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winterrsun · 5 months

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I’m in charge

Negan x reader SMUT

18+ only, mdni

Warnings: degradation, mentions of torture, dom! Negan, mild exhibitionism, mild knife play, squirting, scary/ mean Negan (basically just his true personality, but no actual violence occurs in story)

Authors note: this is not only my first the walking dead fic but it is hands down the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, it and me are depraved. Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want a part 2 because it’s low key already half written in my head….

Summary: Negan coerced reader to be his wife at The Sanctuary in exchange for leaving her people at Alexandria alone - but reader founds out they’ve also been holding Daryl prisoner and abusing him . When she goes to confront Negan it doesn’t quite go as planned and he quickly reminds her who’s in charge.

You stormed through The Sanctuary, up the stairs towards Negan’s office. A few people eyed you wearily as you basically pushed past them in the corridor, not even noticing as the conversation you’d had a few hours earlier rang fresh in your mind.

It was only recently that Negan had let you start making visits to Alexandria, even more recently that he’d permitted you to go alone. You’d been living at The Sanctuary as his ‘wife’ for nearly a year now, and you’d built up a surprising level of mutual trust in that time. Especially given you weren’t exactly there willingly. But he’d always taken a liking to you, ever since he first met your group that night outside the camper van.

You were disgusted and terrified of him, but at the same time even then you couldn’t deny a level of chemistry and physical attraction that streamed between you when you first locked eyes. It was what had allowed you to convince him to spare Glenn, you were sure of it.

Then whenever he and his saviours would visit Alexandria to collect their haul, he’d always make a point of seeking you out and starting conversation. Until one day he made his offer; that you go with them back to The Sanctuary and the community at Alexandria will be left alone, never having to split their supplies with The Saviours again. Holding an alliance with them that near ensured no other group would dare try to attack the community. It was an offer far too good to refuse, though Carol and Rick and Daryl had tried to convince you to.

It was hard at first, almost unbearable, missing your family and settling into a cold, strange new home that felt like a twisted cross between a shitty summer camp and a military academy. But you managed, like you always did. Negan’s likeness towards you only grew and it didn’t take long for you to become his wife. In fact, you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had made life more bearable. Both for the luxurious living quarters and the somewhat weird sisterhood type friendship you’d struck with the other wives. And yeah, the sex was pretty damn good too.

Yes, things were really not as bad as you’d expected they would turn out for you here, especially since you started visiting Alexandria and your family. You’d made the trip this morning, taking the drive filled with the usual joyful high of anticipation you got at the prospect of seeing everyone. Except not everyone was there when you arrived.

You didn’t notice at first; why would the absence of one individual jump out at you immediately? But you did notice the way everyone behaved, it was different. They seemed…sad, and nervous. It didn’t take long for Carol to ask the question that shattered the glass for you.

“Have you seen him? How is he?”

“Who?” You asked, heart beat fast increasing at the unease of the situation. You glanced around and clocked Rick and Carl, Glenn was with Maggie hushing Hershel. You didn’t see Daryl anywhere and knew before Carol’s answer left her lips.

“Daryl, they’ve had him for weeks. He’s being held at The Sanctuary. Nobody even knows if he’s still alive, we haven’t heard anything for at least a week.”

After gathering what more information you could you fast turned on your heels and commenced your mission you were closing in on now; confronting Negan immediately. You’d all but left in a cloud of dust to the cries of “be careful” from your friends and family.

But what did you care about being careful? The Saviours weren’t some terrifying, unknown threat anymore. They were your home now. Negan was technically your ‘husband’ for Christ’s sake. And he had been imprisoning and possibly torturing one of your best friends right under your nose for weeks without telling you a thing. Needless to say, you were beyond pissed.

That feeling of outrage was what fuelled your actions as you flung open the door to Negan’s office, hardly registering the dozen or so saviours sat around the conference style table. Negan was standing when you entered, at the far side of the table from where you stood, and he and every other person in the room immediately turned their heads to look in your direction at your loud entrance.

You didn’t hesitate to march across the room, around the table, up to Negan. “You want to explain to me what the FUCK is going on with Daryl and WHY you didn’t tell me he’s here?” You demanded. You were panting slightly both from the rushed journey you’d made up to the office and from the angry adrenaline currently pumping through your body.

Negan remained silent for a few moments before he answered you in a dangerously low tone. “Sorry doll, did you not notice I’m in the middle of a meeting?”

You stupidly continued “I don’t give a fuck about a fucking meeting, Negan. I want answers now. I get to Alexandria to find my friends and family distraught and they tell me you’re holding Daryl here prisoner. Starving him and beating him, how could you fucking do this? You better start explaining!”

You realised you’d gone too far before you’d actually finished the last word. You felt, more so than heard, Simon scoff somewhere to your left. For the first time since you’d walked in you began to feel self conscious of all the eyes in the room that were now darting between Negan and yourself. He smirked a little, and slowly turned to look at his followers, as if daring them to react to your boldness. His eyes met yours again, as he started to speak in a tone that was downright scary this time.

“You don’t get to fucking demand answers of me. You don’t get to demand anything. Don’t you dare forget your real place here”.

You looked down, at a loss for words finally, and softly bit your lower lip. You’d fucking done it now. Maybe he’d let you leave quietly if you acted apologetic and submissive now. Yeah, right.

He forcefully grabbed your jaw and yanked your head upwards so you’d look up at him again, his finger tips pressing in harder than necessary. “You look at me when I talk to you. You think you can barge in here, act all tough and bratty in front of my soldiers. Fucking think again.” Your eyes glanced sideways and briefly met Dwight’s, and Negan’s gripped on you tightened even further. “Don’t look over there, look at me. Don’t take your fucking eyes off me. You made this choice and now you will have to be on the receiving end of one loud wake up call. Don’t for a second think that my fondness for you means you have ANY authority here, you do NOT!”

You jumped as he yelled the last words, and your legs began to tremble as you looked up at him, neck and jaw beginning to ache.

“Now my men are gonna think that you think you can run circles around me. I can’t fucking have that. So we’re going to have to show them, and remind you, who exactly is in charge here. Get on your fucking knees, now.”

You slowly lowered yourself one leg at a time onto your knees, while he maintained his unrelenting grip on your lower jaw. It hurt your neck even more to look up at him from this angle, but you didn’t dare break eye contact.

“Open your mouth” he commanded. You did so immediately, and he did something he’d never done before. He spat right into your mouth.

You felt shameful and disgusted as the wet deposit landed on your tongue, but also the tell tale sign of heat and excitement began to prickle your body at this lewd act. You didn’t move, knowing better than to act without instruction.

A few second later, he uttered one more word; “swallow”. And you did, feeling the cold liquid run down your throat before blinking up at him.

His eyes softened, just a tiny bit, before they resumed their darkness. “Unzip my fly” he instructed next.

Fighting the urge to glance at your audience, you began to reach your hands towards him. Your heart pounding against your chest and in your eye drums. Your fingers softly brushed the fabric of his pants before he broke, and swatted them away motioning for you to get up.

“We don’t have time for any more of this now, we’ve got real shit to deal with” he said. You felt relief wash through you at the prospect of this almost being over. “Wait for me in your room, go straight there now” he instructed. Maybe not so over just yet.

“Yes, sir” you replied timidly. The first time you’d spoken since the dynamic shift has happened between you, and your tone of voice couldn’t have changed more.

You quickly exited the room with your head down and your cheeks burning red, tears stinging your eyes that you refused to let fall out until you made it back to your room.

It had been over an hour, but you hadn’t done much other than alternate between nervously pace around your room and sit on your bed staring at the door. You hadn’t really seen him like that before with you. It reminded you, shudderingly, of how he first treated your group when you met him. You cast your mind back to Abraham and were overwhelmed with dread. You had forgotten just how dangerous the man you lived with was. You supposed it was a self preservation effort; you knew you had to play the role of his wife regardless, so it was easier to live in denial and try to make the most of it. You felt shameful about that now, it was selfish and dumb.

You wondered if he’d actually hurt you. Maybe he’d throw you in the cell with Daryl. At least then you’d get to see Daryl. God you couldn’t stop thinking about him. On the way back to The Sanctuary your mind had more been preoccupied with being pissed off at Negan concealing this from you than actually worrying about Daryl’s safety. Yeah, Carol said they’d beaten him but you knew Daryl could take a bit of roughing up, and figured no real harm would have been done to him. But now you weren’t sure at all.

You’d become a nervous wreck by the time two sharp knocks were heard on the other side of your door. You hurried over and opened it, to find Negan standing on the other side. Eyebrows raised at you.

“I take it you’ve had some time to mull things over, anything you’d like to fucking to say to me?” He said.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting Negan” you mumbled, eyes on the floor.

He smirked slightly, before saying “yeah, you better be. I’m real fucking disappointed in you, doll. We have something special, I’ll admit, but that doesn’t mean you forget who I am. I’m the boss, you respect and obey me, no questions asked.” You stared at him, frozen, while he went on. “The fact you think you can demand answers of me at all is a problem, but the fact you felt it acceptable to do it in front of my Saviours tells me you need a serious lesson to remind you of your place.”

You gulped, and started to try and plea your case. “I’m sorry Negan, I really am. I know my place here, I was blinded by concern for Daryl; he’s my family!”. You can tell it’s falling on deaf ears as his expression remains unchanged; his mind set. You wondered with terror what you’d been trying to keep out of your mind for the last hour; would he use the iron on you? Surely not on your face, he wouldn’t want to ruin his own viewing pleasure, but what’s to stop him maiming something like your arm?

Tears started to fall down your face, and he finally moved towards you further. “Oh baby doll” you gained an ounce of hope that he’s softening, “don’t start crying already, we haven’t even gotten started”.

The hope vanishes and your insides clenched in fear. “Are you going to hurt me?” You whispered.

“Not badly,” he said, “not in any way I know you can’t take baby girl”.

His tone edged into a territory you were more familiar with, and you raised an eyebrow tentatively. He was teasing you for sure, and now you were less terrified about the possibility of a truly terrible punishment. Well, one that would cause real lasting physical harm anyway. He slowly raised his arm and cupped your face, tilting it up towards his.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say, and show me what a good girl you can be,” he said steadily, and you gave him a small nod. “You gotta earn back my trust, and it isn’t going to be fucking easy.”

His hand slid down your décolletage, around your shoulder and landed on your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into it the tiniest bit, and noticed a small bubble of anticipation forming in your stomach.

That was followed by a twinge of guilt and sadness as you once again remembered Daryl. But you knew you had to face reality, the only way for you to have any hope of helping Daryl is to win back favour with Negan. You had to perform for him now, exactly how he wants. And if there was a small part of you that might enjoy some parts of what’s about to happen, well, that seemed like a small bonus you earned to slightly counter balance from the trauma of your life for the last however many years.

Negan gave your waist a squeeze and stepped back, drinking in your appearance. You were still dressed for this morning’s Alexandria visit; tight black jeans, a grey tank top and black laced up boots. You never left the compound in any shoes other than heavy boots that could kick in a walker skull if needed.

“Strip down to your underwear” he commanded softly, and you tried to make hasty work of your shoelaces, and not look too awkward hoisting them off. Next your hands shot to your pants button.

“No need to rush this part so much” he directed, and you immediately slowed down your efforts as you pulled your jeans down your legs, trying to bend over in attractive an angle as possible.

You made eye contact with him as you lifted your top over your head, and he licked his bottom lip slightly as his eyes glint. You then stand still, feeling a little awkward with him fully clothed and you in your worn out bra and cotton panties, staring at you like a lion sizing up its prey.

You know he likes to be the one to remove your next items of apparel, and sure enough he moved towards you and reached around to the back of your waist. He flicked open your bra with one hand and lets it drop to the floor.

Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small silver knife with a smirk. Your heart pounded against your now exposed chest. He ran the cool metal blade along your side and you shivered at its touch on your hot skin.

He moved swiftly and the sound of fabric cutting cleanly was heard before your panties drop to the floor.

“Mmmmmmm” he groaned in appreciation at your now fully naked form. “Well go on, do a little twirl for me” he instructed. You spun around, feeling like a doll in a music box on display. As you returned to face him, he raised his eyebrows indicating you to continue, and as you rotated back around again he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, back now to him.

You should have known he’d want to check out your ass, he loved worshipping it. But this wasn’t about being worshipped. He gently pushed you in the back so you began to move over to the bed with small footsteps, stopping just in front of it.

“Bend over, hands on the mattress” he instructed, and you leaned forward precariously while he added “feet further apart doll”.

You felt a burn of humiliation at the vulnerable position you were in, legs and cheeks spread open, presented in front of him. You flinched slightly at the touch of his fingers on your bum cheeks. He caressed them lightly, before delivering a sharp slap to your right cheek.

“Alright, let’s get this part over with” Negan said with a slight sigh, and you heard movement behind you, the sounds of what you were sure was him unbuckling his belt. You knew better than to look around and confirm your theory, so instead looked down at your hands and tried to steady your increasingly rapid breathing.

Further confirmation was given to you at the sound of leather on skin, as he warmed up a practise tap in his palm. Then came a burning flash of pain across your backside, and you couldn’t help but yelp.

“We’ll do ten, count me down doll” he murmured to you, and you whimpered in protest before you could stop yourself.

He tutted sympathetically, “I know baby girl, but you can take it. It’ll push your limits, but I have to teach you a real lesson here.” You nod reluctantly. “I told you to count, didn’t I?” He added in a more menacing tone.

Immediately you stuttered out the word “ten!”

You counted down each painful lash, picturing the sight of your ass covered in red marks, hoping that none of them had broken skin. Shamefully, you noticed each strike delivered an underlying trace of pleasure mingled with the pain. You were sure Negan knew it too.

As you rounded out on “T-two!” With a tear rolling down your face onto the sheets below, Negan paused. You dare a glance behind you and noticed he’s bent down, examining his work. You felt his breath fan over your most private spot, and realised he wasn’t looking at your bruised up ass; he’s staring at your pussy.

You felt the smooth leather of his belt suddenly invade your slit, and retreat just as suddenly. Then it appeared in front of your face as Negan narrated “fucking glistening, you filthy girl” with a chuckle.

Negan then delivered the final blow, directly to your pussy this time, landing square on your clit, and you let out a scream. You weren’t even sure whether it was more a scream of pleasure or pain at this point.

Negan cleared his throat pointedly and you realised you missed the final count. “One” you sighed out, before your trembling arms finally gave way and you slumped your upper body onto the mattress. Your legs started to follow and you bent your knees towards the ground, but Negan’s arm scooped under your waist and held your hips up, letting out a “not so fast doll” as he did.

You were now face down on the bed, with your feet still on the ground spread apart, and your backside more on display in the air than ever. When he was sure your legs are steady again, Negan released your hips and you felt more than heard him sink to his knees behind you.

“You took your punishment well baby girl,” he murmured, “now I’ll help make you feel better” he finished before plunging his face in between your legs.

He motorboated your cheeks before taking his hands and spreading them apart, and you felt his wet tongue land where you needed it the most. You moaned and leant back into him as he lapped at your pussy, eating you like a depraved man. His tongue flicked downwards at your clit, which stung just slightly after the belt slap he’d administered just minutes ago. He suckled at your sensitive nub and you let out a loud moan. You could already feel pleasure building towards climax after the state he’d riled you up into. His tongue lazily dragged back up away from your clit, and didn’t stop until it traveled all the way up past your pussy. He quickly replaced it with his finger sliding in past your slit and you immediately pushed back agreeably against the welcome entrance inside you.

You let out a gasp of surprise as his tongue found its new destination, one that he’d never been before - nor had anyone for that matter. He delicately licked your puckered asshole and you marveled at the new sensation, while two fingers now formed a steady rhythm pumping in and out of your pussy. You’d never felt anything like it, and as his tongue got braver, starting to push itself inside your tight hole, you fell into a continuous flow of moans and pleas while softly rocking into his rhythm.

You thought you were already in an unbeatable state of pleasure when his thumb began to rub circles around your clit, and you grasped helplessly at the sheets beneath you. While you knew your orgasm was still building and approaching, you felt so good it was like you were already coming. Yet you felt the feeling continue to build, and you knew that no matter what you didn’t want it to stop.

“Fuck! Yes, Negan, oh please” you sang out.

His tongue danced around and inside your asshole while his fingers mercilessly fucked you, and his thumb circled your clit faster and faster. Your gut clenched and you cried out, reaching a peak like no other you’d ever experienced. Suddenly, too late to react, you felt a secondary feeling like you were about to pee. And then it all happened, you screamed in overwhelming pleasure while fluid broke out of your body and gushed down Negan’s hand. You swore you actually saw stars for a moment and not once did Negan’s actions pause.

You heard him let out an animalistic growl from behind you as you soaked his fingers and he finally withdrew his face from your ass cheeks. As your high came down he continued to pound into your pussy and your legs started to buckle, your energy fast fading.

“Negan, I can’t, no more” you let out softly, desperation in your voice.

He chuckled, delivering two final harsh thrusts of his fingers before pulling them out.

You bathed in the warm, hazy feeling that tingled throughout your body post orgasm, letting yourself lean into the drunk sensation it gave you for a moment.

“Turn around doll,” he instructed. Shakily you pushed yourself up on your elbows and turned so you were sat up watching him, while he stood up straight before you. He looked you in the eyes and licked every one of his fingers clean, slurping up your juice that had coated his entire hand and soaked his sleeve.

Any embarrassment you were at risk of feeling from having squirted for the first time in your life vanished when you realised how much he evidently loved it. He stopped before he got to his pinky and now brought his hand to your mouth. He pressed his finger to your lips and you opened up to let him in, sucking your own juices off him and noting the tangy taste on your tongue.

“Fuck, you did so good baby girl” he praised, stroking your hair with his other hand.

You were too exhausted to reply at this point, and he seemed to pick up on that. Finally feeling satisfied with his punishment, he smiled at you sympathetically. “Time for you to get some rest I think” he murmured, guiding you into the bed as your eyelids felt heavy already.

You slowly laid your head down onto the pillow as he guided you encouragingly, and let your eyes flutter closed. In that moment, you couldn’t remember anything at all that had happened that day. But it would all come back to you in the morning.

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happy74827 · 2 months

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The Lesson of Reality

[Rick Grimes and Child!Reader]

Synopsis: You accidentally get a lot more “experience” than what Rick had planned.

WC: 3080

Category: Slight Angst, S6!Rick (no TOWL spoilers) {TW — Gore, Violence, Walkers, Blood, Death}

There’s so many fics about Daryl being a father figure that it’s about time that Rick had his Joel Miller moment (especially now that all the episodes of The Ones Who Live have aired). So have fun with this cute Protective!Rick moment.

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They say when times are tough, people can rise to the occasion and show their true colors. For some, it's an opportunity to prove they can survive the hardships and come out the other side stronger, wiser, and more experienced. Then there is the scum of the earth. They will take any opportunity to steal, kill, and hurt others while they try and make it out unscathed.

For Rick, he wanted you to be part of the former. He always saw your potential to become a fighter—a survivor. Hell, you made it this long by yourself, after all. You had to learn and adapt to the world.

And given your age, it was a hard thing to accomplish.

Your innocence didn't help, either. On one hand, he wanted to keep you as innocent and childlike as possible for as long as he could. The world was already a shit-show. The least you could do was still have the mentality of the child you were supposed to be. Being only ten years old, it was the right thing to do.

But then he remembers what the world was like now. If he let you live with that naivety, it'd get you killed. And it didn’t matter how intelligent you were because even if it saved your ass a few times, it won’t forever.

The fact of the matter is you were going to be hurt no matter what. And you had to be prepared for it.

He had already shown his own son, Carl, the harshness of the new world. He didn't want to do it, but the world left him no choice. And he couldn't deny the boy the means to defend himself and his family.

And even if you weren’t his kid, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do the same for you.

He just needed the right time to teach you… to remind you that Alexandria isn’t the safest place on the planet.

The perfect time came when the Wolves attacked the group, and the gates were broken down.

After all the tragedy and loss, and Alexandria started to rebuild and strengthen their walls once again, Rick decided then was the time to toughen you up.

And thus, there you were, sitting on a tree stump as Rick stood in front of you, knife in hand, and Daryl beside him.

Eugene was also there, but he was standing to the side, watching with mild curiosity.

“You sure ‘bout this?” Daryl asked, looking from you to Rick, brows furrowed in concern. “It’s good takin' 'em outside the walls, but now? After everything that just happened, I mean? The people need yah right now, man. And the last thing we need is for the lil' squirt here to get hurt, too. Yer already lookin' rough as it is."

"I'll be fine, Daryl," Rick replied, his eyes not leaving yours. “Besides, I won’t be gone long. It’s just a quick look around. In and out, and then I'll be back. Two days, tops.”

Everyone around you seemed to be on edge, with the attack on the walls still fresh in their minds. But you?

Well, you were too busy staring at the shiny, shiny knife. Excitement shone in your eyes as your fingers twitched.

Truth be told, ever since Daryl and Aaron found you alone, wandering the woods and eating raw squirrel, and brought you to Alexandria, you felt as if something was missing.

You had never been the most social kid. You had the bare minimum amount of friends at school. None of them stuck around after you were pulled out of school. You had no close relatives that wanted you around. No father figure and the only motherly presence in your life was gone before you understood the new reality.

And while there were other kids in Alexandria, the older ones were already too busy trying to act like adults, and the younger ones were too immature. Sam, the kid that had once been closest to your age, was just a crybaby who didn’t know any better. He was scared of the dark and the idea of a walker. He never went outside the walls, so it was no wonder.

It was like living in a house full of strangers. They were all kind to you, but there was something missing.

But the Grimes family? Well, you couldn't help but feel more comfortable around them. Carl didn’t seem to like you, at least not at first, but ever since the “Wolves” attack and sudden loss of his eye, he was becoming nicer.

And then there was Rick. He was always kind, but after the incident, he became even kinder. More attentive and caring. Always checking on you, making sure you were safe and comfortable. Something about that night must've really changed him because he's been different since then.

And you liked it. You felt more comfortable around him. You didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was because he had saved you from a walker, or perhaps it was the way he talked to you, but you enjoyed his company.

You also loved destroying him in Gin Rummy. With the mix of his shocked expression and Michonne’s laughter, it was priceless.

Rick looked back at Daryl, who was still giving him a doubtful expression. But it wasn’t a no. So, Rick took it as a sign of agreement.

Daryl huffed and put a hand on his hip, shifting his weight to his right side. "Alright, alright. But if somethin' goes wrong, I won’t hesitate to tell ya I told ya so, yah hear me?”

Rick snorted. "Wouldn’t expect any less from you."

Daryl rolled his eyes and shook his head, a smirk on his lips. He gave you one more glance, and then he turned and left.

With that out of the way, Rick focused on the task at hand. That’s when Eugene made his presence known. He was the man with the map, so to speak.

He came over and laid the map of the area on the ground in front of you.

"I've marked the areas of the woods I believe would be best suited for your scavenging mission. However, should your route take a turn, there are several alternate routes to get back. There are also a few marked areas with potential food sources, water, and the possibility of tools or other survival necessities.

"Thank you, Eugene. I appreciate this," Rick said, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. Eugene smiled and nodded.

"You're welcome, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, Rosita and I have an appointment at the gate to inspect and repair the damaged panels.” Eugene stood up and straightened his clothes, and then he was gone, heading back to the gate.

"Ready?" Rick asked. You looked up at him, smiling, and gave a nod. Soon, you were off into the rusty car that Daryl had brought from outside the walls.

You sat in the back seat, along with the bags semi-full of supplies and some extra weapons. Most of them belonged to Rick, however, so all you had was your old baseball cap.

And, of course, the old switchblade that Daryl gave you a while back.

For most of the scavenge trip, it was peaceful. The occasional walker showed up here and there, but for the most part, they were few and far between.

You found a lot of supplies. Food, medicine, clothes, and anything else you could think of. Rick also made sure to teach you how to pick locks, avoid traps, and a bunch of other skills.

But, of course, as things go, something has to go wrong.

A group of walkers, about twenty or so, showed up. It was no big deal. It was a lot, but nothing you couldn't handle.

You and Rick quickly got to work, taking them out one by one. You had gotten good with your knife, and with some pointers from Rick, you were practically a pro.

And then there was Rick, swinging his machete, stabbing and slashing his way through the herd. His face was a mix of focus and calm. It was impressive.

But the problem wasn’t the walkers. You were both doing fine. The problem was the aftermath. When the last walker fell to your feet, a gun rose and pointed at Rick's head.

And the guy holding the gun? Well, he looked like a psychopath. He had a smile that sent shivers down your spine, and it didn't help that the sun was starting to set.

"Hey there. Nice work taking out those rotters. But I'm going to have to ask you to hand over the bags and all the weapons you have. Oh, and I love that baseball cap. That'll be mine, too."

Well, Rick wanted you to toughen up. It seemed the universe had the same idea.

Somehow, you ended up behind Rick, shielded from the man and his gun. Your heart was pounding in your ears as the adrenaline kicked in. You didn't know what to do.

Rick didn't, either. Not when a group of armed men stepped out of the trees and aimed their guns at him. He didn't even have the time to reach for his machete.

Rick raised his hands, but his body was tense.

"Don't," was the only thing he said. His voice was stern, a growl hidden underneath. The man grinned and laughed.

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you," the man sneered.

Suddenly, all of them charged forward, grabbing the two of you. Your cap was taken, and Rick's machete was tossed away.

Despite the stronghold, Rick was able to kick and punch his way through his attackers. Even with the gun being pointed at him and the man pulling the trigger, he still managed to dodge the bullet and throw a few more punches.

The man growled, but the smile didn't leave his face.

"Feisty, aren't you? I love a challenge."

With a flick of his wrist, he knocked the butt of the gun against Rick's temple, sending him to the ground.

"Rick!" You yelled but were cut off when someone grabbed you by the hair and pulled, eliciting a scream from you.

"What a cutie," the man purred, grabbing you by the chin. You tried to pull away, but he held tight.

"How old are you, huh? Six? Seven? Eh, it doesn't matter. All kids are the same. Little shits who don't know their place."

You took that as a sign. You spat in his face. He didn't even flinch. In fact, the smile only widened. It pissed you off so much that you did the one thing that would definitely take a smile off his face.

You saw it done once, with a foot. A woman back in Alexandria seemed upset with a man, and she took her boot and kicked him right where you aimed your switchblade.

You weren't sure if it was a good idea, but it was the only thing you could think of.

So you did. And let me tell you, that was one of the few times you had ever heard someone scream so loud. He dropped you in an instant, unfortunately taking the knife with him.

“Son of a-!! You little-!!” Pain and anger laced the man's words as he clutched himself. You scrambled back, watching with wide eyes as he slowly recovered.

He didn’t dare try to crawl over to you, though. He didn’t trust his body to move.

Instead, he turned his attention to his side, where his small pistol had been tossed. He reached over and picked it up, pointing the barrel in your direction.

“I was gonna be nice… maybe have a little fun, but now?” He let out a painful chuckle. The smile was still there, but it was laced with anger. He groaned in pain, and his body shook.

Still, his hands remained steady.

"You little shit. I outta blow your head off. Let the rotters tear you apart, limb from limb. Would serve you right.”

Rick's heart stopped at that. The gun was aimed at you, and he was too far away. Even if he charged, he wouldn't make it in time.

There was no other option.

Just as the man squinted his eyes, about to pull the trigger, the sound of a gunshot rang through the air. It made the man jump and look around, right in time to see one of his men fall to the ground.

"What the-?"

You turned and saw Rick tussling with another man, the one holding a gun, who was fighting for control.

The man who had his gun pointed at you took the opportunity to shoot it again, but you were prepared enough to duck out of the way.

The bullet went into a tree, and by the time the next one fired, he was the last one standing.

And boy, was he pissed. The bullet once again missed his target, but only barely.

That was enough, though. Just enough to get Rick to kick the gun out of his hands before pressing his boot right where your pocket knife was still sticking out.

Rick had the advantage, and it was obvious, with the screams of agony coming from the man. He was on his knees, clutching his crotch, and Rick had a firm hand on the back of his head, ready to bash his skull into the ground if need be.

But he didn't. He had other plans.

He pulled out your knife, only to stick it right back into place and then some.

"Ah! You crazy bas-!! Fuck!!"

"You’re going to listen to me. Real good, you’ hear?” Rick’s voice was dark, and the man nodded frantically.

"Grab his gun and come over here."

You did as you were told, picking up the pistol and slowly walking over. The man whimpered, tears staining his cheeks as blood seeped through his pants.

"You're gonna stand there and keep your gun pointed at his head while I tie his hands together. If he even twitches, shoot him."

You gulped but nodded. You kept your arms out, hands as steady as you could make them.

“You sick, twisted, fuckin' asshole. I'll fucking kill you!" The man snarled, his teeth gritting and his face contorted in pain.

"That's cute," Rick said. He was quick to tie the man's wrists together. Rick was just as quick to grab him and force him on his feet before kicking the back of his knees and sending him sprawling on the ground.

"Stay," Rick commanded him like a dog, and you couldn't help but smile a little at the man's pained, angry expression.

Rick quickly gathered the supplies and the bag, and then he was over to you, giving you a once-over.

"You hurt? Bleeding? Anything broken?"

"N-No, I'm okay," you replied, voice wavering a bit.

"Good," he breathed out, and you noticed he was shaking a bit, too. Not enough to notice at first glance, but enough to know that he was trying his hardest not to.

He took the gun from your hands gingerly, and then he was kneeling before the man.

"Who are you?"

The man was silent. Rick didn't wait long before aiming the gun at the man's right thigh.

"Let me rephrase that. Who are you? What's your name?"

"Fuck y—”

Rick shot the man in the thigh without any hesitation. The scream of pain made you jump.

"Try again. Who are you?"

"Aah!! Fuck!! I-I'm Dave, okay? My name's Dave!"

"Okay, Dave. Good. Now, why did you attack us? And don't think I'm above shooting you again, or worse, so be honest. I can tell when someone's lying to me."

"We were just passing through! Saw you and thought, 'Hey, easy pickings!' Didn't expect you to be the goddamn terminator!"

"Passing through to where?"

Silence. Rick sighed and shook his head, but before he could fire another shot, Dave finally caved.

"Back to c-camp. Please, we have family. Wives, children… We meant nothin' by it! We swear! We just-! We were hungry. We were starving! Please, have mercy!"

"Children? Like the one you just threatened to shoot in the head?" Rick growled. Dave flinched.

"N-no, I-"

“Where are they? Down that stream? I saw your tracks earlier. That was you, wasn’t it?"

Dave's silence spoke volumes. Rick looked back at you, and you were staring at the man, wide-eyed and fearful, not of him specifically, but of what Rick could do to him.

Rick took a deep breath and then turned back to Dave.

"How many are there?"

"T-Ten. Maybe eleven."

"Are they armed?"

"J-Just with knives and stuff."

"You got anything else? Any other guns or ammo?"

"N-No. Please, just let us go! We won't bother you again! Just don't hurt me."

Rick looked back at you again. Your eyes were still locked on the man, but you could feel his gaze. You looked up at him.

"With that stunt, you just pulled,” Rick stood up, his eyes still aligned with yours, but he wasn’t speaking to you. He was addressing Dave.

"I can’t take that chance.”

Then the bullet fired, and soon it was just you and Rick with a bunch of corpses.

He quickly holstered the gun and rushed to bags left on the ground.

"What about his family?” Your voice was shaken. You had never seen someone shot like that, point blank.

Rick sighed, pausing in his movements.

"They don’t exist.” Rick stood and turned, looking you in the eye. “I know people like him. If he had a family, they're already dead, or he killed them himself.”

You didn’t break eye contact, “and if you’re wrong? What then?"

Rick didn’t even blink. "Then I saved them a lot of suffering."

Rick didn't like doing this, killing people, taking life. He hated it, really.

But he would be damned if anyone ever laid a hand on his family or his people. Even if it meant getting a little bloody.

You had to turn away from him, from the intensity of his stare.

Rick sighed and walked over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"You did good back there. Really good. The world it’s… It ain't kind to people. And even though I hope it never happens, you have to be prepared for anything. For anyone."

Rick squeezed your shoulder, and his voice was gentle.

"And, for what it's worth, I'm proud of you."

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aurasplanet · 1 month

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MEMORIES carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — mentions of death, i had absolutely no clue how to end this off i’m so sorry

you and carl have been glued to each others hip since you were both twelve. you’re the whole group’s unofficial daughter, having been found on your own at the start of the apocalypse. carl has always been there for you and vice versa. you remember comforting each other when sophia went missing. and when you saw her come out of the barn.

you remember comforting him when he had to end his mother’s life. he didn’t like to open up, he only ever really did it around you. you were thankful your presence helped him, you would hate if he had to bottle everything up.

then there was the prison’s downfall, where you and carl had to drag his injured father away from the ruins. you two shared a giant container of pudding, a little happy and carefree despite the circumstances. it was one of the only times you both could be kids.

when you both got to alexandria things seemed too good to be true, so the two of you usually stuck together. you remember begging rick to let you stay in his house. you and carl never did anything without the other around. it made for good memories and bad. even in such a safe haven like alexandria.

for example, you both could go on walks and enjoy the fresh air and each other’s company without worry of a walker popping up and making dinner out of you. you could take care of judith together, climb the wall together.

but on the other hand, you were there when he lost his eye. your life flashed before you, you swore you were going to lose him. you never left his side and refused to let him push you away. and you always reassured him that he still looked like the sweet, pretty, badass carl you always knew.

you also both had to experience the lineup together. he’ll never forget how pained your sobs were when you thought his father truly had to amputate his arm.

there were also the funny memories, like when you got so upset with negan you slapped him silly.

“i mean that is disgusting, no wonder you cover that up!” you seethe at negan’s words, looking at carl. his facade is crumbling, revealing the unhealed, broken boy beneath.

he goes to speak again when you stand up and slap him, the loud sound of your hand meeting his face seemed to echo in the room. carl grabs your arm and turns you towards him, shock and a tinge of fear on his face. not fearing negan, fearing what he could do to you as a result of your outburst.

thank god all he did was laugh and compliment your strength, giving you an empty threat to maintain his rough image.

carl was careful to not let you around negan after that.

carl laughs softly, “what are you doing?” you sit up in your bed and feel your face heat up. you probably looked a little silly, looking up at your ceiling revisiting memories with him.

“thinking.” he walks towards your bed, laying next to you and taking his hat off. you stay silent for a few seconds before laying back down and turning your head towards him. “hey carl?”

he looks at you, “do you think we’ll be able to make more memories together?” his brows furrow and he maneuvers himself to be closer to you.

“here, in alexandria?”

you shrug, “just memories.” he smiles and nods at you, placing his hat over your face with a laugh.

“plenty, don’t you worry about that.”

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x you #carl grimes #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes fanfiction #twd x reader #twd fanfiction

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cultofdixon · 4 months

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I’ll remind you everyday if I have to

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • It’s the smallest of things to startle a person, but thankfully you have someone to always make sure you’re okay • ANGST/SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks

Requested by: Anon

Anything does it

Loud noises

Yelling

Door slams

Motorcycle engines starting

Walkers trying to claw their way in

Loud snoring if the source is unknown

Honestly, if you made a joke about something breathing and it triggering Y/N’s anxiety…most would think that’s true. She may not be outwardly expressive with her anxiety attacks but one knows she’s having one if she’s disappeared for a period of time.

Her infamous hiding spots are under tables. Carl found her in the closet once when they first arrived to Alexandria and the new people were overwhelming so no one really dared to drag her out. Not that anyone would given Daryl is usually the one to take care of these moments but there were situations where Y/N had to be dragged out of the comfort of hiding.

The farm fire

Governor attack 1

Prison outbreak

Governor attack 2

The Claimers

Terminus

The chapel

The hospital

The barn

Y/N got creative a few times with her hiding spots during the periods where they were moving a lot. But now the group resides in Alexandria and after a few days Y/N left the living room closet sticking with Daryl for the most part since he gives her the most comfort. He didn’t like the place but after all they have been through, after what they have been through, he’s willing to bend slightly so that they could possibly make this place their home.

“Are you coming with to the party?” Rick asks Daryl who seems to have never left the porch whenever he stepped outside finding him always there.

“Nah. Well I don’t know” He frowns keeping his gaze to the floor while he chewed away at his thumb. “Y/N going?”

“Nope. She’s staying in.” Rick states making his way down the steps and more over to Carol’s porch that Daryl stood on. “Judith is coming with me later so Y/N will be alone in the house if yea ever wanna check in on her”

“You make it sound like she had another attack” His worry started to eat at him and with no instant reply back, his own words are only confirming it. “Why didn’t—-“

“Because in some way, you’re also not okay here. Some people need space, others need comfort…Y/N is safe in the house and for once, after all these anxiety attacks I’ve witnessed, she asked for space” Rick gave a small smile to Daryl in the sense of there’s been improvement, but that didn’t stop the worry from brewing inside the archer. “Take the opportunity and if you change your mind about the party? Everybody else will be there”

Daryl watches the retired sheriff walk past as he looks over to his home finding Y/N turned away from the window holding herself. For a second he wanted to go on and check on her, but decided to listen to Rick.

Even if listening to him this time brought an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

The party started when the sunset and Daryl found himself watching from outside. He never felt like he fitted in with these types of crowds. The social people. Those who host parties and make charcuterie boards. It was weird how old world this place was.

When he stepped away and started to make his way back to the house Aaron the one who brought them in, stopped him to talk. This talk lead to being invited for dinner then a good thing to come out of this place…a bike frame. He can feel like his old self and make a new bike after losing the other one to the prison collapse.

But right before he left, Daryl stepped into the kitchen hesitantly but catching Eric’s attention.

“Did you need something?”

“If it’s uh…not too much” Daryl usually never has this much trouble, it’s just. Talking to new people.

Eventually Daryl got the leftovers he asked for after finally getting it out of him along with who it’s for. But when he entered the still very empty house, because of the party, he didn’t find Y/N instantly. She didn’t take a room in the Grimes’s residence, Carol offered a room in hers for her. She was in there last he saw her.

He checked everywhere.

The rooms, the kitchen, the garage, even the small areas in the front and back of the house. It should’ve been more obvious to check Carol’s but even when he looked in her place, she wasn’t instantly found. Which brought his anxiety to be vocal.

“Y/N?” He calls out, not receiving an immediate reply back. “Y/N!” He didn’t mean to shout knowing that would scare her but he was getting to an extreme level that will most likely be taken out on one of Deanna’s sons. They weren’t all that welcoming and he noticed how sad that made his partner.

A few more calls and Daryl eventually stopped in the kitchen to put away the plate in the fridge when he heard the sniffling.

“You didn’t hear me call you back?” Her hushed whisper still made it to Daryl’s ears as he quickly rounds the kitchen island to the dinning table crouching to find her sobbing in her curled position.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” Daryl frowns bringing himself to sit on the floor and scooting up to her watching her uncurl to wrap her arms around his neck. He gently brought his around her waist pulling her into his lap as she wraps her legs around his torso. “I’m usually better at finding yea but this place is too new…”

“We aren’t used to it” Y/N finished while hiding her face in the crook of his neck for a moment.

Daryl held her for as long as she needed even if that lasted til Carol returned a few hours later. She didn’t say anything, only gave a look to the archer that if they needed anything to just call her, before heading upstairs to sleep.

But after a little while longer of being under the table, the two eventually moved out from under it and Daryl kept Y/N close the rest of the night which led them to the room she claimed. Y/N laid on top of Daryl as he gently grazes his fingers against her back in a soothing motion.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“It just…happened” Y/N frowns bringing herself to look at Daryl and his worried expression. “I feel so stupid…”

“You’re not stupid. You’re never stupid for bein’ anxious, sunshine” Daryl gently brushes the hair out of the way of her face watching her sadden expression last. “Sometimes we can’t control how we feel…just be glad yea ain’t quick to anger like some of us”

“You have reasons for your anger. A pen could drop on hard wood flooring and my mind could think someone is breaking in” Y/N laughed at her own problems which Daryl didn’t exactly like but he hasn’t heard her laugh in some time. As she rests her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head holding her a bit tighter.

“You feel safe with me…and our family. Everybody is unsettled in this place and it’ll take time to get used to it. You’re never at fault for your anxiety…I’ll remind yea everyday if I have to”

“Yeah?”

“I promise, sunshine” Daryl kissed her once more, leading her to lift her head and bring herself up so that she could kiss his lips which brought a hum from his chest. “I’ll always keep yea safe, too. From everything”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Y/N smiles bringing her head back to lay on his chest as he held her close with a hint of a smile gracing his features.

“By being you”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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bloodycherry22 · 1 year

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Can’t sleep? | Rick Grimes

Genre: smut

Summary: It’s the first night in Alexandria, you can’t sleep and decide to get a breath of fresh air but someone else may be awake too. Late night conversations lead to much more. (Requested)

Warnings: Sex, praise kink, cussing, friendly banter, no condom used? Not proofread

You were lucky to get a space on the couch, even though you had repeatedly offered to sleep on the floor so someone else could have the comfortable spot. A sigh escaped you as your head tilted back against the soft cushioning of the couch, the only light in the room being a single dimly lit lamp and the moonlight made it hard to see anyone, everyone was on edge but it seemed like they were all asleep.

It was impossible to sleep, it wasn’t about being worried about invasion or walkers, god knows why you were awake, but you were. It was driving you mad, sitting in silence for, maybe, three hours now. The darkness began to eat away at you and you felt deprived, deprived of oxygen rather than sleep, to be honest you were wide awake. You were o your feet quickly with a silent jump, being careful not to bother anyone as you tip-toed out of the house. Stepping out the front door, you felt as though you were finally able to catch a breath.

It was still dark outside but a few streetlights gently lit the roads of Alexandria. Looking over the wooden porch, you took a deep breath, leaning onto the banister and letting your eyes flutter closed.

"Sneaking out?" Spoke a low, gravelly voice, it made you flinch as your eyes shot open, meeting a set of blue ones, afew feet away.

"Shit, Rick, you really scared me" you scoffed and looked at him for a moment before turning back to the road, resting your forearms on the wood. He did the same, standing beside you, a small laugh coming from him as he hummed. "Well, why are you out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Rick" You retorted and he just huffed, seeming to look around, admiring what you just had. "I asked first" He stated, his accent thick. Rick wasn't your closest friend, but you knew him and seemed to follow him. You appreciated him and vice versa but it was rare for a one on one conversation to spike.

"I couldn't sleep, needed some fresh air..you?" You gave in, looking over at him, he took notice and met your eyes with his own once again. "couldn't sleep, then i saw you go outside and thought about all the possibilities of what could happen, so i had to come out" He explained.

You laughed a little and shook your head "Deannas right, your a leader alright, worrying all the time about all of us" He nodded in response, looking back at the road. "I still don't trust this place. but i want too, it would be nice" He said, standing straight, before walking over to the stairs and taking a seat on one of the wooden steps.

You decided to copy him, planting yourself beside him and speaking up "agreed, but we can't let our guard down, even if these people seem soft, it could be an act." You suggested. He seemed to think about this, looking at the nearby houses.

"I think it's too good to be true, its so clean and calm here, reminds me so much of the world before..everything" He muttered and you agreed quietly, looking at him and sending him a reassuing smile. He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he pursed his lips, thinking.

“You think it’ll go back to what it used to be like?” He asked, and you thought about it before shaking your head. “No, I mean we could all live more normally, routines and towns, but we’ll never be in a world without walkers and murderers and I mean, we’ve killed people, can’t go back” you explained.

He agreed, nodding “what was your life like before..everything?” He asked, leaning back onto his forearms, you couldn’t help the smile on your face at the realisation it was deep talk o’clock. You hummed, explaining some of the main events in your past life. He listened deeply, reacting at some of your statements.

“How about you rick? Well I mean I know of Carl, Lori, Shane, whatever..but like actually” you huffed and he chuckled.

“It was good, I was pretty happy and Shane was great at the time, but I could always see the way he looked at Lori, it’s why I wasn’t as shocked as I should have been when I found out” he stated and you nodded, not able to ignore the sympathy you felt for him. He began again "what about your past love life? Anything exciting?"

"Hm..well, i had flings, and a serious relationship, but nothing out of the ordinary, i was single when the apocalypse began and i think i've grown to not mind it" You nodded proudly and he smiled, chuckling lightly. "Yeah, it isn't all terrible..hey even if we were on the lookout for a relationship, there isn't much choice" He responded.

"Well hey, speak or yourself, i just love me a walker" You said sarcastically, both sharing quiet laughter. "jokes aside, there isn't much choices but most of the people we know are pretty good looking, especially compared to the walkers"

"I guess your right" he huffed, shaking a few strands of hair out of his face before carrying on "I'd say your pretty good looking" he said calmly it shocked you, it was unexpected but not in a gross way. IT made your cold cheeks heat up as you looked away from him with a smile.

"Your not too bad yourself, officer friendly" You joked and he laughed, his head shaking as he gently nudged your arm. When his hand came in contact with your arm it made your skin get goosebumps, noticing the way he flinched, eyes widening. "you're freezing" he scoffed. In response, you shrugged, beginning to notice the cold temperature more. He paused, thinking for a moment before opening up his arms, as if asking for a hug, yet holding his jacket open as well.

With a nervous laugh, you scooted closer to him and leaned into his sie, letting him wrap his arm around you, his large hand rubbing up and down your arm to attempt to heat you up. You were close enough to hear the light thumping of his heartbeat, it made you feel slightly more relaxed as you let the new surroundings sink in. His scent filled your nose, he smelt cleaner than usual but he still had that deep, woody scent that usually went by unnoticed by you, but something was different.

The way his hand felt against you was different, the way e had looked at you was different, why hadn't you noticed him this way before?

"If you could fight anyone who would it be?" he randomly spoke up, knocking you out of thought. You looked up at him with slight confusion, he looked down at you, chuckling. Giving it a thought, you averted youer gaze before confidently looking at him and saying "Martin Luther King"

"What?!" He laughed, his head tipping back in pure enjoyment "That's horrible! He's like the nicest guy ever." You noticed the Adams apple in his neck and had to swallow your dirty thoughts, pushing out a laugh and shrugging. "You said anyone!"

"Fine okay, i think i would fight Ghandi" He stated and you scoffed loudly, hitting his side as you retorted "I'm the horrible one? Ghandi? The guy who was all for world peace and ending violence?"

He just snickered and pulled you closer, you smiled, feeling a new sense of comfort that felt unusual and different, what effect was rick having on you?

"okay, my turn..if you couldd..speak to anyone right now, who would it be? my answer? Pikachu..it would be. fucking. adorable" You nodded and he smirked before humming in thought. "I think..Winnie the pooh, why does he like honey SO much..its really not that good"

"Wow Rick, you seem passionate about that" You teased sarcastically and he puffed out a cloud of cold air before nodding "i am." The heartwarming conversation made you consider rick in a newfound glory. He sparked so much curiosity in you all of a sudden. You could feel the way his arm was tight around you, his hand now resting comfortably on your side as his jacket hugged you both. Your knees were millimeters away from touching, he desire to just brush your thigh against his grew and made your head feel fuzzy, like you couldn't think straight. You hoped your gaze wasn't blatantly obvious as you admired factors about him that you never had but to be honest, you didn't car-

"In your own world there, sweetheart?" He teased. Sweetheart, sweetheart, you repeated in your head, looking up at him bashfully and opening your mouth to say something, but he spoke again. "If we had a camera, i'd say take a picture so that it lasts longer"

His words made you blush as you nudged him and scoffed shamefully "Oh, you wish i was staring, bet you haven't had much action"

"Um, excuses me i've had a few women flirt with me, i mean hey, that jesse girl seems interested" He joked but suddenly her name made your heart cold, the hairdresser, she clearly admires Rick, too much. "Ooh, you don't like that..not one bit" He grinned, pulling you closer by your waist as you groaned and attempted to turn away.

"shut up, Rick" You huffed but he just shook his head as his gaze seemed to falter over your face, he head tilted to the side. "Hey, it's okay, can't say I wouldn't be a tad bit jealous if one of these Alexadrians managed to get you after we've known each other so long"

"You kidding? We barely spoke for years, this is probably the most we've ever talked" You rolled your eyes, adding a hint of playfulness to your tone. He hummed in agreement "can't deny that you're pretty though, doll..just 'cause i never said it, doesn't mean i don't think it"

You couldn't help the smirk that came onto your face at his words, glancing over his face in a way you hadn't ever considered, admiring his eyes and beard, and his lips, you weren't ashamed to be staring because through the comfortable silence, he was too. He mumbled a short "Fuck" under his breath before placing his hand under your chin and pressing his lips against yours with desirous power, like he was ravenous for it.

The feeling of his soft lips against yours made your skin prick and cheeks tingle in a stimulating glory, his hand that rested on your waist grippe tightly at the fabric of your shirt that suddenly felt so claustrophobic. Pulling back for a breath of fresh air, you looked at him, dazed and smirking proudly. He looked around before chuckling deeply, a hint of mischief in his tone. "This might be inappropriate, but there's a bedroom free upstairs.."

"Extremely inappropriate, but i'm definitely in" You nodded and stood up, holding your hand out for him, he was quick to take it, his large hand encasing yours. You quietly opened the door and stepped into the house, tiptoeing up the stairs with rick hasty behind you. You couldn't hep the giddy laughter that escaped you both, like two high teenagers sneaking in after a party.

The second you reached the bedroom, Rick was quick to lock the door and push you onto the bed, almost instantly atop of you, his hands falling to your hips. Your lips parted as he leaned towards you, kissing you again, he felt hungrier, more aggressive, his hands sliding over your stomach and rib cage as his tongue slipped in between your lips. You found yourself gasping quietly as his cold hands rested under your shirt, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling lightly. Seconds went by before he was pulling back to lift your shirt over your head carefully, eyes landing on your chest, his composure failing as he licked his lips, leaning into the crook of your neck to press fond and compassionate kisses into your skin, his hands sliding over the curve of your breasts. His touch lacking softness as he absentmindedly squeezed the plush of your chests, a quiet whine escaping you in return.

The noise cheered him on, one of his hands moving behind you, lifting you so that you arched against his clothed chest, he skillfully unclipped your bra, sitting up to pull it of off you, almost instantly leaning back down for a second taste, his kisses travelling down your collarbone and over your chest. His teeth dragging over your nipple, causing shivers to run down your spine as you muttered out a quiet "Rick"

"What is it, pretty? Tell me" He trailed his kisses lower, speaking between every peppered kiss. The foreplay was great but you wanted him and it had been a damn long time since you had been touched this way. "Enough teasing, i want you..please" You breathed out and he paused against your skin, like something had switched in his psyche. A strand of curse words spilled out of his mouth as he sat up, legs either side of yours, he tugged his shirt off before unbuckling his belt.

Though the room was dimly lit, his muscles were flexing clearly as he moved, his biceps tensing as he worked his belt off, the veins in his forearm prominent. His eyes met yours and he grinned proudly, about to speak but you cut him off. "Don't push your luck" You smirked, voice breathy and whiny yet a sense of authority clear. He snickered in response and leaned down to kiss you again, gently this time, the sound of his jeans hitting the floor loud along with the feeling of him undoing your pants hastily. "Shh, sleeping people are like everywhere" You giggled, mumbling into the kiss, his smile making the kiss messier.

Suddenly, your used your leg to flip you over, attempting to keep the kiss going as long as possible as you now carefully straddled his hips. Curiously, you pressed your heat against the his now naked cock, he let out a choked groan, his calloused hands instantly gripping your waist. You hummed in pleasure, deciding that was something to investigate further another day as you pushed your panties down and deepened the kiss as a way of saying 'keep quiet'

You reached your hand down and lined his member up with your heat, the feeling of his tip pushing past your slit making you both shudder, slowly, you pushed yourself onto him, a small whine leaving your agape mouth that so tenderly kissed his. He reassuringly rubbed gentle circles into your hips with his thumb.

The second the pain in your core subsided, you were quick to roll your hips against his, the feeling of his cock somehow hitting your g spot perfectly made your toes curl and head spin. Quiet whines and whimpers escaping you as you began to ride him greedily. After mere moments, you were close and by his stuttering hips and low groans, it was clear he was too. "Rick..i'm gonna cum" You mumbled needlessly into the kiss.

He pulled back from the kiss, his hands travelling advantageously, eyes flickering from your body to your face, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he began to watch the way you bounced on him. "Hold it doll, for me" He responded, teasingly as he moved his hand to your heat, palm resting respectfully as his thumb rubbed harsh circles into your clit in such a dreadfully pleasurable way you let out a loud whine, his other hand instantly covering your mouth. "shh..baby, quiet" he continued, harsh circles making the knot in your stomach twist. "that's it, let it go..good girl" he praised as you came undone. His hips lifted to meet yours as he rode out your high and brought himself to the edge, filling you with his cum, gravelly moans escaping him in whispers.

The room went silent, all to be heard was the panting and slowing of the wet movements from both of you. Lazily, you climbed off of him and laid beside him, he cautiously wrapped his arm around you, just like outside and huffed. "That was amazing" he mumbled.

"yeah, we should have deep conversations more often..maybe we'll learn to last longer"

"shut up and go to sleep" he laughed.

I'm sorry this took longer than i thought to come out! I ended up super busy, hope this is okay to the original requester. <3

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clean laundry | Carl Grimes

carl grimes x reader

warnings: angsty fluff, carl talks about lori. this is the first ever fic i've written for carl, so my characterization of him might be a little off!

You let out a content sigh at the feeling of soft cotton fabric slipping over your arms and torso, the clean scent of freshly washed laundry filling your senses. Alexandria was like a dream come true. After spending weeks on end on the road, not knowing if or when you’d next find clean water, something as simple as clean clothes felt luxurious to you. You’d been here for almost two weeks now, and still, you sometimes struggled to believe that this was all real. That you were actually able to take warm showers, sleep in a plush bed, and cook on a stove. That you could rest. Of course, you never knew how much longer this would all last; that threat always seemed to loom over you. Even so, you were hell-bent on enjoying life in Alexandria for as long as you possibly could.

Behind you, the door to your bedroom creaks open, interrupting your moment of peace. You turn your head, Carl’s eyes meeting yours from where he’s perched against your door frame.

“Hi,” he says, cracking a smile you can’t help but return.

You reciprocate his greeting, beckoning him into the room with a wave of your hand. “Weren’t you supposed to be watching after Judith?” you ask him.

Carl shakes his head no as he unceremoniously throws himself down onto your bed, “Michonne finished her watch early, so she came to take over from me. I thought I might as well come over and see you”.

“How sweet of you,” you respond, turning to face him. Carl reaches out to you, his hand resting at the juncture of where your calve and thigh meet. His thumb rubs the exposed skin below your shorts, his touch soft and gentle. He carefully tugs you towards him, and you easily allow yourself to be pulled down to sit down on the bed next to him. You brush some stray hairs away from where they were obscuring his eyes, tucking them behind his ears.

“Jessie has been trying to convince me to cut it off,” he confesses to you. You see the uneasiness on his face clear as day. Sometimes Carl was like an open book, you thought. It was just always so easy to figure out exactly what he was thinking. Or, more likely, you just knew him a little too well.

You shake your head, your hands inching up to stroke through your boyfriend’s brown locks, “You don’t have to cut it if you don’t want to, you know? She can’t make you”. You smile at him, leaning down to kiss him, “I think the long hair looks good on you, anyway”.

Carl laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you toward him. You give in, letting your body slot against his, and your head coming down to rest on his chest. Like this, you can hear the gentle thumping of his heartbeat. For a while, neither one of you speak. The only sounds in the room are your soft breaths and the distant voices that drift in from outside through the open window. You allow your eyelids to slip shut, fully enjoying the peace of this moment.

Below you, Carl takes in a shaky breath. “It reminds me of my mom,” he softly tells you.

You let out an inquisitive hum, giving him the freedom to elaborate.

“She cut my hair for me back at the quarry. It was right after my dad found us again, remember?” he says, waiting for you to nod before continuing, “she used to do that for me all the time, even before all the walkers and stuff. She’d sit me down on the porch steps and just start chopping away at me. I used to hate it”.

You laugh, finding it surprisingly easy to imagine Lori struggling to keep a tiny Carl sitting still for long enough to finish a haircut.

“It’s just—”, he continues, his voice heavy with unshed tears, “It’s just that she told me that, one day, I’d be wishing that she could cut my hair for me again. And she was right”.

His arms wrap around you tighter, and you feel him shake with the effort it takes to not cry. You allow him his comfort for a bit, not daring to move except for where your hand has come up to rub his arm through the worn fabric of his shirt. You’re well aware of the fact that Carl hates it when people see him cry. You know that it makes him feel weak and vulnerable. Still, when you begin to hear the sobs rack through his body, you cannot help but untangle yourself from his arms so that you can sit up straight. You swing your leg over his hip, now sitting down on his lap. You lean your head down to meet his, your foreheads resting against one another. Carefully, you wipe the tears away from where they have begun to run down his flushed red cheeks.

“You’re allowed to miss her,” you softly say, “and you’re allowed to grieve her. But please, talk to me about it. You can’t keep pushing it all down until it explodes out of you. You’ll just hurt yourself doing that. You can share your pain with me, I’m here for you”.

At this point, Carl’s breathing has evened out a little. He shoots you a watery smile, leaning up to kiss you deeply and full of emotion. “You’re right,” he gives in, “I’ll be better. I’ll try”.

The smile you give him is warm, and full of love. You lay yourself down again, once more pressing the full weight of your body down onto Carl. You know that there is still a long way to go. But, with Carl’s steady heartbeat in your ear, his warm body pressed against yours, and the smell of clean laundry still wafting through the room, you allow yourself the benefit of the doubt. You’ll be okay. Both of you will be.

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 9 months

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close to home | chapter forty two

plot: the reader watches her friends die

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,347 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, character deaths A/N: thank you for reading!!!

Your eyes locked with Daryl’s across the lineup, and you could see he was badly hurt. Shot, it looked like, and it made you want to throw up. You were too far away from him to see his eyes, but you knew they’d been on you since you were on the ground.

The rest of your family looked as bad as him. Glenn, Rosita, Daryl, and Michonne were all across from you. They looked like they’d been through hell. Then there was Abraham, Maggie, Rick, and Sasha. The closest to you were Aaron, Carl, and then Eugene.

There was something wrong with Maggie; you prayed it wasn’t the baby.

That was all you had time to take in before Negan approached you and lifted your chin with the bat. You felt it dig into your chin, but to your surprise, it was almost gentle.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt this pretty young woman. In fact, I made her dinner!” Negan exclaimed. “And she was such a wonderful guest.”

When he stepped away, you let out the breath you were holding in and looked at Daryl. You gave him a slight nod, trying to tell him you were okay. That you were okay with you about to die, and that he would be okay too. But a nod couldn’t say all that.

You were shaking as Rick was pointed out as the leader, and for the first time, you realized that Negan might not kill you. He might choose someone else. The Negan you met before was gone and was replaced with this sadistic asshole who seemed to be getting off on what was happening.

Negan went through his new rules. Alexandria now belonged to him. You all belonged to him. And everything you would do, it would be for him.

You couldn’t take your eyes away from your family the entire time. You did your best to memorize everyone’s faces, everyone that you love. You hoped and prayed that Negan would pick you. That he would kill you so they would live. But as Negan kept talking, you didn’t think that was true.

When Negan stopped at Maggie, you felt like you would be ill.

“Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now,” Negan said, gearing up to take a swing.

“No!” Glenn yelled, breaking from the lineup. He had almost reached Negan before Dwight got to him, forcing him to his knees and beating him.

You closed your eyes and tried your hardest to keep tears from spilling. You could hear Maggie screaming.

“Nope, nope. Get him back in line. All right, listen,” Negan began as you opened your eyes. “Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’s free. It’s an emotional moment, I get it.”

You were shaking harder, and you looked across to Daryl. There was nothing you wanted more in the world than to be with him right now. You wished you were back home in Alexandria, curled up in his bed. You cried at the thought of it.

The monster in front of you continued to verbally assault the group and smiled through it all. You felt like you were going to throw up and tried not to.

When that dreaded moment came, and you knew Negan was gearing up to kill somebody, you prayed it would be you. You wanted to beg Negan for it.

But when Negan picked Abraham, your body froze, and you couldn’t get those words out. And when the bat came down, it verbalized into a scream as you watched your friend go down.

You physically winced each time the bat came down again and again, even after Abraham’s skull was obliterated and there was nothing left but brain matter on the ground. Through thick tears, you watched it all. You couldn’t look away.

“Oh my goodness,” Negan laughed after it was done. “Look at this! You guys, look at my dirty girl.”

You wiped tears away from your eyes and glared at Negan, watching him laugh about what he just did. What he just took away from you all. You watched as he taunted Rosita, and your heart ached at your friend.

But then Negan turned towards you, and he actually smiled at you as he walked over, swinging the bat in his hand. Blood splattered across your face, and you flinched at the contact.

“(Y/N), (Y/N, (Y/N)...” Negan trailed off, “I told you I can’t let that happen, didn’t I?” He asked.

Your mind brought you back to the conversation you had, and you looked up at him with every ounce of hatred and watched as he squatted in front of you.

“Come on, baby, don’t look at me like that,” Negan said, reaching out to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear.

You heard Daryl yell before you saw him move. But he didn’t make it halfway to you before he was pinned down by Dwight and two men you didn’t know.

“No!” Negan yelled, standing and swinging the bat, narrowingly missing your head. “Oh, no. That-- that is a no-no!” He said.

Your fingers trembled as they curled into the dirt below you, and you looked at Daryl pinned to the ground. You couldn’t find your voice. It was stuck deep inside you, and you couldn’t pull it out.

“Looks like I got a bit of competition, huh, boys?” Negan laughed with his men. “I guess I gotta take care of it.”

And it was right there that you found your voice.

“No!” You screamed. “No. P-please, no,” You cried.

Negan looked at you for a long moment before sauntering over. “Come on, baby, I gotta do something. I can’t let that slide.” You knew he was taunting you. Just like he did at dinner.

“Don’t kill him, please. I’ll do anything,” You said to the man.

“Anything, huh?” Negan asked, rubbing his beard. He glanced back at the men holding Daryl down. “Put him back in line.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and watched them drag Daryl back, but it hitched when you saw Negan approach Daryl. “You’re lucky I’m a sucker for such a beautiful girl.” Negan let out a loud sigh and looked around the lineup. “So… back to it.”

“No!” You screamed in horror as the bat landed on Glenn’s skull. “No,” You cried.

All you could hear was the sickening crunch of the bat and Maggie screaming. You blocked everything else out. You couldn’t hear anything but that as you watched, Negan beat the man who had become your brother to death.

Your fingers curled around your legs, body shook, like it didn’t know how to react. Like you physically didn’t know how to react.

You felt like you were losing consciousness like you were seeing everything from another point of view. And it all faded away when a gun was pressed against your skull, and Rick was dragged away. You didn’t hear anything. You didn’t see anything.

You didn’t know the sun came up, and you didn’t know Rick and Negan came back. Your body was a prison to your mind.

But then you heard one of the only things that could drag you back out.

“Kid…”

Your eyes moved to your right, and you watched Carl stand up and approach Negan. You started shaking your head, willing your body to let you speak, but it was like it could only watch. Even when Rick was about to take Carl’s arm, it wouldn’t let you speak.

But finally, finally, your body and mind connected when Negan said your name. “Load up (Y/N) in the truck. Time to collect on anything.”

Arms wrapped around you, and you thrashed. “No! No! Daryl!” You screamed, fighting with every ounce of strength you had left. But then another one grabbed your kicking legs, and you knew it was pointless.

Everything was now pointless.

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 9 months

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Words: 3,772 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: language, violence, gore, angst A/N: This is the final part of the Return series. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. It's always bittersweet when a series ends, but it opens the door for what's next. Summary: Daryl, Y/N, and the survivors of the raid on Meridian return home to Alexandria.

“Hey. Y/N,” Daryl’s gentle voice nudged you awake. You thought perhaps he pressed a kiss to the top of your head too, but if he did it was so gentle you may have entirely imagined it. “‘M sorry to wake ya.”

You stirred against his shoulder and blinked your eyes open. Even the diffuse, cloudy light made your head throb. The pounding in your head intensified and the pain in your face and body resurfaced as consciousness flooded back, but seeing and feeling Daryl beside you seemed to lessen it the next moment.

“Ya’ve been out quite a while,” he murmured. You could feel the deep reverberation of his words in his broad chest and they were woven with worry. “Ya should have some water and somethin’ to eat. Sorry,” he said again. He was loathe to wake you from what had seemed a peaceful sleep. Your body had grown heavy as soon as you’d settled in the wagon, finally giving up the last bit of fight you had left in you after the events in Meridian.

“It’s alright,” you said, straightening as best you could. Your body ached and stabbed with pain but you did your best to move without betraying it. Daryl was worried enough already. “I could eat a little I suppose.”

Daryl reached into a nearby basket of apples and selected a particularly shiny red one, offering it to you. “What about you?” you asked, accepting it. “Have you eaten?”

“Nah. Ain’t hungry,” he said dismissively.

“Daryl,” you said, disbelief in your tone. “Share this with me at least.” You glanced around the packed wagon at all the goods that would soon feed Alexandria. “There’s plenty here. And we’ll make another trip soon for the rest. You need to eat something too.”

Studying your face, beneath the bruises and swelling which made his heart ache with regret and rage, he saw genuine worry and he gave in. “Alrigh’,” he said, smiling a little. “As long ya ain’t got cooties,” he joked, attempting to cheer you from your anxiety. It worked. You smiled at him despite how it tweaked the injuries on your face.

“Cooties?” you asked before taking a bite of the apple. You glanced over your shoulder at Gabriel and Negan on the driver platform and then lowered your voice. “I think you’ve already got mine if I have them.” You settled against him again, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

“I s’pose that’s true.” He held up his canteen and offered it to you. “Kinda hopin’ you’ll dose me with some more, now that ya mention it... Whenever you’re feelin’ up to it, that is.” His hand landed gently on your thigh and the touch inflamed the little fire you carried for him in your heart. You took a deep drink from his canteen and nodded.

“As soon as I can,” you said softly. Your hand landed lightly over his on your leg.

But the lighthearted moment passed and Daryl’s eyes were roaming over your face. You turned a little to meet them again. “How are ya feelin’?” he asked. There was something that sounded almost like a deep ache in his voice. Every part of him wanted to take away your pain, take away your wounds, and put it on himself. What you’d gone through—for him, for the community you’d barely been a part of, he didn’t have words to describe how grateful he was for all of it, and how regretful at the same time.

“I’m okay,” you said, ducking your gaze.

“Y/N… C’mon. Dun bullshit me,” he drawled.

You gulped and met his eyes again, nodding. “Well, every part of me had the shit kicked out of it from Carver or Leah or both. So… pretty shit physically,” you said with a dry laugh. And honestly—mentally, I’m—I’m a bit up and down,” you admitted.

Daryl frowned and the creases on his forehead grew deeper. His hand on your leg moved up and down slightly, comfortingly.

“It’s just—fighting like that, Carver and—,” you touched the deep bruising on your neck absently and Daryl felt another swell of fury before you went on, “and having a shotgun trained on my chest—” you broke off for a moment, struggling to clear the lump in your throat enough to talk, “brings up some bad, distant and not-so-distant memories.”

Daryl nodded. “Ya wanna tell me ‘bout ‘em or—”

Your eyes dropped again and you shook your head, the corners of your mouth pulling downward and drawing into a frown. “Not right now. Sometime though, I will. Or you’ll read about them in my journal.” You considered him thoughtfully for a moment. Your voice was low and soft when you spoke again. “I’m sure you’re going through the same thing with whatever they put you through, whatever tests, whatever… awful fucking shit they made you do.”

Daryl’s gaze dropped and you saw him gulp.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered to him, pressing a cool hand to clasp his face. “Look at me, Daryl. It’s not your fault. You didn’t have a choice.”

He shook his head, his blue eyes a little glassy. “I keep thinkin’ maybe I shoulda done the whole thing different… maybe I shoulda just—fuckin’ killed all of ‘em as soon as I had the chance. I shoulda put a bolt in the back of their skulls as soon as I was outta that cage. Pope, Carver… her. I was bein’ selfish tryin’ to save my own ass and—maybe tryin’ to see some good in her that wasn’t really there.”

“You weren’t being selfish. You weren’t at all,” you reassured him, your heart aching. “And looking for the good in people? Daryl, that’s one of your best qualities. Despite all the fucking shit you’ve been through, the fact that you still do that is incredible. It’s part of the reason I fell in love with you in the first place. And this? We couldn’t have done it without you. All this food that’s going home to feed our kids… we wouldn’t have pulled it off without you. They probably would’ve caught all of us just trying to get inside the walls.”

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip for a long moment, but finally nodded. “We made it. We’re goin’ home,” he finally drawled. He wrapped his arm around you again. “Now, c’mon. Eat.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you shared the crisp apple, savoring the sweetness and peace of the moment with a satisfying soundtrack of the horses’ hooves. You were safe. You were again together. The Reapers were gone. Leah, whatever she’d been to Daryl once, whoever she was, was irrelevant. You had food for back home. You could rest. You could fall into life together.

At length, Dayrl spoke again. “I gotta ask ya somethin’,” he said suddenly.

“Hmm?”

“Before, ya said ya thought somethin’ was wrong back home.” The worry had returned and settled heavily on his brow. “What’d ya mean by that?”

You sighed, nodding. “It’s just—a feeling. Mother’s intuition maybe. I’m not sure.” Another moment passed, but with more tension. “How far are we?” you asked.

“Not far now,” Daryl replied. “Couple miles I think. Ya slept most of the way. S’good. Ya needed to. Especially if—if somethin’ is wrong when we get back home.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. You watched the arches of tree branches overhead. The gentle rocking of the wagon could have lulled you back into another heavy sleep if you weren’t so aware now of how close you were to seeing DJ and the rest of your found family again. “Do you ever—” you broke off, wondering how to voice this fear that seemed so part of you now that it was etched on your ribs. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be done fighting, if there will ever be anything like peace and rest again. Real rest. And if there is, what if I don’t know how to just… be anymore?” You glanced up at his face, a questioning expression, but one glance at your eyes showed Daryl the turmoil and disquiet that accompanied this thought.

Daryl lifted a hand to brush the back of his fingers lightly against your cheek, a tender touch that was almost involuntary. “Every day is a fight now against somethin’, seems like. Shit, we just finished the war with the Whisperers and then you and Maggie show up with them stories ‘bout the Reapers and…” he trailed off. “I dunno. S’a fight against somethin’ always—hunger, sickness, the dead or the living… but if I didn’t believe there would eventually be some kinda rest or peace thrown in, somethin’ worth fightin’ for, I woulda opted out a long fuckin’ time ago. There’s plenty to fight, but we fight it for the right reasons.”

Your eyes flickered between his. “What’s it look like?”

“Hmm?”

You settled back in against him. “This peaceful life… tell me about it. Please? What does it look like?”

Daryl was silent for a minute or two. It felt like a long time. Then, his hand gave your leg a gentle squeeze. “If ya’d asked me just a short time ago,” he shrugged. “I dunno if I coulda answered. But now… it looks like this,” he drawled. His voice softened and was hardly above a whisper. “You and me. Together.”

Daryl watched you smile at him and tears brimmed in your eyes. Your heart swelled.

“It looks like me sneakin’ out to hunt ya some breakfast while ya sleep in our bed… sunlight bouncin’ off your bare skin as it comes through a crack in the curtains. It looks like Jude and RJ, Hershel, Gracie, and DJ growin’ up together with space to run around, food on the table every night. It looks like you waitin’ for me on the couch with a cup of tea late at night, just wearin’ one of my old flannels and those big wool socks ya used to like that are way too big for ya. It’s hot showers together, where I can’t keep my damn hands off ya.” Daryl had leaned his head back against the wagon behind him, his blue eyes gazing up toward the sky and fingers of the trees as if he was reading this future in them. You leaned into him and kissed his neck just below his jaw and then his lips when he turned to look at you again.

Your eyes were still sparkling with tears, crinkled at the corners in a smile. “That’s everything I want,” you breathed.

Daryl took your hand and kissed the underside of your wrist. “Then you’ll have it,” he said, nudging his nose up in a nod.

Suddenly, Gabriel was turning around from the driver’s platform. “Daryl…” There was trepidation in his voice.

You and Daryl both turned and your eyes fixed on a column of smoke rising from the direction of home. Daryl was on his feet and then reaching for his crossbow. Your stomach plummeted like a lead anchor had been attached and pushed into deep water.

“No… the kids,” you said in a low voice.

Daryl gulped. “Let’s just wait. We dunno anythin’ yet. We dun know…” but his heart was hammering wildly in his chest. Putting a hand on the edge of the wagon, he vaulted himself out onto the road, landing heavily on his boots.

You moved to follow him, but he spun. “No. Y/N,” he said, shaking his head. “Stay in the wagon. Ya ain’t in no shape for this. Just lemme protect ya for once.”

Waiting for your home to come into view, knowing that at least something was burning was absolutely excruciating. Your eyes stayed fixed ahead. When the gate finally came into view, you were at least somewhat relieved to see Carol and Jerry standing on the watch platform.

Daryl, who was walking in front of the wagon, glanced back at your over his shoulder and gave you a stiff nod. Carol and Jerry hurried to meet you, swinging the gate open wide for the wagon to roll in. Carol grabbed Daryl into a tight hug immediately and then followed him over the back of the wagon where you were making your way through the piled stacks of supplies.

“Jesus,” Carol muttered under her breath to Daryl, watching you move gingerly and easily seeing the bruising and swelling on your face and neck. “What the hell did you guys go through? And so few of you…”

Daryl nodded and stepped forward to help you down, taking your hand and contemplating just scooping you up for a moment. But you were too quick and landed on your feet.

“Hiya, Carol,” you said, through a wince you were trying your hardest to hide.

“Jesus, Y/N,” she murmured, rushing to embrace you. “What did they do to you?” she asked, pulling back to examine your injuries. She spun around. “Daryl, take her straight to your house and get her in bed. I can come by with some supplies to help patch her up.”

“Carol—”

“She needs rest and water and some of my special poultice for those bruises and cuts,” Carol said. Her eyes drifted down to your blood-stained clothes. “God, what the hell happened here?”

“Carol—” you said again.

She tried to lift your shirt up to examine your side but you stopped her with a gentle hand. “Carol!”

Her light blue eyes met yours. “Where is my son?” you asked, a shake in your voice.

Carol sighed. “He’s safe. He’s fine.” She looked at Daryl. “All the kids are fine.”

“What the hell happened?” Daryl drawled, taking his place beside you again. “This all from the storm?”

Carol nodded. “Yeah. Wall came down, walkers flooded in. Windmill caught fire. Flood of water… It was like something out of the fucking Old Testament,” she said, glancing around at the destruction.

“Good thing we don’t believe in that then,” you said, giving her a tight smile.

Carol nodded and gave you a worried look. “Hershel and DJ… They got cornered by walkers trying to get to Jerry’s house. With Dog’s help, the two of them held them off and kept RJ safe.

Your hand flew to your mouth. “Oh my God.”

“And Jude and Gracie had their own adventure,” Carol said, a harried expression on her face. “But they’re okay. RJ was with Rosita the whole time. They’re all fine.” Her eyes landed on the bruises on your neck and her expression darkened. “I hope whoever did that to you is fucking dead,” she said, her jaw, tensing. You only nodded.

“He is.” Daryl moved closer to you and his hand landed lightly on your lower back.

Carol’s face softened again. “I mean it, Daryl. Get her cleaned up as best as you can and then to bed. I’ll come by with the—”

“UNCLE DARYL!”

The sound of pounding feet, punctuated by barks and bounding paws, hammered toward you.

“Hey! C’mere!” Daryl yelled back, grinning as he watched Jude and RJ barreling toward him with Dog in front. They collided into him and nearly knocked him over. He wrapped them in a big bear hug and then held them at arm’s length to inspect them. “Ya okay? Yer good?” he asked, smoothing a hand over RJ’s hair. “C’mere.” He hugged them again, with Dog bouncing around them barking happily, but you saw that his eyes were fixed up the road. And then yours were too. Two more figures were running full speed toward you.

“Mom! Mom!” DJ was in the lead with Hershel on his heels. Maggie took off running to meet Hershel and you barely were holding back tears as DJ skidded to a stop in front of you. His shoes slid in the dirt as he saw the injuries on your face, his expression going slack suddenly. But you’d dropped to a knee and thrown your arms around him the next second, hugging him tightly into you.

“Hi, buddy,” you managed through the tightness in your throat. He hugged you back gently, obviously conscious of what shape you appeared to be in. You pulled back and clasped his face in both hands. “You’re okay? You’re alright?” you asked urgently. “Carol said you fought off walkers!”

DJ just nodded, his eyes wandering over your face. “Yeah. I’m okay. Mom—are you okay?”

You swiped a tear from your cheek. “Fine. I’m just fine. I just need some rest, that’s all. It’s nothing.”

Daryl stopped beside you and was peering down at his son. “Is she okay?” DJ asked him, his expression full of worry.

Daryl considered the question thoughtfully for a moment. “Yer mom fought like hell to get back to ya. And she took a bit of hurt… but she’s the strongest person I know. She’s gonna be just fine in no time.”

You straightened up and gave Daryl a soft look, almost overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions washing over you.

Then Daryl ducked his head, and bent down to DJ’s level. “‘M sorry I couldn’t stop her from gettin’ hurt. I ain’t doin’ such a good job at my promise so far,” he drawled.

Your brow contracted in a question and your mouth opened to reassure Daryl, but DJ beat you to it.

“Dad,” DJ said suddenly. Daryl was stunned to hear his son address him that way. It put him off-balance for a long moment. His eyes snapped back to his son’s. “Those people—the ones who destroyed our last home… they’re the ones who hurt Mom?” he asked.

Daryl nodded, swallowing at the lump in his throat. “Yeah, bud. They are.”

“But—it’s over, right? They can’t get us anymore.”

Daryl put a gentle hand on DJ’s shoulder. “It’s over. Ain’t no more of ‘em left.”

DJ took this in for a moment in silence and then glanced back up at his father. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s not your fault Mom got hurt. I’m just—I’m glad you’re both back,” he said.

Daryl swallowed back some emotion and nodded, gently clasping a hand to DJ’s earnest face. “We’re back. Yer stuck with us,” he drawled.

At that, DJ smiled.

Carol, who had been watching the reunion with tears of her own, finally burst forward. “Daryl—I’m sorry to interrupt again but Y/N needs a real meal and rest.”

“Would ya quit pesterin’ me?” Daryl said good-naturedly, rising to his feet again, shooting a smirk at his best friend. “I know how to take care of my own damn woman. Oh—that is… uhh—” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and looked over at you with wide-eyes.

“I KNEW IT!” Judith shouted from beside RJ. “I knew it!” she said again, bouncing happily. “You two are in love!”

From his place leaning on the cart next to Lydia, Negan let out a deep, satisfied laugh. “Damn right you knew it, Jude. And just for the record—I did too.”

You rolled your eyes at Negan. “Cat’s out of the bag, I guess,” you said with a laugh, your cheeks blushing red. You looked at bright-eyed Judith. “You knew it. You were right. Now get over here and give me a hug.” She and RJ both did, gently and sweetly.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Can I do anythin’ else for ya?” Daryl asked from his seat on the edge of the bed.

“Yes,” you replied. The house was dark and still. The kids were all sleeping in the other room. Daryl’s features flickered in the light and shadow of the candles lit on the bedside table.

“Name it,” he said.

“Stop worrying so much, first of all. Secondly,” you paused and bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him. “Get in bed with me right now please.” Your lips curved in a soft smile and Daryl’s heart skipped a beat.

“I can give ya one out of the two.” He threw the quilt back and slipped into bed beside you, gently covering you over again. You reached for him and rested your hand on the curve of his neck. Your eyes were still smiling. He moved closer into your body.

“I’ll take it,” you said softly. Your eyes flickered over his handsome face. “I need you to do something for me tomorrow evening.”

“Anythin’,” Daryl said, brushing a stray strand of hair off your bruised and battered face. His heart ached every time he looked at the bruises marking your skin.

“After the kids go to bed, I need you to find me one of your old flannels and those wool socks. And I need you to make me a cup of tea,” you said.

Daryl smiled. Just a little one, but one that touched the corners of his blue eyes and sent them sparkling. “We startin’ that life then?” he drawled.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Right now.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait,” Daryl drawled.

“Me either.”

Daryl leaned in and kissed you with the same heat as the very first time you’d kissed all those years ago back at the farm, just a couple of kids sitting on rounds of wood with lightning practically crackling in the air between you. He kissed you the way he had when you’d first exchanged “I love you’s” at the prison, and with the weightiness of everything when you were reunited after it fell. He kissed you with the same exact yearning and fire as he had when you’d seen the tattoo of your initials in the center of his chest, that night after the run at the base. He kissed you the way he had when he’d told you that he’d never fallen out of love with you, that he’d carried that flame for you all of the ten years you’d been apart… and that’s how you knew he’d kiss you that way for the rest of your lives, your new lives.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

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A Hundred Golden Urns - part iii

Pairing: Luke Castellan x unclaimed demigod (Alexandria)

Summary: Luke takes it upon himself to mentor an unclaimed camper

Warnings: none I think, if you find any please do let me know!

Part 1 here! Part 2 here!

Summer faded quickly, replaced by a brisk orange autumn. The camp stayed temperate, much to Alex’s surprise; the only hint that winter was on its way was the view of the forest beyond the camp boundary, turning more brown each day. She was grateful for the good weather, sparring would have been even harder in the rain and snow.

Luke had stayed true to his word; they’d trained every day from sun up to sun down, until they were both exhausted and cramping in every possible muscle. They’d do their chores in the evening, whilst the other remaining campers had their down time. He would keep her occupied with stories from his first years at camp, or tell her about the quests he hoped to go on one day. Most of his stories involved him narrowly escaping something thrown by Clarisse, or him just making it back into camp before the harpies found out he’d snuck off to the city.

The campers that remained had teased him endlessly at first. He’d been spending every hour of the day with her; Chris had even complained that he’d hear them talking way into the night on the steps of cabin 11, ruining his ‘beauty sleep’. He knew they were confused as to why he was putting in so much effort for an unclaimed camper who may not stick around and he’d tried not to let it bother him.

But it had stopped bothering him after two weeks.

Luke had risen early and realised he’d slept through the night. With a start he’d leaped from bed and out into camp, noting her bed laying empty in the cabin. He’d been about to call for Chiron and report a missing camper when he heard the sound of laughter, her laughter, from the pavilion.

There she was. Sat at table 11 peeling an orange, like it was something she did every morning. The Stoll brothers sat beside her, telling her some outrageous tale from their childhood that had her giggling into her peel. She looked up and caught his eye, and he tried not to let the surprise show on his face when she beckoned him over. He’d sat down on the bench to her right and they’d shared her orange for breakfast.

They did the same the next day, and the next, and the next. His worries about her not settling in seemed to disappear in an instant. Alex appeared at every breakfast, lunch and dinner; except for the rare times he found her asleep in the cabin after practice. He never woke her, just covered her with her blanket and slipped some bread rolls onto her nightstand.

The following week she started spear training with Clarisse, who had taken a liking to her at once when she’d realised she could teach another camper everything she knew from scratch, without that camper ever arguing back. She also took up archery with the Connor, who had come to Luke to make sure it was okay for him to ‘steal his girl’ in the afternoons. He found himself finding it hard to say yes, but had anyway; which is how he found himself as a spectator at the edge of the shooting range almost every day, trying to stay out of sight.

When he watched her train with the other campers he’d think on the little things she’d revealed in their weeks of conversations. He knew her favourite books, the music she liked to listen to, what dinners she preferred and which she’d happily chuck in the fire. He’d snatched up each bit of information and tucked it away for safe keeping. He’d tried to press for more useful things, things that might reveal where she’d come from. Things that might reveal who she might’ve come from. But she was still holding those cards close to her chest; when he asked a more probing question she’d shut him down instantly, or suddenly have somewhere else to be. The days he’d press too much were the days he’d hear her up in the middle of the night again, and he’d lay awake in his guilt until the morning.

Alex had seen Luke watching her practice sessions each day. Though he tried to stay out of sight, he wasn’t exactly subtle. He’d eye her footwork with such scrutiny during her sparring with Clarisse that it was almost impossible to ignore. She could sense him itching to get down into the ring and point out all her wrong moves.

Archery practice was no better. She could practically see the holes he bore into the side of Connor’s head, and she could feel them in the back of her own.

‘Don’t let him distract you.’ Connor had whispered in her ear when he noticed her lack of concentration. ‘He’s no good at archery, he’s coming down hear to see how badly you’ve got him beat.’

She’d laughed at that, loud and unrestrained; and Luke had found himself wishing that Connor didn’t exist.

October came and went, and though Alex showed promise of becoming an excellent camper, there had been no signs of her being claimed. Not that Luke really even knew what he should be looking out for. The gods tended to act on impulse, with little regard for the feelings of their children. He’d tried to tell her as much, but he knew it was hard to hear. She’d nodded and given a little ‘sure’, then taken herself off to the lake.

He rarely followed. He tried to give her space unless she’d made it clear she wouldn’t mind his company. On the days he did accompany her to the jetty, they’d sit in comfortable silence ; or at least she would, whilst he talked about his day or counselling duties. More often than not he’d just stay in the cabin, lying awake until he heard the door creak open and her feet tiptoeing in. That day however, he’d found it impossible not to go after her.

‘It’s normal you know,’ he said, plopping himself down beside her. ‘This stuff can take years. There’s no rush to become a Hercules. Most hero’s meet tragic ends anyway, you’re safer staying as you are. At least no one can send you on some doomed quest.’

She didn’t take her eyes off the lake, just replied, ‘And how do you know that’s what I’m thinking about?’

‘I don’t, just a wild guess. I know if I was unclaimed I’d be thinking about it everyday- hell, I did. But if not, then do enlighten me, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?’

She kicked water at him from where her legs dangled, sending a shower of droplets onto his lap. He couldn’t help but notice the water had travelled in a perfect arc, when she’d barely skimmed the surface.

‘Flattery will get you nowhere Castellan.’

‘Is it flattery if it’s true?’ He grinned, kicking water back at her. His splash went nowhere, landing harmlessly on the wood of the jetty. He edged slightly closer, hoping she wouldn’t notice his movements.

She caught them immediately, and he was relieved to see a little smile on her face. He lifted one leg from the water so he could turn and face her fully.

‘What are you thinking about, really?’ Luke dared.

He didn’t think she’d reply as she pulled her legs up and tucked them beneath her; he had his arm ready to reach out and grab her ankle in case she tried to get up. But she just tucked some hair behind her ear and sighed, ‘I’m thinking, this might be my home for a long time.’

Her Home. He hadn’t expected that, and it must’ve shown on his face because she was looking at him strangely. He righted himself quickly. ‘And would that be so bad?’

She let her body turn so she was facing him, and he had to hold his breath at the look she was giving him, assessing. ‘No, not bad.’ She smiled, and he hoped it was him she’d thought of when she came the that conclusion. ‘It’s just different, I miss things from my old life.’

‘Like what? Tell me something you miss and I bet you we can get it in here. I’m a very good smuggler.’

She laughed, ‘I don’t mean things in that sense Castellan, though I don’t doubt you could smuggle a giraffe in here if you tried. I mean I miss things I’d do or places I could go, I even miss the bad weather, I miss seeing normal people doing normal things.’

He understood her more than he’d like to admit. Camp was wonderful, it was his home and it had protected him at a time when he thought everything was lost for good; but he also knew it could grow stuffy if you never left, it was hard not to get restless when you saw the same people everyday for years. Every now and then he’d reach boiling point and would beg Chiron to let him leave for an hour, or two. He’d never go far; just far enough to stop hearing Mr D’s voice ringing in his ears.

He turned a gave her one of his signature smirks, a true son of Hermes smirk. ‘I have an idea.’

‘We should prepare some funeral pyres then, if you’re thinking at least 3 campers are going to die.’

‘Oh very funny,’ Luke mocked, and reached down into the lake far enough to send an entire handful of water at her. It didn’t hit the jetty this time. ‘Would you like to hear it or not?’

Alex brushed water droplets off her cheeks, laughing, ‘okay I’m sorry, go ahead.’

‘Me. You. The big city. Tomorrow. I’ll ask Chiron tonight, I’ll say I’m picking up some camp supplies for Christmas.’

‘Don’t we just get everything magically delivered anyway?’ She interjected.

‘And this is why you make a terrible accomplice, much too honest.’ He sighed, ‘live a little pretty girl, try not to be such a good person for just one day, I promise it’ll be worth it.’

She blushed at his words but replied, ‘alright pretty boy, let’s get out of here.’

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Hi! Happy new year 😊 It just struck me you're a voracious reader with (I think) quite a few romance novels under your belt and a talent for writing romance yourself, so I come begging a favour for the beginning of the year: if I wanted to read the most fun and indulgent and giggle-inducing romance in 2024, what would you you recommend? I'm hoping for something not only well-written, but triumphantly and unapologetically in its genre, if that makes sense. Thank you so much for taking the time to read (let alone answer!) this ask!

Oh friend, I love reading romance novels, please, buckle in, let's have some fun! You seem to be looking for the flavor that I tend to refer to as romps, as opposed to the more serious and dramatic or erotica-flavored romances, so let me give you a bit of a selection of those.

Contemporaries: Jennifer Crusie is the absolute master of banter, for all her best works are pretty old at this point! Bet Me and Faking It have aged the best in my opinion. I read Alexandria Bellefleur's The Fiancee Farce last year, and if you've ever read and enjoyed a "whoops, we have to get married for this clause in my relative's will" fanfic this one's for you. The Neighbor Favor by Kristina Forest was one of my favorite romances from last year, though it's a bit less bantery than these others. Oh! Talia Hibbert! Her Brown sisters books are a thing of beauty and a joy forever (Ravenswood is also good, but a bit more serious in tone and we're going for romps here). Jasmine Guillory is also worth a try, lots of fun if maybe a little less banter-focused. Oh! And a shoutout for two action romcoms I read this year, Partners in Crime by Alisha Rai and To Have and to Heist by Sara Desai.

Historicals: Tessa Dare loves a bantery romance, give The Duchess Deal a try on for size! Last year I read The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian, which was a joy, and I hear a lot of good about Sebastian's m/m books too, though I haven't been able to dive into them yet. Away from the romps, Mary Balogh is one of my all-time favorites (but start with her newer work, particularly the Survivors' Club series), I've been enjoying Christina Britton a lot lately, and Eva Ibbotson's books for older readers have my heart forever and always. (I feel like this section is reading less enthusiastic than the contemporaries, but it's just that I read so many historicals that it's hard to remember which book with Duke in the title stands out!) Oh! Ravishing the Heiress by Sherry Thomas somehow hits my loves perfectly, though again not a romp, I've got a rather graver taste in historicals. And Olivia Waite's sapphic historicals! The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics is the first one. And everyone recommends Courtney Milan, but The Duke Who Didn't is a true joy.

Fantasy: Fantasy romance is my genre crossover of the 2020s! It's my two favorite escapist genres mixed together, and when it hits the sweet spot it REALLY does. And my friend, I am looking you in the eyes and I am telling you to read T. Kingfisher's paladin books, starting with Paladin's Grace, if you have any interest at all in fantasy as a genre. (Fair warning: Kingfisher also writes horror, and takes great pleasure at least once per fantasy book of reminding you of that.) And now that I've given you the gateways, I'm also going to recommend you The Devotion of Delflenor by R. Cooper (it's not bantery, but I keep telling people, if you fall into my very specific sweet spot of having been in E/R fandom in 2013-2014 and having loved the Tortall books in your youth you NEED to read this, and even one or the other means you should, the pining is exquisite), The Sorceress Transcendent by Casey Blair, Olivia Atwater's Regency Faerie Tales series, and Troubled Waters by Sharon Shinn.

... Okay, you asked for one book and I gave you SO many. That is because romance has so many tones and moods and subgenres, and only you know which one is going to put the biggest smile on your face! Hopefully I have given you enough information to make the choice that is best and happiest for you.

#anonymous #answered asks #if anyone else wants some book recs for your 2024 lay your questions on me

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I know Barbatos is forbidden from using his power freely. But i can't help but imagine going on dates with him while travelling through the past and/or historical event. I wouldn't do anything but observe, nothing drastic that might change something in the future. Like visiting Library of Alexandria before it burned down or visiting the victorian era and going on art exhibitions, cycling, rowing, and horseracing.

Personally, i would love to travel back to the 1950s out of curiosity. Then go on typical 50s dates with Barbatos: Going to Drive in Movies to watch movies and to make out, Visiting rollerskating rinks, and visit a 50s drive-in, sipping milk-shakes and listening to songs on the Jukebox.

Travelling to and back to the past would also mean fitting in and not standing out to the crowd. So imagine Barbatos in completely different attire in each different Time period you visit!

So yeah, i know highly out of character since i doubt Barbatos would be down so easily to visit the past and the fact that he isn't allowed to use his powers so freely. Still, i'll keep on daydreaming about it.

Well, anon, while it's true that Barbatos won't use his time travel powers without permission from Diavolo, I do think he could figure out a way to make those experiences happen without actually traveling back in time. For instance, there's that one card where a book transports you into a different world. So why can't there be spells on books that are about human world history?

In fact, I kinda think that could be a fun trend that spreads through the Devildom. Like they make books with such spells on them specifically so that people can experience dates in different times and places.

Of course, if it was something like that then you could potentially go on such dates with any of the characters.

I also think that if you asked Diavolo, he'd give Barbatos permission to use his powers to take you on a date like that. I'm not sure how resistant Barb might be to it. He seems to have something that causes him to be careful about using those powers. But it's fun to think about what might happen if you and Diavolo kinda bullied him into it lol.

Whether or not he would actually do it, I think it's fun to daydream about it, too. Because you know Barb would look really good in some of those historical styles. Like I am truly enjoying Victorian era or even Edwardian era Barb... or if he was like 50s greaser style that'd be interesting, too! Classical Greece and he's in a toga, I'm just saying there are options!

In every time and place, though, you can be sure he'll be a perfect gentleman. I'm just imagining him in a car with you at a drive in movie, probably not even aware that humans would go to those things deliberately to make out. He picks up on it pretty quickly though and then teases you relentlessly because he thinks it's so cute. You'll be begging him to kiss you by the time he finally does. Needless to say, you miss the rest of the movie.

#I like all of your ideas anon #pretty sure I'd do a lot to see the library of alexandria #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #anon asks #misc answers

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NEGAN SMITH X READER // fluff |

IN THE GARDEN

[ TWD ] s9 themed

You went outside to the garden, and peered around for a familiar face.

Today, it was warm; the sun was out, and it was promising good growth for any crops throughout the day.

Everybody you ran into seemed to be in a good mood, for the most part. After all, mostly all of Alexandria was getting ready for a small get together tonight. It was just something the council had planned on for folk to hopefully brighten things up around there. You’ve all been through enough.

Your target was acquired; You spot a blue shirted man embedded within the gardening grounds. Negan was crouched down, picking out weeds and raking up any overgrowth. With his back turned to your front, you felt the curl of your lips lifting a sneaky thought into your mind.

Wouldn’t it be fun to just mess with him a little bit?

You trot your way up behind him, sneaking low to the ground, crouching behind a wheelbarrow. Slowly, you move closer, like a tiger after its prey. He didn’t make any notion that he saw or heard you yet, so this was definitely going to play out nicely.

Without a second thought, your body springs forward with the help of your back foot. You launch yourself onto his back and loop your arms around his upper shoulders and neck. His initial instinct would normally be to whip an intruder of space off of him— so that's exactly what he did.

"Shit!" He yelled, and you landed right on the grassy ground with a heavy thud. Laughter escapes your chest as you close your eyes up at the blue sky. A few passing others caught a glance at the two of you, and briefly ignored it, only giving off furrowed looks in return. Negan stares down at you with a mixture of confusion, and uneasiness. He should have known by now that he wasn’t safe behind these walls, and not just by the walkers.

"Y/N, what the hell. You out here trying to get me in trouble?" He asks, standing back to his full height. More laughter fits escape as you look up to his figure towering over your own. "Maybe."

The grass was warm, but you sat up from it anyway, dusting off any dirt or weeds from your pants.

He cracks a soft smile and looks around the area for signs of life. Nobody else had been passing through there now, so he ignores his garden duties for the moment. Negan leans against his shovel handle and shakes his head. "Well, you were close."

Your hands place on your hips and a smile takes over. "I bet I was."

"What are you doing out here anyway? Don't you have dead prick duty?" He asks. That's just another word for walkers. Your shoulder raises and drops. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd know I already finished my shift for the morning. I go back later tonight to keep guard again."

Subtly, he blinks his irritation at you.

"Sorry that I don't keep my eyes on you twenty four seven." He gives me a look. You ignore it.

"Keeping Michonne, and all the others here safe, huh?" Negan had leaned a little closer to you now, keeping his voice low. You raise your head slightly, faltering the smile you were wearing, a bit. "I'm keeping myself safe. We live here too, don't we?"

Negan makes a face. "We're prisoners. Not members of their happy little mountain club."

"That may be partially true, but when we get overrun, and they have to abort home, guess where we're still going to be?" You tilt my head. "In that prison."

Negan shakes his head at me. I frown.

"Wrong. They're stupid enough to let us free and go with them. It's part of their code, or something." He says, glancing around. “Then we’re the ones they use for bait.”

"Yeah- - they're stupid enough to let you free." A softer smirk dances across your lips now. His eyebrow raises in question. You shrug innocently, as well as you could anyway.

His quick hand reaches out to snatch your arm, but you dodge his playful grab just in time. "Gotta be quicker than that." Your words sneer at him.

Trotting over to the dirt path, away from the garden, you decide to stand there to use as a safe zone. He wasn't allowed to leave the garden grounds on duty, and if he's seen talking with anyone, he'll just get yelled at for it.

Negan glances around the area once again before letting his shovel drop, and take a few steps towards your lingering figure. Your eyes widen and you feel yourself backing up a few steps. "Don't be dumb."

Negan smiles all the same, though. He moves quick, and you don't catch on until it was too late. Two arms wrap around your torso and pull your frame into him. You can't help but laugh through the terror, as Negan scoops you up in a playful manner. "What's that about not being dumb?" He asks in your ear. His stubble brushes against your skin, and your instincts can’t help but to cringe at the sharp prickles against you.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." Your voice wobbles through more laughter. Negan carries your figure back to the garden grounds, away from the street, and your eyes land on the large pile of sloppy wet dirt he's been digging up from the ground. For some reason, he was bringing you closer to it.

Your body starts to squirm uncomfortably in his hold, and you had a sick feeling you knew what he was going to do. Your lips tug to a frown, warily. "No, no, no, wait, these pants are clean for once!" It's not like it really mattered during an apocalypse, but some things were still nice to treat with respect.

He chuckles deeply, bringing you closer to the messy pile, completely ignoring the calls of distress you make. You struggle through his grasp, kicking your feet, and wiggling your body.

"Negan, don't you dare!" You tried to stay sounding stern, but it was no use. He really didn’t take it seriously.

"Sorry, firecracker." He gives you that wicked smile you always liked a little too much, just before loosening his grip on your struggling figure. Your hands grasp onto him with quick reflexes, not allowing him to let your figure go yet.

You refuse to go down in some mud.

"No way! You're going down with me if you let me go," Your warning had little, if any, effect on him. "No I'm not." His voice was discomforted while trying to hold your dead weighting. As his grip loosens, your fingers tug on his shirt and bring him down to the ground right along with you. You warned him.

Your backside hits the pile in a splat, Negan falling right beside you. It actually got a laugh out of him— followed along with a disappointed groan now that the fall set in to his nerves.

"Yes you are." You say through a grin.

"Shit," He lays his head down and sighs heavily in defeat.

Laughter escapes your chest, giving his shoulder a hard smack. "Now look what you did." You laugh harder, rolling to the side.

Negan sits up and brushes himself off. You catch him chuckling as he looks down at your giggling frame. "Worth it."

#twd #twd negan #negan imagine #negan x reader #negan x y/n #Negan #negan smith #rick grimes #carl grimes #the walking dead

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Burned Turkey -Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 Day 15 - Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: This one-shot is part of @lilythemadqueen Fanfict Advent Calendar event. My prompt was “Did you burn the turkey?”

You looked out of the window of your Alexandria house, restless, as you had been doing several times a day for the last couple of days, waiting for Daryl to come back.

He’d gone out on a run with Aaron, not looking for people this time, neither for your regular supplies, but for Christmas supplies, of all things. Who could have thought that you’d be celebrating Christmas anymore…

Some people had the idea of holding a Christmas celebration, and Ezekiel seemed to be the leader of it, so he was hosting a celebration at the Kingdom in a couple of days. Anyone who wanted to go from Alexandria, Hilltop, and Oceanside was more than welcome, and so it had been more or less decided that everyone would be bringing something with them, food, decorations, anything Christmassy, to share together.

People weren’t expected to bring anything special or to go out of their way, it was mostly an occasion to come together, catch up, celebrate that you were still there, and enjoy each other's company. Nonetheless, Daryl and Aaron had announced they’d be going out on a run to see if they could find anything for the occasion.

You thought it was reckless and unnecessary, going out on a run just for that, with how dangerous it could be sometimes, and Michonne agreed with you, but Daryl and Aaron were not changing their mind…you knew they mostly did it for the kids, they wanted them to have the best Christmas possible, given the circumstances, and they had promised they’d be careful and wouldn’t take any risk…you hoped it was true, and that they’d be back today.

The kids were excited about Christmas, Daryl and Aaron were right on that, so even if you didn’t quite agree on going on a run to get stuff for it, you got why they wanted to do it. It was the first Christmas you all celebrated since the dead began walking, and it was the first Christmas for many of the kids…including your own.

You looked away from the window and to the toddler playing on the carpet with some hand-made construction blocks, oblivious to your restless energy, although you knew he missed Daryl, asking for his dada quite often.

Having a kid had been a way bigger surprise than the fact that you’d be celebrating Christmas with him, which was surprising enough. You had never expected to have a baby, given the world you now lived in, or had planned for it, and neither had Daryl, so the fact that you both would end up having a baby had been an unplanned and very unexpected surprise.

Not that you regretted it, though, you were enamored with your baby, and Daryl totally and absolutely adored him too, he was a devoted father and you couldn’t be more grateful and happy whenever you three were together.

It hadn’t been easy, though. When you found out you were pregnant, you had freaked out, pretty much panicked, terrified about everything that could go wrong, and even at just the idea of being a mother, without adding murderous corpses and dangerous people to the equation.

Daryl’d freaked out too, you knew he’d never thought he’d have a kid, no matter how good he was with them and how much he cared for them…you too knew how much he worried for the kids, how scared he was of something happening to them, and how it’d be the same, or worse, if having his own kid. You knew how his childhood had been, too.

So, you hadn’t been surprised at his shock, his fear, you knew he too would freak out…but you had been surprised at how he, somehow, seemed to deal with it better than you, to some extent at least. You knew it was for how freaked out, worried, and stressed you were, you could see Daryl trying to control himself so you wouldn’t freak out more, you knew how he’d tried to reassure you, instead of letting his fear take over him and take it out on you.

Still, whenever he thought you weren’t around, you had seen how terrified and insecure he too was feeling. But he’d always managed to be there for you anyway, trying to support you and reassure you, trying to make sure that you were always okay, healthy, and safe, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it.

Even now, after both you and the kid were healthy and safe during pregnancy and childbirth, there was still always the fear at the back of your mind of something happening to your kid, in this terrifying, dangerous world. You knew it was the same for Daryl too, that it scared him too. You both did the best you could to keep him safe, as did all your family, everyone looking out for each other, trying to keep each other and especially the kids safe, and you were more than grateful for the big, protective family that you had found.

Your kid had been lucky in the father department, you knew it, Daryl was great at it, a true natural…sometimes you were a bit jealous of it, always well-meaning, but you were trying your best too, even if sometimes you felt scared, insecure and lost…no matter that Daryl said it was the same for him, somehow he always seemed to manage to deal with it better than you.

You were resigned to waiting for Daryl another day, always fearing that something might have happened to him, when you caught sight of him riding his bike back home. You rushed up from the windowsill, your heart jumping in joy at him being back home safe.

“Look, Sam, Dad’s back!” You announced to your toddler, who looked up from the construction blocks and at you, already grinning at the mention of Daryl.

“Dada?”

“Yes!” You were grinning too. “Let’s go greet him!”

You picked up your toddler and rushed out of the door right when Daryl was dismounting his bike.

“Hi!! Welcome back!” You greeted, Sam trying to babble a hi and waving his tiny hand, and as always, it didn’t fail to make Daryl smile

“Hey,” he tried to hug you, minding Sam to not squeeze him and trying to hug you both at the same time, as always. “Hi, darlin’, are ya okay?” He kissed the forehead of your babbly, grinning toddler, and then smiled at you before kissing you. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, good as always.” You nodded, Daryl was the one taking risks outside, not you. “And you? Everything okay? Any problem?”

“Nah, we were fine,” Daryl told you. “Found some good stuff, and…look what I got.”

Daryl reached to take a bag from his bike, and you didn’t know what you expected he’d take from inside, but it was not the dead turkey that he showed you.

“You found a turkey?! Seriously?!” You didn’t even know there were wild turkeys around.

“Yeah, I hadn’t found one in years.” Daryl pushed the turkey back into the bag and hung it from his belt. “This little shit wasn’t easy to get.”

“But you did, and now we’re going to be the ones bringing the most Christmassy meal to Ezekiel's Christmas lunch.” You grinned and Daryl chuckled.

“We didn’t find much for decoration, but we found some of the stuff people asked for,” he kept explaining’. “And enough toys.”

“No trouble?” You raised a questioning eyebrow, as if you knew that Daryl would try not to worry you, but you wanted the truth.

“Nah, I told ya that we were fine.” Daryl gave you a dismissive shrug. “Just some walkers trapped inside a gift store at a gas station, we got rid of them..”

“You said you wouldn’t take risks for this, that sounds like taking risks,” you scolded him and Daryl rolled his eyes.

“It wasn’t, told ya the walkers were trapped and they were half-dried already.”

“If you say so…” You didn’t want to argue, though.

Sam kept babbling as Daryl and you talked, tugging at his clothes, and so you passed him to Daryl, who grinned as he held him.

“Come on…you have to rest, and I don’t care about all those things you’re going to tell me you need to do. Rest first,” you said firmly.

For a moment, it seemed Daryl might try to argue, but then he just smiled softly at you. He nodded, holding Sam with one arm so he could wrap the other around your shoulders, kissing the side of your head before walking with you into your home.

A couple of days later, you were getting everything ready to go to the Christmas lunch.

You had a couple of bags with some decorations and gifts, both handmade stuff and stuff found in runs, that you wanted to bring to the kingdom, and another bag with stuff for your toddler, that was probably a bit too full, and you were sure you were carrying things you wouldn’t need, but it was the first time you traveled with your kid, and you wanted to make sure that you had anything and everything that you could think of needing, and then something more, just in case.

Daryl was helping to get ready the wagons that would carry both the people who wanted to go to the Christmas celebration and the stuff Michonne wanted to trade with the Kingdom and Hilltop, and you were getting your toddler ready for when Daryl came to pick you both up on time to leave, while the turkey was finishing in the oven.

Sam was fussy and grumpy after having to wake up so early in the morning so you all could reach the Kingdom on time, and he’d also made a mess with his breakfast, so it took you to get him and you ready way more than you had expected.

When you began to walk down the stairs, Sam in your arms, an unpleasant smell coming from the kitchen hit your nose.

“No…no, no, no…” You muttered, carefully placing Sam on the living-room carpet near his construction blocks, before sprinting to the kitchen. “No..”

You opened the oven and were greeted by your fear when a puff of smoke left it, the unpleasant burnt smell stronger now, and you saw the turkey charred.

“Shit…shit, no…”

Out of instinct, you reached for the tray, almost burning your fingers and calling yourself a fool, and then grabbed the mitten and pulled out the tray before turning off the oven. Placing the tray on the counter, you looked at the charred turkey, devastated.

Daryl had found that turkey when those were so hard to find now, he’d never gotten one before, it was perfect for Christmas, and you had ruined it…you were just supposed to roast it, you’d followed every indication, but you had managed to burn it…

“Mama?” Your toddler called for you from the living room.

“In…in a second, sweetheart…”

To make it worse, you heard the front door unlocking and opening, and then Daryl’s voice.

“Hey, darlin’, what ya doin’ here, uh?” He was saying. “Did ya burn somethin’? Y/N, there’s somethin’ wrong?”

“He didn’t burn anything,” you said from the kitchen, your back to the door, teary eyes on the ruined turkey. “I did.”

Daryl’s footsteps approached the kitchen. “Did ya burn the turkey?” You nodded, sniffing and still not turning around to face Daryl. “Y/N?”

You forced yourself to turn around when Daryl called your name, swallowing hard. “I’m so sorry, Daryl.”

Daryl’s eyes widened as he looked at you, seeming confused and almost a bit panicked at the tears in your eyes and at how upset you were. “Y/N…hey, come on, why are ya cryin’?”

“Because I burned it,” wasn’t it obvious? “I ruined it…” Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Mama?” Sam, who was in Daryl's arms, seemed upset at seeing you crying and it only made you feel worse.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to worry you,” you sniffed.

“Yer cryin’ ‘cause the turkey?” Daryl said, passing you Sam so you could hold him, it wasn’t clear who was comforting whom. “Y/N, come on…it’s just a turkey, yeah?” He reached out, his rough fingers gentle as he caressed your tear-stained face.

“It’s not…it’s not just a turkey,” you sniffed. “It was the perfect meal for Christmas, and you hunted it and I know it wasn’t easy to get…but I ruined it, I just had to roast it, I had the timer ready and everything, and I burned it anyway…”

“Come on, ya know how many times I’ve burned squirrels on a campfire, uh?” Daryl tried to gently lift your head with his hand on your chin, and you shrugged.

“It’s not the same…”

Daryl let out a sigh, leaning to kiss your forehead and also stroking Sam’s hair at the same time, before he faced the turkey.

“I don’t even think it’s really burned…”

Daryl took his knife from his belt, instead of bothering to get a kitchen knife, he did it sometimes out of habit. He scraped the knife over one of the charred parts, and then carefully cut a piece.

“See…it’s just burned on the outside, the inside is good,” he pointed it to you. “We’ll cut the burned parts, it’s fine.”

You let out a sigh…at least the turkey wasn’t ruined, but… “It’ll look ugly…”

“What matters what it looks, will ya stop complainin’, woman,” Daryl grumbled, but he was smirking and you knew he was joking. Playfully, you poked his side, smiling when Sam reached to try to tug at his hair. “Ya were cryin’ ‘cause ya thought ya had ruined the turkey, ya didn’t.”

“Well…a bit…” You sighed and Daryl gave you a look. “But…yeah, it’s edible and we’ll be bringing a turkey meal, one that you found and hunted…that’s good…”

“It ain’t just edible, it looks good…the parts that ain’t burned, I mean,” Daryl said as he kept carefully carving the turkey, cutting off the burned parts.

“Doesn’t mean it tastes good…” You gave the half-burned turkey a questioning look.

He cut himself a small piece and ate it, nodding. “It’s real good, told ya,” he mumbled as he munched on the turkey, but you weren’t convinced that he was just trying to make you feel better, and Daryl rolled his eyes at you. He cut a piece of turkey for you, and when you reached for it, Daryl frowned as he looked at your hand. “Did ya burn yerself?”

“It’s nothing.” You shrugged, munching on the piece of turkey…okay, it was not as bad as you had imagined. “I was just an idiot enough to reach for the oven tray without taking the mitten first.”

Daryl let out a sigh, shaking his head at you. “Come here…” He took Sam from your arms and then he nodded at you to follow him to the living room, where he placed Sam on the carpet near his toys.

Then, Daryl reached inside one of his bags, taking out the small, first aid kit that he started carrying on runs after you asked him to do it. He took out of it some handmade ointment and a half-used pack of bandaids.

“Daryl, I don’t need it, I barely touched the tray,” you said but Daryl ignored you, ever so gently applying the balm to your hurt finger before wrapping it with a bandaid.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

Daryl’d been serious, but now a small, half-smile tugged at his lips, a smile as soft as his eyes as he looked at you, and you leaned closer to kiss his lips…all this time together, and yet, when Daryl smiled and he looked at you like that, you still felt butterflies, when you kissed, you still felt like you may levitate…

“I’m gonna pack that turkey,” Daryl told you when you pulled back. “And then we can leave?”

You nodded, through the window you could see some people heading to Alexandria’s doors, and you didn’t want to make people wait.

“Yeah…yeah, let’s see what this Ezekiel’s Christmas is.”

Daryl rolled his eyes, but you could see him smiling again, and he headed to the kitchen while you went to make sure everything was ready to leave and celebrate Christmas for the first time in years, and yours and Daryl’s baby first Christmas ever.

N/A

I hope you could find some enjoyment in this little, plotless thing.

If you did, commends and reblogs are more than welcome.

As always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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Hello! Anon here who requested the Negan father/ daughter request. “Freed” as in after the whole whispers thing. He walking Alexandria freely?

I love this but it's so hard for me to write dad!negan since I think he's so hot LMAO. I also don't remember the original request so I went with just a day in the life fic lmao I'm so sorry it's been rough over here.

"Have you been acclimating?" I ask, handing my jug of water to my dad who sits down beside me on the bench with a huff. We've been working all day, trying to repair what the Whisperers had taken from us, slowly restoring our community to what it was before them and before the storms that have passed through within the winter months.

My breath fogs in the cold air as my dad thinks for a moment, eyes flickering around to look at our work before giving me a stern shrug.

"You mean have people finally stopped trying to kill my ass?" He teases, bumping me with his shoulder with a smirk which only pulls an eye roll from me.

It took him nearly killing everyone good in the world and me finally finding my first group of civilization since the world has ended for us to be reunited and, though I didn't imagine it being from behind bars, it was relieving to be reunited with him.

It was heartbreaking to learn of all the havoc he created with the assumed knowledge that I was dead and it was even harder to find out that my mom had died and that it wasn't from cancer. He ended up working on himself, from within the tiny cell, just to be able to gain the trust of Michonne and others on the council.

Though, I know a lot of it had to do with my presence.

"Lydia's taken a liking to you." I wave at the brunette from across the yard, sending her a small smile as she sucks in a breath, giving my dad a nod of acknowledgement.

I can only imagine how losing her mom has effected her, especially given the fact that she was a murderous bitch and would've rather seen Lydia dead than in the hands of people who actually cared for her. Maybe, down the line, her and I will bond over our loss of a parent and the unfortunate villain arc of another.

"Yeah well, I do sort of have father figure energy don't I?" He chuckles, shoving his shovel into the ground before sucking down the rest of my water.

"Judith thinks so too." She's not easy to sway, that one. She's hard to trust people, especially since it seems that everyone close to her has just seemed to evaporate as time goes on but there's some comfort that my dad was able to offer her, even when he was teaching her math from within his jail cell. "Which is kind of ironic given her dad literally dedicated years to hating you." He reaches out to immediately shove me, eyes rolling at my teasing but, even though I'm taunting him and he loves it, he knows it's true.

"That was before I was the hero a few times, kid. Gotta cut me some slack." He blows into his hands, desperately trying to warm them up as I send him a soft smile, knowing that he's slowly trying to redeem himself after all of the years of pain and torment that he's caused- pain and torment my ten year old self would never imagine he'd be capable of.

"I'm really surprised it took the world ending for you to serve hard time, old man."

"Oh shut up."

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