in seasons 5-6 when the group kinda goes ‘off the rails’ so to speak, Eve will start seeing the ghost of Dale. She will talk,argue and even cry to him through it all. But Eve eventually comes to terms with that her Uncle didn’t know everything that would happen, what they had to do to survive. Their group maybe be a little broken but that’s okay…it’s broken but still good. She know that whatever the apocalypse throws at them they will eventually know they can overcome it. And with the lives Eve ends taking away she tries to give back by saving people by being a doctor for them.

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

#mimi replies #asks answered #answered asks #lilith chrysanth #oc: lilith chrysanth #asha rhyl #oc: asha rhyl #oc: everleigh horvath #everleigh horvath #I Want To Queue You 'Til You See Stars

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esoterium · 3 months

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@wexarethewalkingxdead || post continuation! || from here!

new editor format switch!

"yeah. me. that so hard to believe," she asks without looking at him. she figures from the last time he saw her? it's an easy conclusion to make. that she might not be the kind of person who'd make the tough decisions that had to be made. the ones that were the hardest. ones others didn't want to make. that hesitation making would bring suffering and sickness to the people they love. she was meek. and mild and kept her RAGE AND ANGER hidden. ed had beaten, berated, and belittled her into a shell of a human being. lower than that.

shane knew ed well. beat him into a pulp that left her screaming for him to stop when the darkest parts of her wanted to see him keep going until there was nothing left on that rock. nothing but something she could sink her hands into and keep ripping into shreds. keep tearing the pieces of him apart until nothing but the water would wash her clean and even then? it'd only be skin deep. that her soul would carry the bloodstain with it for as long as it had to before this world washed even that away with the sins she'd sooner or later have to make to stay alive.

but then. ed was gone. and her little girl. then so was shane. one of rick's sins. everyone around them was beginning to fall and BE DAMNED if she was going to let rick's inaction be the reason why she lost anyone else. maggie. carl. beth. rick. hershel. daryl. the list goes on and on. she was the one who made the tough decision. she was the one who committed the sin that needed committed. and she didn't regret her choice. she didn't. because they were BREATHING another day. they were alive.

and it was because of what. she. did.

"yeah. he did. doesn't trust me. sort of took me out to pasture, i guess." she sighs and the hurt surfaces in her voice before she can grab hold of it. "took me out here and didn't let me go back. like a dog that bites a kid but you don't wanna kill it." suddenly, her appetite's gone and the bar's sat down. she brushes her hands together and curls into the side of the couch. feet drug up and knees bent. one arm wraps about both shins and her chin rests down on one kneecap.

unwavering gaze locked on him, she squints. "you would've done it. what i did. they were dying, shane. had a day left in them. tops. suffering, too. whatever was going through that place? wasn't good.. we have little ones there. what else was i supposed to do? let us all die while we hoped for the best?"

#featuring: shane walsh (wexarethewalkingxdead)#<3 #and i'm damned if i do and i'm damned if i don't. so here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road. (carol peletier)#wexarethewalkingxdead

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apricotcrisps · 2 years

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wake up

yoyoyoyo another request homies and ngl struggling with that writer’s block so hopefully this doesn’t suck too bad because its vvv short haha

pairing: glenn x reader (platonic)

request: Maybe the reader is traumatized by everything that’s happened so far and is too scared to do anything so she’s just kinda…there and the group votes to kick her out even though they don’t want to but it’s for the sake of the group…Glenn finds this outrageous and he’s the one that really tries to help her and get the reader to wake up and get her into shape

The end of the world hit you harder than you thought it would. You would've liked to think you’d be the badass heroine with nothing to lose and no fear, and instead, you were a coward.

Your biggest fear. Being a coward. Having to rely on others. Yet, here you were.

In the beginning it was different. You were a bit of a help to the group, cooking whatever was caught for the day and keeping an eye on the kids. It seemed like enough. It was enough, at least at the time. Nobody expected you to do anything more.

The CDC. Hershel losing his leg. Lori dying. Judith being born at the same time. It was all starting to catch up to you. Something about the world terrified you all in a completely new way, and your brain shut off. Not moving meant not dying. This you knew.

You didn’t know how long you were in your cell. The time seemed to just fade away into an endless cycle. You could kind of keep track of it if you tried hard enough.

Hershel had been in a couple times, saying words you couldn’t hear to someone you couldn’t see. It was like you were underwater and they were on the surface trying to reach you.

You didn’t know what was happening to you. Nothing happened to you. You hadn’t ever been close enough to kill a walker, but something about having blood on your hands shook you to your core.

Maggie came in and moved you off the bed once to get you over to the shower block, moving you back later and placing you in the same position you were in.

Glenn came in what you assumed was every day, maybe every hour.

You wanted to move. You did, but something small and powerful inside your brain was terrified, controlling your entire being. Your were screaming at yourself to just say one word, anything to Glenn to let you know that there was something left in you.

Eventually, something connected in your brain and everything was put into hyper focus all at once, the pounding in your head making the words you were hearing painfully clear.

“What do you mean ��kick her out?”

It was Glenn.

“I mean that she has to leave. We’re running out of resources and if she can't help herself we can’t help her,” Rick said.

It was about you. They obviously didn’t think you were awake.

“Are you serious? We can’t just drop her off on the side of the road! She’ll die out there!” Glenn was yelling now.

“We’re not just going to dump her. She’ll get water, food, a weapon. This isn’t an easy decision, son,” Hershel spoke now.

A silence fell over the group.

This was it. They were done with you.

“No. It’s not happening. Today. Give me today just to get her up and doing things. Then if you decide to kick her out, just know that I go too,” Glenn spoke. His tone was harsh and you knew he was mad.

“He goes, I go,” Maggie chimed in.

“Now Maggie, let’s not be that rash. This is for the group,” Hershel said, and you could hear the clack of his crutches as he moved.

“No, it’s not, and you know that, daddy. There aren’t that many people left in the world. Good ones at that. We don’t get to pick and choose anymore.”

Silence again. A chorus of footsteps told you the conversation was over.

Glenn came into your cell sighing. He sat in the chair directly across from your bed, looking right at you.

“They want to kick you out, Y/N. Do you hear me?”

You did.

“Y/N, you gotta move. Please. Please just move,” his voice lowered, and he grabbed your hand, almost pulling you out of the bed.

“Fine! Fine!” you groaned, standing on your feet, stumbling a bit. Days of laying down clearly had its effect on you.

“Okay. First step, going outside,” he said as he took your arm in his and helped you leave the cell.

It was almost embarrassing. It wasn’t like you had an injury. It wasn’t like you actually had something happen to you. Glenn was the one who had actually been hurt when the Governor had him.

The sun blinded you, and you covered your eyes with your hands to try and dim the brightness. More walkers had gathered at the fence than there were the last time you’d been outside, and it was leaning over as if it was close to falling.

The thought terrified you. Hundreds of walkers all of a sudden in the prison yard. One less fence to hide behind. You didn’t want to hide anymore, but you didn’t know how not to.

Glenn smiled at you, taking your hand once more and moving closer to the fence. Every step you took made your legs shake, and you didn’t know if it was nerves or lack of use.

“First step,” he said handing you a pole. “Kill one from behind the fence. Figure out the right place to hit.”

You took the pole in your hands, feeling the cool metal against your hot palms.

He led you to an area with less walkers, taking his own pole and turning to you.

“Alright. It’s kind of tricky through the fence, but easier to learn with. Just line the hole up with the center of it’s head. Right between the eyes and push,” he grunted as he said it, demonstrating his own words.

“And that’s it. Easy peasy.”

You sighed. There’s no way it was as easy as he made it look.

“Okay. Easy peasy,” you repeated, taking your own pole and a deep breath.

Lining the pole up with the walkers head, you sighed before closing your eyes and pushing the pole as hard as you could, feeling the pressure as the pole entered the walkers head.

You opened them at Glenn’s cheers, almost not believing that you killed one.

“Holy shit, Y/N! You did it! You did it!”

You laughed at yourself, almost embarrassed that you had never done that before.

“Alright! Lets do a couple more,” Glenn encouraged.

After a while, it became easier, and you couldn’t help but kind of enjoy it. It was repetitive, and weirdly calming. It was a while before Glenn spoke up again, and together you’d both cleared a good amount.

“Alright. That was good. Next step. A walker on its own. No fence,” he said.

At that, your face drained.

“No, no, no, no, no, Glenn. No way. I’m not ready,” you shook your head, backing up as you said it. There was no way. Killing them on the fence was one thing, but out in the open was another.

He took your arm again, dragging you along to the gate.

“It’s gonna be fine, Y/N. I’ll be there and if it goes bad, I’ll step in.”

You were freaking out on the inside. There was no way you’d be able to do it.

Next thing you knew, you were outside the fence in a clearing, waiting for a walker to make its way over to you. Glenn let you keep the pole, you weren’t ready to get that close and use a knife.

“Okay, Y/N. Same thing. You got it.”

“Okay,” you breathed. You can do this.

The walker got closer and you were nearly shaking. “Okay. Okay,” you whispered to yourself.

As soon as it was close enough, you counted down.

You pushed with the same strength you did at the fence, feeling the same pressure.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. There the walker was, at the end of your pole, dead.

You couldn’t believe it. You did it.

“Yes, Y/N! I told you! Easy peasy,” Glenn told you, clapping his hand on your back.

“That was fun and all, Glenn, but I think I’m done for the day. But hey, thank you. Like really. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t done this and they kicked me out.”

“Of course, Y/N. You’re family. My best friend. I wasn’t gonna let them do that. No way,” he said giving you a hug. For once, you didn’t feel completely terrified at the thought of being alone. For once, you felt safe, and loved and able, and that was good enough for you.

#glenn rhee #glenn rhee x reader #twd fanfiction #twd x reader

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giesswrites2 · 3 years

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GETTING CLOSE TO DARYL DIXON HEADCANONS!

WARNINGS! — canon typical violence, swearing, gore, and blood

SUMMARY! — s2-7evolution of how you become close to daryl (part one)

A/N! — this can be interpreted both platonically and romantically, so enjoy!

— seeing as daryl had just lost his brother, you gave him his space. he wasn’t very cool-headed to begin with, so you figured it wouldn’t be the right time to try and strike up conversation.

— it started off with small acts like retrieving his arrows if they were in your vicinity. if things were too intense for daryl to stop and retrieve them himself, you’d hop around, pulling them out of rotten skulls while avoiding any spare hands that tried to grab at you.

— so after a tedious fight against the dead, you’d make your way over to daryl and hold out his arrows with a small smile. he’d look up at you warily and mumble a “thanks” to which you’d respond, “of course.”

— when the group would be getting ready to eat, you’d always sit near daryl

— something about his presence put you at ease. you’re not sure if it was his straightforwardness or his skill, but whatever it was, you wanted to be around it.

— he wasn’t stupid either, he was quick to realize you would always chose to sit somewhat close to him. and it was noticeable because he never exactly sat that close to the group to begin with.

— it was never directly beside him, just close enough to know that he’s there. again, you didn’t really wanna cross any lines with him.

— what he appreciated was that you never tried to make unnecessary conversation. it meant it was difficult for him to pin you as annoying if all you did was harmlessly sit in his vicinity when you ate.

— on a side note, you had made a point to ask hershel to start teaching you a few things. nothing too serious, just how to treat cuts, gunshot wounds, infections, and that of the sort.

— you weren’t all that interested in being the next medic of the group but more so that you wanted to be able to help in case things ever went south.

— daryl never goes to get his wounds cleaned, hell, he barely even looks in hershel’s direction.

— you don’t know if it’s on purpose or if he just forgets that there’s a doctor on site, but when you realize it , you start making it your duty to check up on him.

— one day you waltz up to him after he came back from a run and straight up say, “take off the jacket.” this man just squints down at you in mild confusion. “you’re bleeding and it’s my responsibility to the group to make sure you’re not seriously injured.”

— he’d scoff and say “‘m fine, woman.” and you’d have to stand in his way when he’d try to walk away. “i can be incredibly persistent, daryl. either you let me take a look or i can start being a major pain in your ass.”

— he’d narrow his eyes at you and huff, which you take as an immediate success. he sets down his crossbow and removes the jacket, giving you a perfect view of his wound.

— “daryl, you have a literal hole in your shoulder.” “and?” “this could get infected!” “‘t’s fine”

— from then on, you’re the one who cleans daryl up, especially in those harder to reach areas like his back.

— at first he would huff and puff but he soon came to expect your presence whenever he’d arrive from any sort of expedition

— lori would pull you aside and ask you to be careful around him; that he was a loose canon that was ready to go off at any given second. you’d assure her that everything was fine, and that daryl shouldn’t be seen as a threat.

— even shane pulls you aside at one point to ask you what your intentions are. you scoff and walk away because you were not going to answer to shane of all people

— when the farm is attacked by walkers and the group is split up, you’re worried sick over the safety of the others. you were left alone, exhausted and out of ammo.

— after being reunited at the highway meeting point, you had hugged daryl for the first time. you had thrown your arms around his neck and held him close, mumbling about how you were glad he was okay.

— daryl just stood there because he didn’t expect you of all people to worry about what he had gone through

— you pulled away before he had a chance to respond, examining him. “are you okay? do you need me to tend anything.”

— “nah ‘m good.” “are you sure?” “yeah.”

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon headcanon #daryl hcs #daryl dixon headcanons #twd hcs #twd headcanon

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Professor Layton Iceberg Explanation

As I said in the tags of the original, the iceberg I made was a meme consisting of both real theories and satire/parodies/fandom memes. If anyone is interested, I can work on an unironic version that only has real theories.

Buckle in because this post is LONG and heavily saturated with lore and information.

Actual theories

Parallel universe 1960s where the world wars didn’t happen. There’s an unused file in Curious Village that shows the year as 1960 and the time machine from UF is set to 1973, ten years into the future. The series canonically takes place in an undefined time period (hence the technological inaccuracies and fantasy elements), but it’s based off the 60s. There’s more evidence but we don’t have time to go over every little thing. I linked my “no wars” theory below but TL;DR the outdated airplanes and underdeveloped medicine in the Layton series imply that the world wars may never have happened. https://cayenne-twilight.tumblr.com/post/632205992162099200/outofcontextdiscord-timegearremix-zonosils-war

The real meaning behind the statue in Future London. In UF, the purpose of the statue is to spark Layton and Luke’s conversation about their friendship. Luke is stressing out about moving overseas and sees himself and the professor in the story behind the statue, but in the bigger picture, Clive must have been the one to commission it. Some theorize that the little boy is Clive and the man is either his father or the professor. One idea I’ve seen is that Clive wishes he could be Luke for real, while another is that he wishes he died ten years ago, and another is that he’s literally terminally ill explaining why he doesn’t care about consequence. Personally, I think “the boy succumbed to his illness” refers to his mental illness seeing as he wanted the professor to save him from his madness as he saved him all those years ago.

True location of Monte D’Or. there are no deserts on the British isles to my knowledge, so it makes the most sense for Monte D’Or to be in Southwest USA where English is the default language, they have a desert, and there exists a city famous for flashy hotels, casinos, and entertainment. What makes it odd is that nobody ever mentions overseas travel, and all the major characters are from England.

Loosha’s origins are not explicitly explained if I remember correctly, but the implication was that her prehistoric (supposedly) species was sealed away along with the garden, allowing them to survive all the way to the time of LS until Loosha was the only one left. The garden provided a good habitat and protection from predators, and it’s logical that they’d slowly die out anyways, but there’s no explanation of any specific factors that led to Loosha being the last.

Beasley is not a bee I wrote a post about this one as well, but TL;DR Beasly lacks several defining bee traits whilst having several human ones. He is not human, yet, by definition, not a bee. It’s possible that he is the result of Dimitri’s testing, but whatever his untold story is, he remains an enigma of nature. https://cayenne-twilight.tumblr.com/post/632381715250282496/theory-beasly-isnt-a-bee

Subject 2’s identity is currently unknown. There is a subject one (parrot) and subject 3 (rabbit) so there has to be a second. For a long time, people suspected Beasly to be him seeing as he’s a bit of an amalgamation and definitely not a regular bee (see above). After the release of LMJ, though, people began to suspect Sherl, the intelligent hound who could speak to certain people but not others. That being said, it’s possible for one to be subject 4. Sherl’s memory of a bright flash matches up with subject 3’s memory of being electrocuted. They never explain why the animals were being experimented on, but it was probably Dimitri making sure the conditions of his machine were safe for humans before reliving the incident from ten years ago.

Lady Violet died from the plague from DB. There’s no evidence for this or anything, it’s just an idea. People say she died from the flu but I don’t remember them saying that in the game, at least the US version. Extending off my “no war” theory: it’s theorized that the Spanish Flu was spread by the travlelling soldiers, so if that’s true, it’s possible for the epidemic to have been averted for some decades. Maybe the Spanish Flu reached England later than in real life. The hole in this is that DB’s plague must’ve been close in time to 1918 while Violet’s death was much later, so it would’ve had to stick around.

Bill Hawks is working with Targent and Arthur Cantabella. There was a force in the shadows buying the time machine technology from Bill. Someone with a ton of money who helped him cover up a freak accident and get away with it completely, a feat that involved shady means like violence by hired thugs. Some theorize that it was Targent, seeking power over time in exchange for a little mafia magic. The Labarynthia project was sponsored by the UK government, so as the PM, Bill must’ve known about it. He probably supported dubiously ethical, high stakes (witch pun) psychological experiments like Cantabella’s and helped him stay in the shadows.

All the NPCs in St. Mystere and Folsense are dead. I make fun of this type of theory later, but they’re admittedly captivating. I’m pretty sure the canon in CV is that the villagers are Bruno and Augustus’s OCs that they made robots of and built a town around, but it’s more interesting to think that the village was there before, and the townspeople died of a plague and were replaced like Lady Violet. In Folsense, there really was a plague and they never explain the NPCs there. They’re either real people who appear way younger than they are due to hallucinations (even the ones who already look old ?), or they don’t exist at all, which is pretty spooky. This part of the story is a gaping plot hole. In a similar vein to CV, the edgy yet plausible theory is that they used to live in Folsense but died of the plague and now live on as hallucinations.

Hershel seeing everything as a puzzle is a coping mechanism for all his trauma. This was a joke but I thought about it for more than five seconds and it makes way too much sense.

Plot holes and unexplained questions that we like to overthink because it’s fun

The downfall of the Azran was vaguely explained in canon by people being so greedy that it lead to the civilization collapsing. It’s not a stretch to imagine that happening, but it would’ve been more interesting with a little more detail.

Layton and Luke are programmed to routinely forget how to walk. I didn’t know whether to list this in the joke section or not, but it’s odd that the characters actively participate in the walking tutorial (as opposed to showing a little memo to the player) as if they didn’t know how to before, especially when they go through this several times a year.

The truth behind Pavel. He’s simply a joke character who teleports, is a polyglot (sort of, at least he wants us to think he is) and is mega confused all the time. He’s a fun character to make crack theories about because of his cryptic nature that even he doesn’t seem to understand.

Miracle Mask deleted scenes. The first trailer for MM featured animations that were not in the final game. One was the Randall falling scene, except in a slightly different style than the one we know. Others were completely foreign, like Layton and Luke pacing across a theatre stage as if Layton’s about to expose someone with a dramatic point. Cut content and “could’ve beens” are always curious to think about.

Evan Barde: secret mastermind. Arianna and Tony’s dad is a mysterious character who died under mysterious circumstances. I think the canon is that his death was a genuine accident, but concept art of him making a creepy evil face suggests that maybe he originally had a larger role in the first drafts of LS than the finished game.

The secret to how Paul and Des pull off their disguises is unclear and will remain unclear. There is no plausible explanation for their shape shifting. Unless Paul is just a little dude wearing a human suit like that one Wizard of Oz species and Des is the best quick-changer ever and hides his naturally feminine legs under his cloak.

Alfendi’s mom. When LBMR came out people scrambled to piece together who Hershel had a kid with, but there’s no way alfendi is his biological son. This happened with Kat as well and her biological parents turned out to be brand new characters, so I’m sure Al will get an adoption backstory if his arc continues, be his parents old major characters or nameless, faceless NPCs.

Granny Riddleton and Stachenscarfen are omnipotent deities. Idk which section this fits best under, but these two characters have some serious power. At first introduction, they’re implied to be robots, but they appear everywhere in later games. They follow the Professor wherever he goes and assist him on his adventures, GR collecting puzzles and housing them by some odd magic, and Stachen teaches you how to walk. They both introduce and supervise the gameplay. By extension, I guess this idea could apply to Albus as well in the prequels. GR and Stachen even had the power to appear in LMJ, something no major character could do. I consider them akin to the velvet room attendants from the Persona games.

Clive’s kill count is a vague subject in the game for the sake of keeping it PG. I don’t know if anyone’s ever mathematically estimated the damage he caused, and I sure don’t want to try, but the game appears to push the idea that he didn’t kill anyone at all, saying they stopped him in the nick of time and things like that, even though we watch him raze the city. If they ever want to bring him back post-time skip, I can see them twisting it so that the mobile fortress cutscene wasn’t a linear sequence of events, but instead a compilation of scenes over the course of hours so that London neighborhoods around him could be evacuated and have it make sense. Knowing Level-5, it’s more likely that they wouldn’t think this deep and do something more lazy, though.

Memes and references

Post-time skip Flora is real references the famous L is real theory from Super Mario 64. Like Luigi in SM64, Flora was also a highly anticipated character who didn’t appear in a new game, in this case LMJ or LMDA. In the end, Luigi did become real in the DS port so hopefully Flora is real will be realized as well.

Hershel can’t read is a veteran fandom meme referring to how in the first few games, especially Curious Village, Layton asks Luke to read every document out loud for him. Perhaps this was an exercise to improve Luke’s reading skills and independent thinking, or perhaps he was just too lazy or preoccupied to do it himself, but this grew into the joke that our genius Professor was actually illiterate this whole time.

Layton’s smash invitation is hidden in PLvsAA. It’s no secret that the fandom would kill a man to get the Professor into the smash brothers franchise. In PLvsAA one of the puzzle artworks features a goat eating a familiar white envelope with a red stamp, sparking the joke that either Layton or Wright got the invitation their respective fans desired, but it got lost along the way.

The science board is the mysteriously vague organization Don Paolo got kicked out of for the crime of being evil. It’s the epitome of liberal arts majors and art school graduates trying to bs their way around not knowing any science and failing miserably. “He was very good at all the sciences, but then the CEO of science told him to stop because he was using the power of science for evil science”. They do this again when “Dr. Stahngun” describes his time machine what with the soolha coils and whatnot.

Hoogland is death cult initiation is a parody of “Mario 64 is Freemason initiation” which is ridiculous, just like the creepy human sacrifice subplot of AL.

You can see the reflection of someone watching you in Aurora’s eye references the famous, creepy Talking Angela theory. In retrospect it would’ve been funnier if I said Angela instead of Aurora.

Every copy of Professor Layton is personalized references the famous “every copy of Super Mario 64 is personalized”

Clive’s fat ass in HD is a meme that originated from the announcement of UFHD, saying that half of the excited fans wanted to cry again while the other half were simply attracted to Clive. If we want to enter real bottom-section-of-the-iceberg-chart territory then let’s say Clive’s character has some sort of psychological siren properties that draw people to him like a magnet and/or Harry Styles.

Things I pulled out of my ass for shits and giggles

Infinite hint coin hack: I’m sure a tech savvy cheater could hack the game for infinite hint coins, but there’s no easy or interesting way. I don’t know why someone would do that though, considering a lot of the hints suck and there are puzzle guides on the internet.

Cringy, unused Randall villain monologue. This joke is derived from the actual scrapped MM content as well as deleted content being a popular element of iceberg charts, but it’s sadly not real. Would’ve been hilarious, though.

Last Specter Puzzle 031: Light Height tracks and records children’s intelligence level. It doesn’t, but it’s always fun to make fun of arguably THE most ridiculously difficult puzzle in the franchise. (Seriously, do they expect 7+ year olds to know trigonometry???)

Hershel struggles with tea addiction. Hershel from the games drinks tea in moderation, but the manga begs to differ. He has a tea set in the Laytonmobile, and an attempt at teatime while driving causes him to crash.

Folsense is a metaphor for Alzheimer’s. This is inspired by those edgy kids’ show theories where everyone’s in hell or something, but nobody has ever said this.

London Life is reality and the plot of the games is all in Luke’s head. That’s one way to fill every plot hole. How funny would it be if Luke made up crazy characters and stories based off his fellow townspeople Sharkboy and Lavagirl style. “This dude who lives in a castle and asks people to give him all their money for nothing in return is a vampire from 50 years ago involved in a tragic love story”.

Secret ending encoded into Tago’s Head Gymnastics. It’d be crazy if there was, and Dimitri would hound Tago for the secret to time travel. If you didn’t know, the Layton games started as an adaption of Akira Tago’s puzzle series, except they decided to add a story to make it more interesting and marketable.

Daily puzzles datamine your DS. I’m bad with technology but is it even possible to datamine a DS??? Idk, but I think my DS lite from 2008 is safe.

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More Spoilers!

All right. I have lots to talk about and probably won’t be able to get it all into this post. But everything I’m going to say here is about spoilers for episodes 10x17 and 10x18. As always, let’s remember that we always have to take spoilers with a grain of salt because, while they’re probably mostly true, some of the details might not be.

***So if you don’t want to read spoilers, stop reading now! You’ve been warned!***

Yup! This is true. Check it out below:

Okay, let’s unpack this. First of all, we’ve been told Beth would be mentioned, but not by name. I’m seeing two different places from the above spoilers where she’s mentioned, but not by name. First, Daryl’s “some people are just gone” line. Yes, he’s talking about looking for Connie. But she’s been a Beth proxy since she showed up. And of course the “just gone” line is a direct callback to what Daryl said to Rick back in 4x16, which WAS directly about Beth.

It also occurred to me more recently how interesting it is that that conversation (in 4x16) happened between Daryl and Rick, rather than Daryl and Maggie or Michonne or anyone else. I mean, many seasons later, Rick was “just gone” too and we believe he and Beth are in (mostly) the same place now. So it was a foreshadowing. Annnnnddd once again we KNOW Rick is alive.

Searching for people has been a theme for Daryl since Sophia in S2, so from a symbolic standpoint, this “just gone” line is freaking huge!

Second, there’s Maggie and Kelly’s convo where Kelly asks if Maggie is a big sister. I’m kind of thinking this is the reference that first reviewer referred to. It doesn’t sound like they mention Beth by name, but it’s definitely a reference to Maggie’s younger sister.

But then we get this bit about Daryl and Maggie’s convo. We have two different references to Beth there. First, Maggie telling Hershel, Jr stories about her (and Hershel and the rest of the family).

And then Maggie saying that after Beth’s death, she and Glenn talked about going to the ocean.

Now, let me put a disclaimer here that it’s possible neither of these references will actually use Beth’s name in the episode. It’s possible the reviewers/spoilers just wrote it up this way for ease of explanation.

But even if they don’t actually say her name, these references sound really specific. It mentions stories about Shawn, Beth and Hershel. Why not just say “my family.” There must have been something particular (a name or something else) that made the reviewer mention these names. And as for the “after Beth’s death” thing (I’d be surprised if she actually uses the word “death” but that remains to be seen), what else is Maggie going to say? After we left Atlanta? After Grady? No matter what it is, it’s still a reference to Coda and what happened to Beth.

So guys, we have not one but FOUR different references to Beth in one episode.

Third, it strikes me how MANY sister references we have. Obviously the ones about Beth I covered above. Then there’s Connie and Kelly, and even Elijah who apparently lost a sister. So....what? Now EVERY character has lost a sister and everyone decides to mention it in the same episode? Come on! No way this is accidental.

And, I’ve said this before but it bears repeating. Because these are bonus episodes and somewhat outside the usual structure, we need to view them as their own season or at least their own half season. (Even though there are six instead of eight, we should view this as it’s own half-season arc. Many people are referring to them as 10C, which I think is fitting.)

And the end ALWAYS mirrors the beginning. 4x01 they mention Macon. 4x16, the group goes to Macon (where Terminus was located). 6x09, Daryl blows up the Saviors on the road. 6x16, Negan/Saviors symbolically blow up TF (by killing Glenn and Abraham). You get the idea. We have so many mentions of sisters and people Daryl has searched for here, I really think there’s a good chance we’ll see Beth in 10x22. (Which airs on Easter, btw.)

Finally, there are all ocean references. We know Beth = Water, and we’ve always seen her symbolism around Oceanside and water/ocean locales and other references. So again, this is pretty huge!

Not to mention, this Maggie/Daryl Convo definitely seems like a callback to their 5x10 convo about Beth in the barn.

Here are more spoilers from this episode:

I’m not gonna say much about the Reapers right now. I’m excited to meet these new baddies (I’m always intrigued to learn who the next villains will be). But what catches my attention here are the stars and talk about how “she’s out there, under the same sky.” References to stars, and missing family members who are out there somewhere, alive.

So yeah. These are great. I could go into much more detail than this about the symbolism, but for now, I’m just posting spoilers. Best to watch the episode before going down more detailed rabbit holes, lol.

But didn’t we tell you there would be TONS of great symbolism for us to dissect?

The only other thing I’m going to address today are the pictures of Daryl and Leah laying on top of a refrigerator. Yeah, really not kidding.

Exactly, Nonny. It’s definitely a choice. I mean, obviously there’s some kind of board across the top so they don’t fall in. But who opens a refrigerator of the woods and decides it’s a comfortable place to lie down in the middle of the day? So weird.

@wdway also pointed out that this is out of character for Daryl (just as with all things Leah) because he doesn’t seem to have his crossbow or any weapon within easy reach, and it’s not like him to let his guard down that far.

So, it’s a weird picture and a weird scene, for sure.

But do you all remember @frangipanilove‘s Cooler Symbolism posts? The refrigerator (anything with water running through it, actually, so coolers, air conditioners, etc) are Beth symbols.

So I know no one likes to see this picture, because it’s Daryl and Leah, but it’s just more proof to me that she’s a Beth proxy and/or will lead to Beth in some way.

And I know people will ask what they’re looking at. We don’t know. In the bts shot, it’s blank. Probably a map or something they’ll put in with the computer.

This isn’t actually uncommon, and I’m actually glad this is the case. See, we’ve noticed that in bts shots, there are other things that are also blank during filming. One of them is license plates. But that makes me happy because it’s shows we’re right to look at the license plates as clues. They aren’t just generic plates for whatever car is being used. They’re purposely and thoughtfully put in by the writers after the filming. Which means they’re symbolic clues.

And I think this map will be the same way. It probably won’t be that important in terms of the plot of the episode. Just something Daryl and Leah are scrutinizing. But I’m very curious to see what’s actually on it in the episode, as I bet it’ll be chalk full of Beth symbolism.

Of course, my fellow FB groupie fixed these pictures for us. This is the way they really SHOULD look.

Thanks Bella! 😊

Thoughts?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl #bethyl forever #bethyl for life #bethyl reunion #beth x daryl #daryl x beth

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I finished Curious Village again the other day, so here are some random thoughts. This is my first time replaying the main series since my... mid-to-late teen years? (though I guess it was later than I thought, if AL didn’t come out till 2014... I’m 25 now) so my memory of the fine details of them is a little hazy.

Flora really is wasted in the next two games, isn’t she... She’s introduced as part of the crew by the end of the game, especially with the additional epilogue cutscene in the hd version, but she literally gets the Kairi treatment, being left behind or used as a damsel for no discernable reason, when she could easily be just as capable as Luke... I mean she’s older than him, there’s no reason she couldn’t handle herself on their adventures if he can. -___- And like Kairi, I want to be more invested in her, but she barely has any focus and development, and it’s just ugh. I kind of like that it makes sense why Hershel would be so distant with her/not know how to parent properly, but I wish that was actually explored, and it’s not, so everyone ignoring her is just annoying and unnecessary-feeling instead. Tbh I’d rather her have just stayed behind altogether in the next two games instead of showing up just to be kidnapped or impersonated, if she wasn’t going to be made a main party member permanently.

People have said this before, but the main trilogy is honestly made so much better with knowledge of the prequels, in both emotional and absolutely buckwild ways, and it’s the funniest with CV - going from Azran Legacy straight into the mundane Curious Village is absolutely fucking HILARIOUS, as completely unintentional as it was by Level-5 lmaoooo

Hershel, after the shitshow that was Azran Legacy: “oh thank god, just an inheritance dispute.” Luke, who is easily impressed and apparently gets selective amnesia after every game: “THIS IS THE BIGGEST MYSTERY WE’LL EVER SOLVE-” Hershel, this close to murdering Luke a second time:

Can we make some connection between Bruno’s robot-making abilities and the Azran technology. And does the whole robot thing seriously trigger the boys as soon as it’s revealed because DEAR GOD NO NOT THIS AGAIN-

And related to that, I’m sure that was why Hershel could easily guess the robot thing early on; like seriously, nothing should faze this man anymore after what he’s been through (and yet, hilariously, the most ridiculous has yet to come, depending on how you look at it)

But he doesn’t have the faintest idea why Don Paolo would want revenge on him, which, like, even if he can’t think of anything specific... my dude, your family history is fucked up a;lsdlf;fd, there’s PLENTY OF OPTIONS (even if the actual reason is much less severe lol)

I’m sure we also all headcanon Descole to be slinking around in the background of the three main games somehow just because it’s more fun that way, so now that he’s no longer the rival, he’s the rival-turned-secret helper who makes sure everything goes right for Hershel (but he doesn’t do everything obviously cause he knows he can handle things himself), and probably bitchfights with Don Paolo some because that mental image is hilarious to me lmao

Post-UF scenario where Desmond helps Bruno with the robots with his technical prowess

and while we’re on that idea, Uncle Randall nerds out over everything robot in St. Mystere because let’s be real he would (Azran 2.0: Electric Boogaloo, But Without The Danger Or Trauma)

That scene when the tower is collapsing and Flora almost falls and Hershel catches her. Level-5 how could you completely accidentally and unintentionally create something so utterly painful out of such a small moment; I lie awake at night thinking about this!! :)))

Also Hershel yelling to Luke in that scene “I HAVE AN IDEYAHHH!” with his accent going off the rails on “idea” is an underrated iconic moment

Am I the only one who got the quiz question about Chelmey’s favorite food wrong because the answer was cakes something, and whatever the newspaper said it was was definitely not what I’d consider a cake

I love the implication that Pavel(?) is the only person in St Mystere besides Hershel, Luke, Don Paolo, Flora and Bruno who’s not a robot, and he just somehow ended up there by unknown means while trying to get to America??? and then somehow ends up on a high floor of the LOCKED tower, and still has no idea where tf he is. what a madlad

I never liked Luke’s squeaky UK voice, but I’m realizing his US one isn’t much better... and Flora’s voice in the new epilogue cutscene with the same voice actress years later is oof. why do the PL games just. reuse the same vas constantly for different characters. It’s obviously a thing in anime and games, but it’s especially noticeable in this series imo

fuck those puzzles with troll-y answers. also fuck that one with the chocolate bar and the coded letters with the bite marks

Matthew is probably one of my favorite npcs now; he’s just adorable <333 his little arms waggin’

Gordon needs to get a life

Pauly why are you the way that you are

“I’m not a detective”, Hershel continually says, as he unveils ridiculous plots that no one could have thought up in their wildest dreams, while gathering everyone together and pointing out the culprits dramatically, Agatha Christie style

I was tapping around for the exact pixel on painting Flora’s neck because it was ridiculously precise on the mobile version, and I never knew that if you tap her chest area, Hershel scolds Luke for not being a gentleman I-

Luke’s chubby head in the anime cutscenes sure is something... so glad it didn’t last. along with the front-facing Hershel sprite.

The ferris wheel attack is so great, I never really appreciated it before. The music, and the rain at the end with the rainbow 👌

We needed more of Hershel constructing things from random objects he finds lying around; iirc the only other time he does it is in Eternal Diva, though I guess the slot machine gun in UF counts too

I solved every slider puzzle in this game without a walkthrough, even the bonus ones. I do not expect this to last in the next games.

Overall I like Curious Village, though it remains one of my least favorites; there’s nothing wrong with it, and it was the very first so I’m not surprised it’s not very complex, with the mechanics and style still not fleshed out yet, but it doesn’t really hit me with The Feels™ as the best ones do, so it’s just okay. it started this wild ride of complete emotional devastation off, so I can appreciate it for that at least.

#professor layton #professor layton spoilers #watch me come back and edit this games later once i realize/remember more things about the series #'AND ANOTHER THING-'

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Crossbow Love - Chapter Seven - The Run

The work was created, through collaboration with @bladeroseocrp https://www.wattpad.com/user/BladeRose_18

When Daryl wakes in the morning, his body is pressed against her back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stiffening. He doesn't recall falling asleep this way. Blade slept still unmoving and had no nightmares, not bothered by him holding her close. Daryl moves away from her gently so as not to wake her. He grabs his shirt off the rack and his pants and heads to the bathroom to deal with the morning drags of herself and take a shower. Blade slowly wakes up and stretches and feels that the bed is empty. She sits up and looks around for Daryl. She gets out of bed and goes upstairs hearing the shower. Daryl has rested his hand on the tiles in the shower, his hand working on himself, aiming to release it. Blade starts making breakfast and makes eggs and some bacon. She wants to make sure they eat and have energy for the run today.

Daryl comes in with a groan, leans his head against the tiles, and stares at the tub for a moment. When he goes in there, he always feels like trash, always ashamed of what he did. After getting out of the water, he wipes himself dry and gets dressed. Blade continues to cook the food once the food is made, she made herself a plate and him a plate. She realizes she left her flannel downstairs but she might as well show her skin and not hide anymore. Daryl walks downstairs and into the kitchen, his hair still damp. Blade looks at him and smiles at how handsome he is, placing his plate on the counter. "Well, good morning Daryl. How did you sleep?" She asks, staring at him, stands at the counter and starts eating. "Surprisingly well, I haven't slept like this in a long time, how about you?" He asks, smiling slightly and gets down to his breakfast. Outside the window the sun is just starting to rise, orange rays lighting up the sky. Blade smiles and nods.

"I slept well, no nightmares, just a restful sleep. We'll have to share a room if we both need a good night's sleep." She says giggling and eats more. She looks outside as the light of the rising sun illuminates her face. "You’re already pushing yourself into my bed, huh?" He snaps out laughing under his breath.Blade blushes and hides her face "Or you could have nightmares and not sleep well. And yes, I know you cuddled with me, Dixon." She says smiling at him "I'm not the cuddling type," He snorts under his breath and finishes his breakfast, "I don't know what you're talking about," He says as the corner of his mouth twists into a smirk, Blade smiles and finishes her food as well and walks over to him and runs her hand over his shoulders as she walks by going upstairs to change. Daryl shakes his head and cleans up after breakfast and then gets ready to run. He takes his backpack, crossbow, and knives behind him. He slips his winged vest over his shoulders. "I'm going outside," He shouts through the house on his way out. Blade smiles and shakes his head. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute." She says getting dressed for the run..

Daryl brings his motorcycle out of the garages, strapping his crossbow and arrows to it. He gets it ready to ride, the people in Alexandria wake up, he is approached by Denise who smiles wryly. Blade goes downstairs, grabs his knives and crossbow, and leaves the house walking towards Daryl. She feels as she walks in slow motion, walking towards him feeling happy and confident. Daryl looks at you and smiles slightly watching you from behind his hair and barely registering what Denise is saying to him. Blade smiles and blushes and is not about to hide her scars anymore. She walks over to Daryl and smiles. "Are you ready to go?" She asks him. "Yeah," He mutters, "But Denise wants to come with us." He says as looking meaningfully at Blade, almost begging her not to. Blade looks at her, then back at him. "It's up to you, Daryl, but we both know we need to watch out for her and each other," She says. "Denise, you know very well that is not wise, you have never been outside the walls of Alexandria" Daryl frowns at her.

Blade looks at her. "And you are our only doctor, if anything happens to you we will be very sorry" She says "We will bring you everything on your list, but we are going alone. Maybe next time." Daryl gets on his motorcycle. "You're riding yours?" He looks at Blade. Blade smiles softly and walks over to his motorcycle with Daryl and smiles at him as she gets on his bike behind him. "Might as well ride with you." She says smiling, having her hands on his shoulder. "Apparently you are really pushing your way into my bed" He moves his eyebrows significantly and smiles.

He starts the motorcycle and rides off towards the gate. Blade pokes him, laughing, and rolls his eyes, she embraces him round the waist, looks around, and smiles, laying her head on his back. The gate is opened by a man and he lets them out, Daryl turns on his motorcycle and kicks forward. He feels the wind in his hair and smiles under his breath as he feels her arms around his waist. Blade smiles, looking up, and holds her arms around him, but tilts her head back, feeling the wind in her hair and on her face. Daryl dodges dead on, not bothering to reduce his speed. Blade smiles and laughs, leaning back completely, keeping her balance, and raising her arms to the sky. Daryl looks over his shoulder at her and smiles, shaking his head. Blade smiles and sits back and kisses his cheek and blushes and giggles laying her head back on his back and wraps her arms tightly around him. Daryl pats her hand, an hour later he stops the motorcycle on the outskirts of town. He puts his feet firmly on the ground and turns off the engine.

"We'll continue on foot, we can't risk the noise. Blade smiles and gets off with him, nodding. "Good idea." She says, wondering if his group how they handled other groups. Daryl pushes the motorcycle between the trees and covers it with branches, then picks up his crossbow, arrows, and backpack. "We have a specific list of what we need to find." Blade nods, having her crossbow on her back and knives at her belt. They head into town to find medicine and other items on the list, as well as whatever they find useful and fitting for the motorcycle.

Blade looks at him and sighs "Daryl I was wondering has your group come across other groups?" She asks. "Alexandria works or at least tries to work with the Kingdom and the Hilltop" He marches ahead looking around "But there are also people to fear and stay away from." Blade nods and stays close, looking around as they go. "Have you dealt with violent groups before?" She asks Daryl tenses at her question. "With organized groups no, but with a few people who decided to have fun at my expense yes." Blade stops, notices his behavior and crinkle his brow. "Daryl please tell me what happened to you and your group before Alexandria?" She asks. "Before Alexandria, many bad things happened to my group" He continues walking ahead "Fucking Terminus, fucking crusaders," He says.

Blade nods walking with him listening. "I want to make sure what happened, it seems like everything was bad before." She says "It was very bad in the beginning Blade, we lost a lot of people, we were fighting for our lives. More than once we were separated, but we always found each other somehow. We always came back together in one number or another, but always." He says.

Blade nods and grabs his hand and holds it "I’m sorry you have been through a lot and lost people along the way. But I'm glad you and your group stuck together." She says "I did everything I could to make them stick, to find them, and to avenge them." He says. Blade holds his hand tightly and puts her arm around his shoulder "I know, Daryl. But what you can do now is stay strong and keep fighting." She says.

Daryl stops, turns to face her, and just hugs her. Thoughts of dead people run through his head. Amy, Jim, Jacqui, Sophia, Shane, T-Dog, Lori, Merle, Andrea, Hershel, Beth, Tyreese, and Noah. "I'm holding you to your word." He whispers into her hair, pressing his face against it. He misses Beth, her joyful laughter. Blade smiles softly and giggles. "As long as I have you there to protect me, there's no way I'm leaving you." She says blushing as she hears his heartbeat. "Thanks, Blade." He says kissing her lightly in the hair. "Let's go get what we're looking for," He says.

Blade smiles and blushes as she moves away from him and starts walking towards the nearest building from them. "Blade you can't go into the same rage as when you killed in front of Alexandria, you can't be threatening. Do you understand? " He asks, grabbing her hand. Blade looks down at our hands and smiles, looking back up at him: "Yes, I understand, don't worry Daryl, I'm sneaky and calm when I go on runs." She says. He raises his eyebrows high and tilts his head slightly, as if not quite believing her. He intertwined his hand with hers. "I want to keep an eye on you at all times, so don't leave unless I tell you to run." He says.

Blade smiles and nods. "I know Daryl. You will see and believe that I am calm and sneaky during this run. I’m fast too. I'm in and out of every store. But I know it is different because I’m in a group and not alone. But Daryl I can handle myself if I get in trouble I will yell for you." She says smiling at him, she kisses his cheek and walks to the entrance, she holds her crossbow and knocks loudly on the door, waiting for any sign of walkers inside.

Daryl watches her from the sidelines and lets her prove herself, he wants to give her a chance to reveal her skills. He leans against the glass and crosses his arms over his chest. Blade doesn't hear any walkers at first, when she opens the door she hears a few and slowly walks in with her crossbow at the ready. When one of the walkers is in her line of sight, she shoots it in the head and quickly pulls out her knife to kill the next one. With the heel of her boot, she stomps on the walker crawling towards her. She looks at Daryl and smiles. Daryl smiles slightly and nods approvingly. He walks inside, looks around, and notices a pharmacy at the end. "I'll go get the drugs, and you find the rest." He says tearing the list in half and hands it to her.

Blade grabs the list and starts looking for the things on it, and puts what she finds into her backpack. While doing so she is careful not to run into walkers. Daryl opens the security gate of the pharmacy and goes inside. He throws everything on the list into his backpack and anything else he finds that might be useful to him. Blade walks up to the counter and looks around some more and sees a bracelet and smiles thinking of Daryl so she grabs the bracelet to give him later when they are safe. She grabs more things that might be useful and puts them in her bag. "I have everything. Do you?" Daryl asks looking through the shelves. Blade smiles and looks at him: "Yes, I have." She says while holding the bracelet she found for him in her back pocket.

Daryl throws some flannels in his backpack for the very end and leaves the store. The town looks unusually quiet and peaceful. Blade exits the store and puts her crossbow on her back, keeping her knife out for safety. "Let's go back, I don't like it here,"He says. Blade looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I need more clothes that are more my style, I don't like the bright, colorful, flowery clothes we have at home." She says Daryl looks at her. "I hadn't noticed that you don't like flowers." He laughs.

Blade smiles and giggles: "I like flowers, but not on clothes. I love roses though they are my favorite flower." She says start walking to another store. "Well, move along, Rose, I don't have all day." He says heading to the store across the street. Blade looks at him sharply and shakes her head. She sees a store with dark clothing and leather. She enters the store carefree, her crossbow in her hands. Daryl crinkles his eyebrows, comes up behind her, and grabs her arm. "What is this?" He asks

Blade looks at him and shakes off his arm and walks over to the leather vest and sees angel wings on them just like Daryl and gets the biggest smile. Daryl rolls his eyes and takes the opportunity to look around the store since he's already here anyway. Maybe he can find some clothes for Judith. Blade grabs a leather vest and grabs some dark flannels and some skinny jeans. "Don't judge me on what clothes I like, plus I either get my own vest or steal yours," She says with a giggle. "It's my brother's vest." He growls under his breath and walks off into the depths of the store. Blade looks over, wrinkles his brow, and looks down. "Sorry." She says as she finishes grabbing the clothes and putting them in her backpack.

She walked outside alone and went to another store. Daryl took a deep breath and stared at the sweatshirt he held in his hand. It doesn’t take much to quickly bring out extreme emotions in him, from happiness and joy to uncontrollable anger. Blade went into another store to give Daryl space, she doesn't want to disturb him or upset him more. She walks into the store and starts looking for more supplies. Daryl takes notice of the voices coming from the street, wrinkles his eyebrows, and walks to the door leaning his head out. Blade hears the voices and quickly hides so as not to be conspicuous, but to where she can see the entrance from. Daryl is kneeling by the window and looks out through it, a blond man is standing in the middle of the road facing Daryl's building. "Dwight," He growls to himself. Three others are standing next to him, he knows two of them won't make it.

Blade sees a man with a half-burned face and he is holding a knife in his hand, she might be able to get at least the other men, but she is not sure about the man with the burned face. "I'm telling you I saw him here," Dwight growled at the man with the gray hair and mustache. "You got it all wrong again!" He groaned another "You've been looking for that guy with the fucking wings for months and nothing, let it go.” One of the men said. Blade hears what they are saying and thinking about Daryl and growled quietly, hoping Daryl wouldn't do anything stupid to get caught or hurt. "Oh, Daryl please be careful." She says quietly to herself.

Daryl tries to find a way out of the situation despite seeing Dwight's rage, but he has to contain himself for Blade. Blade remains calm, not knowing what these people are capable of, but wants to sneak back to Daryl. Daryl searches the store but finds nothing, he heads back to the exit and leans in slightly. The men move forward analyzing their surroundings. Blade slowly walks towards the entrance, seeing where the men are she can sneak up behind one of them and kill him. Daryl looks around more carefully and sees Blade in the doorway hiding in the shadows. He wrinkled his brow, seeing the concentration on her face. Blade looks at one of the men, pulls out a knife, and slowly walks out of the shadows. She knows how to kill a man in 5 seconds. Daryl straightens up and looks at her to have a few seconds to react. "Here I am" He walks out of the store "I'm here alone" He raises his hands in the air.

Blade looks and gasps and shakes her head. "No, no Daryl please no." She says softly standing and walks out of the store. "I'm alone Dwight." He looks at Blade, but she has to move her body to cover the entrance to the skip where Blade is and prays in his heart that for once she will remain unnoticed and calm. Blade looks at him and growls, getting a little angry and holding her knife tightly in her hand. She doesn't want to lose or get Daryl hurt or killed. So she stays calm and slowly creeps into the small alleyway to stay alert as she worries about Daryl. Dwight grins from ear to ear. "I've been looking for you." He walks closer. "I'm here, you found me. You can have your revenge." He says

Blade looks at him confused, not knowing what he's talking about, she aims her crossbow at the guy standing in front of Daryl. "If you went out here alone, then you wouldn't have revelieved yourself so you’re protecting someone." He looked around. Blade growled, grabbed the crossbow, and aimed it at his head, intending to pull the trigger. "Boys check the area, there must be someone important here with him." Dwight laughed and his friends scattered around the area. Dwight grabbed Daryl tightly by the arm first taking his crossbow and knives "And we go for a walk.” He says.

Blade growls and looks over, she wants to help Daryl, she wants to be able to get to him without being noticed, but she has never been around four men, she was lucky enough to kill and deal with two men at the beginning of the apocalypse after killing her parents. Dwight drags Daryl to one of the cars, punches him hard, and punches him in the stomach. Again and again, Daryl doesn't fight back, he can't. He doesn't want to, in his mind he was just making sure they didn't find Blade, that she was safe. Blade sees what's happening and quickly sneaks up to the car and hides behind the corner of the car and has her crossbow and slowly approaches the man who has his back to her and she puts the crossbow to his head and looks at him.

"One sudden moment and this arrow will pierce your head." She growls and holds the crossbow straight at his head. "Blade no" Daryl groans on the ground "You were supposed to leave." Dwight laughs out loud "There's our little friend, you think I'm scared of you?" He asks. Blade looked at him and growled "You should be scared. Leave him alone. No one is going to hurt me or anyone I care about." She said, pulling out her gun and pointing it at him. "Well, birdie," a voice behind her called back. The cold blade pressed against her throat, Daryl tried to pick himself up off the ground and help her.

Blade growled and felt the blade, but didn't pull away and stayed put. "What the hell do you want from Daryl, what do you want from us?" She asks him, looking at the man in front of her and then at Daryl. "We don't want anything from you" Dwight grins from ear to ear. "You're a bonus, so to speak, "Dwight says "I helped you, you prick." Daryl gets up from his knees "I saved you and your fucking wife and you fucking robbed me. And now you dare take revenge on me for what?" Daryl questions in anger. Blade looks at Daryl and then at Dwight and glares, then grabs the man with the knife arm and twists it behind his back, and points her gun at his head. "I will kill you all if you don't let us go. I can kill a man in five seconds." She growls and twists the man's arm more about to break it. Daryl leaned against the hood of the car and wiped his face clean of blood, Dwight put the knife to his throat. "Decide who's more important, the one Negan's man can replace with another, or the Dixon you love?" Dwight asks. Blade looks at him, gasps and growls then lets go of the man and puts her hands up. "Don't hurt him, please." She says trying to stay strong and not cry.

"Wise," He says smiling and pulls out a knife and crossbow. One of the men walks up to them and speaks. "Negan is telling us to go back, we have to do this." He breathes. "I'll find you Dixon and then I'll gut you" He growls in his ear Dwight and pats him on the back. Hard and painful. "Sleep with your eyes open" The man slaps Blade on the head to make sure she doesn't attack them as they drive away. Blade falls to the ground and is disoriented and clutching her head. growling and moaning in pain. Daryl gathers all his strength to approach her and falls to his knees beside her. "Blade," He says as he touches her head.

Blade looks at him, stares into his eyes, and touches his face. "Daryl, are you okay?" She asks. She has to ask him about who the hell these men were and who the hell Negan was. "Yeah, I'm fine, but what about you?" He asks. Blade smiles slightly and nods. "I’m okay. Who the hell were those people?" She asks as he slowly gets up and gets a little dizzy and puts his hand on the car next to them. "Hey." She says it helps him stay on his feet despite the pain he himself is feeling from the beating "We can't go home, they might follow us." He says.

Blade looks at him and breathes heavily slightly. "Daryl, who the hell was that? You told me about some groups, but you never told me about them. That guy looked like he knew you. And who the hell is Negan!" She asks and gets irritated knowing that she wants to kill the men for hurting them. "Calm down, please," He staggers, walking away from the car, "I once saved Dwight, his wife, and sister. They returned the favor by robbing me, trying to kill me. They ended up shooting me, I was able to go home to my group. But the next time I met him, I beat him severely. Well, he just got pissed off. I don't know that dickhead Negan." He explains. Blade looks at him and quickly walks over to him, embraces him, and holds him close. "I'm glad they didn't kill us, I didn't want to leave you to die with them," She says. "You should get as far away from here as possible, it never affected you." He shook his head "You shouldn't get hurt," Daryl says. Blade shook her head and grabbed his hand. "I would rather sacrifice myself to be hurt or killed than you Daryl Dixon." She says helping him walk towards the motorcycle. "No," He shakes his head, "I can't go." He sits down.

Blade looks at him and crouches down next to him. "Daryl, we need to at least get out of sight, like go into the woods." She says, looking worried. "I need to rest for a while, just a while." He closes her eyes. Blade looks at him, holds his hands, puts her hand on his cheek, and puts her forehead against his. "I will protect you and I will sacrifice myself to protect you," She says. Daryl hears her words but doesn't have the strength to answer her, he just squeezes her hand. Fucking Dwight, if he gets the chance he'll kill him with his bare hands. "Go get the backpacks, we need to get them." He says.

Blade nods and goes to get the backpacks, she quickly returns and sees that he is weak and she is so worried. Upon returning in front of him she puts her hands on his cheeks. "Daryl, I need to check your wound." She says staring into his eyes. "I'm fine, I promise." He opens his eyes and looks at her "it's just a beating, nothing more. It doesn't even hurt that much." He says. Blade looks at him with a raised eyebrow "Alright then Mr. Tough guy get up and walk on your own." She says putting her hands on her hips as she stands up. "Such a smartass" He grabs the motorcycle and rises to his feet leaning against it "You see," He says. Blade smiles and pokes him lightly "Stand up unsupported, smartass." She says crossing her arms "Woman" He groans.

Blade smiles and blushes slightly thinking about what he wants to say. ‘No, but you can give me a kiss.’ That’s what she's thinking and wants to say, but she says it. "I’m just kidding with you, look , we need to not be out in the open like this, we need to go into the woods." She says standing in front of him grabbing his hand. "Take my motorcycle, I'm not leaving it here." He straightens up "I'll get the bags." He says. Blade looks at him and nods, he uncovers the motorcycle and grabs the handlebars, she walks towards the woods. She sees a small cabin. "I see a small cabin, we can stay there." She says walking towards the cabin. "Huh," Daryl grabs his pack, stays on his feet for a moment, and moves after her.

Blade walks towards the cabin, leans her bike against it, and takes a knife out of the boot she had hidden to check for walkers in the cabin. Daryl doesn't have the strength to argue with her, obediently waiting for her to do everything. Blade sees the two walkers, smiles, and pulls out a knife. She has two knives, one in each shoe, throws them in the air, catches them, holds the blades, and throws the knives at their heads. She casually goes to pick up her knives. Daryl goes inside with his backpacks on his shoulders, the cabin is neat, though it smells musty. Blade smiles and looks up at the sky, she giggles, returns to the cabin, and closes the door behind her.

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Fated: Season 4

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: New chapter is here~ Yay~~ Let’s just jump straight into it ^^ Let me know your thoughts on this one~!

Chapter 8

Gloria was sound asleep in her cell, her back to Daryl as she lay on her side, her front side facing the wall on the inner side of the bed. His arm was draped around her waist, spooning her close to him as he slept peacefully by her side. Their slumber was suddenly interrupted by distant screaming and gunshots firing within the prison. Daryl jolts up at the sound, startling Gloria awake at the sudden movement. She rubs her eyes of sleep with the back of her hand then looks to Daryl as he gets up from the bed.

“Get to the infirmary.” Daryl orders her as he picks up his crossbow and bolts out of the cell.

Gloria complies with his words, throwing on her army green jacket and equipping herself with her belt of daggers, she rushes to the infirmary. Seeing that a woman and her daughter are already there waiting for her in tears, Gloria ushers them into the infirmary, sitting them down and checking on them. They had minor scrapes and cuts on their arms and legs but nothing life threatening.

“What happened?” Gloria asks once she’s done patching up the two.

“Walkers...” the woman chokes out.

Her answer earns a baffled look from Gloria. How could walkers get into the prison? They’d cleared out the prison and blocked off any possible entrances, there was no way walkers could break into the walls, at least not without anyone knowing. After making sure the two are fine, she sends them off to the main area to find Rick, telling them that he’ll know what to do. A few more people come to the infirmary, Gloria recognizes them all as residents of Cell Block D. Now knowing that there was somehow a walker attack, she checks them all for bites. Fortunately, she only finds minor injuries, some worse than others but not a single bite. Gloria tells them the same thing she had told the woman with her daughter, to find Rick in the main area. Moments later, Hershel and Caleb meet Gloria at the infirmary.

“Hey, I heard there was a walker attack in Cell Block D.” Gloria states, concern evident in her voice, Hershel and Caleb both nod at her, “how’d they even get in?”

“That’s the thing, they didn’t.” Hershel starts, “one of the kids, Patrick, he died overnight because of a cold and turned.”

Gloria feels the blood drain from her face, “P-Patrick...? I saw him yesterday... he barely had a cold, how could he-”

“This is something that progressed extremely fast, it’s not your fault.” Caleb jumps in before Gloria could finish speaking, “none of us would have been able to see the signs.”

“I just told him to rest and drink lots of water and to see one of us in the morning if he doesn’t feel better...” Gloria slums down in the chair, looking down.

“We would have told him the same thing, Gloria.” Hershel tells her in attempts to comfort her.

Caleb nods, “we wouldn’t have seen his symptoms and think of them as deadly.”

Gloria sighs, her eyes welling up with tears, “I should have just given him antibiotics, then none of this would have happened, he might not have died...”

“Judging by how frail he was and with his immune system, antibiotics might not have done anything for him.” Hershel reminds her.

Accepting that there was nothing that she could have done, she nods and looks up at Hershel and Caleb, “so, what’s Rick’s plan?”

“How are we doing with antibiotics?” Hershel asks, gesturing to the bins, “if anyone else is infected with the cold or whatever it is, we need to be prepared.”

“The last time I checked, we were running low.” Gloria says as she gets up to check the bins where they kept the medicine, then sighs, “we don’t even have enough for even one person if they end up sick.”

Hershel purses his lips in deep thought, “we’re going to hold a council meeting tomorrow. For now, anyone who was in Cell Block D will be going to Cell Block A to be quarantined just in case.”

Gloria frowns at the mention of Cell Block A, “that’s death row...”

Hershel chuckles softly at her, “that’s the same tone Glenn used when Carol mentioned it earlier.”

“Are you sure you two aren’t twins?” Caleb jokes, grinning at her.

Gloria rolls her eyes playfully at him. The two other doctors take their leave as Gloria starts to tidy up the infirmary. As she’s putting back bins in their proper spots, Maggie appears at the door carrying Michonne with Carl beside them. Gloria looks at them and frowns.

“Are you guys okay?” she asks.

“Michonne hurt her ankle.” Maggie tells her as she lets the other woman sit on the patient bed.

“I’m fine.” Michonne grumbles but lets Gloria take a look at her ankle anyway.

She kneels in front of her, gently and carefully moving her ankle to examine how bad the damage is. Gloria takes notice every time Michonne tries not to let show that it hurts. Maggie had left the infirmary, telling the others that she needed to help Glenn and the others with the fence that was caving in from walkers.

“How bad is it?” Carl asks, standing beside Michonne.

“It’s sprained, not too badly though, but you should keep off it for now.” Gloria says, getting up to go to one of the shelves, “I’ll put a compression wrap on it to help it feel better”

Michonne nods as Gloria fishes out a package of compression bandage and goes back over to her. She kneels down again and starts to treat her ankle.

“Just like how you had to keep off your ankle for a month back at the farm?” Carl teases Gloria.

Gloria scoffs, “yes, exactly like that.”

“What happened?” Michonne tilts her head, slightly amused.

“I fell down a hill and sprained my ankle real bad. Daryl found me and took me back to Hershel’s farm.” Gloria squints at Carl, “and that’s where I found out that you got shot.”

Michonne gawks at Carl, “you never told me that.”

“Of course he didn’t, he only tells stories about when he looks cool.” Gloria teases back, earning a giggle from Carl.

“That’s not true! I told Michonne about when you took out that herd in the cabin even though you were really hurt because of Nina.” Carl retorts.

Gloria smirks at that, “thanks for spreading the word about me being a badass.”

Carl rolls his eyes and Michonne laughs, “I was sure Daryl would have killed her for that.”

“I thought so too, but thank God Rick was fast enough to hold both him and Glenn back.” Gloria says, then looks up at Michonne, “did you see her out there, by the way?”

Michonne sighs and shakes her head, “no, I didn’t see anyone out there, no Nina, no Governor, just walkers and trees.”

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That night, Gloria was in her and Daryl’s cell sitting on the bed thinking about everything that happened that day and her mind drifted to her conversation with Michonne and Carl in the infirmary. She had taken off her jacket and was wearing a black tank top, her arms fully revealed to anyone who walked into the cell. Gloria hadn’t really thought about the incident, she just pushed it to the back of her mind since it was over and done with. Her hands wandered to the deep scars on her arms from when Nina had cut her to draw blood as a distraction for the walkers. They were the reason she never left her cell without a jacket or wearing a long sleeved shirt anymore, she needed something to cover up her scars. There wasn’t much she could do about the scar on her chest that always poked through the neck of her shirt, but she hated her scars on her arms. They gave her an insecurity she never felt before, and she wasn’t sure if she hated the feeling of being insecure more or her scars.

Daryl walks into the cell and sits beside her on the bed before letting himself fall back. Gloria glances over at him and smiles softly, subconsciously covering her arms with the blanket.

“Tired?” she asks.

“Exhausted.” he grumbles, his eyes closed, “Rick had to kill the pigs... needed to distract the walkers from breakin’ down the fence.”

Gloria sighs, “poor Carl... he was getting attached to them.”

There’s a silence between them as Daryl takes a long pause, “someone killed Karen and David.”

“W-what?” Gloria stares at him in shock, she knew that David and Karen had caught whatever influenza that killed Patrick and had them in another cell block away from the others, but she never thought anyone would ever think to kill them.

“Tyreese went to give Karen flowers but saw a trail of their blood... then found their bodies burnt to a crisp.” Daryl sighs.

Gloria didn’t know what to say, she could never imagine how Tyreese would be feeling. She wraps the blanket tighter around her arms, as if that would make everything better. Daryl opens his eyes as he notices her silence. He looks at her and sees her all wrapped up in the blanket. He lets out a breath, he never brought it up to her but he noticed how she became very insecure about her arms after her incident with Nina. He hated it. Daryl always saw her as beautiful, flawless, perfect. Even with her scars now, she was still perfect to him, but now those damn scars would prevent her from seeing it herself and that angered him.

Daryl sits up on the bed and moves closer to Gloria, tugging the blanket off her shoulders and wrapping his arm around her lower back, he plants a lingering kiss on the tip of the scar on her upper arm. Gloria looks at him and a small shy smile tugs at her lips. She reaches over to hold his hand that’s resting in his lap. Daryl moves up and kisses her shoulder then leans in, gently kissing her lips.

“Ya okay?” Daryl whispers on her lips.

Gloria nods, caressing his face with her other hand, “yeah, you should rest, you had a long day and there’s a council meeting early tomorrow morning.”

Daryl sighs at her reminder and nods. He shifts to lie down on the bed, pulling Gloria into his arms, causing her to giggle slightly as he holds her close, snuggling her as he drifts off to sleep.

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thewalkingdead-fan101 · 4 years

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In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 5/??

Hey everyone! Part 5 is now here! I hope you all like it :) Thank you all for the support! Warnings- General walking dead stuff, Gore, descriptions of blood, Swearing, death.

After another sleepless night, I found myself being the first of our group to wake up. I walked out of the front door and onto the porch, making sure that the door closed softly behind me. Pulling the sleeves of my sweater down over my hands, I crossed my arms over my chest, looking over the grassy field. I could feel the warmth of the sun slowly creep onto my face as the night faded away, leaving the pink and orange hues of the breathtaking sunrise to illuminate everything in its path. A gentle breeze coursing through the trees, it was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve seen. “It’s real beautiful out here, especially this time of the morning.” I jumped, turning around, seeing Patricia standing in front of the door behind me. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “No, it’s fine, i’m fine.” I softly laughed. “Otis and I, we used to get up this early to watch the sunset, it’s our time together… Well it used to be.” She smiled softly. “Patricia, I’m so sorry for your loss. I have heard Otis was an amazing man.” “He was, he put that boys life above his own, it was the lords plan… This is how it was meant to be.” “He was a hero…” “He always was… Even when no-one else knew it, he was my hero.” She chuckled softly. I looked over to her as she sniffled. “I should get going. I have to collect the eggs.” “I can come with you and help if-“ “Its okay, I will be fine, thank you.” She shook her head. I watched as she left. Taking a few moments to myself, I take in a deep breath and sigh. Looking back over the field I watch as the sunrise finally dissipates. I can hear the others start to wake up inside. The door behind me opened again. “You’re awake already?” Maggie asked. “Hey, yeah. I don’t sleep much anyway.” I smiled “Maybe you should've been a farmer.” She joked

“Maybe I should have.” I laughed. “I heard you last night.” “Pardon?” “The nausea. You aren’t sick are you?” “I’m not sick…” I smiled softly. “I just don’t understand why they call it morning sickness when it hits at any time of the day.” I chuckled. We stood in comfortable silence. “Thank you.” I broke it. She raised her brow at me. “For the hospitality.” “It’s the least can do.” “No, really, thank you.” I smiled. “You’re welcome.” She smiled back at me, shaking her head slightly. “How long have you had the farm?”

“The farm has been passed down in our family for generations.” “Is it something you’ve always wanted? The farm?” “When I was younger it was all I wanted. Then I grew up and went to college, Dad needed help, so I came home.” “Then this all happened?” “Yeah.” “And it has just been you guys?” She nodded. “Sorry to cut the conversation short, I have some work to do.” She smiled “Of course, sorry to take your time.” “It’s okay.” She chuckled before making her way down the front steps. I closed my eyes as a small gust of wind blew against my face. Sighing, I opened my eyes, turning towards the door, entering the house. I softly laughed looking over to where Glenn and T-dog were still asleep sitting on the two seater lounge, heads back, mouths open. “You think we should wake them?” I turned to see Rick staring at the two. “Maybe.” I laughed along with him. Once the soft laughter between the two of us died down I looked back at Rick. “How’s Carl?” I asked “He is still asleep.” “He will be okay. He will be up again before you know it.” I smiled. “You’re right. Thank you.” He turned back towards the door. “Rick?” He looked back at me. “Can we do something for Otis? For Hershel and his people?” “Its a good idea, whatever they need.” I nodded, before softly nudging Glenn’s leg with my foot, doing the same to T-dog. Glenn slightly stirred before going back to sleep, resulting in a more harsh nudge. “Guys. Time to get up.” Both guys opened their eyes and stretched. I walked to the kitchen and seen Hershel sitting at the table, looking as though he was deep in thought. I turned, not wanting to bother him. “You can stay.” “Oh, thank you…” “Take a seat.” I sat across from him and smiled as he looked over me. “The boy is in recovery.” “Thanks to you and your people…” He nodded. “If you need help around the property we can do it, whatever you need let us know and we will pull our weight.” “That won’t be necessary. Thank you.” He stated as he left the kitchen. Once everyone was awake, we made our way outside, with Patricia, Maggie, and Hershel’s youngest daughter Beth long with her boyfriend Jimmy… excluding Rick, Lori and Hershel. We followed them to the tree-line and helped collect stones, placing them into a wheelbarrow. We collected stones for about 15 minutes until I heard a noise in the distance, making the others cease movement. My face broke into a smile as the sound of a motorcycle became more clear. I turned and looked at Shane, Glenn and T-dog. “They’re here.” I smiled T-dog left us and went to retrieve Rick and Lori. We all made our way over to the house and waited for the rest of our group to join us. I watched as the RV, Hyundai and motorcycle drove towards the house, pulling up as the front door opened. Everyone stood looking at one another. “How is he?” Dale broke the silence.

“He'll pull through, thanks to Hershel and his people.” Lori responded.

“And Shane. We'd have lost Carl if not for him.” Rick added. Dale embraced Rick in a hug.

“Thank god. We were so worried.” Carol rushed forward hugging Lori.

“How'd it happen?” Dale asked

“Hunting accident. That's all, just a stupid accident.” Rick spoke. I looked around, checking to see if they had found Sophia. I made eye contact with Andrea, who in return shook her head, knowing who I was looking for.

Andrea hugged me after hugging T-dog. “How have you been feeling?” She whispered. I nodded. “As good as I can be.” I smiled. “I think someone’s waiting for you.” I turn around and see Daryl staring at me. “I’ll talk to you later.” I smiled. “Go.” She softly pushed me. I walked over to him and smiled softly. “Hey…” I sighed. “Hey.” He nodded. I moved forward and wrapped my arms around his middle, resting my head against his chest. After a moment he wrapped his arms around my frame, leaning his chin on top of my head. “We have something we need to finish.” I look up to see Shane watching. I pulled away and grabbed Daryls hand, pulling him along as I made my way back where the stones were.

We all helped Hershel and his people build a memorial for Otis with the collected stones. Standing around the Mound of stones, we watched as Beth placed a stone on the pile. “Blessed be god, father of our lord Jesus christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character; Otis, who gave his life to save a child's, now more than ever, our most precious asset. We thank you, god, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. He died as he lived, in grace. Shane, will you speak for Otis?” Hershel spoke. “I’m not good at it. I'm sorry.” Shane responded. I looked at my brother dumbfounded.

“You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments. Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning…” Patricia cried

“Okay. We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. It was bad. Ankle all swollen up. ‘We've got to save the boy’. See, that's what he said.” He paused, shaking his head. “He gave me his backpack. He shoved me ahead.” He paused again. “‘Run’, he said. He said, ‘I’ll take the rear. I'll cover you’.” “And when I looked back... If not for Otis, I'd have never made it out alive. And that goes for Carl too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death, ever had meaning, It was his.” He finished, placing the last stone on to the pile. Standing between Glenn and Daryl, I watch as Shane walks back to where he stood before. “Thank you for speaking Shane.” Patricia nodded, still softly sobbing. We all stood in a moment of silence before all walking back toward the house.

“No Sophia?” Glenn asked Daryl. “We searched for a few hours last night.” “Wait, we?” I stopped. “Me and Andrea.” He nodded. “Was there any sign of her?” He shook his head. “Who is Sophia?” I turned to see Maggie walking with us. “She is one of our group, she’s Carl’s age... She is missing.” “I’ll ask dad, see if we can help.” She smiled. “Thank you.” She nodded. Maggie left the group and entered the house, to talk to Hershel I’m assuming, Glenn following her inside. I look over to Daryl who is scanning the farm for any threat. “Are you okay?” I ask. “What?” He shook his head. “Are you okay? After last night?” “I’m fine. Why are you asking?” “Because I know that you being out there searching for that little girl, meant that you were out until at least 4am still looking. I know you.” “I’m fine.” He mumbled. I look over the the front door which opened, revealing Hershel and Rick, Daryl and I followed them as they walked toward the Cherokee, Shane and Andrea already standing by. “How long has this girl been lost?” Hershel asked. “This'll be day three.” Rick answered.Maggie joined us, spreading a map over the hood of the car, placing small stones on the top two corners and on the middle bottom. “County survey map. Shows terrain and elevations.” “This is perfect. We can finally get this thing organised. We'll grid the whole area, start searching in teams.” Rick nodded looking at the map. “Not you. Not today. You gave three units of blood. You wouldn't be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out.” Hershel told Rick, pausing to look at my brother. “And your ankle, push it now, you'll be laid up a month, no good to anybody.” He looked at Shane. “Guess it's just me. I'm gonna head back to the creak, work my way from there.” Daryl nodded, heading off. “I can still be useful, I'll drive up to the interstate, see if Sophia wandered back.” Shane stated. “All right, tomorrow then. We'll start doing this right.” Rick nodded. “That means we can't have our people out there with just knives. They need the gun training we've been promising them.” Shane spoke up. “I'd prefer you not carrying guns on my property. We've managed so far without turning this into an army camp.” Hershel shook his head. “All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here...” “Look, we're guests here. This is your property. And we will respect that.” Rick paused looking at Shane as he surrendered his gun onto the map, Shane following. “First things first: set camp, find Sophia.” Rick continued. “I hate to be the one to ask, but somebody's got to. What happens if we find her and she's bit? I think we should all be clear on how we handle that.” Shane asked. “You do what has to be done.” Rick answered. “And her mother? What do you tell her?” Maggie asked. “The truth.” Andrea responded. Shane took his gun from the hood of the car, re-holstering it. “I'll gather and secure all the weapons. Make sure no one's carrying till we're at a practice range off site. I do request one rifleman on lookout. Dale's got experience.” He added. “Our people would feel safer, less inclined to carry a gun.” Rick agreed. Hershel nodded. “Thank you.” Shane walked off. “That stuff you brought, got more antibiotics, bandages, anything like that?” Maggie asked “Just what you've seen.” Andrea replied leaving “We're running short already. I should make a run into town.” “Not the place Shane went?” Rick asked. “No, there's a pharmacy just a mile down the road. I've down it before.” She nodded. “See our man there in the baseball cap? That's Glenn, our go-to-town expert. I'd ask him along just to be cautious.” Hershel thought for a moment, before looking at Maggie and nodding his head in Glenn’s direction, as she started to walk away.

I had been walking around the farm for a little while now, collecting thoughts. Watching Shane and Andrea sitting, cleaning guns on a picnic bench, Shane looking as if he is instructing. I see Maggie talking to Glenn and Dale, I can pretty much see the blush on Glenns face from where I am. I almost rounded the corner, until I heard Rick yell out, making me stop completely. I know that it’s wrong to listen into a conversation, but I couldn’t help it.

“Daryl. You okay on your own?” “I’m better on my own. I'll be back before dark.” He responded. “Hey. We got a base. We can get this search properly organised now.” “You got a point or are we just chatting?” I softly hit his arm with the back of my hand. “My point is it lets you off the hook. You don't owe us anything.” “My other plans fell through.” Daryl stated as he left. I thought for a moment of what that meant. Then it hit me. Daryl was planning on leaving. He and Merle, they were just going to leave. No hesitation… He was never going to stay in the first place.

The door to the house slammed shut as Hershel walked down the front steps. “We could give you more space. Set up over by the barn.” Rick offered. “No, no need for that. Better you stay close to the house. I don't say this easily, Rick. We don't normally take in strangers. I can't have your people thinking this is permanent. Once you find this girl and your boy's fit for travel, I expect you'll move on. We need to be clear on that.” Hershel answered. I watched the older man walk away, Rick just standing with his hands on his waist, looking at the barn before leaving.

Out of the corner of my eye I see T-dog and Dale over at one of the well’s. I slowly make my way over to them. As I arrive T-dog was pumping the water, already mid way through a conversation, smiling at me when he noticed my presence. “-Everyone kicks in, does their part. Am I right? Do your part, don't complain.” He paused, scooping some water out of the pail. “That's what I always-“ The ladle was hit out of his hands.

“I wouldn't drink that if I were you.” Dale warned, looking between the two of us. “What?” I asked “Look at this.” We both followed Dale to the well, it’s planks busted as though something had fallen through, which Dale points into.

“We need to tell Hershel and his people.” Dale stated. “I’ll go get the others.” I turn around to see T-dog running to find the others. It’s snarls and growls grew more loud. The others joined us, standing over the top of the well.

Shane handed Dale a flashlight. He turned it on and directed the light down the well. I look down and see a bloated walker, it’s face swollen with blotchy discoloured skin. “Oh, that’s disgusting.” I say staring at it. “Looks like we've got us a swimmer.” Dale speaks. “Lets get this cover off of it, not that it’s covers much now…” I spoke up, grabbing one side of the wood. “Hey, put that down. You’ll hurt yourself.” Dale scolded, grabbing the otherwise. “He’s right, put it down.” Shane warned me. “But-“ “No buts.” Dale added. I sighed in defeat and put it down. “Its not even that heavy.” I muttered, causing Shane to glare at me. “How long do you think it's been down there?” Glenn asked. “Long enough to grow gills.” Andrea replied. “We can't leave it in there. God knows what it's doing to the water.” Lori spoke up. “We got to get it out.” Shane shook his head. “Easy. Put a bullet in its head. I'll get a rope.” T-dog offered. “Whoa whoa, guys. No.” Maggie responded. “Why not? It's a good plan.” Glenn nodded. “It's a stupid plan. If that thing hasn't contaminated the water yet, blowing its brains out will finish the job.” Andrea spoke. “She's right. Can't risk it.” Shane added. “So it has to come out alive?” T-dog asked. “So to speak.” “How do we do that?” Glenn asked. For a moment we all look at each other, trying to come up with an idea on how to get it out. I watched it, trying to claw the sides of the well to get some sort of sustenance. “Guys.” I paused.

“What? What is it?” Lori asked. “Are you okay?” Glenn asked. “Yeah im fine, I have an idea.” “Well, what is it?” Dale asked. “Food… All they want is food.” “And? We know this. Get to the point.” Shane said crossing his arms. “What if we bait it? Put something on the end of a rope.” “You want to feed it? It’s not a damn pet!” Shane snapped. “I know its not! Let me finish!” I snapped back. The others looked at me. “As I was saying, Bait it, then drop a lasso around it, pull it out.” I finished. “Thats actually a good plan.” Dale nodded. “We just need something to use as bait.” “Leave that to me.” Maggie nodded, running toward the house. I made eye contact with Shane, he made the come here motion. I move around the well, standing next to my brother. “What gave you that idea?” “I don’t know. It just came to me.” “It’s a good idea.” “Thank you.” I watched as Maggie ran from the house back to the well. “Will this work?” She breathed out. “We have to try.” I shrugged. We opened the canned ham, wrapping fishing line and hooks to it. We connected it to the makeshift pole, lowering it toward the walker. The spam just dangled infant of the walker, who was blatantly ignoring it. “He's not going for it.”

“Maybe 'cause a canned ham don't kick and scream when you try to eat it.” T-dog spoke.

“He's right.” Lori paused, kneeling over the well. “There's a reason the dead didn't come back to life. And start raiding our cupboards.” She finished.

“We need live bait.” Andrea stated, looking at Glenn. “I’ll do it.” Glenn slightly nodded. “No I will.” Glenn looked at me and shook his head. “No, its okay. I’ll do it.” He persisted. “It has been decided Glenn is doing it.” Shane stated, glaring at me. “Glenn shouldn’t have to do this.” “(Y/n/n), its okay. I can do it.” Glenn tried to calm me down. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.” I shook my head. It was silent until Glenn finally breathed out.

“Lets get this over and done with.” We set up the rope to make a pulley system, to hold Glenns weight, and when it comes to it, the walkers. I grabbed onto the rope. “Woah, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Please. Let me do this Shane, I know you want to protect me, but let me help.” I paused. “Look, All im going to do is help feed through the rope and pull when I need to.” I finished. Shane looked at me, hands on his hips, head down. “Fine. You can help.” I smiled as he left. I watched as Shane helped Glenn with his makeshift rope harness.

“Have I mentioned that I really like your new haircut? You have a nice shaped head.” Glenn said looking at Shane.

“Don't worry about it, bud. Hey, we're gonna get you out of here in one piece.” He responded.

“Living piece. That living part is important.” He said, taking the rope for the walker, putting it over his arm. Shane got up, walking over to join us, ducking under the rope, grabbing it to help pull. “Nice and slow, please.” Glenn spoke.

“We got you.”

“Oh, you people are crazy.” Maggie shook her head.

“You want to get it out of your well or not?” Shane asked. Not letting go of the rope I slightly turn my head to see Shane, shaking my head when he looked at me.

“Give us an eye there, Maggie.” Dale asked. Glenn looked up at Maggie and she slightly shook her head, watching him slowly ease his way down. She stood above the well And looked down.

“Doing okay?” She asked. “Yup, doing great.” I heard the small echo of Glenns voice.

“Little lower. Little more.” Maggie helped instruct us. We slowly lowered the rope. Something felt wrong… I heard a creak, before the pump fell toward me.

Everyone behind me yelling. Choruses of “Get it!” And “Grab it!” were being called as I kept hold of the rope, which was now slipping.

I could hear Glenns screams, making me fight harder against the rope. The pump flew out of the ground, headed straight towards the well, dragging me with it. Everyones screams were going quiet, the heavy sound of my heart thumping draining out the surrounding sounds. I look up to see everyone with their arms behind T-dog, pulling him. T-dog has hold of me, pulling me away from the well with the others, I look down and realise that I was holding the pump. My legs pushing against the well, pulling the rope as hard as I can. I screamed as I pulled, suddenly hearing the screaming of Glenn and yelling of the group. “Glenn!” I heard Maggie yell. “Pull him up!” I shouted

“Pull him up! Pull him up!” “Get me out of here!” Glenn screamed. “Lets go! Pull!” Shane yelled. “Pull him up!” We were further from the well than I last remember, I see Shane and Lori both standing and pulling the rope up.

Dale pried the pump from my hands and slowly helped me stand up, T-dog helping, pushing me up. I look over to see Shane grabbing Glenn as he jumped out of the well, Glenn making straight for the ground. “Are you okay?” Lori asked I stumbled over, softly patting his back across from her. He panted.

“Back to the drawing board.” Dale sighed. Glenn looked up, shaking his head, standing up.

“Says you.” He handed him the rope, patting his shoulder as he walks past. Dale grabbed the rope, and walked toward the well. We all surrounded it again, only to see the walker caught in the rope. “Okay… Time for a new plan.” Andrea looked at me. I looked over to her. “Really?” I looked around for a moment, before stopping on Maggie. “What?” “We need a horse…” I sighed. She looked at me. “We can use the horse to help lift the walker out of the well.” She nodded, heading for the stables.

“Quick thinking.” T-dog spoke. “What?” “Grabbing the pump cylinder like that, Are you okay?” “Yeah. Im Okay.” I smiled. Maggie brought the horse over, tying the rope to her horses saddle. “Okay. We slowly bring this thing up.” Shane called. I stood with Maggie and her horse, helping calm it. T-dog was directing the speed of the rising walker. “Come on guys! Pull!” He encouraged. We pulled the rope slowly, making sure that the horse was okay. The walkers discoloured face had now risen above the wall of the well. The further the walker came out, the more its stench had spread, its eyes bulging out of its decaying skull.

I moved from my spot at the horse, standing behind Andrea, helping pull the rope.

The walker was caught against the well, proving more difficult to pull.

We pulled again, the rope gave way. The walker’s body had torn in half. Intestines, and bile spilling everywhere as its bottom half fell into the well. My stomach instantly churns as I stare at its upper body writhe on the ground. “We should seal off this well.” Dale nodded. “Yeah, might be a good idea.” Shane answered. “So what do we do about…” Andrea started, until T-dog cut her off, brutally bashing the walkers skull with the ladle.

The sound and smell was unbearable, I felt even more nauseous. “Good thing we didn't do anything stupid like shoot it.” He sneered when he finished.

I shook my head and walked away, making my way toward the house and the to the RV. I ran into Carol at the RV. “What happened to you?” She asked, softly grabbing my arm. “What do you mean?’ I ask, softly shaking my head. She sat me down onto the picnic bench near the RV. “Show me your hands (Y/n).” She said looking at me. “My hands?” I asked. I looked down to see angry red, blistering burns over the palms of my hand. “Oh, I didn’t even realise…” “What happened?” “There was a walker in the well, we tried to remove it…” “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I just didn’t realise that this had happened. It must’ve happened when the pump broke.” “What?” “The pump broke and Glenn almost fell further into the well, I grabbed the rope and fought it as it slipped. I grabbed the pump.” “We need to get this cleaned up, it could get infected if we leave it untreated.” She stood up, making her way inside the RV. She returned with a little bit of gauze and ointment. Carol carefully wiped down my blistering hands, applying ointment to the gauze, wrapping both hands up. “Thank you…” She nodded, pulling me into a hug.

“Carol. You ready to head out?” I look over to see Shane and Andrea waiting by the car. “Ill be right there!” She called out. “Ill see you soon.” I nodded my head, as she smiled softly. She stood up, making her way over to the car. I found my tent and pitched it up with the others. I look over to see Glenn and Maggie already on the main road on their horses. “Hey Lori.” I called. “Yeah honey?” She looked up. “Im going for a walk… ill be back soon.” “Hang on, I’ll come with you.” She stood up. “No, its okay, goto Carl. He needs you… I will be okay.” I smiled. She looked weary. “I won’t go far, ill stay on the property.” “I don’t know…” “Please? I just need some air.” She looked around, then nodded. “What do I tell the others?“ She asked. “That I’ll be back.”

I followed the path around the property, coming across a dam. I sat down along the edge and looked over the water.

It was beautiful, peaceful. It felt as though the world hadn’t turned to shit. The cattle had broken through one of the fences, and were all at the damn, drinking, grazing the grass. Looking to the sky, I see the soft purple glow make its way over the horizon. “Shit.” I muttered under my breath realising that I lost track of time. Standing up, I make my way toward the path. I look across one of the paddocks, seeing the RV on the other side. I slip through the wire, deciding to take the shortcut. I walked through the grass, the sky now settling on the burnt orange and purple tones. I looked over to see Dale waving at me on the top of the RV. I smile and wave back as I walked toward him. Abruptly, I stop, my body hitting the ground underneath me as my foot falls down a hole. “Shit!” I hissed out, sitting up, pulling my foot out of the hole, examining it.

I look up to see a figure rushing toward me. “I’m okay.” I called out, pushing myself off the ground. I take a step forward and buckle slightly, a pair of arms now holding me steady. “I uh, I fell down a rabbit hole.” I chuckled slightly.

I look up, Daryl looking less than impressed. He didn’t say a word, just ushered me to walk back to camp with him. I hobbled slightly behind him. “Any luck on finding Sophia?” He shook his head, now walking faster. I sighed, trying to keep up. Daryl stopped, realising that I wasn’t with him now. “Hurry up.” He snapped “I am going as fast as I can.” I responded sourly. “I’ll meet you there.”I finished. He made his way toward me, lifting me up bridal style. “I can walk.” “Too slow.” He shook his head. Once we arrived to the camp, he sat me down and took off my boot, examining my ankle.

“It’s a little swollen.” “Thank you.” He nodded, walking off grabbing some food and bringing it back for us to share. We sat in silence. “I’m sorry.” He looked at me. “For?” “Your plans falling through.” He looked down, then around to see if any one else could hear us. “You ‘eard that?” “Yeah..” I spoke softly. “I know that You and Merle were moving on… Im sorry that you guys couldn’t.” I finished. “My plans didn’t fall through ‘cause of Merle.” He paused. I looked down at my bandaged hands. “They fell through, ‘cause of you...”

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bckybxrns · 4 years

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New Face - Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: Daryl and the group take in a new member and Daryl seems to take a liking to them.

Word Count: 1715

Warnings: Swearing, age gap

A/N: This is my first AU so it’s probably not the best, but I will be trying my best as this is for practice anyways! Also for the age gap: the reader is over 18 of course!

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Rick, Daryl, Michonne and Glenn were out on a supply run to get more medical supplies for Hershel and baby food for Judith, not expecting to bring home any new company. That was until they made it to a store that was basically ransacked, little to no supplies, and a few walkers they ended up killing..

“Michonne, have you found any yet? Even a little bit?” Rick called out quietly as to not attract the attention of any lingering walkers nearby if there were any, continuing his search in his aisle. “No. This place has been swept clean of all the things we need…” She sighed defeated, “I guess we have to find somewhere else.” Meanwhile Daryl and Glenn were near the back, searching through the pharmacy for anything they needed and anything that seemed useful; stuffing their bags with pills and rubbing alcohol. When Daryl turned the corner, he didn’t expect to see this figure that looked quite beaten up and wearing tattered clothes, cowering in the corner. He immediately could tell they were scared, “Hey I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay, you’re safe.” You looked up at this strange man, watching him put his crossbow down and hold his hand out, seeing this other man come walking over to check what was happening out.

“What happened to you? Why are you alone? Do you have anyone?” You shook your head and took the older man’s hand who helped you get up onto your shaking legs, looking down as you were alone. You lost your camp, your family, your friends. Everything and you had to keep running to survive on your own, running out of food and water. You were tired and weak, wishing you would get some luck in this building only to be surrounded by the walkers which forced you to hide into the pharmacy. “N-No, I don’t h-have anyone anymore. I thought I would finally find some food here, but there’s nothing…” That’s when you got dizzy, letting out a small whimper as they caught you. “Alright, you’re really weak, aren’t you? C’mon.”

They brought you out to the front of the store to these two others who looked at you strangely, listening to the two men who found you explain to them. “They seem very weak and in need of some food. We can’t just leave them here to starve and die.” Everything was getting fuzzy, trying to look around to keep yourself grounded and awake; only to fail as you felt your eyes failing you and getting heavier each passing second - before everything went black.

You had no recollection of how you ended up in what looked like a jail cell, hearing people talking right outside which made you look up to see the man with the vest sitting at a table not far from you, fiddling around with his crossbow. “W-Where am I?” Your voice was quite raspy, begging for water which made the man look at you. “You’re safe at the prison with us. Sorry you can’t come into the cells with us, we just don’t really trust you. But we’ll get you some food and water, alright?” He was speaking so softly to you, which surprised you as he didn’t seem the type to be that chill. But then again; you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. You just nodded and leaned your head back, not trying to sit up as you knew you’d just get light headed.

“What’s yer name?” You heard him set his crossbow onto the table with a slight clunk to the metal, “Y/N. Y-Yours?” You took in a sharp breath, waiting for his voice to fill the silent air. “Daryl. You’ve got... a nice name.” His voice had a bit of a nervous tone in it, making you just lightly chuckle which hurt your empty, aching, stomach. “Sound nervous there. Shouldn’t that be me?” The man you now know as Daryl let out a small quiet snicker, watching him softly nod from the corner of your eye.

You both looked over as you heard the loud metal bar down unlock and open, seeing a man dressed as a sheriff come walking in with a small ration of food, carefully bringing it over to you. “Thank you.” You forced yourself to sit up, taking a moment to regain your balance before taking the food and eating it slowly, enjoying the taste of food hit against your tongue for the first time in what seemed to be forever. “Oh, I missed the taste of food.” The sheriff - or what you assumed to be the sheriff - sat down next to Daryl, beginning to ask you a bunch of questions to which you answered truthfully. Telling him what happened with your last group, your name, all the little important basic stuff. While you were talking, you couldn’t help but feel Daryl’s eyes on you, watching you closely, examining you. When you looked over, you noticed how quick he was to look away before he got up and left, making you question if you did something wrong.

Few months later, you happened to join the group, contributing in helping around the prison to make sure everything was in order and safe. Daryl and you happened to become quite close, bonding any moment you could get, with you starting to worry every time he goes out onto a run. You could tell Daryl started acting a bit different around you, looking at you differently than the first few weeks of getting to know him, seeing how he was more open to you than the others which surprised you. You remembered a conversation with Beth on how she thinks Daryl likes you, but you just laughed it off as a joke. I mean - why would he like you? You two had such a big age gap, you were probably not even his type anyways you thought. Those thoughts hurt you as you could feel yourself slowly starting to fall for him. There was just something about him that drew you to him, the way he was just so patient with you as you were to him, sharing stories you would remember of your past. Although he does refuse to say some, but you still knew some he never told anyone before.

“Hey, Y/N. Wanna go huntin’ with me? We need some more food.” Daryl called out for you who was currently busy helping to clean the guns, making you turn towards the man and give him a look as he knew well you weren’t good with a gun - or any weapon at that except a knife. “Are you sure? You know I’m not good at a gun, or bow, or whatever.” All you got in response was a little hum and a nod towards the door, making you roll your eyes and grab your gun that you never really used and followed him out to one of the trucks. You got into the passenger seat as he was insisting on driving, buckling yourself up just in case before you heard the engine start, and the truck started moving.

When you got out of the truck together, you followed him into the woods where he started to look for any tracks or signs of wildlife he could hunt. “Why do you need me to come with you?” You whispered to him not to attract any walkers, or scare away any nearby animals. “Just cause.” He shrugged before he stopped as he noticed a deer, silently pointing towards it to show you. “You see that deer? You’re going to shoot it.” You looked at him immediately quite confused on why he would make you do it. “Why? Why can’t you? I’m going to miss it and then-” You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close before he handed you the crossbow, which you took hesitantly. You could feel your heart racing inside your chest at how close he was, how he was pressing his body up against yours ever so gently. What you couldn’t feel - or hear - was his heart beating against his own, him taking in a deep breath before he spoke once more.

“Hold it like this, and you look down here to aim. Keep your arms steady now- just like that. Whenever you’re ready, pull the trigger.” His tone was soft, yet nervous as he showed you how to hold it. You took in a deep breath as you placed your finger onto the trigger, waiting for the right moment before you pulled it with a small. You watched the arrow fly past the deer, scaring it off which made you huff and a soft “fuck!”. “Hey, it’s okay, it happens. Need some more practice, that’s all.” He grabbed the crossbow and went off to pull the arrow out of the tree, you following up behind him. “I can’t do anything. I can’t shoot a gun, a crossbow- I’m useless to the group-” That’s when you felt his hands gently cup your face, looking up at him to see how he looked at you, looking at you like his heart had just broken.”No, no you’re not useless, Y/N. You help a lot around the camp, you… you help me.” You couldn’t believe what you heard- that you help him? But why would that be? “What?”

He let out a soft sigh as he shook his head, leaning in as his lips connected to yours. You couldn’t believe what he just did. You couldn’t register it until the moment he pulled away - seeing you stare at him in so much confusion. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you helped me open up to someone like this. Actually make me feel alive, like a human. You make me happy. Now- I understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore, I mean I did just kiss you and I’m just-“ he was interrupted when you just grabbed him by his vest, connecting your lips once more. He was caught by surprise, his hands moving down to your waist as you two enjoyed sharing this amazing moment that you would definitely not forget. “I like you, Y/N.” “I like you too, Daryl.”

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Stay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,497

Summary: The reader has been having recurring nightmares and goes out for a walk to clear her head, but her plans change when she sees Daryl at his spot on the perch. She joins him only to accidentally slip that she has feelings for the man.

Requested by: @leej2468

Prompt Request: 90. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” - The reader (M/F) had another nightmare and walks out of their cell and saw Daryl sitting at his spot on the perch. They say #90 and they sit there with him. They confess that they have feelings for him. Possible fluff ending.

Warnings: mention of death, fluff, the usual walking dead violence, language and such with possible typos. Author’s Note: Another request done! I’m trying to get them done, but I have the tendency to either focus on one and not work on another OR I’ll do a couple at a time and then neglect one and do the other IDK. Anyways, I also have school work that is setting me back along with life stuff in general, so I apologize to those who are waiting for their long-awaited request to be posted or a series of mine to start up again. I know it’s probably been months, but I’m trying and failing OOF. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!

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Gasping for air, you jolted upwards in your bed, trying desperately to collect air into your lungs. Your vision was blurred and your cheeks were wet. Why were they wet? Wiping your flushed cheeks with the back of hand, you came to the realization that you had cried in your sleep. The not so peaceful slumber you were in left you dazed and confused in the bunk that you shared with no one. Having a cell alone didn’t bother you at all; you had your own living space and privacy, somewhere to go for peace and quiet. In this case, you didn’t have to worry about waking up your bunk mate with the sound of your whimpering from all the nightmares you had been experiencing as of late. So that’s a plus.

Once you removed the thin blanket from your frame, you picked up your boots that were placed by your bedpost and slipped them on. Usually you would be against wearing socks to bed, but living in a prison that wasn’t so pristine deserved an exception. Plus anything could happen and you needed to be prepared, which is also why you didn’t need to change out of your clothes. The tight-fitting army green crew neck shirt and brown camo joggers were what you wore to sleep, so you tossed on your bomber jacket and armed yourself before heading out of your cell to get some much needed fresh air.

Pushing aside the white sheet that substituted for the cell bars, you squinted, trying to adjust your puffy eyes to the dark. The moon peeked through the small barred windows that were high on the cinder block walls, slightly illuminating the place, which prevented you from tripping over your own feet and running into the walls. An oil lamp sat on the ledge of the perch where the hunter slept, also helping you guide your way through the prison hall with a subtle yellow glow.

The way you met the group wasn’t the most pleasant memory.

You were driving down the interstate in a black four door car you had hot-wired, going to no particular destination. The incoming herd of the dead made you slam on your brakes and crawl to the backseat floor. Covering yourself with a blanket, you tightly gripped your knife… you weren’t taking any chances. When the walkers had passed, you climbed back into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive until you couldn’t anymore due to the hundreds of cars that blocked the lanes.

You had gotten out of the car and decided to search the vehicles for any supplies because you were running low on food and could use a set of clean clothes since the ones you wore were covered in blood and guts. A car stood out among all the rest, making you quirk a brow. Water and food were neatly displayed on the hood while the words ‘SOPHIA STAY HERE. WE WILL COME EVERYDAY’ were written on the windshield. Who was Sophia? What happened to her? And who wrote the message?

Based on the message and the supplies that were left, you concluded that the people cared about that person (obviously) and wouldn’t harm you (hopefully), so you decided to stay and wait for them to show up. They came there everyday and you were all alone with no plan on where to go next, so why not try your chances? You just hoped that you wouldn’t regret your decision.

Shane, Andrea, and Carol had showed up the next day and pointed guns at you, demanding to know who you were and what you wanted. After much deliberation that you weren’t a threat, just someone who wanted to survive like the rest of them, they ultimately- well Shane ultimately decided to bring you back to the farm. Andrea and Carol were not big fans of letting you join their group and you understood that, you wouldn’t trust a complete stranger either.

After you met the rest of their people, everyone including Andrea and Carol started warming up to you. They started engaging in a conversation with you, asking about your old life and not prying when you were uncomfortable sharing some information. The one person you did confide in was Daryl. Meeting the archer wasn’t the most ideal moment either considering he was covered in mud and blood, had an arrow in his side, and was grazed with a bullet on the side of his head. When he didn’t look like a full on walker, you were instantly attracted to him and found yourself trying to talk to him. At first he wouldn’t budge, which you didn’t take to heart since you were new and all. Over time though, you caught him staring and you would smile, getting a half-smile in return before he walked off, making yours fall quickly.

The night that Rick, Glenn and Hershel came back with a dude named Randall was when Daryl took you by surprise. He had trekked down the farm house’s steps that you occupied and told you that if you ever needed to talk to someone, he would be there. “You’re apart of the group now.” He had said with a shy smile before joining Rick and Shane in whatever they were going to do with the hostage you guys had. Ever since then, you and Daryl had been close and your feelings for him grew more each day.

Speaking of your feelings for the man, he sat on the stairs leading up to his spot on the perch, causing you to discard the plan of going outside. “Whatcha doin’ up?” His voice was gravelly, sending shivers down your spine and you were grateful that it was still dark out.

“I can’t sleep. Can I stay here?” He nodded and slid over while chewing on his bottom lip, causing you to grin as you quietly padded up the steps to join his side. “I was gonna get some fresh air, but this is much better,” you absentmindedly brought up, getting yourself situated. The space you had was nonexistent, leaving you very close to the redneck, but you didn’t mind… not unless he did. Daryl wasn’t too keen on contact, so him tensing up at your touch never offended you. He explained what his childhood was like and you didn’t think any less of him, you understood. “This okay?”

Daryl nodded once more before silence swallowed the room, making you stare outside the distant window at the moon. Normally the quietness would drive you insane, but with him by your side, it did the complete opposite.

“Wanna talk ‘bout it?” Daryl softly questioned, breaking your thoughts. You shrugged and brought your head down, picking your fingers as you contemplated on whether or not to burden him. Before you could back out, you remembered something he once said to you.

“I had a nightmare. I have been having them for quite a while actually,” you solemnly chuckled, earning him to ask why you never told him. You shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought they would go away, ya know? Everything’s kinda better now,” you motioned your hands around, referring to the shelter you now had.

“That don’ mean ya can’t have ‘em.”

“Well, yeah. I just wished they would go away since we’re good right now, but after tonight, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case,” you sadly sighed. “It’s always about me being alone again, me dying alone, or watching you die. And yeah it sucks- it totally sucks for me to be alone and even worse to die alone, but you- I can’t lose you. What you said to me, back at the farm? About how I was apart of the group really meant a lot to me- you mean a lot to me. Well, you mean everything to me and I love you, so I really need these nightmares to stop ‘cause the thought of never seeing you again is driving me insane and-” You stopped rambling, eyes growing wide at what you had just confessed and even though your heart screamed at you not to break it, your mind desperately wanted to know what his face morphed into.

Daryl seemed stunned which is what you’d expect, the other would be running away and ignoring you. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were staring back at you in bewilderment, and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad one.

“Daryl, I’m so… I’m so sorry I dumped that all on you. I didn’t mean- I wasn’t thinking,” you apologized, abruptly standing up and wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. “Oh my god. Uh- I’m just gonna go on that walk now,” you pointed ahead with your index finger, not wanting to stay and hear his rejection.

Before you could make your way down the steps, a calloused hand wrapped around your wrist and a soft broken whisper followed.

“Stay.”

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Mantra - Daryl Dixon

A/N: Was thinking about this song from VBS the other day. I’m 28 years old and consider myself agnostic but there’s something about this that makes me feel calm and grounded and safe. It’s a song based on the ninth verse of Joshua, chapter 1. Be strong and of good courage, do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your god is with you wherever you go.

Takes place after the prison.

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“...wherever you go.”

“What?” Daryl turned around, raising his crossbow just enough that it wasn’t aiming right at you.

Your eyes went wide, realizing you’re inner repetitive monologue hadn’t just been in your head. “What?” You repeated him.

“Ya said something.”

“No.” You shook your head. “Nothing.”

He squinted at you, trying to decide if you were lying or not and then turned away, beginning to walk ahead of you again. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to the outside, you’d done your fair share of time on the road and had outrun enough hoards of walkers that you were a seasoned professional at this point. So it wasn’t that at all. It was just the uneasy feeling that was sinking into your gut as you walked through the brush with Daryl. That same feeling you used to get when you were a little kid and you lost your mom in the grocery store or the mall. Though this time there was no magical made-up psychic-synergy to point the way to her, only a rather disgruntled redneck who was two seconds from calling it quits and setting up camp. There might not even be anybody to find.

Daryl’s pace slowed again as he heard the same mumbling as before. You were humming something just low enough that he couldn’t make out the words. He thought about asking you again but it was clear that whatever you were saying he wasn’t supposed to hear so he continued to walk through the woods, ears alert for any sounds of walkers in the distance or possible food. Neither of you had eaten since he’d grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the prison. You hadn’t mentioned food but he’d heard your stomach groan in protest of hunger just a couple minutes before.

“We’ll set up camp soon.” He spoke over his shoulder, not looking back at you. His mind was elsewhere. Were there any other survivors? And if so how were they supposed to find each other? What if he was stuck with you for the rest of his time alive and you never found anyone else? It wasn’t that he didn’t like you it was just that you were quieter, more than him, and it made him uneasy. That you had no clear skill in any type of survival setting whatsoever. And you were still humming. “Would you stop that?”

“Sorry?” You asked, stopping on the trail.

“Stop humming. I can’t concentrate.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you could hear that.” You apologized, face getting warm from embarrassment.

Both of you resumed walking, your focus straying from Rick and Michonne and Carl and the others to whether or not Daryl could hear you singing to yourself. You didn’t need any further embarrassment and you definitely didn’t want to come off like a scared child when you were in the middle of the woods with Daryl Dixon. He already thought you were incompetent, thinking you were immature would only add insult to injury and you weren’t keen on admitting it but you had a crush on the hunter. A miniscule one, so you would like to say, but how was it that fate had so orchestrated pairing the two of you? Yeah, Hershel died and you were incredibly sad but also, couldn’t it have been Glenn or Maggie who pulled you away from the prison? Why Daryl?

He stopped a ways from a country club that had newspapers obscuring the windows, talking about finding shelter there for the time being, a regroup to figure out exactly what the next step would be now that the two of you were alone together. Despite the amount of times Daryl had told Rick that he wasn’t a leader he most certainly was. He’d taken immediate responsibility for both of your lives and had pushed aside any feelings of distress, sadness, or fear to take up the mantle of caring for your safety. It was admirable, and you’d have been more grateful, more proactive in helping him, if you weren’t still shaking like a leaf. Your mind was running off, cloudy with thoughts you hadn’t allowed yourself to process and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling eight years old again, cowering beneath a fruit stand at the Shop ‘N’ Bag as you quietly sang yourself into calmness and imagined a life without your mother. She found you less than ten minutes after and the only difference now was that Rick and Michonne were not going to find you. It was more likely that you would find them, decaying and hungry in the forest.

“Are ya even listenin’?” Daryl’s sharp tone cut through your fog once more and you looked his way, realizing you had been staring off at the golf course.

“Sorry.”

“Quit apologizin’. Pay attention,” he replied, beginning to make his way toward the country club, “and keep up.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The dining area was deemed secure enough for the both of you to stay there, at least for the night, and after removing the dead bodies left rotting on the floor you made yourself an area to lay down. There were some emergency blankets that had been left untouched and you made a bed for yourself and Daryl, humming subconsciously as you did. Daryl was lighting a fire when he heard the quiet humming start up again, the slip of a word every now and then. The first time he had ever heard it had been long before today, when you first met him. After he and Glenn found you in the woods, he’d heard the quiet murmur of indistinct words. Sometimes he had heard them in the prison, as you were doing chores and he tried, more than once, to listen long enough to distinguish some phrase. He wasn’t too familiar with most music but yours felt more obscure than anything else he’d ever heard. Like a foreign language he couldn’t interpret.

“Yer humming again.” He wasn’t sure what else to do but feel annoyed whenever he heard it.

“Sorry.” You seemed only apologetic that he had heard you.

“What is it anyway?”

“What?”

“The song yer humming. What is it?” He asked, half expecting some country pop song from the radio’s top 40 hits.

“It’s nothing.” You suddenly looked sheepish, embarrassed even. Maybe it wasn’t something popular from before. Maybe it was something more personal.

“Ain’t nothing if ya keep humming it nonstop.”

“Just something my mom used to sing to me.” You didn’t talk about family. Neither did Daryl, of course, but you seemed especially closed to the idea of sharing any pieces of who you had been with who you were now.

“Like a lullaby or something?” He asked, not sure what had him still pursuing the subject.

“It’s um,” You picked at the blanket you were sitting on, watching him add a stack of hundreds he had swiped to the growing fire, “it’s a bible school song.”

“Bible school?” He snorted. That was definitely something Daryl had never done before.

“Yeah...um, it’s. It goes...’be strong and courageous, do not be terrified, do not be discouraged, for the lord your god is with you wherever you go’.” You sounded awkward singing it, embarrassment making you stutter over a few of the words. “My mom used to sing it every time something was tough...made me feel better.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Daryl commented, a different sort of expression on his face. Not so annoyed, softer than before.

He would stay up for the first few hours, keeping watch while you took the first round of sleep. Before you could even consider trying to close your eyes, just as your head hit the pillow he looked over at you, partially illuminated from the fire that was still heating the small space around the two of you.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” You looked over, squinting just slightly in the dim lighting to better meet his eyes.

“How’s that song go?” He asked.

You smiled, beginning to recite the mantra of a song for him, voice hardly a whisper.

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