#glenn x bud

[hajidumps]

og!Dragon Half-Blood: [helping Glenn clean] who's the alcoholic that keeps dropping you alcohol bottles?

og!Glenn: [avoiding eye contact] which one? There are many alcoholics that I know

og!Dragon Half-Blood: the hot one [internally gagging]

og!Glenn: you mean Bud?

og!Dragon Half-Blood: [smug] so you think hes hot then?

#trash of the count's family #incorrect tcf quotes #tcf incorrect quotes #tboah #tcf glenn #tcf bud #bud illis #glenn x bud #we need more content for this ship #I was gonna let tasha do the questioning but then i remember she radiates wine aunt #so does rosalyn #the dragon half blood is good in this canon noe #everyone in tboah is borderline alcoholic - my canon now #glenn being the dumbass denial bastard that he is #and bud the one whos pining for his supposedly straight best friend whos focusing on bettering himself #glenn x bud like the president of the school n delinquent fr #except the president n the delinquent are childhood friends

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ distant love pt: 2 ୨୧

pairing: Rick Grimes ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ canon typical violence, Rick is low-key a cheater (not on reader tho), not beta read we die like Carl

summary: ʚ basically a filler chapter from the CDC to the prison post-Woodburyɞ

Words: 2002

An: hey babies I wrote this on my phone again 😔 also i haven’t seen the earlier seasons in a very long time so mb if it’s not exactly accurate 😔😔

Part 1 Part 3

You and Rick had kept your distance most of the morning. Looking at Shane’s black eye. “Dad, are you hungover? Mom said you would be.” Carl asks as Rick sits down at the table. You let yourself stifle a giggle at the kids' antics. Rick being drunk last night would explain his forward-ness.

You followed the group after breakfast as Jenner explained what exactly was happening to everyone. Why would the dead rise?

You watched as the x-ray video’s corpse re-animated. God that was scary. What was scarier was Jenner locking the doors. You covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. “Oh my god.” you whimpered out.

You were going to die. You of course found yourself turning to Rick. Who was holding his wife and child? Your heart sinks.

Of course, he would be with them. You were a sidepiece. Why would he protect you? Care for you? He made his choice. It was one that you're going to have to be ok with. Even if you weren't going to live very long.

That's when the doors opened and Rick screamed for everyone else to get their stuff. You ran as fast as you could to escape. Avoiding the shards of glass that spilled everywhere Rick threw the explosive at the glass.

Your eyes rest on Lori and Rick as they sit in the front of the camper. You weren't sure how you could have ever found a real relationship with him. You think back to Lori’s words. Trying to push the two of you together. Your heart burned for her.

How low was she that she wanted her husband to sleep with another woman? You suppose she felt guilty for her and Shane being together. This was a different thought, wasn't it? Rick said he loved you. You weren't sure how much of that you believed.

It was you who saw the way Rick was after Otis accidentally shot Carl. It was you who hugged him, feeling his arms search for a sign that his boy was still alive. It was Rick who begged you to stay with him.

You wanted to, you really did. But that would have been inappropriate and unfair to Carl. This could very well be his last night alive. He shouldn't be confused about why you were there.

You see the color leave his face as he donates more and more blood to his son. Trying to comfort his wife but his eyes linger on your figure unfaithfully. Your curves would comfort him. Your soft skin and happy smiles. That's what he fell for.

He wished this wasn't the way it was. He wished he had met you instead of Lori. Marrying the first girl he could. I mean he did love Lori. As the mother of his children, he would always hold a place for her. She just wasn't you, was she?

You on the other hand shoved your feelings down, deeper than the Mariana trench. Trying to help keep the camp outside on Hershel's Farm going. Doing menial tasks like laundry or cooking. Offering to clean any weapons the group needed youto.

Trying to comfort Lori at every turn, silently becoming almost like a best friend to her. Holding her shoulders as if to say you're sorry for screwing her husband.

You used to help go on runs with Glenn and Maggie until you found them shaking up in the convenience store. It was cute to see young love budding, but seeing them naked was not something you were down to see again.

It made you jealous to see them so in love. You wished you and Rick could be that way. But alas, that's not what life has in store for you. Love. What a joke. A nimbly fickle thing.

You kept a good amount of distance between you and Shane. Not daring to go near him. One night you sat around the campfire with lori and carol. It had been a long day of playing catch-up with chores since Lori had been helping Carl rehabilitate.

“Alright girls, I'm off to bed,” Carol says with a tight-lipped smile. You and Lori talked a little bit about Glenn and Maggie.

“Y/n?” she asks looking up at you. Her gaunt and skinny face looks more and more malnourished these days. “Mm?” you ask, looking at her. “I-I know how he looks at you.” her voice barely above a whisper. You lick your lips, shaking your head.

“Lori, stop,” you ask her. Pleading almost. “You can't keep doing this to yourself, he loves you-” You try to keep your voice down but your heart breaks. “Y/n I'm pregnant,” she says.

For a second your world stops. The fires crackles keeping you grounded. You opened your mouth, unable to say anything. The amount of possible words dying in your throat. “I want it to be Rick’s. I need it to be Rick's,” she says, tears spilling down her face.

Your hands slip up to your face covering it. You let out a low breath. This wasn't about you. This was about her. You think over and over again trying to calm down all the raging emotions going through you.

“Does anyone else know?” you ask slowly, she must be feeling a whirlwind of things none of which you were entitled to have an opinion on. “Glenn does, I needed him to go out n get the tests,” she whispers straightening out her shirt, raising her hand up to her mouth and biting her nails.

Lori is absolutely exhausted, and you know more than ever she should be resting. You stay silent noting that neither potential fathers know she is pregnant. “I don't know what I'm going to do, Glenn has been trying to take care of me.” She gives a pitiful smile.

Her face was tear-stained, the streaks illuminated by the fire. “Well you need prenatal care no doubt.” you said scooting closer to her, grabbing her hands. “I think telling everyone will be the best course of action, when…” you said, pulling her into a hug.

“When you're ready,” you mumble against her shoulder. She thanked you with a sad smile standing up. You didn't sleep well that night. Not that you ever did now. You thought about the women in the next tent over probably also not sleeping.

You thought about the baby that was currently draining her of her energy. You thought of Carl. Recovering from a gunshot wound at such a young age, probably confused and scared most of the time.

And of course you thought of the man also sleeping in that tent. The one that seemed to consume your every thought. You thought of him always. It was a shame. You wished you were Lori sometimes. Sleeping in his arms pregnant with a baby.

You physically shake your head to rid yourself of your selfish thoughts. You were scared of Shane, scared of your feelings for Rick, and scared for Lori.

You were scared of the way your heart wanted to leap out of your chest every time Rick tried to talk to you. The way his rough hands would touch the soft skin of your arms. “Rick…” you breathe out trying to shy away from the older man.

The way he would beg you to stay close to him, his hot breath tickling your neck at his closeness. “This isn't the right time Rick.” you would whisper, eyes flicking up to see his teary ones.

Dark almost permanent circles surrounded his eyes. You pull away from his grasp and run out of the Greene’s house. You stood by Daryl's side as you read him shitty books you found on runs trying to provide him an ounce of comfort as he recovers from the bullet wound that Andrea gave him.

And be would try and provide an ounce of that comfort to you as the barn full of walkers is discovered. Taking all of your willpower not to vomit at the smell. Turning away from the group. Allowing yourself a moment, just a moment of selfish comfort.

As Rick’s arms wrap around you. Breathing in his musky scent. The sounds of the guns firing off still ring in your head. “It's ok, you're going to be ok,” Rick mumbles in your ear. His hand clasped gently in the back of your neck.

As soon as the moment is here it's gone as you see Shane’s angry face peering at the both of you from a few feet away. Your face fills with embarrassment, you rip away from his embrace instead choosing to hug Carol who was sobbing over the loss of her daughter.

You spent the next few days in a constant state of dissasostivate numbness. Unable to feel anything other than fear. Seeing Rick and Shane keep a man locked up in the barn for fear of what he could do.

Even though your group was the one keeping him held, handcuffed, and bound. As soon as he goes missing it seems to bring you out of your state as Shane comes running with a broken nose claiming that the prisoner ran away.

You ran into the house with all the women. Fearing for what was next. Trying to hide in case he came back with his group. Seeing all the panic spread through the group as the barn is set on fire. The horde of walkers attacking your slice of peace.

You barely make it out with your lives. Reconnecting with your group on the highway with everyone. Once again seeing Rick’s eyes falling on you as he hugs you with his family. You turn away from him, finding comfort in Daryl's embrace.

You watched as Rick distended into madness and anger after killing Shane. Demanding that whatever he said went. This was not the man you fell in love with. This was not the human your body craved comfort from.

Revealing how his son had to be the one to put his best friend down after he turned into a walker. Which was bizzare you never took him for type to get bit or even scratched.

That's when Rick reveals the delicate information that you all carry the virus. A crucial piece of information that sends the group into a frenzy of anger. You felt very sick. How could he keep that from you? From the group?

It only went downhill from there. Rick and Lori are always fighting as she grows more and more pregnant. The sheriff was unable to hide his anger towards her. Constantly on the run, even once you find and fortify the prison, the Governor and all of his bullshit wreaks havoc on the group.

It's been 6 months since Woodbury fell, you had a big group. Full of amazing people. A decent farm and garden. Life was decent. Judith was a beautiful baby girl.

You sighed setting your pencil down in the crease of your sketchbook. You had picked it up on a run not too long ago, at first mostly making a few sketches and doodles to entertain Carl.

Although lately, you have been trying to work through your feelings through the pages of the book. Unfortunately, most of them were about Rick. You always observed him when he was working in the fields.

You could almost see the heat radiating off of him. His t-shirt is clinging to his sweaty body. To his strong sculpted muscles. Fuck. He was so hot.

It brought you back to those nights in the quarry. His rough hands gripped your soft flesh. Back arching as you slammed into him. Tongues slipping into each other's throats.

You lick your lips slightly admiring your drawing. It was of a man who looked suspiciously like Rick. His tired haunted face and sculpted body were barely covered. “Hey.” a southern voice took you away from your explicit drawing.

You look up to see the man in your drawing staring right back at you.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x original female character #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #the walking dead #the walking dead rick #distant love

[lovelytsunoda]

life in the fast lane // miles teller

summary: the life and times of trailblazing indycar driver y/n y/l/n, and her celebrity husband, miles teller. in the weeks leading up to the indy 500, the pair have a very special announcement that will alter lives forever.

pairing: miles teller x andretti driver! reader

author's note: its hard to write an smau about a man with no public instagram account lemme tell you that real quick-

y/ny/l/nteller just posted!

indianapolis, indiana.

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y/n/y/l/nteller indiana never felt like home to me until i had you on the open road.

indy tests start monday, and we are officially one month out from the five-hundred. let's do this, indiana!

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valkilmer you got this kiddo! we're all rooting for you!

-> ynylnteller 🥺🫶🏻 love ya Val!

kyle_kirkwood i have known your husband for four years now and he still looks awkward in every single photo that gets taken of him at the track. how does he do it?

user babe come home, the children miss you?

-> y/n/yl/nteller miles and i don't have any kids (yet)

ashleynewgarden shocked we got through that dinner without josef and miles singing beyoncé at the karaoke bar

-> josefnewgarden that happened ONCE. I wish miles had social media so he could help me defend these accusations

-> y/n/y/l/nteller take it up with the hubby, not me

user does she look like she’s out on a bit of weight?

-> user it’s probably muscle lmao she’s an athlete bud

patriciooward most photogenic couple in the paddock!

monicbarbaro booking my flights rn

-> ynylnteller girls weekend here we come!

y/ny/l/nteller just updated her story!

ynylnteller just posted!

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ynylnteller god I’m going to miss all of this

*this caption was deleted*

ynylnteller days like these 🫶🏻

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user did anyone see the original caption?!? where is my girl going!

stingrayrobb thanks for making my nieces day so special! she looks up to you so much and she spent all day talking about how awesome you were. thank you and god bless!

-> ynylnteller your niece was an angel, it was my pleasure!

coltonherta your straight line speed this morning was absolutely incredible. are we thinking an andretti 1-2 is in the cards this weekend?

-> ynylnteller absolutley! let’s get it!

glenpowell everyone is talking about straight line speed and I’m just amazed that you can balance on the tires like that-

-> ynylnteller it took five years of practice to be this good glenn

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ynylnteller as much as it pains me to say it, the todays Indy 500 will be the end of my 2024 season. while I’m upset that this season is coming to an end prematurely, I am also beyond excited. if the pictures above didn’t give it completely away (and my husband was able to keep his mouth shut all weekend), I am beyond overjoyed to announce that miles and I are having a baby! we tried to keep it under wraps for as long as we could, but as of the next race, baby teller would be too big for me to race without hurting them or myself,

while I won’t be on the track itself for the rest of the season, I couldn’t give this place up if I tried. Instead, my car will be driven by the amazing callum_ilott and I will be joining my bestie jameshinchcliffe in the commentary box.

when I was little, I only had one dream: to be a race car driver. but as I got older that dream began to change, and I realized all of that meant nothing if I didn’t have anybody to share it with. I wanted a family.

We are so excited for this new chapter in our lives.

Lots of love,

Miles and YN Teller xx

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scottdixon I’m so happy for you, darling! that baby is going to be so loved and so cherished. please pass my congratulations on to miles as well!

-> ynylnteller none of this would have been possible without you, so you’re the real hero here!

user mother is going to be a real mother now!

valkilmer congratulations yn! if you and miles ever need anything at all, you know where to find me (or mercedes and jack)

-> ynylnteller thank you val!! ❤️

glenpowell I am going to be the best godfather this kid has ever had

-> ynylnteller first of all who said you were the godfather?

-> coltonherta yeah it’s gonna be me actually

-> ynylnteller actually it’s going to be neither of you

-> coltonherta but why? I’m already a great uncle?

-> glenpowell yeah so am I!

-> ynylnteller everybody be quiet or we’re making Val the godfather -Miles

-> coltonherta you’d pick the old man over us?!?

-> ynylnteller he *is* less annoying

ashleynewgarden so pleased for you both! this will be your next great adventure! kota is looking forward to having another little buddy to hang out with 🫶🏻

callum_ilott I promise to take good care of the car! rest up and relax over the next nine months, god knows you might never sleep again

user miles is becoming a dilf!!! miles teller is becoming a dilf!!!

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[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - take on the world together

Part two:

You had been been at the prison for a week now, and though they finally decided to leave the door open, you kept to the part they left for you.

Spencer would sometimes brave going towards the door, but when someone saw him he would run back over.

You were given sheets and you made a makeshift room for him, and when he was in there you spent your time rereading the only book you had.

“(Y/N)?”

You hummed, turning to face the boy and he glanced towards the exit.

“Can we go outside?”

“Would you like to go outside?”

He nodded his head, and you set the book down, holding out your hand for him and he walked over to take it.

Walking up the stairs, you pushed open the door, following the hallway to get outside and into the sun which made you squint a little at how bright it was.

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry if it does… we can go back inside…”

You smiled down at him.

“No, no it doesn’t hurt. It’s just bright is all.”

You looked around, Carl was sat by a fence, Beth was walking around with Judith in his arms while Maggie and Glenn were talking nearby.

Beth smiled, walking over with the baby as she looked towards Spencer who hid behind you.

“Hi Spencer, hi (Y/N).” She smiled.

You gave a nod in greeting, and Spencer gave a shy wave.

“Can I go explore?” Spencer whispered.

“Stay within my sight, and remember to shout.”

“If I’m scared or need help.”

You nodded, letting go of his hand and he padded away, but he kept nearly, a little unsure about straying too far from your side.

You walked over to the shade and Beth followed you, standing next to you as you watched over Spencer like a hawk.

“He’s not your boy, is he?” She asked.

You glanced at her before looking away.

“How do you know?”

“He doesn’t look like you, and he calls you by your name.”

You nodded your head.

“I stumble across him not long after all this started. His parents had turned, but they locked him in the basement with food and water so he’d be safe. I heard his crying.”

She nodded her head.

“How old is he?”

“He’s 7.”

“He’s so young..”

You nodded again, waving when he turned around to look at you and he waved back.

Finding something of interest he came running back over and you knelt down, holding out your hand.

He placed the flower in your hand and you smiled softly, looking at it carefully.

“It’s very beautiful.”

“I can’t find your favourite flower.”

“That’s okay buddy, anything from you is my favourite.”

He grinned a little, and he ran back to where he had found the flower to search for something else.

You tucked the flower into the pocket of your shirt, wanting to keep it safe for however long it would last for.

“Do you guys need any help with anything?” You asked.

“Well, I think they might need some help repairing part of the fence down there. Walkers keep pushing against it.”

You nodded your head.

“I think speaking to Glenn might be better, he knows more.”

“Right.”

You crouched down as Spencer came running over, and he wrapped his arms around you, letting you pick him up.

You held him and he rested his head on your shoulder.

You knew he was scared, it’s what he did when he was scared and you looked around trying to figure out what scared him.

You heard a gunshot, and you placed a hand against his ear to dim out the sound.

“Let’s go back inside.”

He nodded and you took him inside, sitting down in the corner of the room as you held him.

The shots weren’t as loud in there, which meant there wouldn’t a chance he’d be able to hear them if you covered his ears.

He kept his gaze on you and you copied him, offering him a smile.

“Are we safe…?”

“Course we are bud, these guys have lived here for a while, so I think it’s safe to say it’s safe”.

He nodded, and you removed your hands from his ears, offering him a smile.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“Will we see any walkers?”

“If we do I’ll scare them away.”

“Will you carry me?”

You laughed a little bit, nodding your head.

“Yea, of course I will. I need to find Glenn, they might need some help, shall we go find him?”

“Okay.”

You lifted him in the table and set him down, then you crouched a little, letting him climb on to your shoulders.

He placed his hands on your head.

“Remember to duck under the doorways okay?”

“Uh huh.”

You still leant down under the doorways just to make sure that he was safe, and you made your way outside, looking around.

“You see him?”

Spencer put his hand over his eyes, looking around and he tapped the left side of your head so you turned in that direction to see Glenn near a car.

You walked over, a hand on Spencer’s legs so he wouldn’t fall.

“Glenn.”

He turned around, smiling at you both.

“Hey.”

“Beth said you may need help with the fence.”

“Uh.. yeah. We’ve got Daryl and Rick trying to clear the walkers before we can fix it, but they just keep coming.”

“Now I’m no expert but I think the shooting is what’s doing that.”

“We can’t get out, and we can only kill so many of them from behind the fence without them.”

Spencer leant down, his hair falling in your face, and you blinked a little in confusion.

“Hello.”

“Can you help them?”

You reached up, placing your hands under his arms and you lifted him down, sitting him down on the car.

He turned around, then began kicking his legs back and forth a little bit.

“Would you like me to go help?”

He nodded his head.

“Will you stay here?”

“Uh huh.”

You hummed a little, taking your jacket off, draping it over him.

“You’ll shout if you’re scared or you need me?”

He nodded again and you smiled, reaching up you ruffled his hair.

“Okay.”

You followed Glenn to the gates, and he opened them so you could jog down to the others to help them.

Picking up a metal rod, you stabbed any Walker you passed in the head until you reached Rick and you began helping him.

“They keep coming.” He growled.

You looked up to the watch tower.

“Tell your guy to stop firing and I can lure them away, you go one direction, I’ll go the other.”

Rick nodded, and he held up a hand for the firing to stop.

You jogged away back up the path, running the bar over the metal so the walkers would follow you.

They followed the noise out of pure curiosity, thinking it was free food.

When they were enough, you began to kill them, quickly knocking their numbers down to a handful of them.

They growled at you and you hated your teeth, snarling back and they stared at you.

You took them out and jogged back down to Rick, throwing the metal rod through a Walker who was trying to get through a gap in the fence.

Daryl came down from the watchtower, and he began to help as well, the three of you making short work of the rest.

“There’s more on the west side, we can’t keep taking them out like this, if they keep this up then we’re fucked.” Daryl said.

You held the fence up with your back while they secured it, and then you walked over to the gap, checking to make sure they weren’t looking before pulling it closed.

“I’ll go.”

“What? Are you insane?” Rick asked.

“I’m quiet, I’ll take out as many as I can if you can draw them into one spot.”

He shook his head.

“No, it’s a suicide mission, absolutely not. We’ll come back tomorrow with more people.”

“Do you have that kind of time?”

“We’ve managed this far.” Daryl scoffed.

You huffed, shaking your head at him.

“Yeah, and look how far you’ve come. You got walkers breaking your walls down.”

He clenched his jaw.

“You don’t get to come in here and start acting like the shit.”

“Look, all I’m saying is clear it now while you can.”

“We don’t need your fuckin’ help, piss off.”

You raised your hands, and you turned around.

You weren’t going to argue with him, you didn’t have the time or the patience for that, so you simply just ignored him.

Making your way back up to the main prison you found Spencer sitting exactly where you had left him.

He was going through the pockets of your jacket, and he grinned when he saw you.

“Did you get them?”

“Uh huh, got them all.”

He held out his hand and you gently gave him a high five.

“The scary man followed you..” he whispered.

You turned around to find Daryl glaring at you.

“It’s fine, he’s just moody.”

Spencer snickered a little.

“He looks moody. Do you think he has friends?”

“With a face like that? Nah, I don’t think so Spence.”

This place was good, well guarded, and Spencer seemed to like it here.

So, that night when everybody was asleep you crept outside, making your way to the west side of the fence and you looked around.

Finding a secure point you climbed it, using the other fence to help push you over the barbed wire.

You walked through the hungry undead, bashing their skulls together, going all out in killing them with your full strength now you didn’t have to hide it.

And it was quick work, over in a matter of minutes, their bodies littered the ground.

Picking them up, you began dragging them into the forest to dump them out of sight before making your way back over to the fence.

You paused in front of it for a moment before jogging out back into the woods to find something for you to eat, you didn’t care what it was. Deer, rabbit, hell you would even take a bird at this point, you just needed something.

You knew they had snares around the prison, so you searched for them, for something not touched by walkers and thankfully you found a squirrel.

It wasn’t much but it was food for you at least.

Taking it, you reset the trap and sank your teeth into the animal for a quick meal.

When you were finished you dug your hands into the ground to bury it so nobody and nothing would find it.

Running back to the fence, you cleared it easily and slipped back inside.

Walking to where Spencer was sleeping you sat next to him, and he rolled over, looking at you half asleep.

“Did you go out…?”

“I did, don’t tell anybody…”

He nodded his head, holding your hand.

“Did you find food…?”

“Yes…”

He nodded again and closed his eyes.

You didn’t realise but Daryl was also outside, keeping a watch on the perimeter, he hadn’t seen you leave it come back in, but he did see you running through the courtyard to get back into the building.

He slipped inside after you, and you heard the door, quickly closing your eyes to pretend that you were asleep.

He looked at you, then walked through to the cells, setting his crossbow down, looking towards where Rick was sleeping.

He didn’t have any evidence you were outside or that you were causing trouble, so he couldn’t exactly tell Rick anything, so he decided to keep a close eye on you himself to figure out just exactly what you were up too

#the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader #twd imagine #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon

[taylormarieee]

Day 3: Handjob kinktober

Summary: You give Glenn what he asks for

Word Count: 577

Pairing: Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Handjob, subby glenn, dom-ish reader, whimpering and pet names. MDNI 18+ONLY

A/N: I'm sorry this one was so late, i'm extremely tired. I know its the 4th now but let's ignore that fact...

You and Glenn were like the couple that everyone wants to be. You guys almost never argued and you guys were always happy.

So what do you guys do in your free time? Have sex. Any position, any time of the day. You guys did the deed almost everywhere.

Car.

Kitchen.

Couch.

Woods.

Cell tower.

Abandoned store.

You name it! You both were the cutest and horniess couple.

Today was just like any other day. You were talking to Glenn about things you wanna try out that you've never tried before.

And to your surprise, you've never jerked him off. Like ever. So you wanted to try it out. See how it made him feel and if he didn't like it then you'l stop but if he does you guys may do it more often.

"I just want to try it hunny!" You exclaim. "Why can't we try this out?" you ask.

"I just feel like I will be vulnerable." He says fiddling with his hands.

"That can't be it glenn. We've had sex almost everywhere!" You chuckle. "This is not scary. But if you don't want to that's fine." You say.

He sighs and rubs his hands over his face. "Fine baby! We will try it. I will try it." He says. You squeal! "Ohhh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You exclaim.

He smiles and starts to remove his pants. You bite your lip as you watch him slowly remove his boxers. Your mouth waters at his semi-hard cock.

You moan and get closer to him. He lays down and you lay between his legs. You touch him, starting by doing simple strokes up and down.

You twist your hand as you move up and down and his tip starts oozing pre-cum. He whimpers and moans grasping his hands tightly at the sheets.

You bite you lip and lick at his tip, gathering the precum in your mouth. The salty taste fulfilling your taste buds.

You stroke him faster now as he continues to moan your name over and over again with a line of curse words in between.

"Oh fuck- Baby girl- Oh fuck , just like that pretty girl-hmph- yeahhhh." He whimpers out.

"You like that baby?" You say staring at him with doe eyes. He swoons and throws his head back.

"Yeah-hmphh- Your so hot baby! You treat me-hm- you treat me so well!"

You smile and twist your hand again in a way that has him squirming. Glenn was very sensitive. He was always whimpering and squirming when the overstimulation became to much.

You of course weren't going to punish him today. Especially when he's been such a good boy.

"Your such a good boy glenn. Look at how well your taking this. You wanna cum for me? Cum for your sweet girlfriend?" You ask tauntingly.

He shakes his head whimpering as his release his close. "Pleas baby girl I wanna cum so bad please!" He cries out.

"Go ahead baby, cum for me." You say stroking him at a faster pace. His pants and whimpers echo throughout the room.

He moans your name with a drawn out drawl when he shoots his load all over your hands and his abdomen.

"Good job Glenn. You did so good." You say licking the cum of your hands. You lay next to him as Glenn takes a moment to breathe.

Why didn't you do Handjobs more often? This will definitely be a frequent thing.

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[enid-rhees]

hii :)) i haven requested in a while but can you do an enid x reader smut where they fuck hard reader can’t walk and her voice is mostly gone and everyone keeps asking y/n why she can’t talk or walk and she keeps making up random lies (they don’t add up bc she changes it everytime) and eventually someone finds out (doesn’t matter how) and they laugh at them? 😭 ty so much and i hope you have a good day !!

this is so good . i love this omg . tysm for requesting and i hope you have a good day too 🫶🏻!!

warnings: smut. riding, strap-on use. MINORS DNI.

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are always open! if you’d like to request, read pinned for all info 🫶🏻

the house was all yours and Enid’s tonight.

one of the rarest occasions to ever happen, so you both both knew you had to make the best of it. living in houses full of others while being in relationship was harder than it sounded, especially when it was you and Enid.

you wouldn’t say you two were in a “phase”, but you were definitely having trouble with keeping your hands off of each other as of recently.

every kiss would electrify something inside you, and neither of you could hold back after it. but it became difficult as you lived with your family who breathed down your back every 10 minutes. it resulted in having sex in… strange places majority of the time. you two would do anything just to have those few minutes of complete and utter bliss.

so while your parents - Rick and Michonne - and Enid’s - Glenn and Maggie - decided to all go on a run together, it left the two of you alone for the first time in forever.

Enid was ruthless with her thrusts, pounding her silicone cock into you mercilessly as your screaming moans filled the entire house.

you weren’t sure what had gotten into Enid tonight, but whatever it was, you didn’t want it to end. she had never been this rough but yet so gentle with you, and the pleasure was more overwhelming than it had ever been.

moans spilled out of your mouth uncontrollably, and hadn’t stopped in minutes. you felt the burn in your throat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest.

Enid held your thighs apart as she pounded into you, moaning at the sight of her cock sliding in and out of you with ease due to how wet you were.

“Enid!” you moaned out loudly, your back arching off the bed. “i’m close,” you whimpered out, but Enid didn’t slow her pace. she continued to fuck herself into you as your orgasm washed over you. your eyes rolled back as the loudest scream of the night (so far) escaped your lips.

she slowly thrusted into you to ride out your orgasm, and she leaned down to press feather-light kisses across your neck and chest. Enid sucked a few marks down the valley of your breasts, kissing all the way to your nipple. she took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hard bud and closing her lips around it. her other hand groped your other breast, using her index finger and thumb to roll your nipple between them.

as your breathing regulated, Enid pressed a quick kiss to your lips before asking, “can you take another, sweetheart?” against your lips. you nodded, “yes, need you so bad, Enid.” you whined, pressing your hips into her cock for friction.

Enid chucked, getting off you and instead laying on her back on the bed and pulling you in top of her. “ride me,” she instructed. you didn’t need to be told twice.

you lowered yourself onto the strap, moaning as you sunk into it entirely. Enid held your waist softly to keep you balanced. your pretty thighs were already decorated in her marks.

you began to bounce on her cock, eyes rolling back at the new angle. Enid watched you with nothing but lust in her eyes.

Enid started to rub your clit as you rode her. your legs started to shake from all of the pleasure you were receiving, and you couldn’t keep up with your own pace.

you moved your hips back and forth on her, rutting yourself into her cock. your second orgasm was already approaching, as you were still sensitive from your first one.

Enid could tell you were close. your movements were faltering, and your jaw was dropped. so she took it upon herself to plant her feet firmly on the bed and started to snap her hips up into you.

a scream left your lips at the new feeling it provided. your voice was so cracked and raspy, just from Enid fucking you so good.

your breasts bounced with each thrust, and Enid took hold of one of them, repeating her previous activities. with the added pleasure, you were moaning repeatedly.

with one more scream from your lips, you came all over Enid’s cock, your juices sliding down the silicone and onto her thighs.

Enid gently lifted you off of her so she could take the strap off. you laid next to her on the bed, trying to catch your breath. she turned back to you, holding your face softly as she pressed kisses to your cheeks.

“i think that was the loudest i’ve ever heard you.” she chuckled, “we need to find more ways to get our parents out so i can have you like that more often.”

you hid your head in her neck, “or we can finally try and have a house of our own. we are literally in our twenties and live with our parents. you can fuck me as hard as you want when we’re finally all by ourselves.”

Enid’s grip on you tightened as she pulled you closer, “yeah? is that what you think about? having a house to ourselves just so i can fuck you hard?”

you smiled into her neck, “mhm, yeah. wait till you hear about the dreams i have of you when you’re not here.” you whispered, voice almost gone.

Enid rolled over onto you, her lips barely touching yours. you looked into her eyes with a haziness in them, “tell me, baby. what do you dream about?” she questioned, pulling her thumb across your kiss-bitten lips.

before you could answer, the front door downstairs opened and closed. you could hear the chatter between your parents. your eyes widened and Enid jumped off of you, and you both rushed to get your clothes back on. but when you stood up, you swear you almost fell over.

there was an ache in your legs that definitely wasn’t there before you and Enid had sex.

you straightened out your clothes and Enid fixed her hair, making sure you both looked presentable and not like you guys just got done fucking for an hour.

the two of you walked down the stairs hand-in-hand. the four of them were all sitting in the living room with each other, wine glasses in hand. “oh, hey kids!” Rick exclaimed. “was wondering where you were.”

you took a seat on the couch and Enid followed, holding onto your thigh as she sat down. “how was the run?” you asked. but instead of an answer, everyone looked at you with wide eyes or concern.

“what the hell happened to your voice?” Glenn asked. you briefly looked at Enid with panic in your eyes, “um- we- me and Enid uh- found some cds of our favorite bands and played them while you were gone! screaming the lyrics took my voice,” you chuckled nervously.

“like who?” Michonne questioned. you were panicking hard on the inside, and you spit out the first band that came to mind. “Pierce the Veil!”

“never heard of them.” Rick commented. “well that’s because you’re old.” you said too quickly. “that was a joke!” you shouted when he gave you a look.

“Y/N come get water with me.” Enid said, taking your hand and pulling you up. when you stood up the ache between your legs intensified and you hissed. Enid looked at you with wide eyes when everyone else put their attention on the two of you again.

“are you okay?” Maggie asked. “your voice is gone, your legs hurt. what’s going on?”

“training with Rosita,” you chuckled nonchalantly, and was surprised by yourself that you came up with that so quickly. “lotssss of leg work earlier today. really beat my ass.”

Enid dragged you into kitchen and pulled you close into her so no one can hear, “what the hell was that?” she hissed under her breath.

you looked at her like she was insane, “what do you mean?! would you rather me tell both of our parents that my voice is gone and my legs are sore because you fucked me too hard?!” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“okay- fine you’re right but try to stop stuttering when you lie!” she argued. she opened the fridge and handed you a water bottle and grabbed one for herself.

you took a sip and sighed in relief at the cold water sliding down your sore throat. “we should go to my place.” Enid said, gripping the fabric of your flannel to pull you closer, “get away from them again.” she giggled.

you shook your head, a smile making its way to your lips. “don’t tell me you already want more.” Enid pouted and leaned forward, giving you a quick kiss.

“no more tonight, don’t wanna cause you anymore pain. i just wanna kiss you.” she told you, “cmon we can think of another lie. i just wanna be with you.” she whined.

“okay,” you agreed. “lets go.” you walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room. “we’re gonna go sit by the pond for a bit. get some fresh air.” you announced to the four of them.

“okay. you have that walkie? incase i need you?” Rick asked, and you pulled it out of your back pocket to show him. “okay, good. have fun.”

luckily, Enid’s house was in the same direction as the pond.

you walked hand-in-hand towards her house in silence. before you could start walking up the steps, Tara appeared in front of you guys.

“oh- hey! didn’t mean to run into you like that.” Tara chuckled, “you’re good, Tara. what’s up?”

her face dropped, “what’s wrong with your voice?” she asked you.

“woke up with a sore throat.” you responded quickly, “oh no. i hope you feel better. make sure to drink the tea i gave you!” she said, and that had reminded you she gave a box of tea she found on a run a while back.

“right- yeah, i will. thank you, Tara.” you smiled. “we’re gonna head inside and rest for a bit. see you later?” Tara nodded and quickly gave you and Enid a hug.

“we need to hang out more. go on a double date with me and Denise or something.” she told you two, pouting a bit.

“definitely a double date one day.” you told her. “good! see you two later!” after Tara left, you went up the steps and Enid opened the door for you two.

when you walked in, Enid led you up the stairs and into her room. she closed the door and locked it behind her. “you’re an idiot!” she hissed.

your eyes widened as you let out a choked laugh, “what?!”

“you said a whole other lie to Tara! you lied twice about one thing!” she exclaimed. “i panicked!” you quickly defended.

Enid groaned and pulled you close to her by the waist, “okay. lets leave the lying to me, yeah?” she teased, giggling when you rolled your eyes playfully. “yeah.”

you both leaned in until your lips met in the middle. Enid deepened the kiss and pushed you towards her bed. when you fell back onto it, she wasted no time crawling over you.

“i can never get enough of kissing you,” she whispered against your lips. “could just lay here and kiss you for hours and hours.”

you didn’t respond and pulled her back into you, keeping her face in your hands. the two of you continued to kiss for you weren’t even sure how long, but it was long enough for the walkie in your pocket to go off.

“Y/N?” Enid rolled off of you when Rick’s voice came through the speaker, “is everything okay, Rick?”

he cleared his throat, “Rosita decided to stop by.” he started. you tried to ignore how fast your heart was now beating. “would you mind explaining why she told me that she actually didn’t see you at training today? after you told me you hurt your legs from it?”

you and Enid slowly looked at each other.

“i uh-“ he cut you off, “come home, Y/N. with Enid.”

the walk back your place felt like a million miles, both yours and Enid’s hearts were racing like crazy as you silently walked together. you took a deep breath before opening the door, they were all still in the living room.

you tried to seem normal, like you weren’t nervous at all. Enid wrapped an arm around your waist, gripping the fabric of your flannel.

“why did you lie?” Rick asked, “are you lying about your voice too? because Michonne went upstairs, and there isn’t a CD player in your room at all, actually.”

noticeable fear washed over you. “listen, i can expla-“ Maggie walked over to you, causing you stop talking. she looked at you closely before moving your flannel collar away from your neck.

a loud laugh left her lips, and she moved over to show everyone else. your face burned severely, and when you looked over at Enid, she already put her hands over her face.

“oh my god.” Rick mumbled. he rolled his lips in to try and stop himself from laughing, but but he broke anyway. soon, everyone had broke into laughter, including Rosita.

“Enid!” Rosita exclaimed through laughter, and Enid could barely look her in the eyes. “did you actually cause Y/N to lose her voice and make her legs sore?!”

she hid her face in your neck, refusing to look at anyone. “oh you can’t be shy now,” Michonne laughed, “busted. completely busted.”

you leaned your head against Enid’s, looking right into her eyes.

“we really need to get our own place.”

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[twdsfiction]

[Daryl x Girl Reader] (Ms Rulebreaker pt. 1)

Tw - fluff, mentions of death, thoughts. Mentions of weapons and takes place in season 6

I arrived in Alexandria a few months ago; I didn't really know much of the place, but the leader, Rick, was nice to me and my brother. Although I was new, I fit in great, and Tara was nice to me. Rosita was like a big sister, and Glenn and Maggie were basically parents. But there's one person I could never get a hold of: Daryl Dixon. He was always so intriguing to me because we were basically opposites. He was quiet, dark, mysterious, and always serious, and the only way you'll know he's near is if he allows you to. Kinda hot, if I were being honest. The only person he seemed to be open with was Carol. I am only 19 years old. She is very troublemaking, loves to joke and get under everyone's skin, never shuts up, and is never serious. Always stubborn, unless it was about my brother, so definitely a rulebreaker

I was in the shower, and after a long day of scavenging, I finally got out of the shower to hear my brother sobbing, "No! I want Mr. Snuggles!" I immediately put on my sleeping clothes, not caring that I'm only I was wearing a T-shirt with no bra and my purple panties as I walked out of her bathroom into my living room. One of the first things I saw was Carol closely stating, "If you go over that wall, kid, you're going to be one of the monsters! Mr. snuggles isn't real." I felt so much anger in her at that moment that I shouted at carol, "Hey, leave him alone!" I grabbed my little brother's arm and pulled him closer to me, and the calm asserted. "What happened?" Carol stated a slight annoyance, and she was still caring on her fake smile as if I were the rest of Alexandria's idiots who believed she was nice. "Well, your little brother was playing with one of the other kids, and his rhino went over the wall. And he wanted to get it. But Rick said no one outside the walls, due to the horde."

She looked down, but I knew how much that rhino meant to my brother, and Carol was right. I kneeled by him, trying to comfort him with my words as I whispered, "I'd get it back for you, okay? But if I don't know... I tried. Sometimes things get lost, ok?" he started to cry before running off to his room. As a big sister y/n felt bad, she had to tell him that. Daryl walked inside the house first. His eyes went to Carol, and as he stated her name, "Carol," the way he looked, I could tell something was wrong. 

Then his warm blue eyes looked at me. His eyes were on me longer than usual, and he nodded. And I smiled. "Daryl Dixon, come by to tell me you're a ninja who only comes out at night. "Because I already knew  that."He replied, "Nah, I came by to speak to Carol."And nice purple underwear." before a huge wave of embarrassment washes over me. I completely forgot I wasn't wearing hardly any clothing. He definitely checked me out more than once. Carol asserted. "I knew this was going to happen sooner or later; do not leave this house, she says as she rushes out. I yelled, "Wait!"What!" But the two left in a hurry. I was tired of Alexandria treating me differently because I was 19. I should've been out there with the adults. Y/n thought to herself. 

I turned to check on my brother in his room, but he was sobbing in bed. I felt so bad that there was nothing she could do. I sat on the twin bed beside him, rubbing his hair. "Hey, bud, are you okay?" was only 7, so he turns to me and replies, "No, now we have nothing left of mom," as his huge doe eyes sparkled with tears. I kissed his forehead and said, "Yes, we do; I'm going to go get it! You stay here, and if anyone asks, I'm asleep," he nodded. And then he stated, "Be safe." Before I left, I went to my room, put on a pair of black jeans with one of the white crop tops that I borrowed from Rosita, and the hair clips I always wear, which were black, with brown boots and an oversized jacket borrowed from Glenn.

As I snuck out the backdoor, I searched and looked to see the town basically empty. So I immediately ran to the gate, preparing to climb it. But then Daryl yells, "y/n, what the hell you doing?" I immediately tried to climb faster to get over the gate, but I heard four footsteps before I felt a hand on my waist. It was a warm feeling. He started pulling me from the gate onto my feet, and when it turned around, it was Daryl. Who angrily He scoffed, "You fucking crazy, it's a horde?" I couldn't help but stare at his eyes, and his cheekbones were amazing. I blinked, then I shouted, "Who cares, my brother Rhino is out there; he needs it, so how about you lighten up cupcake? i'd be back." Daryl stated, "All that over a bull." I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I asserted, "It's a rhino." As I picked up my bag off the ground, Daryl muffled, "Who cares? You're not going outside that gate!" I kicked Daryl's leg, causing him to fall into his buttocks as I started climbing fast on top of the gate. ", damnit, you're going to get yourself killed," Daryl yells. y/n! Get down!" and I looked down at the horde of walkers. Back to Daryl, there were three dozen of them, but I needed to get his rhino.

I jumped from the gate onto the ground and immediately started running to get his rhino. When a walker came from the side and jumped onto me, trying to claw into my neck with their dirty brown teeth, I struggled, but I got it off me by taking my pocket knife and jamming it into the side of its head. I hurried up and ran to his rhino by a tree, and then ran as far away from the horde as I could, reaching a spot in the middle of the woods. Thinking I was safe, I mean, it's clear. Before I knew it, another two were by me, and the whole horde was coming near me. I ran faster, but a rock caught my feet and ended up twisting my ankle. I screamed. But then, as one of the walkers reached my back, an arrow went flying through both of their heads. Daryl picks me up immediately and starts to run with me in his arms. I smiled sarcastically and said, "So you are a ninja?" He replied, "There's a shed near by, got supplies, and food, we'd hold up there before going back to Alexandria. And now, Ms. Rulebreaker. What have we learned??"I stuttered at how close we were. I mean, he was carrying me. "C-carry an arrow." He sits me back down on the ground as he states, "Only good girls get carried."

I shouted, "Fine, listen to you! I learned to listen to you." It took me all the courage to say that; i was pretty stubborn. I Was honest. He then picks her back up and adds, "Good girl."

#twd #the walking dead #fanfic #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixion smut #daryl dixion imagine #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #imagine #fluff #smut #romance #stories #x reader

[pandulce135]

HI!! You don’t understand how unbelievably happy I am to see someone writing for Glenn close because I am in love with that man. Can I request an x reader where the reader is the assistant coach to the kids soccer team. They’re very sweet and look after the dads as a cleric but can be a little overbearing. They’re always worrying about something and trying to mediate inner group conflicts because theyre afraid of the group breaking apart. Glenn and the reader sort of even each other out in that they keep him from doing anything too stupid & he knows how to get them to loosen up. Sorry if I did this wrong, I don’t send many requests ^^

It Can Take A While (Glenn Close x Reader)

A/N: Boy oh BOY was this fun to write. I’m getting back into the swing of writing so I hope this kind of fulfilled your simple simp desires cuz I sure know it filled mine. I need to find my writing style again but until then, here’s this!!!

Warnings: Spoilers of around episodes 20-30-ish of S1 with some creative liberties taken, loser of the sexiest podcast character poll (rip), alcohol, public make outs, swearing, gets kind of steamy by the end, lmk if there’s anything else. reader is a nerd

Word Count: 2.8k

It was another long day that passed in the foreign land that you quickly discovered was known as the Forgotten Realms. Tensions were high as your group traveled in the white Honda Odyssey with Darryl at the helm and Henry in the passenger seat. The boys, your sons, were still missing, taken by mysterious men in purple robes. Everyone was tired.

The two in the front were going at it, their difference in views was beginning to get the best of them… again. Beside you, in the back seat and behind the passenger was Glenn. In the very back were Ron and Paeden.

“Hey, hey,” Paeden’s nasally voice hovered over your shoulder. He sat directly behind you. You flinched and rubbed your ear against your shoulder as a discomforting tingling wave made its way down your side. You heard Glenn chuckle.

“Oh, dude, don’t do that.” You shifted to get a better view of Paeden. “What’s up?”

The boy behind you sniffed. “What are they fighting about?” He gestured to the pair in the front. They seemed to be getting more angry as their voices began to rise.

“They just have different opinions about things, bud, don’t stress it,” Glenn seemed to wave off their fighting as it was something that happened often. They always butted heads due to their differing opinions; from parenting styles to personal beliefs, they found a way to antagonize each other.

You wished you could be as chilled out as Glenn sometimes. You wouldn’t get so anxious about the group arguing so much. Somehow, you always find yourself being mediator. That’s just what you’ve always been good at, you guess. As assistant soccer coach (a position Darryl was angry at you for ‘stealing from him’), it was your job to promote everyone to be their best self. Arguing wouldn’t get anyone anywhere. It wasn’t constructive, only critical and you were all desperate to get your sons back.

“Oh, so that’s what it’s about? I’m sorry I can’t live with the fact that we killed over one-hundred people with that pyramid, Darryl.”

There it was.

Henry was the first one to let his anger really get to him. While he refuses to get angry with his sons, he has no qualms with getting angry at anyone in the group. Just an observation, you supposed.

“We need to be able to get our sons back, and we can’t do that if we’re facing whatever justice system is in place.” Darryl barked back.

There was a collective soft sigh in the back of the van, even from Ron, as the pair bickered.

“Darryl, if you’re going to fight, please park the car. We can talk this out.” Your voice was calm, as you spoke your suggestion. “We’re all tired and scared, and your emotions are valid, but if your emotions are going to get the better of you like this, then you should park the car,” you reiterated, leaning forward in your seat to be closer to the two men in the front. “Have a discussion, not an argument.”

Glenn, from your right, spoke up. “Well, I think arguments can be just as constructive as discussions.” You turned to him, furrowing your eyebrows together. “I’m just saying.”

“No, no, they’re right. Let’s park the car, and we can have a civilized discussion,” Henry relented with a gesture of his hand.

“Oh, great, we’re stopping.” Ron’s voice came from the back, sparking a moment of silence for him. “I really have to use the bathroom.”

“Okay, okay.” Darryl took a breath. “We’ll stop, Ron does what he needs to do, and we can workshop a way to get our sons back.”

There was a tense silence that followed Darryl’s statement as he started slowing down the car to a bumpy stop. Everyone began to pile out of the minivan and Ron rushed to get to a private area to relieve himself within the forest you stood in.

All around you, trees towered over you and bushes threatened to stab your legs. The ground was uneven and you wondered how the Odyssey’s suspension was holding up. The group of you had been traveling on this uneven terrain for weeks now and it hadn’t undergone substantial damage yet.

“What’s this really going to accomplish? Huh?” Darryl looked at you, his larger stature standing over you with his arms crossed.

You placed your hands on your hips. “For starters, so that no one would get hurt in case you lost your cool while driving.” Darryl was about to object when you held out a finger to stop him. “Also to actually have a face to face conversation with everyone involved. You two aren’t the only ones going through this. It’s not fair to us if you leave us out of the conversation.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry we did that,” Henry spoke from beside Darryl.

“You are forgiven,” Ron’s voice came from beside you. You felt your heart drop as you jumped away, your hand flying to your chest.

“Jesus, Ron,” you breathed out, placing a hand on the nearest person’s shoulder to feign support. Your hand landed on a worn down leather and you know you placed it on Glenn. He, Darryl and Henry laughed.

Yet another day of nipping an argument in the bud.

“You don’t like Christmas music?” Glenn exclaimed, causing you to shush him. You two were up talking by a makeshift fire while the rest of the dads were fast asleep. Neither of you could sleep and ended up chatting away.

You let out a laugh. “I loathe Christmas music. My retail gigs in college sucked.” You leaned back with your hands on the soft earth while he leaned in close, the orange flames highlighting his face against the darkness.

“You probably like Linkin Park, too.” He rolled his eyes and sat with his elbows on his knees, his feet flatfooted on the ground.

You faltered, struggling to come up with a response that wouldn’t upset him. It probably showed on your face.

“No!” He whined, his head rolling back before snapping upright to face you again. “Really? Linkin Park?”

“They got me through school! You can’t be mad at me!” You pointed a finger at him from across the fire.

“I forget you’re a nerd. What was your major again?” This time, Glenn leaned forward, the brightness of the fire once again illuminating his face and reflecting off of his eyes. It was almost like he was asking seriously.

You scratched the back of your head, your eyes averting his. “Computer science- cybersecurity.”

“So you’re a huge nerd!” Glenn laughed and you had to shush him again. “So what, you can like, hack stuff with what you learned?”

“Well, I’m paid to do the opposite,” you explained before a grin took hold over your lips. “But I have done a bit of hacking before.” The pair of you laughed as Glenn processed the information.

“No way. Goody-two-shoes you? Hacking?” Glenn leaned forward agin, his eyes squinted in humor. “Dude, you gotta show me sometime.”

You shook your head. “A hacker never reveals their secrets.” You turned away from the musician.

“Ah, playing hard to get, are we?” Glenn’s brown eyes narrowed at you, a sly grin exposing a bit of teeth. A heat ran up from your chest to your neck, where it crawled the rest of the way up to your face with a burn.

You turned away in an attempt to hide yourself. “Shut up, Close.”

“Get your head out of your ass for two seconds, Glenn!” You shouted. The rest of the dads were off trying to resolve an issue Glenn started while he and you stood behind a tavern. You were getting sick of his attitude. If the other dads were here, you knew they would be shocked at your yelling.

“Yeah? Where else would you like my head to be? Huh?” He took a step toward you, and it took all your willpower to not take a step back from him. You had to hold your ground and your eyes remained locked with his. He was definitely insinuating something else, you weren’t stupid, but you weren’t about to let him get the best of you.

“Maybe somewhere where you’ll be more aware of the situation?” You suggested, sarcasm laced through your words. “Dammit, Glenn. With all the touring you’ve done, you can’t fucking realize when to shut your damn mouth? You nearly blew it in there for us.” You pointed at the tavern you stood behind. The rest of the dads were in there.

“I didn’t think it would go south like that!” He tried to defend but you spoke up before he could get anything else out.

“Do you think at all?” You were nearly nose to nose apart from each other. Your anger seeped off of you as you glared at the man before you. Your eyes glaring straight into his and his were locked on yours just as harshly. Until you noticed the slight movement in his eyes. Glenn glanced downward slightly before holding your stare again. A heat began to flood your cheeks.

“You’d be surprised how much is on my mind lately.” His voice came out soft, unlike before, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” Your own volume matched his as his eyes glanced down again. You knew what he was looking at. The sudden change in tone caught you off guard. Your heart beat heavy in your chest, and you even heard it in your head.

Glenn reached out for your hand to hold it in his. You felt your blush worsen. He held your gaze, but it wasn’t as harsh as before. Instead, it was warm and welcoming. There was something else that took you by surprise: shyness. “I-”

Behind you, you heard the snap of a tree branch and turned yourself around just in time to see Henry appear from the side of the tavern. You managed to put enough distance between you and Glenn so you wouldn’t appear to be too close or… intimate.

“Hey, guys,” Henry greeted. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes were deep and dark and you didn’t know if it was because of the whole journey or just from having to clean up Glenn’s mess. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

You coughed and tried to get your cheeks to cool off. “No, nothing. How did it go?” You asked, taking a few steps forward toward the taller blond man.

“We managed to cool off the situation inside. We’ve got a few rooms for us to sleep in for the night, too.” He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I feel like I need to say this now, to avoid any potential disasters: there is a bar in there. Drink responsibly. We still have stuff to do.”

“Aw, hell yeah,” Glenn cheered from behind you. You couldn’t help but put your hand on your forehead.

“Don’t have too much fun, Glenn.” Henry shot a pointed look at the man in question before walking up and whispering in your ear. “Please keep an eye on him.”

“Hold on,” you pulled away from Henry. “Why do I have to be on baby sitting duty?” Henry simply turned around and began his departure from you to go back into the tavern. “Henry,” you tried. “Henry, not cool dude.”

You watched as he turned the corner, thus disappearing from your view before turning around to Glenn. He wore a shit eating grin. You sighed. “I need a drink.”

“Fuck yeah!”

You didn’t know how you were still functioning. You were three ales deep with a fourth in your hand as you leaned on Glenn. Somehow, throughout this entire adventure, he didn’t smell all that bad. He actually smelled of fresh soil and very woodsy. His free hand sat at your waist while yours was hanging onto the shoulder your head leaned on. He was on his fourth ale as well, but was holding a water for the two of you to share.

The rest of the dads decided to call it for the night and retired to the rooms they reserved earlier. It was rest well deserved, you’d say. You appreciated their ability to cool off the situation to ultimately get comfortable beds to rest in and alcohol to fill your stomach (and head).

“This stuff is strong.” You couldn’t help but nuzzle your cheek into his leather clad shoulder, his still shockingly soothing scent wafting its way to your nose. “I didn’t think it would be so crowded here tonight.”

“It’s a bar, these places always get packed this time of night,” Glenn’s smooth voice spoke into your ear and a chill ran down your spine. The blush that plagued your face before was coming back tenfold. The heat burned and you were nearly sure Glenn could feel it through his leather jacket. “Is it too much for you?” The question caught you off guard.

He was usually so full of himself. Checking up on you? That was almost unheard of on this little adventure you’ve been on. You felt his hand tighten on your waist, almost urging an answer out of you. You felt a lump form in your throat as your breath got caught.

“Oh, uhh,” you struggled with your words. You looked down at the ale in your hand and moved to slam it back until his hand moved from your waist and caught your wrist. You moved to face him. “Glenn!” You whined.

“You were supposed to be the one taking care of me,” he laughed at your growing frown. “If I let you drink this, will you drink some water?” His brown eyes held yours in an amused stare.

You peaked down at the two cups in your respective hands before looking back up at him. “I promise.” Your words came out in a slur, the syllables blending into each other to form a barely cohesive response.

He let go of your wrist and you moved faster than you knew Glenn thought you would. You slammed back the ale and stumbled into his chest. There was a rumble that resonated through his chest as he laughed at you.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you steady. “Since when were you such a party goer?” His voice rang in your head as it buzzed. Your world was feeling woozy but you felt like you were floating. You missed this feeling.

“Oh,” you chuckled, a grin stretching across your lips. You peered up at him through half lidded eyes and your blush was finally beginning to to get under control. “You would’ve loved me during my college years.”

“Yeah?” His facial expression mirrored yours. The water in his hand had been discarded on the bar next to you in favor of holding you to him. “Pray tell.”

“Why tell when I can show you?” Talk about liquid confidence. You leaned in, nose to nose with Glenn. Your alcoholic breaths colliding as your hands began to slide up his arms and around his neck. The front of your chest was pressed against his. He was locked in place just as you were.

“You’re speaking my language,” his said, speaking with a sultry tone you’ve never heard from him before. And Gods was it hot.

It was like a force brought your lips together and you couldn’t let go. Your fingers raked through his shoulder length black hair, holding him to you. His hands slid up and down your back and you felt a chill run down your spine and goosebumps appear along your arms. The hairs at the back of your neck stood as his hands finally rested at your hips.

He pinched at one side of your hips and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a small gasp. With a chuckle, his tongue met yours in a dance, twirling around each other. Out of instinct, you let out a moan which caused him to pull back an inch, a trail of saliva still connecting you. With his sudden disappearance, you had to fight off the urge to whine.

You looked up at him, breathless and flushed. He looked the same. It was a good look on him. Red cheeks, swollen lips, breathing a bit heavier than normal but not completely out of breath. His warmth returned to the side of your face as he leaned into your ear.

“How about we continue this somewhere else?”

#I told you i would do it #he deserves some good fanfic after taking that L #glenn close dndads #dndads glenn close #glenn close x reader #glenn close #glenn close x gn reader #gn reader #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads fanfic #fanfic #writing #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction

[beardedmrbean]

Elise Stefanik’s viral line of questioning of an elite trio of university presidents last week over how to respond to calls for the genocide of Jews didn’t just spark bipartisan outrage and lead to a high-profile resignation. It settled a personal score the congresswoman had with her alma mater, which had all but disowned her in the wake of Jan. 6.

Back then, in 2021, the dean of Harvard University’s school of government said the New York congresswoman’s comments about voter fraud in the 2020 presidential election had “no basis in evidence,” and the Harvard Institute of Politics removed Stefanik from its senior advisory committee. Stefanik at the time criticized what she described as “the ivory tower’s march toward a monoculture of like-minded, intolerant liberal views.”

Now, Stefanik’s high-profile turn assailing the presidents of Harvard, MIT and the University of Pennsylvania is a real threat to those institutions. Penn president Liz Magill resigned in the wake of her testimony on Saturday, and Stefanik has made it clear she expects more: “One down. Two to go,” she posted to X, formerly known as Twitter.

More than achieving vindication, Stefanik opened a new front in the culture wars — all while scrambling the Democratic Party’s traditional coalition of well-educated voters and their institutions of higher education.

Mitch Daniels, the retired former president of Purdue University and a former Republican governor of Indiana, called it “higher ed’s Bud Light moment” — referring to the beermaker’s divisive ad campaign featuring a transgender influencer — “when people who hang out with only people who adhere to what has become prevailing and dominant ideologies on campuses and suddenly discover there’s a world of people out there who disagrees.”

Republicans, of course, have been the loudest voices defending Stefanik. Daniels, who has also testified before hostile lawmakers on behalf of his university, mocked that the administrators Stefanik questioned retained the white-shoe law firm WilmerHale to prepare.

“Were they unprepared?” Daniels said in an interview. “Yes, they were unprepared by a lifetime of being cloistered in an ideological bubble and groupthink.”

Speaking at an event Monday, Virginia Gov. Glenn Youngkin, a graduate of Harvard Business School, told Bloomberg the contentious exchange on Capitol Hill marked a “cultural moment.” He added: “There is a tipping point, and we have to be clear on where that tipping point is. And extermination speech is clearly on the wrong side of that tipping point.”

But it is the movement against the university presidents from a chorus of Democrats that suggests a possible realignment of a traditional political alliance, one that could see bipartisan pushback against the elitism of the ivory tower.

“The president believes strongly that this is a moment to put your foot down and to ensure we have moral clarity,” White House spokesperson Andrew Bates said during a gaggle on Monday, as President Joe Biden headed to Pennsylvania for an unrelated event.

Josh Shapiro, the high-profile Jewish Democratic governor of Pennsylvania, called for Magill’s ouster.

Rep. Jake Auchincloss, a Massachusetts Democrat and an alum of both Harvard and MIT, said it’s “too soon to tell” whether the bipartisan backlash would become an issue in next year’s election. He attributed the larger cultural conflict to a “tension between individualism and identitarianism.”

“It’s fundamentally about hypocrisy,” said Auchincloss, whose great-grandparents fled the pogroms, emigrating to the U.S. around World War I. “And, at least for me, what I reacted to viscerally from the testimony was particularly Harvard, which has an abysmal track record on championing and incubating free and open speech — now, [they’re] into the First Amendment, when it’s about antisemitism? That was more striking to me.”

On the presidential campaign trail, the issue was finding new life.

“Finally, the veil has been lifted on the ugly underbelly of what’s going on in our culture, including in our universities and our educational institutions,” Vivek Ramaswamy, the biotech entrepreneur who authored “Woke, Inc.,” the 2021 book that railed against social justice, told POLITICO.

Prior to last week’s hearing, many candidates, including Ramaswamy, had largely relegated talk of wokeness to the back burner after finding it did not resonate with primary voters.

But that has changed for now, and Ramaswamy welcomed the new discourse. He called on universities to rewrite their speech codes to include antisemitism and said university presidents should be fired not just for their testimony, but for failing to “actually embrace free speech and open expression, embrace the true purpose of seeking knowledge as opposed to indoctrination.”

At least for now, Stefanik’s criticism has wrenched open whole lines of attack in the campaign.

“I’m gratified that I think people have opened their minds on both sides to the arguments that I was making back then,” Ramaswamy said.

#nunyas news #they were asked if antisemitism had a home on their campuses #and they said it depends

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

A mighty good team

(Happy Veterans/Armistice Day, y’all, let’s keep peace in our minds, hearts, and prayers.)

When - immediately following ‘Oh my.’ after you saw that little plus sign on Lori’s pregnancy test. It takes place during the night of S02 Cherokee Rose.

What - that seed of worry about your big brother being a ‘cause for concern’ grows a whole lot bigger when you put two and two together about the new bun in the oven. But it’s okay, Daryl had beers right? You’ll just chug whatever he’s got left so you can get out of your head, right? So long as you don’t topple over on the way to his tent!

Relationships - you and your mangy hick make a mighty good team, just sayin’. As well, you comfort Lori, so three cheers for siblingly/non-romantic love. You also make a cop joke to Rick and Shane.

Genre - i dunno, but there’s plenty of platonic fluff once y’all make your way to Daryl’s tent.

Perspective - You x Him

Pronouns - they/them, feminine implied imo

TWs - language, stress related to the Shane/Lori/Rick baby situation as well as Lori reacting with rejection fueled by fear regarding having another child, and Daryl drank 4 beers

Word count - Quit clucking like a mother hen. Lol, don’t worry, it’s about 3,400, so even shorter than the last one, which was shorter than I tend to do. Do I get a prize in the morning? :D

Refs to other stories - tinnitus following too much ibuprofen, how you and Daryl use the ‘idiot’ and ‘bitch’ to insult one another when squabbling because you hate being called ‘idiot’ and he hates being called ‘bitch.’ Check out ‘Oh my.’ so you know what the little fireside nap dream was.

And there are more references, but thankfully we have a: Link to the Masterlist so you can read up and turn into a bonafide Slowpoke! There’s a Ko-fi link, too, if you can spare something to help me pay toward my tires.

You

“Lori.”

“Y/N—” she stammers, but you’re too busy squeezing her again as all your worries melt away. She’s pregnant! After all this time, she’s finally pregnant again!

You’re smiling ear to ear and even crying a happy tears. “Lori, aw, don’t you make that face, this is wonderful news!” you nearly squeal even as you try to keep your voice quiet. “D-does Rick know yet? I’m so—I’m so happy I could scream! What about Carl, you must be—it must be very early days! Four weeks at most, must be?”

She’s crying too. But you see that those aren’t happy tears.

Oh, Lori. She must be scared out of her mind with worry. Can’t fault her there. “Lore, shh, come here.” You sidle up close to her and brush her hair back from her face. “We found a doctor—well, a vet, but he knows his stuff—and Miss Patricia is a nurse. We found a safe place here. And hey, at this rate, we might will find more survivors who have medical training!” you babble, trying to give comfort but meaning every word. “And Glenn and me, we’ll take a team, go to the nearest library or college, g-get us books on, on childbirth and the um, the VBAC stuff, the blood type incompatibility stuff, all that—”

She keeps crying quietly, barely making a sound. You rub her back and flip off and on from thinking thank you over and over to what can I say to help her?

This is wonderful news. Unexpected, scary, but good.

“This ain’t bad news, Lore. I promise.”

She tries to nod and ends up stammering, “I can’t tell Rick,” as if she’s done something wrong.

Red flag.

“What do you mean?”

She’s even quieter when she whispers, “Shane can’t know.” Her voice sounded frightened when she said that part.

Red flag, red flag.

The seed of dread in your stomach is beginning to bud.

Oh, Shane, what have you done? What does your brother have to do with this?

Red flag, red flag, red flag.

You don’t ask anything else, your brain is working too fast for your mouth to work at the moment. The ringing in your ears gets louder. The wooziness worsens even though you’re seated.

Then the connection meets and the waving red flags come to a halt.

You’re…you’re uncertain if the conclusion you drew will insult her. It’s not your intention.

The buds of dread begin to open as you gently and softly ask, “Would you say you’re four weeks along, or maybe a little further?”

Rick came back about four weeks ago. But…you know Shane and she had gotten close. Maybe ‘close’ meant rather closer than you’d assumed.

Neither Shane nor Lori said anything to you about it. You get why.

And…goddammit, you’re angry at Shane (When will he learn? When?), as much as you wish you weren’t. You can’t deny that; but you can understand how it would have happened.

The world ended. Relationships have been on speed-mode, be it friendship, love, or hatred. And Lori is beautiful, your brother is good-looking, and they’ve known each other for decades.

It even could’ve just been down to wanting a release or comfort, you reckon, just look at what happened with Glenn and Maggie today.

And Lori, she had thought she was a widow. Rick was dead, you’d all thought so! And that was after he’d already been in a coma for a month before the world fell apart.

Her face is buried in her lap. She curls in on herself before confessing it.

“I c-could be up to six weeks.”

Oh my.

The dread blooms.

You breathe in, out.

In. Out.

Resting a hand on her back, you stare unblinking at your backpack. “How long have you been carryin’ this alone, Lori,” you murmur, “before taking that test?”

Her hands are gripping her hair as she sniffs in reply, “Just a week. It, it was after we had the goose that I wanted to find a test, b-but…” Her hands cover her face and she bends her knees to her chest.

Your memories hop back to about a week or so ago, after you and Daryl bagged the Canada goose.

As it was cooking, she wasn’t doing too well with the smell. But even domesticated meat can smell kinda nasty when it’s cooking, so you never considered that it could be something more—and when she couldn’t really stomach the meat, you just chalked it up to it not tasting very edible.

And she’s been tired, but everyone has been to some degree. And it’s possible she really is only four weeks; she knew very early with Carl and one of the ones who didn’t make it. But in the event she’s five or six weeks…well, it’s not like she could consider a late period as a sign right now. Cycles have been going haywire since the outbreaks due to all the stress, dietary and exercise changes, and, and…oh, Lori. What do I say, what do I say?

“Rick won’t hate you or blame you.”

She’s trembling. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“He loves you.”

“But I can’t do this,” she almost snaps. “Condemn another child to a world like this? How could—I-I can’t, I can’t.”

At that, you feel a chill. That’s not good to hear.

You place your fingers over the spot where you’re stitched up from the same fragments that nearly took your Carl away. “Comfort and safety, even good health couldn’t ever be guaranteed,” you hush. “Even before all this, Lore. And you won’t be doing it alone, you’ll have all of us. Hell or high water.”

“B-but what am I gonna do?”

Shushing delicately, you rest your head on hers and can only think to answer, “Let us help you sleep and eat enough, for a start.”

Her breath catches and she releases a suppressed sob into her lap.

The unspoken problem of your brother is still raising its invisible hand.

Your family wasn’t the type who placed too much focus on blood, how could you?, but the context is different when it comes to fostering and adoption.

This is a somewhat stickier situation. And Shane is…Shane. He’ll get very possessive protective of what he’d think was ‘his,’ at least biologically.

What do I say, what do I say?

“Rick will be so happy that there’s another one in there,” you whisper, smiling. “Carl will be so excited.”

She shakes her head and whispers back, “Shane.”

Inhale. Exhale. Swallow. “Like me, he’ll be overjoyed about our new niece or nephew.”

Pulling away, her eyes meet yours and delve deep as if she’s searching for something. “He has to know it’s Rick’s.”

Holding her gaze and trying not to cry, you nod once. “He will.”

“It’s Rick’s,” she repeats under her breath. “It’s Rick’s…"

You close your eyes and send up more prayers for help as you press your forehead to hers.

Then you recall that strange dream you had by the fire and get another chill when you consider how oddly well it fits.

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Him

He had a fourth beer. Chugged it down once he got back to his tent. All he’s got right now to show for it is that slightly warm feeling in his belly. Still barely even got any spins, must be weak-ass beer.

So long as it gets him sleeping.

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You

Nope, sleep is gonna be impossible. This is way too much thinking before bed and your high pulse is making the ringing louder. You’ve got the mp3 player on but even the lowest setting feels too loud because of the clanging in your ears.

Where’s Daryl?

Daryl had beers. That was an eight-pack you saw back at the campfire, right? Yeah. And if there are none left, well, he’s somehow adept at getting you zen (usually after you squabble, but fuck it).

Thoughts are buzzing around your head like flies around a melted snow cone.

Lori is pregnant, and you’re thrilled to bits about it but…Shane’s possibly the biological father…and, fuck it, Shane is a cause for concern…and Sophia is alone for her fourth night in the woods or wherever she is, if she even ‘is’ anymore…and Carl just had major trauma and surgery…and if Mr. Greene finds out about what Maggie and Glenn did, how will he react?…

Not to mention that today you were in a flood-zone during a rainstorm so kept imagining how Dad got washed away and drowned in one, and this is after you had nightmares all last night reliving finding Mama dead and walking seconds before you killed that man.

Too much thinking, too much thinking, and now you’re regretting eating that oatmeal because your stomach feels queasy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d be convinced the roof of your tent was swirling!

But it’s okay, (it’s okay), it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okayyy. It’s. Okay.

Because Daryl had beers.

You’re gonna go ask for one, right now. Dale’s got scotch, sure, but you don’t know where it is and Dale might could be in bed already. And he turned your request down last night, so you’d have to steal sneak some, and if he catches you, he’ll only want to be all, you know, decent and fatherly and caring and shit, therefore won’t be down for you chugging straight from the bottle because you need to get out of your head!

So screw the idea that you shouldn’t have any alcohol after your painkiller miscalculation, the doc gave you the charcoal, so it’s fine, right?

Oh, that’s right, you don’t give a hoot anymore.

After clicking the music player off and yanking the earbuds out, you grit your teeth in pain as you sit up, then zip down and punch open the flap door to your little camo tent and—oh, people are still awake?

Huh.

…What time is it?

Even Jimmy’s still out. Glenn is still talking about something with him, Patricia and Carol are sitting by each other. Rick is finally outside by the fire, too. And Shane is back as well.

He and Rick aren’t sitting close. That’s been a growing problem and heck if it ain’t about to get bigger.

You grab the raggedy blanket from the corner of your tent and try to ignore how dizzy you feel when you move. You carefully walk to the campfire. Then you take Shane’s hand as you ask, “Rick, what’s the time?”

“Quarter past nine. Hey, um, did Hershel talk to you about his idea for Carl?”

…It’s only 9:15?

Blinking in disbelief that’s it’s not 1a.m., you resume what you were doing and plop your brother down next to Rick before remembering to answer, “He did, but um—too much thinking before bed ain’t advisable, so lemme just tuck you two in, we can chat in the mornin’.”

As you lay the blanket on their legs, Shane stifles a groan, knowing what’s coming. The hard lines in Rick’s forehead smooth out and he smothers a laugh, knowing what’s coming. Andrea’s amused hum clues you in that she’s noticed, and you glance over to see her smirking while finishing what’s in her beer bottle.

You look at your brothers. “Should I say, it or?”

It’s Rick who pushes his nose up with his pointer finger. It’s Shane who loses the try-not-to-smile war and outs with: “Pigs in a blanket, yeah?”

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Him

Come on, sleep. Come on, sleep. Come on, sleep.

He wishes he had an I Spy book or some shit. Ha, he still can’t believe that worked that time, clear knocked him out.

Maybe if he had some weed? But Merle and him used it up the first two weeks of the world fucking ending.

There was some…there was some of the hard stuff left. Saw it in the saddlebag when he remembered the pills for T-Dog. Except blow amps you up, it doesn’t chill you out.

Damn, he’s considering using? Dramatic Darylina, just chug a fifth beer and zen the hell up, little bitch.

He fumbles around for his skinning knife, clicks on his flashlight, picks up the last beer and jimmies the cap off. Except he’s not two gulps down when he hears a quiet, “Oh, he is awake. Daryl?”

Y/N is here? Excitedly zipping the door open, he sees them turn around to face him but suddenly crouch/waver as if they’re about to fall over.

“Howdy. May I take you up on that pragmatic beer now?”

“Why you all crouched like that?” he grunts.

“I’m a tad dizzy.”

“Why?”

“’Cause my ears are ringin’.”

“Still?”

“It’s like Quasimodo is in there or somethin’.” They point with their thumb toward the treeline. “Accidentally took too many painkillers back at the old couple’s house off the trail.”

Shit, do they need their stomach pumped or something? And why is he starting to panic?

“It’s just ibuprofen, Dary-bear, plus the doc already gave me charcoal as a precaution, it’s all good,” they drone. “Might could I please have a beer?”

Aren’t you not supposed to mix painkillers and alcohol? And wait, Y/N knows that stuff, they mentioned it earlier. Plus, there was only one left and he’d—damn, of course he’d opened it.  

“This is the last one,” he lamely replies.

“But there were two left…” they trail off. There’s this look on their face he can’t quite place. “Oh Daryl, how many did you have tonight?”

“…Four,” he tells them, feeling weirdly like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t.

They nod to the bottle in his hand. “Is that your fifth?”

Did they just use a teacher voice with him? And not even an annoyed high school teacher voice, that right there was a kindergarten-teacher-telling-the-students-it’s-nap-time voice.

“What about it?”

He hears them tut and watches them frown before saying, “Hand it over.”

“Quit cluckin’ like a mother hen.”

“Quit screwin’ with your liver.”

“Coming from the idiot who took too many painkillers and wanted to wash it down with beer?”

“That’ll mess with the kidneys and stomach long-term, bitch, not the liv—” snips from their mouth until they realize what they just admitted. At first, they look confused. Then, they chuckle as if something was funny.

“Y’all good down there?” Shane’s voice calls from the campfire. Were the two of them arguing that loud?

“Ugh, fuck me,” Daryl grumbles to himself and takes another swig of his beer.

“Shane don’t swing that way, sorry,” is the furthest thing from what he expected Y/N to respond, and he snarfs up some beer accordingly while Y/N waves to their brother and gives him a thumbs up.

Cracking up, Y/N sighs, then moves from their crouched position onto their butt and sharply inhales when they do because it probably made their stitches ache. “‘Quit clucking like a mother hen’ was really funny, by the way.”

“Mhm, I’m here to entertain,” he grits back, both annoyed that he just snarfed up his beer and yet trying not to laugh too openly.

Their eyes flit to the bottle.

He *grumble* offers it to them. They bite their lip and shake their head. “That weren’t exactly my intention anymore.”

He glances at the bottle and…*grumble* then finds himself twisting his wrist so the beer pours out onto the grass. “Pain in the ass.”

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You

Beer now watering (intoxicating?) the grass, Daryl scoots back and reclines in his tent, adjusting his back to get comfortable. To your annoyance and concern, you’re intrigued at how his body moved kinda cat-like and how his arms look rather nice above his head like that.

“So, what’s the big secret?” he slurs just a tad.

The big secret? Did he see you and Lori go into your tent and assume—how would he have—???

“We didn’t talk about anything major, uh, it’s…” you trail off. Oh, he meant how you promised you’d tell him about…the man you shot and killed. You send up another simple prayer of I’m sorry regarding him and inwardly knock your head against a table because you’d promised you’d tell Daryl that little not-so-fun-fact over a beer. What a move, Y/N. “I thought you meant somethin’ else, my bad. Um—”

“—Don’t tell me you got more dirt? Was that whatever you and Glenn talked about? He looked like he coulda used a beer after you two were done.”

A monotone, noncommittal sound leaves your mouth as you stare into space.

Pretty night sky again. You consider the wonderful part of the latest batch of dirt. Lori’s pregnant again! “It’s good dirt. Well, half of it is.” Oh, Shane, what’s gonna happen with you?

“What is it, then?” Daryl huffs.

Oops. “Just some stuff.”

“Quarter.”

Okay, you walked into that one. How many quarters for white lies do you owe so far, two?

Appealing to his…dunno, maybe his sense of loyalty, you remind him, “Snitches get stitches, man.”

To which he cracks, “Y’already got some.”

Scrunching up your face in delight, you clap your hands together as you snort, “You’re on a roll tonight,” while trying not to tighten your core too much because ouchhh, those stitches of yours still hurt when you do so. Glancing over at him, he’s actually smiling.

Within seconds, however, he’s back to his usual standoffish self. He waves his hand in question. “So, why you tryin’ to get hammered this time?”

“Well, I ain’t anymore.” You already feel better. And you’d only wanted a beer or shot or two of liquor, nothing too crazy.

Now he’s doing that squinty thing at you as he grunts, “That your way of saying ya wanna drop it?”

You shrug. “What made you start on your fifth beer?”

“Dunno.”

“Quarter,” you tease.

“Stop.”

“Ha-ha.” You run your hand through your hair and realize your dizziness is ebbing. “So, what time we leavin’ tomorrow, 6, 6:30?”

He shakes his head from where he’s laying. “The group is gonna have a meet-up before we all head out. They’ll wanna wait ’til the sun is bright enough, count on 7:30 or 8.”

“We can’t just go earlier?”

“Today, all them kept running into each other’s grids. We need to make it clear where we’re lookin’ and when.”

“Fair play.” Adjusting your position and fighting the urge to lay down, you make sure, “Think you and me’ll be done searching the road and the ridge by 12 or 1?”

“I guess. Why?”

Don’t get mad. “Mr. Greene asked for my help with a medical procedure for Carl. Early afternoon I said I might would be back by.”

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Him

He can’t get mad about that, no way. And early afternoon is enough time to scope out what they’d planned.

But is he…is he that much of an asshole that even Y/N for some reason thought helping a child who’s just been shot wouldn’t seem like a good enough reason to him?

And what the hell does his opinion matter, anyway? Besides, he can do shit on his own, don’t need nobody.

“You take care of Carl, I’ll find Sophia,” he says simply.

But this twitchy sensation wiggles in his chest when they immediately respond, “Deal,” with a relieved exhale. The nice feeling gets stronger when they then mumble, “We make a mighty good team, just sayin’.”

And Y/N then just flat-out lays down on the grass outside his tent. One hand rests on their belly, the other stretches up over their head.

“Hey Daryl? I was so happy to see the flower in the RV,” his friend next mumbles. “Carol said you told her the story, too.”

He isn’t sure how to respond, so he changes the topic. “Y’look like you’re about to nod off right there.”

“Mm, I feel so relaxed now. You did good, dude.”

What does that mean? Weirdo.

…He feels more relaxed now, too, though. Even if the two of them didn’t get into much conversation, they had a fun little squabble.

Maybe he should…yeah, he’ll dump the coke somewhere tomorrow. He’d heard something about a bloated, dead walker in a well out in one of the pastures, so he’ll prolly toss it in there since no one will be drinking from it.

The crickets aren’t as loud tonight. It’s colder.

Just to check on Y/N, he lifts his head slightly.

Seeing them lounging on the lawn like that first makes him contemplate tossing them his pillow, but it’s nasty so instead he figured an alternate plan would be his poncho so they can be more comfortable.

But, he thinks better on it, and “Go on, get your ass to bed,” is what he settles on.

They whine.

He grumbles. “Do I need to get your big brother over here?”

“Psht.”

A smile starts to form that he keep under wraps. He knows what’ll do the trick. “Gonna get ants and teeny little spiders all up in your hair and clothes.”

Sure enough that gets them going, complete with another whine.

“Goodnight, dude,” they snort.

“Yeah, g’night.”

He isn’t sure what made him lift his head to check on them again, but when he happens to look over, their face is contorting in pain as they attempt to position themselves in a way that’s avoiding using their injured arm/shoulder and their abdominal muscles to sit up so they can stand.

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You

Him helping you up wasn’t expected, since he’d been laying down. But just like that, he’s out of his tent and gripping your forearm on your good side to hoist you upright.

Once you’re on your feet, his hand touches your back for a moment and you cup his upper arm to steady yourself.

“Thanks for the assist, man,” you sigh, brushing off your butt in case any dirt or grass stuck to it.

“Yeah. See ya in the morning.”

So, not to overshare, but that simple touch felt really nice. And his arm is hard as a brick.

Eesh, this whole Glenn/Maggie thing is messing with you.

Whatev, you do know one thing: what you told Hershel about feeling safe around Daryl was accurate and honest. Your That mangy hick, for some reason, simply isn’t threatening in that way.

And dude thank God you’d gone to see Daryl, for real. Y'all make a good team.

Wait, what was it exactly you’d sa — oh Moses, your twang had come back full force with him, hadn’t it? You’d said ‘a mighty good team,’ that’s right.

Ha, you talk like such stereotype sometimes.

“See you in the morning, Rick,” you call softly as you pass him on the way to your tent. “Sleep in a little later with Lori tomorrow, you both could use it.”

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Him

He watches to make sure they don’t topple over on the way back. Thinks about how they did indeed mother-hen him, however, in all honesty, he doesn’t mind (that much, anyway).

He wonders where Sophia is sleeping. If she’s safe. If she ‘is.’

Shit, he flicks that thought off and shoves something better in its place: that tomorrow is only day four. He’d survived nine days at a younger age, she could survive, too.

Then, he’s thinking back on how Y/N looked so relaxed there on the grass a few minutes ago...which is a kinda weird thing to be thinking about.

Next he remembers how when they were talking to the doctor earlier, it was plain as day they’d lessened their accent. It sounded damn wrong to hear their voice like that, barely a twang in it.

He compares it to how comfy (and twangy) they sounded when they sighed “We make a mighty good team, just sayin’.”

That little fluttering warms in his chest again at the same time the corners of his mouth raise. And finally, all at once, his eyelids sink down, limbs grow heavy and he at last falls asleep.

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teeny tiny taglist :D

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[anastacius]

Cale can feel nervous too

I was re-reading the part where Bud Illis was introduced ( cuz gotta say I love that man, what is there to not like about him) then there was this scene

ch 362

“Please turn us invisible.”

“I got it, human!”

Raon's magic headed toward Cale, On, Hong and Choi Han.

Cale saw himself turning invisible starting from his feet and started to speak.

“I will call you back, your highness.”

- Whatever.

“By the way, your highness.”

The crown prince who was about to end the call looked toward Cale.

“Why are you dressed like that today? There aren’t any official events today, are there?”

- Ah.

The crown prince looked at his clothes before answering the question.

- The central nobles have slowly been trying to crawl up lately. I guess life has become bearable again.

Cale could see Alberu smiling the smile that Raon called wicked.

- I need to do some cleaning.

Cale did not ask what that cleaning entailed. He had a feeling that he shouldn't ask.

His instincts were correct on this one.

“Yes sir, please work hard.”

- Well, I don’t plan to harm or kill them.

Click.

The call ended.

As usual, Alberu was the one to end it.

‘Damn it.’

Cale tried to push Alberu’s last words to a corner of his mind.

And I Oop--

Alberu scaring Cale is the best thing in my life

#tcf meme #trash of the count's family #roan kingdom #cale henituse #alberu crossman #tcf #lcf #tcf manhwa #lcf novel #tcf crack #alberu x cale #tcf albecale #bud illis #re read #tcf alberu #tcf au #glenn poeff

[hajidumps]

og!Alberu: Glenn i need your advice

og!Glenn: this is the first time you ask me for help what happened?

og!Alberu: how did you realize you were inlove with Bud?

og!Glenn: I'm inlove Bud?

#trash of the count's family #incorrect tcf quotes #tcf incorrect quotes #alberu crossman #alver crossman #tcf glenn #bud illis #og!cale henituse #choi han #cale henituse #og!alberu crosmann #og!choi han #tboah #u cant tell me that glenn x bud isnt more of a shitshow than albechoicale #bud may be the mercenary king but he is dumb with his feelings #glenn has been with bud's side for so long that it just feels natural to him #the day they both got carried away bcuz of alcohol is the day the shit show starts #they hooked up #glenn and bud is the ship i never knew i needed

[mybrainiswild]

Broken Promises to myself

Daryl Dixon X Grimes Reader (Ricks daughter) established relationship

Warnings: Mentions of death, age gap, swearing

A/N: This fic is set in the prison during the flue outbreak. The reader is of legal consenting age however Daryl is older than her. I have not put an age on Daryl so you can do that yourself. part 2

Daryl had only been gone a few hours before I started to feel it. It came on gradually, starting as just a tingle in the back of my throat then cold sweats started wracking my whole body. That's when I knew I had been infected with whatever nearly everyone else had.

Tying a spare tang top around my face I started to make my way to the block the rest of the infected were, trying my best not to run into anyone. Keeping my head down I tried to stifle my coughs as much as I could as to not draw attention to myself. "Y/N/!" It was Carl one of the two people I didn't want to see right now. Without turning to face him I called back "Carl, go back inside ok? Just stay there, look after dad and Judith. You know I love you bud right?" The words just came out I wasn't thinking straight as my body couldn't decide weather it was hot or cold.

"Yeah I love you too but what's wrong?" "I've got it." It was all I had to say, he knew what I was talking about. "No!" His voice cracked, what would normally make me laugh and make jokes about him going through puberty was now something of hurt and heartbreak for both of us. "Dad! Come here!" He was yelling back behind him now trying to get Dad to come do something, anything. " Carl what's wrong?" It was now that I turned to face them, meeting my dads eyes I didn't have to say anything. He just knew.

Turning slightly he ran his hands over his face in a distraught manner tears forming slightly in his eyes. "No, no not you. You're fine I'm sure you are, you.." A deep cough one I'd been holding in for the past couple of minutes wracked through my body causing both dad and Carl to take steps back to ensure they weren't close enough to be infected. Carl was crying now and there was nothing I wanted to do more then wrap my arms around him and tell him everything was going to be ok just like an older sister should do.

However all I could do was comfort him with words. "Hey, Carl c'mon don't cry over me. Just think I'll get to see Mom again, we'll get to talk about how grown up you've gotten and how big Judith is. I'll tell her all about how good you are with her, how Beth sings her to sleep and how Daryl never calls her Judith. God she'll loose her shit when I tell her Daryl calls her daughter lil' ass kicker. Dad, I need you to do something for me. If I'm gone, witch I probably will be when Daryl gets back just tell him that I love him. I love you both too, and hey Carl you better tell Judith all the cool stories you have about me even the weird and embarrassing ones. I love you guys."

I didn't wait for a response I just turned and continued my way to the block. I let myself in and find Glenn sitting just outside a cell. "Shit." that's all he said when he saw me. "Wow, that is just the sweetest reaction anyone has had to seeing me." He knew the stiffness in my voice was from supressing tears, so he opened his arms allowing me to sit on the floor next to him with his arms around me as I cried into his shoulder.

From what I could tell about two days had passed since I first came to the block, so far I’ve had to put down three walkers witch in the grand scheme of things wasn‘t as many as I though I would. However my health was as I expected. Deteriorating. Lizzie and I sat on a bed together, my arms wrapped around her as I told her stories about my time in high school and all the crazy shit I got up to. Our laughter about the time I got my foot stuck in a chair while playing Fiona in Shrek the musical was interrupted by commotion at the entrance gate.

“I have to see her Carol. I have to see my girl.” It was Daryl, he was back. “you know you can’t go in there you’re not infected. She wouldn’t want you risking yourself.” "Daryl." he turned to face me the pain was evident rom his eyes I just wish I could see all of his face. The face of the most handsome man Id ever seen, the man I fell in love with but I couldn't. His nose and mouth was covered with his black bandana what I would give just to kiss those lips again.

"Carol's right, you shouldn't be here." "No, no I should. I love you too you know. I don't say it to you enough but I do I love you so much and I'm here to help. Look." He held up a large duffel bag in my direction. "We got the stuff. You'll take this and get better. I need you to get better ok, because I can't do this without you. I promised myself I wouldn't get too attached to anyone here so that loosing people wouldn't hurt. The moment you sat by me at the bonfire the night your dad came to the camp and asked how I was with the whole Merle situation I knew that I was gonna break that promise. I can not loose you."

"Daryl, Hershel is going to do everything he can and with that stuff the chances of us all getting better is higher but if things don't go to plan you have to let me go. ok? you have to take care of lil' ass kicker she needs her bad ass uncle to make sure she's doing good. And don't worry about me in here I've got Lizzie to fill in on a lot of stuff. For now you have to drop the bag and go back out there, deal with the walkers at the fence and keep everyone in line. Everyday I'll meet you in the interrogation room and you can fill me in on all the shit my dad is giving you. I love you, I'll see you tomorrow."

I turned grabbing Lizzies hand we walked back into my cell sitting on the bed in the same position we were in before. "So what story do you want to hear now?" "The one of you and Daryl. How did yous fall in love?"

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader

[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 19: Thicker Than Water

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 3 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, scary situation, violence, typical TWD ❧ Word Count: 4k

❧ In This Chapter: Daryl leaves with Rick and a few others to rescue Glenn and Maggie from Woodbury, where an old "friend" reunites with Daryl, causing some internal conflict between loyalties. Meanwhile, you are confronted with intruders back at the prison, one of whom makes you question the ease with which you welcome strangers.

❧ A/N: Hate that Merle is back messing with Daryl's head, but it also makes for some interesting drama so I'm here for it.

The night Daryl left for Woodbury was difficult for you.

You tried to take your mind off of it by taking care of the baby, who Carl had named Judith, but Daryl was right—there was something off about this mission.

Before this, most of your group’s problems came from walkers. Occasionally you’d run into less than friendly folks, but never before had anyone in your group went to take on a whole township of people.

You knew Daryl would also have to kill people if they tried to kill him or got in his way. That thought disturbed you, too.

When it came your turn to take watch in the guard tower, you didn’t have much to keep your mind from worrying. You didn’t feel like reading because the only book you had was the one you were reading to Daryl, and you couldn’t write in your journal because you knew you’d just write about him.

It was one of the many moments you’d had since the beginning of the apocalypse that you wished you still had your prescription Zoloft.

When you were relieved by Carl, you headed into your cell and tried to get a few winks of sleep before the sun rose in a few hours.

You slept a bit, but it was restless, as it always was when Daryl was gone.

The morning went by slowly. There was seven of you back at the prison: you, Carol, Beth, Carl, Judith, Hershel, and Axel. The weaklings, the negative voices in your mind echoed. The women, the children, the one-legged old man, and the wimpy ex-con.

You knew it wasn’t true. You didn’t believe anyone was weak, least of all anyone who was able to last this long in such a hostile world. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what Daryl thought of you.

He’d deny it until he was blue in the face, but he treated you like you were a porcelain doll. It was the only thing about him that could rub you the wrong way, that and his insecurities, of which there were many.

By nightfall, you sat with Beth and Carl in the cell block with nothing else to do to pass the time but teach Beth how to load a handgun.

“Load your magazine in this little slot here,” you instructed her, “then you push down with your thumb on this slide release button here. Now pull the slide back and let go. It’s ready to go now.” You handed the gun to her and watched her remove the magazine and repeat your steps with accuracy.

Carl smiled at you as he watched. “So you know how to swaddle a baby and load a gun?”

You laughed. “One of those things I would’ve never learned if it weren’t for all this.” You gestured vaguely to the world around you. “I hated guns back in the day. Too loud and dangerous. Still too loud and dangerous. I like my axe or my knife better, but sometimes you gotta use the gun.”

“I did it,” said Beth proudly after she finished the steps.

“Good job,” you said, checking the magazine to make sure she loaded it properly. “You’ll get faster the more you do it, too.”

“Finally got Judith to sleep,” Hershel said as he hobbled on his crutch into the room.

“How are we with formula?” Carl asked.

“We have enough to last us another month,” Hershel answered.

Carl nodded. “(Y/N) and I can go get some more at the end of the week.”

You looked at him curiously. “Your dad and the others should be back by then, bud.”

He looked back at you, his young face so much more serious than it had any right to be. “We don’t know that. Right now, Judith is the only family I got.”

You rested a hand on the young boy’s shoulder. “We’re all your family, Carl. It’s not just about blood anymore.”

He nodded his head before looking down to twiddle his thumbs.

The comfortable silence nestling between the four of you was stopped short by the distant sound of a woman screaming.

Your head perked up and you instinctually reached for your knife.

“What was that?” Beth asked nervously.

“It sounded like it came from inside,” you said, standing up and taking your gun from Beth to return it to its holster.

“Was it Carol?” asked Carl.

“She’s out keeping watch with Axel in the guard tower,” Hershel said.

You took a deep breath. “One of you should go check on them, make sure they didn’t come back in or something.” The screams of agony kept ringing out, taunting you. “I’m gonna check it out.”

“I’ll go with you,” Carl said as he stood up with his own gun. Though you didn’t really want Carl, a twelve year old kid, to go with you on a potentially dangerous investigation, but he had become a capable fighter, and you knew what it felt like to be treated like you couldn’t do anything. At least, that’s what you thought.

Hershel raised his crutch and barred the both of you from leaving. “I can’t let you go down there, either of you.”

You huffed. “Hershel, we’ll be fine. Someone needs to check it out. We’ll look out for each other.”

Hershel looked at you skeptically for a moment, then trailed his gaze down to Carl. “My father would go.” The boy nodded in agreement.

He reluctantly lowered his crutch, then turned to Beth as the two of you began your search for the source of the screaming. “If anything happens to them, Rick and Daryl will have my head.”

Slowly, the two of you made your way through the depths of the tombs, where the screams seemed to be coming from. You both held your guns upright, with flashlights crossed over them to guide your way.

The screams and cries became more and more clear the further you went. You finally reached the boiler room where it seemed the sounds were coming from. Carl shone his light on the door, slowly reaching for it before a walker came up from behind you.

You turned yourself in a flurry to plunge your knife deep into the walker’s skull before it could get to either of you. Carl nodded to you in thanks before leading you both into the boiler room.

The sight was certainly unexpected—five living people, one man and one woman fighting off a solid handful of walkers; and a man, a woman, and a teenager cowering on the ground. You both jogged closer to see what was happening. The woman on the ground appeared to have been bitten, and she must’ve been the source of the screams and cries.

You took a cursory glance at the others, your sights landing on the teenaged boy. You froze a bit before coming back to reality and shooting at the walker the other woman was fighting with a shovel.

She gasped before turning around to notice you and Carl. The others did the same, completely in shock by your sudden appearance.

“Come on!” Carl shouted.

You wanted to say something, to stop Carl from bringing them back with you, but the walkers were pouring in from somewhere and you needed to get him back to safety. There was no time to argue.

You led the way through the dark corridors, the man who had picked up the bitten woman barely able to keep up. You turned around when you heard the group slowing their pace.

“Hurry!” Carl yelled to the man who had dropped himself and the woman to the ground in exhaustion.

“Just go,” he said.

“Carl, let’s go,” you urged him as you saw the shadows of several more walkers rounding the corner towards you all.

“I’ll take her,” the other man said, rushing over to pick her up.

“I’ll cover you,” said the woman with the shovel before hurdling towards a walker and bashing its head in.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, just wanting to get Carl back to safety. You brought your gun up to eye level and began helping them keep the walkers at bay, shooting several directly in the head. “Carl!” you yelled to him when the walkers were thinned down.

He looked at you and nodded. “We have to leave her!” he yelled.

“No way!” said the man who was now carrying her over his shoulder.

Goddamnit.

You shot one more walker before urging the group to follow you again, all the while holding Carl’s hand to make sure he was by your side. You weren’t going to let him die for these people.

Throwing open the gate to your cell block’s common area, you waited for everyone to come through before latching it shut.

“Oh God, Donna!” the man, who you presumed to be the woman’s husband, cried.

The other man who was carrying her was laying her down on the ground. “Is she dead?” the husband asked frantically.

You and Carl hurried over to her lifeless body. As her husband began sobbing, you exchanged a worried look with Carl. He seemed to know what you were thinking.

He raised his gun to point down at her head. “I’ll take care of it,” he panted before cocking his gun. You were about to stop him, not because you didn’t think it was the right thing to do, but because you didn’t want Carl to have to put down yet another walker just a few days after he put his own mother down.

“Whoa, kid wait a minute,” the man who carried her looked between you and Carl.

“She could turn any second,” you said sternly.

“Who the hell are you people?” the other woman asked. “How did you get in here? Who are you with?”

She must’ve been confused—a young boy and a young woman, presumably living alone in an abandoned prison. She probably wondered how you both had survived so long if it was just the two of you.

You looked up at her to respond, but your sights landed on the young man standing next to her again. You couldn’t place it, but he looked vaguely familiar.

“Look, we can help you,” Carl said. “First thing’s first…” He raised his gun to the dead woman’s head again.

“No, we take care of our own,” the man said. He reached back and took a hammer from the young man, who immediately began crying.

“No, Tyreese!” the husband yelled in the midst of his sobs.

“I gotta do it,” the man called Tyreese responded. “Just take Ben and lean against the wall.”

Ben.

Something in your brain snapped like a rubber band being pulled too tight. That’s the little prick who shot me.

You followed Carl into the cell block, not taking your eyes off of Ben. When you were both inside, you regrouped with Hershel and Beth. “We can’t let them stay,” you whispered. “That kid is the one who shot me. They could be dangerous.”

Carl nodded to you before he returned to the gate separating the cell block from the common area and latched it shut, locking it with the keys Daryl had left you.

“Kid, did you just lock us in here?” Tyreese asked.

“Open the door,” the woman demanded.

“No way,” you said. “We don’t know you.” You actually did know Ben, but considering he’d apparently just lost his mother, you didn’t want to bring that up just yet.

“This room is secure. You’ll be safe,” Carl reassured them. “You have food and water.”

“Come on, man, we’re not animals—don’t do this,” the woman begged Carl. She looked up at you with pleading eyes, then anger. “Hey!” she yelled, causing you to flinch at her sudden reaction. “Open this door! Open it! Now!”

“Sasha!” Tyreese said. “Back away from their door, and let them go.”

“We don’t want any trouble,” he continued.

Carl nodded as they walked away to the other side of the room to take care of the woman they’d lost.

“Shouldn’t we help them?” Beth asked.

“We did,” you said plainly.

The newcomers didn’t cause any problems that night. The next morning, you all joined them in the common area to cook some food and let Hershel doctor them up.

“Pretty nice having medical training,” Tyreese said, watching the man stitch up the other man’s wound on his leg.

“It’ll only get you so far,” Hershel replied.

You stood in the corner with your arms folded, watching the newbies carefully. “He’s being modest,” you said. “He’s done a lot for us.” You looked directly at Ben sitting at the table eating ramen. He looked up at you when he felt your cold gaze on him. “I got shot about a week ago before we found this place. Right here.” You traced over your shoulder where you were shot. “It was some dumb kid who didn’t know how to use his gun. Hershel patched it up.”

There was a brief silence in the room before you spoke again. “You people have any guns?” you asked.

Before anyone could answer, the creaking of the cell block gate marked Beth’s entrance into the room with baby Judith in her arms. You moved forwards to keep close to her in case one of the new people tried something.

You weren’t sure where this newfound protectiveness was coming from. Maybe it was the fact that Daryl wasn’t there, or maybe you were trying to prove that you could keep people safe. Maybe you were just afraid of losing more. You quickly tossed that thought out, though. You couldn’t afford to be afraid anymore.

“Who’s the mother?” Sasha asked, realizing that Beth was much too young.

Sasha looked over to you curiously. You shook your head “no,” then looked down at your feet as you recalled that horrific day.

When the rest of the room fell quiet, Sasha realized. “I’m sorry.”

“Man, you people have been through the mill,” Tyreese added.

“Haven’t we all?” Hershel asked.

“It’s only getting worse out there,” Tyreese replied. “Dead are everywhere. And it’s only making the living… less like the living.”

“You’ve been out there this whole time? Hershel asked.

“Our camp was overrun… six, seven weeks ago,” Sasha said.

They all fell quiet before Tyreese looked over at you. “We had a few guns, but we ran out of bullets.”

You nodded your head, looking over to Ben again. “Must’ve used the last one on me.”

From what you’d gathered from talking to the group, the brother and sister, Tyreese and Sasha, seemed trustworthy enough. It was Ben and Allen, his father, you were wary of. They didn’t seem to be particularly interested in making friends with any of you. Tyreese and Sasha seemed to be more insistent on trying to “earn their keep” to stay with your group. It seemed like a good sign to you, but the silence from Ben and Allen, and the fact that Ben had attempted to rob you before shooting you, made you keep your guard up around them.

Ultimately, it wasn’t for you or any of the others to decide. It was Rick who determined that kind of thing, and you were that if he knew one of them had shot at you, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw them out.

You were a bit torn. You could still empathize with their group. They’d been out there on the road for a while, they needed somewhere to stay. On the other hand, you couldn’t trust at least half of their members. Whatever Rick would decide when he got back, you told yourself you’d accept it.

Beyond the prison walls, Rick was already dealing with the decision of letting in another potential group member: Merle Dixon.

Your group was able to rescue Glenn and Maggie from the clutches of the Governor, the man who ran the town of Woodbury, but they’d found out in the process that Merle had joined in with them shortly after he’d been left behind in Atlanta. On the brink of death from blood loss, the Governor took in Merle as his right-hand man (or, left-hand man, since that was the only one he had left).

Merle had helped Daryl and the others escape from Woodbury the night before, but now the group was fighting Daryl’s insistence on bringing his older brother back to the prison.

Maggie, Glenn, Rick, and Daryl now stood together in the middle of a dirt road a mile or so outside of Woodbury as they discussed what to do with him. The others tried to get him to understand that they couldn’t bring Merle back with them given his past behavior and more recent affiliation with the Governor, but Daryl couldn’t accept it. He refused to go back with them unless they took in Merle, too.

“What do you want us to tell (Y/N)?” Glenn asked.

He bit the inside of his lower lip in thought. “She’ll understand,” he said, as if trying to convince himself more than the others. “I’ll come back for her, but I ain’t leavin’ my brother out here alone. No way.”

He strutted back to the car to grab his things before heading off with Merle. He turned off all the thoughts in his head telling him not to do this. He couldn’t think, it would just confuse him more. He was getting too used to thinking around you. Before you came along, he didn’t have to think—Merle did it for him.

Rick caught up with him and tried to talk some sense into him. “There’s gotta be another way.”

“Don’ ask me to leave him,” Daryl said. “I already did that once.”

“We started something last night, you realize that?” Rick continued to hound him as he gathered his things from the trunk of the car.

“No him, no me. That’s all I can say.”

There was a deafening silence between the two men.

“Take care of yourself,” Daryl said. He looked down at his feet. “Little ass-kicker… Carl.” He paused for a moment, looking down at his feet then back at Rick. “Watch out for (Y/N). Tell her I’ll see her again, just… gotta work things out.”

Rick couldn’t even think of a thing to say as he watched Daryl join his brother and walk off into the woods. What’s more, he had absolutely no idea what to tell you.

When you heard the rattling of the prison gates opening that afternoon, your eyes widened and you immediately handed Judith to Beth to finish feeding her.

Running out to the front gates, you met up with Carl, Rick, and Carol as Maggie and Glenn kept driving the car up further, with Michonne in the backseat. You waved at them, happy to see they were all right. As you approached Rick and the others, you noticed Carol appeared to be crying, and then you realized Daryl wasn’t with them, or in the car with Maggie and Glenn.

Rick walked up to you with a solemn look to his face. He put his hand on your good shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “Where is he?” you asked, your head swimming and a lump in your throat beginning to form. You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. “Is—oh God—is he…”

Rick looked down for a moment, then back at you. Carol stood behind him and tried to wipe away her tears. “He’s alive,” Rick said.

You opened your eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Then where is he?”

“He left,” Rick said softly.

Your breath hitched and you could feel the tears already seeping past your waterline. “What? Why?”

“He ran into Merle, back at Woodbury.”

Your eyes darted in confusion as he continued to speak. “He wouldn’t come back with us unless we brought Merle back, too.” Your legs felt like they would give out from underneath you at any second. Rick noticed and brought his hands to your arms to keep you steady. Carol came over and wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

You couldn’t even say anything without it coming out in a garbled mess.

“He—he said he’d come back, (Y/N). I don’t know when, or if he’ll be with Merle… but he couldn’t leave him, and we can’t have Merle here. There was no compromising.”

You closed your eyes tightly, squeezing out the tears as they formed. Rick let go of your arms and Carol pulled you into a tight hug.

“He’ll come back, (Y/N). He will,” Carol whispered.

You let out a stream of strangled whimpers into her shoulder. “How could he just leave?” you asked. It wasn’t a question directed at anyone in particular, just a question for the world. “After everything…”

Rick held a meeting with the new people that night, but you struggled to pay attention. Besides your testimony against Ben, you didn’t have much to say. The others seemed convinced that Tyreese and his group would make good additions, especially since you needed all the help you could get with the new threat of the Governor and with Daryl gone.

When Rick asked what you thought, you simply shrugged.

By the end of the meeting, Rick had seemingly lost it, pointing his gun at Tyreese’s group and yelling at them to get out. It wasn’t how you would’ve dealt with it, but you were too distraught to care enough.

You didn’t eat that night. You just stayed in your cell. You found yourself laying on your bed and staring at one of the motorcycle posters you’d taped onto the brick wall for Daryl’s amusement. The longer you looked at it, the more obscure it became. At one point, it didn’t seem real anymore.

You propped yourself up and ripped down every single image you’d put up in an attempt to make Daryl feel more at home. You sobbed relentlessly, your aching cries echoing into the cell block along with the sound of tearing paper.

You crumpled up every Playboy cartoon and motorcycle poster until you had a big glob of magazine paper in your hands. You threw it somewhere in your cell, then plopped yourself back down onto the bed to cry into your pillow.

Your sobs had been withered down to delicate whimpers and sniffles when you heard a knocking sound coming from the bars of your cell.

You lifted your head and wiped back some of the tears. “Who—who is it?” you asked, your voice still drenched in tears.

“It’s me,” Carol’s voice came out from behind the curtain. “Just bringing you some food.”

“I’m not hungry,” you said, throwing yourself back down on the bed.

You heard the squeaking of the gate as she let herself in. “You still have to eat.”

She set a bowl of ramen down on your nightstand, then sat herself down on your bed with your back still facing her. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head “no,” but she still mentioned it anyway. “I know it doesn’t make any sense, and it hurts like hell, but he’s doing what he thinks he needs to do.”

You sniffled a bit, then slowly propped yourself up to look at Carol. “I thought he loved me,” you said.

Carol looked at you like you were some orphaned kitten, then reached over to move some of the strands of hair from your face. “He does.”

You scoffed. “But Merle… he cares more about him. He must. Why else would he leave for him?”

“Men like Merle… they have a way of getting into your head.”

You laughed a little as you thought of something Daryl had told you. “Daryl always talked about how he thought he owed him… for being the only one to take care of him. His dad was a drunk, and his mom was dead. When Merle was around, that was all he had.”

You curled the sleeve of your sweater around your fingers and wiped away some more tears. “Maybe… maybe he left because he felt like he owed him.” You shook your head. “Doesn’t change the fact that he broke my heart.”

“Hey,” Carol lifted your chin up to look her in the eyes, “he said he’d be back. He just needs to work this out with his brother. Then when he gets back, you can be as mad as him as you want. For now, just know that he loves you, (Y/N).”

If Daryl said he’d be back, he would be back. You knew that. Still, the question of when and under what circumstances, and the fact that he left in the first place, made you shudder. If and when he did come back, though, you knew for sure that you’d give him a piece of your mind. Nevertheless, you did know that he loved you.

You nodded. “It’s funny. I was scared to do this… to love someone again. I—I thought I’d get hurt, that he’d find someone else or just leave. Turns out he did both, in a way.”

Carol pulled you in for a hug. “Oh, (Y/N),” she sighed. “That man is crazy about you. He’s just not thinking straight. He’ll come back, and he’ll learn. Let him figure it out.”

You thought for a moment, then pulled yourself away. “He has to come back,” you said. Carol looked at you curiously. “He left that stupid motorcycle.”

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CHAPTER SIX

pairing: glenn rhee x fem!reader, oc!alexander x fem!reader (siblings), various x fem!reader

description: y/n enjoys the amenities of the cdc, a little too much, perhaps.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, drunk!shane being a douche

words: 3.4K

date posted: 08/03/22

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Prior to the apocalypse, Y/n didn’t have much taste for wine, particularly the many variations of red wine. Yet, somehow her glass had been filled and drained at least four times during the short amount of time that they had been seated around the dinner table at the CDC. Dr. Jenner had presented them with a wide variety of foods stuffed into his pantry, and upon the sight of the dinner spread, Y/n nearly wept. For the first time in weeks, she would be eating food that hadn’t been caught or forraiged by someone in their group, and she was able to actually enjoy it without the fear that someone would take it for themselves.

The alcohol had been a welcomed surprise. The CDC seemed to have an expansive bar area, where Dale had gone through and selected what he deemed to be the finest, constantly topping up everyone’s glasses to ensure that they would all be in good cheer. Y/n’s face felt hot, she knew that it was surely beet red and a bit sweaty, but she couldn’t find it within herself to care as she drunkenly giggled along with everything that was said. Alex seemed to have dropped his douchebag facade, opting for more of a jolly attitude. Hell, even Daryl seemed happy to be participating in such a feast. 

Dale filled Y/n’s cup to the brim once more, winking at her quickly as he moved around the table, stopping at Carl, "You know, in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner. And in France."

Lori snorted as she placed her hand over Carl's glass, "Well, when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some then."

"What's it gonna hurt?" Rick argued, grinning at his wife.

Lori shrugged and finally moved her hand, allowing Dale to pour a tiny amount of wine into Carl's glass. The group watched the boy intently as he raised the glass to his lips. From beside her, Alex guffawed loudly and slammed his fist onto the tabletop repeatedly as Carl's face twisted into a scowl at the bitter taste of the wine.

"Ewwww," he whined as he slid the cup as far away as he could, shaking his head, "that's nasty."

The group erupted into drunken laughter at the boy's reaction, morale at an all time high for once. Y/n smiled to herself as she took in each of their faces, many of which she thought she would never see again.

"Better stick to sodapop, bud." Shane told him.

"Not you Glenn." Daryl chuckled, "I wanna see how red your face'll get."

"What?" Glenn breathed through his wide grin. The young man was clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol that he had drunk.

Y/n’s gaze fell onto Glenn's only to find that he was already watching her. Her cheeks flushed red, something that she could no longer blame on the sun as he grinned at her, looking away quickly to avoid being caught by anyone else. She smiled back at him before turning her attention to Rick as he lifted his glass.

"It seems we haven't thanked our host properly. He's more than just our host." He toasted, "Hear, hear!"

"Here's to you, doc!" Daryl lifted the bottle that he'd been drinking out of, "Booyah!"

Shane waited merely a second after the chatter had died down before he turned to Jenner, who ate his own dinner at a separate table, "So when are you gonna tell us what happened here, doc? All the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring this out, where are they?"

"Shane," Rick scolded him, "We're celebrating. Don't need to do this now."

"This, this is why we're here, right? This was your move, supposed to find all the answers. Instead we found him. One man... Why?"

"Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left. Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted. Every last one? No, many couldn't face walking out the door. They... opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time." Jenner's face visibly whitened.

"You didn't leave. Why?"

"I just kept working, hoping to do some good."

Y/n shared a look with T-Dog across the table, rolling her eyes at Shane for bringing down the mood. T-Dog sneered at the man silently, taking a long swig out of his glass.

"Dude," Glenn huffed, "You are such a buzzkill."

The remainder of dinner was relatively quiet. Having heard the tragic fates of those who stayed there before them, Y/n seemed to have less of an appetite. After clearing up the majority of the mess, they had decided that everyone was ready to go to sleep in real beds.

Jenner led the group further down into the underground bunker, "Most of the facility is powered down including housing, so you'll have to make do here. The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you like. There's a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy. Just don't plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that draws power. The same applies... If you shower, go easy on the hot water."

Glenn turned to T-Dog with wide eyes, "Hot water?"

"That's what the man said."

Alexander didn't have the courtesy to offer his sister the first shower, taking advantage of his longer strides to reach the bathroom before she could. Thankfully, it was only a few minutes before he emerged from the steamy room, allowing her to finally step into the shower. Her lips parted into a grin as the steaming water met with her skin for the first time in weeks. A quiet moan left her lips as she soaked her hair and scrubbed the grime and dirt from her scalp, doing the same with her bare skin. Y/n stood under the steady stream for a good while, groaning as her muscles began to loosen under the strength of the heat, totally ignoring Dr. Jenner’s warning.

She patted her skin dry with the cotton towel, moving to clear the steam from the mirror with her hand. Y/n nearly jumped out of her own skin at her reflection; Stringy strands of hair slicked back from the water. Dark circles had appeared under her eyes, and her lips both looked and felt severely chapped. Her skin appeared remarkably darker from the long hours spent in the sun, and she was noticeably thinner than she had been prior to the apocalypse. The small amount of muscle that she had was more prominent, though her ribs were beginning to poke through the skin on her sides.

She noted that her brother was missing from the room when she stepped out in her towel. The room was not very big, a double bed in the centre with a small couch along the far wall. She spotted her bag on the edge of the bed, rummaging through it for some new, more comfortable clothes to wear to bed. She would be damned before she allowed her first night in the bed to be ruined by the stiffness of jeans. Quickly, she forced a baby pink hoodie over her head, slightly sticking onto her skin that was just barely still wet, and slid a pair of black running shorts up her legs.

Y/n ran her hand over the sheets of the bed. They felt cheap and scratchy against her palm, and yet they were more luxurious than she'd become accustomed to. She laughed as she fell backwards on the bed, bouncing on the mattress and spreading her arms out wide. The alcohol that she had ingested was taking effect. Her eyes fluttered closed, sleep nagging at her brain until she was just at the brink... And then it was the loud clanging sound in the hallway that brought her back to consciousness. She struggled to her feet and clambered over to the door, peeking her head out into the long, dingy corridor. The hallway was empty, and though the door at the end of the hall was closed over, she could clearly hear the ruckus from inside.

Curiously, she stepped out into the hallway, cursing herself internally for neglecting to slip socks on her feet as they met with the cold cement floor. The door at the end of the hall slammed against the wall as it flung open, revealing Shane as he stormed out of the room and down the hall towards her. The man froze in his place as he caught the young girl’s gaze, eyes moving to trail down her body, then back up to her eyes.

"Uh, hey, are you..." She began, though another booming voice drowned her own out, “You alright, Shane? You don’t look too hot.”

Shane was clearly quite drunk. His eyes appeared to be glassy and his movements were quite slow and loose. His right knuckle appeared to be forming a fresh bruise, while three scratch marks down his neck and jawline dripped a small amount of blood onto the collar of his shirt.

He laughed, humourlessly, tongue poking out to run over his bottom lip, “Nah, s’pose I don’. How ‘bout you? You doin’ alright’? Nothing I could help you with?”

Y/n was suddenly aware of the predatory nature of his stare, crossing her arms over her chest as she shrunk under Shane’s gaze.

“No, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

She stared at him silently for a beat, then quickly turned on her heel to rush back to the door of her room. The handle was held tightly by the large man as he came up behind her, preventing her escape.

“Go away, Shane.”

“Hey,” He used his free hand to grasp her chin, pulling her face up to rest only an inch from his own, “You listen when I’m talkin’ to you. I don’t know what you’re tryin’ to pull with that little attitude of yours, but it ain’t cute. Maybe you need some sort of disciplinary action.”

“Shane, let go!” Her knee met with his groin, forcing him back from her. Y/n pressed her back into the door as he grunted.

“Hey!” Daryl Dixon appeared in the hall like a guardian angel sent down from above. “People tryin’ to sleep ‘round here.”

Shane smiled at him, standing to his full height as if nothing had just happened, “Sorry, man. Just a little mix up with the rooms. This place all looks the same.”

The man gave her one last threatening glance as he began stumbling down the hallway, patting Daryl on the shoulder as he passed by. Y/n’s eyes were drawn on his back as he slowly disappeared around a corner, leaving her in the hall with Daryl, who watched her suspiciously.

“You good?” He grunted. “He try somethin’?”

She shook her head slowly, “No, it’s fine. Just a mix up, like he said.”

Daryl raised his brow, “Lookin’ pretty scared over a mix up.”

Y/n frowned, wrinkles setting into her forehead as she thought over what her response might be. Instead, she ignored the man as she turned and walked in the opposite direction, the one that Shane had initially come from. Y/n found herself wandering the halls of the compound, peeking into each of the communal areas for some sort of entertainment, though she was sorely disappointed when she’d discovered that they were all empty.

Finally, before she decided that it was time to retire to her room, she stepped into the cafeteria where they had just eaten dinner, trailing her fingertips over the stainless steel countertops as she crossed the room, eventually finding herself behind the bar. The selection appeared to be slim, but she was quickly able to find a sole bottle of white wine amongst the reds, and filled a plastic cup to the brim.

“Oh, uh, hey.”

Glenn stood in the doorway, eyes shifting between Y/n’s figure and the ground. He stuffed his hands into his front pockets awkwardly as he took a few hesitant steps closer.

“Oh, hey,” She smiled tightly at him, “What are you doing up?”

“Can’t sleep,” He reached the bar, standing on the opposite side and leaning on his elbows, “What about you?”

She shrugged, “Me neither, I guess I just wanna enjoy not having to worry about safety for one night. Plus, you never know when you’re gonna find another drink.”

“You’re lucky Rick and Shane aren’t around,” She raised her brow at his statement, prompting him to elaborate, “Cause you’re, like, underage.”

“I’m not sure that really matters anymore,” Y/n snorted, then motions to the bottle, “So are you gonna have some, or force me to drink alone?”

Glenn smirks, filling his own plastic cup with wine and taking a long sip. Y/n began to slowly drink from her cup, avoiding the burning stare that he had been focusing on the side of her head as an awkward silence took over.

“So…”

“Look, Glenn,” She sighed, setting the now-empty cup on the bartop, “About the other night, it doesn’t need to be some big thing if it's gonna change our friendship.”

He stared at her for a few moments, shifting his jaw back and forth, “Oh. Well, yeah I was thinking the same thing. But, uh, do you want it to be a big thing?”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know.”

Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth as she thought over his response, “Me neither.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Talk, I guess?” Y/n shrugged, “I mean, realistically speaking, I really don’t know anything about you.”

He nodded, “Yeah, yeah. That sounds good to me.” Glenn glanced down at the cup in his hand, “So do you wanna start, or do you want me to go first?”

Y/n smirked, refilling her cup with the fruity liquid, “Ask away, pizza boy.”

“Ah, so you at least know something about me.”

“Yeah, I mean it's not like you walked around in a delivery uniform for the entire first week, or anything.”

He chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes lifted to the ceiling as he thought over what he might want to ask, “What is your worst fear?”

“You mean other than being torn apart by dead people?” She smirked, “Probably… Sharks.”

“Sharks?”

“Yeah,” She shrugged, “I mean, it’s pretty irrational for this place, but back home, when my dad would take me fishing, it was something that was actually worth being concerned about.”

He furrowed his brow, “Aren’t you from Canada?”

“There is water in Canada, you know. It’s not like the North Pole or anything,” Y/n giggled, taking another long drink, “That was a very American thing for you to say, Glenn.”

“Oof,” He reached across to take the bottle from her, “Don’t let anyone else hear that.”

“Okay, my turn.” Y/n sat up straighter, “What is… your favourite colour?”

“Seriously?” He laughed. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Oh no, I’m just warming you up.”

Their cups had been filled and emptied several times before the bottle was finally drained, leaving them both flushed and giggling like children. The questions had slowly become deeper and deeper over the course of the evening, then lighter as the alcohol began affecting them more profusely. Y/n found herself laying on her back across the top of the bar, legs dangling off the edge while Glenn had perched himself in the space next to her head. The bottle laid in the short space between his thigh and her head, the very last dribble having dripped onto the countertop carelessly as the two young adults rambled on about everything and nothing.

“I have,” Glenn paused to let out a small giggle, “Another one. What is your favourite thing about me, and none of that obvious stuff, like about my massive biceps or anything.”

Y/n’s figure shook with laughter at his words, “Oh no, that’s literally the only thing I like about you.”

The boy pouted, “Ah, you gotta be kidding me.”

“No, no. I think…” Y/n bit her lip as she thought, “You are really smart.”

“Oh really?” He asked, “Like, Doctor Glenn Rhee, smart?”

“Like Doctor Edwin Jenner, smart.” She reached her arm up to tap her pointer finger against his temple, “B’sides, you like me, so there’s gotta be something going on up there.” She lifted her hand to poke his forehead with enough force to have his neck bending back a bit.

He swatted her hand away, a wide grin on his face, “Oh, so then you must be really smart too.”

She smirked, “Yeah, either that or the dumbest bitch alive.”

“Har-har,” He glanced around the room for a moment, “Hey, what time do you think it is?”

She shrugged, “Dunno… Late, probably.”

“You’re mean when you’re drunk, you know that?”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Says every drunk girl, ever.”

“Oh please,” She rolled her eyes, “You’re, like, way drunker than I am.”

“I won’t argue that.”

Y/n’s hand grasped the neck of the bottle, shaking it to show that it was empty with a loud, dramatic sigh.

“You tired?”

“Why?” She turned to look at him, “You trying to get rid of me or something?”

“‘Course not– Hey, where are you going?”

He watched in alarm as she leapt up from the bar, stumbling slightly as her bare feet met with the cold concrete floor.

“‘M going to bed,” She paused, glancing over her shoulder with hooded eyes, “You staying here, or what?”

By the time she had reached the hallway, Glenn had reached her side. The pair walked haphazardly down the hall, wobbling back and forth and bumping into one another. As she glanced up at him, Y/n thought back on the last conversation she had had with Amy before her untimely death only minutes later. Go for it.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n finally reached across to take his larger hand in her own. She felt his body stiffen under her touch, his steps faltering at the new touch as he craned his neck to stare down at her. Seconds past, and he began to relax as a soft expression of contentment crossed his features and his fingers slowly intertwined for her own.

Y/n smiled at the response, and in her mind, she knew that her friend, wherever she was, was screaming in joy as she watched the interaction.

“Shh,” She giggled as they approached her bedroom door, barely holding him upright, “Alex is probably sleeping.”

“God,” Glenn frowned, “You know, he’s, like, pretty scary.”

Y/n’s laugh escaped her much louder than she had expected, “No, he’s really not.”

“Maybe it’s just because he doesn’t like me?”

“He likes you,” Y/n comforted him, “Well, he did. He doesn’t know about any of,” she motioned between the two of them, “this just yet.”

She leaned back against the wall, holding his gaze as he moved closer, one hand reaching up to cup her cheek. His face grew closer to hers, and Y/n playfully nudged her nose against his to prompt him to come closer as she felt his breath begin to fan across her cheeks. His lips met hers gently, pulling away after a few moments, though her hand finding the back of his neck brought his face back to hers. Their lips moved together slowly, his bottom lip catching between her teeth as she opened her mouth just barely. Glenn let out a moan as her tongue slid across his lips, opening them to allow her to feel his own when–

“Hey!”

The pair jumped apart, two sets of wide eyes landing on the angry redneck who’d been drawn out of his room twice that night. He scowled at the two younger members of the group, pointing at them menacingly.

“’M not gonna tell you again to keep it down,” He barked, “‘M tryin’ to sleep.”

“Sorry, Daryl,” Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, “We were just… going to bed.”

The man shrugged, “Don’t care, just shut up.”

The door shut behind him, leaving the pair alone in the hallway once more. Glenn’s face was red, and his eyes wide as they turned back to watch the girl in front of him. Slowly, a small smile crept onto his face as they began to giggle together, quietly shushing one another.

Y/n bit her lip, eyes becoming heavy as she stared up at him and whispered quietly, “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

He placed one final kiss to her lips, then another on her cheek in farewell as she slipped back into her room.

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Broken Trust

Summary: Y/N Walsh meets Daryl Dixon while working as an undercover Police Officer. But, when Daryl finds out the truth about you, you’re forced to move back to King County.

While on duty, a bullet puts you and Rick Grimes in hospital and when you wake up, the whole world has changed.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language, alcohol

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Chapter 10-

Dr Edwin Jenner was the man running the CDC, he made you all submit to a blood test if you wanted to come in.

So, you all agreed and after Andrea nearly passed out after her blood test due to not eating anything, Dr Jenner took you all to the kitchen and you were now sitting around the large table, bowls and plates stacked with food and bottles of wine covering the table top as you ate and drank together.

You knew everyone had a little bit too much to drink by now, but you were not about to stop Dale from giving everyone another round as he made his way around the table with another bottle of wine, topping up everyone's glasses.

"You know, in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner. And in France." Dale said, as he finished filling up your glass.

You looked over at Carl across the table who was sitting between his parents causing you to chuckle.

The day Lori lets Carl drink, would be the day pigs fly.

"Well, when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some then." She responded and you just rolled your eyes.

She was always a sticker for the rules even as kids. She was a good mother, but you sometimes wished she let loose sometimes.

"What's it going to hurt? Come on." Rick responded, looking over at his wife.

"Alright." She finally said and your eyes widen in shock as you glanced over at you brother beside you who seemed to be as shocked as you were.

Dale grinned, pouring a little bit into Carls plastic cup as you watched the boy take a sip.

"Ew! That tastes nasty!" He exclaimed, pulling a disgusted face as he poked his tongue out causing everyone to laugh. 

"That's my boy." Lori responded grabbing his cup and pouring the wine into her glass.

"Better stick to soda pop there, bud." Shane said as Rick handed Carl a can of soda instead.

"Not you, Glenn. Keep drinking little man. I wanna see how red your face can get." Daryl said as he leant over the table and picked up one of the bottles of wine causing the others to all laugh as you stared at Daryl.

He had a golden Desert Eagle handgun tucked into he front of his pants where his shirt had ridded up a little, exposing some of his skin and you quickly looked away.

What the hell are you doing, Y/N?

Shaking your head at yourself you took a drink from your glass and leant back in chair. You've defiantly had more wine than you probably should, you didn't even like wine that much anyway, but it was there and hell, you wanted to get drunk.

"It seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly." Rick suddenly spoke up and you glanced over at Dr Jenner who was sitting at the other table silently.

"He is more than just our host." T-Dog added, standing up and holding his glass of wine to the sky. "Hear hear!" He shouted as the others all mimicked him, raising their glasses and you did the same.

"Booyah!" Daryl shouted, raising his bottle of wine, not even bothering to pour it into a glass as he took a drink.

Still the same old Dixon.

"So, when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, doc? All the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?' Shane suddenly questioned from beside you causing everyone to stop celebrating as they looked between Shane and the doctor as you elbowed your brother.

He couldn't have waited a couple hours before asking?

"We're celebrating, Shane. Don't need to do this now." Rick responded.

"Whoa, wait a second. This is why we're here, right? This was your move, supposed to find all the answers. Instead we found him. Found one man. Why?" 

"Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left. Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted... But, many couldn't face walking out the door. They opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time." Dr Jenner explained and for a moment nobody said anything as they stared at him in shock before you broke the silence.

"You didn't leave. Why?" You asked, a small part of you hoping that he was close to finding a cure for all of this, but deep down you knew that was impossible.

"I just kept working. Hoping to do some good." He answered with a shrug as the room fell into awkward silence as you all stared at the doctor, not really sure what to do or say next.

"Dude, you are such a buzzkill, man." Glenn muttered from across the table.

"Yes, he is. You get used to it, now I need a refill." You announced, trying to lighten the mood as you filled up your glass again before passing the bottle around the table for the others and a few minutes later, you were sitting back and chatting away again.

An hour later, the group of you were well and truly drunk.

A few more so than others as you walked down the hallway following Dr Jenner as he showed you all were you could sleep and were the showers were.

Showers, with hot water.

It was like you had died and gone to heaven. You had shelter, alcohol, beds and showers. What more could a girl want?

Everyone had somehow managed to pick their bedrooms and you made sure to pick the one furthest away from Shane because you knew when he was drunk, he snored like a freight train.

Their were only two showers in the large communal bathroom, so you had to wait a while before it was your turn, but you didn't mind.

You ended up back in the kitchen, sitting on one of the benches with a bottle of Jack Daniels that you recently discovered on one of the top shelves in the kitchen.

If you knew that was there the whole time, you wouldn't have been drinking that awful wine, but better late than never.

Glenn and Daryl were still in the kitchen with you, either waiting for a shower or just bored. You weren't sure which, but it didn't matter as you sat back and watched Glenn struggle to pour himself another glass of wine, spilling most of it on over the table causing you and Daryl to laugh as you watched him.

"A shower is free, y'all." Shane's voice shouted from down the hallway as Glenn quickly looked up, waiting to see who was going to go.

"Go for it, Glenn." You said, nodding towards the door.

"Thank you!" He shouted, although he did not need to shout since he was just across the room.

You just chuckled, watching him stagger out the door before you realised that you had just made a big mistake.

Now it was just you and Daryl alone in the room.

That was a bad idea.

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes as Daryl sat on one of the chairs with his legs resting up on the table, nursing his soon to be empty bottle of wine while you sat on the bench top fiddling with your now half empty bottle of jack.

"Are you just going to keep ignoring me?" You suddenly questioned, glancing over at Daryl who refused to look at you.

"Yep." He muttered, taking a swig from his bottle causing you to roll your eyes.

It had been over five years. Yes, he thought you betrayed and used him, but it was years ago and the world had literally died, couldn't you move on?

"What do you want me to say to you, Daryl? It's been over five years-"

"Ya used me! Ya lied to me 'n you're a fuckin' cop!" He snapped, slamming his bottle of wine down on the table with a thud as he stood up causing you to flinch at his unexpected outburst as you stared at him, not knowing what to say. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He muttered, staring at you for a few seconds before he began to walk off.

"Daryl, wait." You quickly said, just as he reached the door and stopped, but didn't look back at you. "I didn't want to hurt you, it wasn't my intention. Yes, I was an uncover cop, but I never used you. I loved you, Daryl."

"If ya loved me then why didn't ya tell me the truth?" He questioned, slowly turning around to face you.

"I couldn't, I was afraid that you'd react like this." You answered truthfully causing Daryl scoff, shaking his head before walking out the room.

You stood there in the middle of the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to figure out what the hell just happened before Carol appeared.

"Hey, one of the showers are free- what happened?" She asked, walking into the room as she took in the tears in your eyes.

"Nothing. I've just had way to much to drink. I'm gonna have a shower and go to bed."

You didn't give her a chance to respond before you walked past her, out the kitchen and made your way towards the showers.

You walked into the room, noticing someone was in the shower to the left as you walked into the cubical to the right that Carol had just came out of and didn't waste anytime as you stripped off your clothes.

You figured it was probably Glenn still in the other shower as you finished pulling your clothes off before you turned on the taps. Instant hot water began to flow causing you to sigh in relief as you got under the stream.

At least this time you weren't having a shower at the station with Rick, Morgan and his son literal a few metres away from you. This time you had privacy and you were the last one to have a shower which meant you could take as long as you wanted.

You weren't sure how long you spent under the water, but when you finally turned the tap off, you came to a quick realisation that you had forgotten to grab a towel before you walked in here.

Shit.

You stood there for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do as you stared at your deputy uniform on the ground before the shower beside you turned off and an idea clicked.

"Umm, Glenn. I forgot to grab a towel, can you throw it over for me?"

You stared up at the ceiling as you waited for him to respond, but he never said anything before a towel was thrown over the side of your cubical.

"Thanks." You responded as you began to dry yourself with the towel before you realised that you left your bag in your bedroom that contained all your clean clothes.

Drunk you was clearly very forgetful. Did you forget to anything else too?

You figured everyone would already be in bed and your bedroom was just two doors down the hall. 

So, you wrapped your towel around your body, securing it tightly before you grabbing your dirty clothes from the ground.

Once you had everything, you opened the door to your shower cubical only to come face to face with Daryl fucking Dixon as he stepped out the shower next to yours.

The two of you practically walked straight into each other causing you drop the bottle of Jack still in your hand as the glass smashed onto the ground, alcohol spilling everywhere and up onto your legs as glass scattering over the floor.

You didn't say anything to Daryl as you put your dirty clothes back down and crouched down as you began to pick up the glass pieces, not wanting Carl or Sophia to walk in here and get glass on their feet.

"Ya gonna cut yourself." Daryl muttered from somewhere in the room.

You ignored him, not even looking at him as you continued to pick up the pieces. But, of course, he was right because not a second later one of the pieces sliced your palm.

"Shit." You winced under your breath, blood trickling down your hand.

You continued picking up the pieces before Daryl suddenly crouched down beside you.

"I got it. Go back in the shower, wash the wound and the alcohol off your legs."

You lifted your head to look at him, but he wasn't looking at you as he began to take over from picking up the pieces.

Wait, was he actually being nice to you?

You stared at him for a moment before walking back into the shower, not bothering to close the door since you were just going to wash your hand and legs as you turned the water back on.

You lifted your legs under the water, trying not to get your towel wet as you swapped legs, getting the whiskey off your skin before you held your hand under the water and watched as the blood tripped from your palm.

It was only a small cut, didn't even need a Band-Aid, but like a paper cut, it stung like a bitch.

"M'sorry for what I said earlier." Daryl mumbled from somewhere behind you as you kept your hand under the water, your back facing him.

"Don't. You have every right to be angry, you have every right to hate me."

Suddenly, Daryl's hand was on your shoulder and you turned around, your eyes locking with his ocean blue ones.

"I don't hate ya."

It was only then did you realise just how close the two of you were. Your faces inches apart and before you even knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against yours.

He must have had a fair bit to drink because you were almost certain that if Daryl was sober, he wouldn't even be in the same room as you, let alone actually kissing you.

You began to kiss him back, getting lost in the moment before your drunk brain began to catch up with what was happening and you knew you should put a stop to this.

Daryl wouldn't want this.

He was drunk, you were slightly drunk.

He'd wake up and hate you even more if you let this happen.

"We can't do this." You whispered against his lips, pulling away slightly.

"Tell me to leave 'n I will." Daryl responded as he took a step to the side, so he wasn't blocking the door, but you didn't say anything as you stared at him.

You weren't sure who had made the first move, for all you know it could've been you who had leant forward, but you were kissing him again.

It must have been the alcohol in your system giving you confidence because the next thing you knew, you were fiddling for the buttons to his flannel and he wasn't even trying to stop you as his hands cupped the side of your face, kissing deeply.

You managed to undo the buttons of his flannel, exposing his toned stomach as you pulled the sleeveless shirt the rest of the way off his body.

Your hands instantly began trailing over the familiar scars across his chest as you kissed him while he began to undo his belt and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled the towel off you, exposing your naked body.

Daryl took a moment, taking in your frame before froze, his fingers tracing over the freshly scarred skin on your stomach from the bullet wound.

His expression turned into confusion as he stared at it, clearly realising that it never used to be there.

You didn't wait for him to ask, instead you grabbed his hand and pulled him backwards until you were both standing under the shower as the water poured down your bodies before his lips found yours and he kissed you again.

His hands traced over your bare back as he began to place a trail of kissed down your neck. 

Oh, you were so going to regret this in morning, but right now? You were going to have fun. 

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