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lunajay33 · 2 months

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Both❤️‍🔥

Summary: There was just something about you that Rick and Daryl couldn’t deny, they wanted you, but will they have to fight for you, who will you chose maybe both?

~Threesome

•Masterlist•

You were sat in the watch tower with your binoculars looking out by the fences for any danger, as you were looking around you noticed Daryl and Rick in the field and god did they make me feel things, Daryl first caught your eyes with his mysterious quiet guy act, and then when he’d talk to you with that deep voice and the way he’d look at you made your knees weak like nothing you’d ever felt before but then…….

There came Rick Grimes, that sheriff outfit and the way he took charge of the ground had butterflies erupt in your belly and now you were drooling over the two men constantly especially when they’d be hard at work outside with the sun beating down on them, their tan skin shimmering with sweat god it was so hot

As you were fantasizing about them you hadn’t noticed they were looking back at you, obviously you were spying on them, which made them smirk, when you noticed what you’d been doing you quickly moved the binoculars down and climbed down the tower, once you got to the bottom you were met by those devilish men you’d think about late at night

“Hey darlin” Daryl said as he leaned on the wall next to you as Rick was on your other side trapping you

“Hi” you said timidly

“You have a nice look there, have your eye on one of us sweetie?” Rick asked playing with a strand of you hair

You could feel what was happening in your panties, these men really did things to you, you wanted them to do unspeakable things, they were a bit older than you but you were 22 you’re a woman who needs some strong men to break you out of your shell

“Maybe” you said biting your lip

“Oh really, and which one would that be peach?” Daryl asked as he ran his hand down your waist pulling your shirt a bit lower

You didn’t say anything to distracted by the hands roaming your body

“Come on baby, who do you need?” Rick whispered in your ear

“Mmmmm, I need you both” they looked at you with the look that made you knee weak and your heart pump faster

“What do ya say?” Daryl asked squeezing your hip

“Please, please I’ll be good” you whined feeling the fullest affect of these men

“Mmmm I think we should reward her don’t you think Daryl?” He asked as they looked at each other smirking

“Ya I think she does” Daryl took your hand dragging you up the watch tower as Rick followed

Daryl laid you down on the mattress Glenn and Maggie dragged up here, they looked down at you as they continued to remove their shirts and pants leaving them in boxers and god just from the outlines they were big, it was mouth watering

Rick kneeled on your left as Daryl was on your right as they gazed at you body, Daryl pulled you shirt off as Rick pulled down you tight jeans leaving you in your pink bra and panties

“Oh baby were you planning for this?” Rick asked as he ran his fingers higher up you thigh leaving goosebumps in its trail as Daryl couldn’t rip his eyes from your boobs

“Was just waiting for the day that it might happen” you said rubbing your legs together for some friction

“Here we thought ya were a good girl” Daryl said as he unclipped your bra leaving your chest bare as Rick tucked his fingers in the band of your panties ripping them off, now completely nude, this is new to you so you weren’t sure what to fully do especially with two hot men

“What’s wrong baby ain’t ya want this?” Daryl asked as he licked up your stomach to your chest

“Yes oh god yes it’s just……” you gasped out as Rick ran his thumb against your clit

“Just what baby?” Rick asked as he rubbed faster

“I’ve never……you know, I don’t wanna be bad” you admitted making them both stop

“Really a pretty lil thing like ya ain’t ever been touched?”

“All for us now aren’t you baby?”

“Yes I’m all yours, both of you, just teach me I want you guys to feel good too”

“Oh peach we’ll feel good don’t worry ‘bout that” Daryl smirked as he started to suck on you boob as he ran his thumb over the other

“Mmmm Daryl” you moaned right before you felt something wet flick against your clit making you almost scream, bucking your hips

Everything felt so good, Rick fingers digging into your hips trying to keep you down, both their tongues on you made your head all hazy, it felt so good you didn’t think it could get better

Then you felt fingers enter you curling in and out and it pushed you over, screaming out from the pleasure that coursed through you, your legs shaking from how hard it hit you

They pulled back looking at your shaking body as you huffed out of breathe

“How do you feel baby, ready for the real things?” Rick asked pushing your hair back

“Yes please I want more”

“Who first darlin?” Daryl asked as they both stripped themselves of their boxers as their dicks smacked against their stomach, and damn were they packing, Rick had his red angry tip, long and white, and Daryl’s was thick and veiny but still long

“I want Daryl first” you basically whined spreading your legs open, Daryl dropped himself between your legs, gliding his tip up and down your folds pushing hard against your clit

Rick sat up closer to you as he pumped his dick in his hand at the sight of his best friend pushing into you hearing the pop of his dick stretching you out for the first time, you were up on your elbows looking down whining at the stretch

“Mmmm it’s so good, I don’t know if….fuck if I can take it”

“Just breathe darlin, I’ll get it ta fit” Daryl said as you calmed down so he could slowly push all the way in groaning

“She tight Daryl?” Rick asked as you squeezed his thigh

“Damn right, so tight she’s suckin me in, she’s perfect” he said clawing at you legs burying his head in your shoulder breathing you in

“Ya ready?” He whispered in the husky voice

“Yes be careful please”

He started off slow, pulling back until slowly pushing all the way back in till you were fully comfortable with his length, you were a moaning mess but felt bad for Rick so you snaked your hand up his thigh gripping his dick and started to pump it, running your thumb over his slit ever so often causing his to hiss

The noises coming out of all three of you was damn near pornographic, hell this was a porno two sexy men screwing a virgin but god did you love it

“Am I doing good?” You squealed when Daryl hit a certain spot

“So good baby, fuck I’m gonna cum” Rick groaned as he started to thrust into you hand soon after cumming all over your hand, he sat back huffing as he continued to watch Daryl fuck you

“Ya close peach?” Daryl asked as he sat back up and putting your legs over his shoulders perfectly hitting that spot making you screaming feeling that pleasure build in your belly again

“Yes Daryl I’m about to cum keep going”

Rick started sucking on your boobs as Daryl begin to quickly rub your clit finally pushing you over the edge, squeezing around Daryl’s dick feeling him fill you up as he groaned trying to be quiet

You were hazy again the pleasure making you extremely tired but the after wave felt so good, you actually had a threesome

Daryl pulled out as you all watched his cum leak out of you

“Rick don’t think she can take two dicks in one day” Daryl said as he spread your legs wider seeing your red puffy clit

“Next time baby you’re all mine”

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Part.2<-

Guys this was my first full spicy story lmk if I should do a part 2? Also lmk where you guys are reading from, I think most of my readers are international!!

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junekicks · 11 months

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a horse named cold air ♱ rick grimes (4x16)

The quiet of the night brings Judith to your mind. You know better than to think about her anymore, Rick has told you to stop, ever since you’d left the prison. Bruised and aching with a ruined Carl and a near deathbed Rick.

Thinking of little Jude just brings on a sadness you can’t quite recover from. He believes she’s gone, you’re not quite sure you believe that.

Tonight had brought you guys Daryl. He was still alive, more of them had to be. Carol? Maggie? Glenn? Your family, they had to be alive, somewhere. It’s what you guys were made for: staying alive.

Tonight had been another show of that.

The Claimers had been brutal. They’d been disgusting, but they brought Daryl back.

There’s an orange glow coating your face as the small fire crackles before you. Wood burns. It leaves a smell in the warm-cold air. Your eyes are fixated on the olden car, Michonne is tucked inside the vehicle with Carl, his head tucked over her lap. Her gentle fingers at his growing hair. Daryl stays against the truck, keeping watch for the time being. Rick is up to be in that spot soon. You soon to enter the car to switch with Michonne. To check on the young boy you care deeply for, once more.

Your mind leaves Judith, only to land on the next Grimes’ child. It’s a cycle. A quiet one you don’t tell Rick about. You don’t ever tell him how much you ache for his children.

Carl, who has been tainted by awful hands only a short hour ago.

You had tried to reach him when it was all happening, the younger boy crying against the ground and it made you sick. You tried and it resulted with you being hit roughly in the jaw by a heavy fist of the grimy man that had been holding you back. The ground had pricked your palms as you fell. Rick had truly lost it then. A man’s throat being ripped. Dead men littering the floor like forgotten wrappers of candy. You hadn’t seen it all. You’d been quick to urge to Carl, the boy sinking into your arms as he watched his father. You hid your face in his sweat ridden hair. You’d been whispering, for Carl, but for yourself too. Trying to ground it all. You’re not sure how you would’ve felt after if you had seen what had happen to the foul men.

“Your lip alright?” His voice frightens you from the quiet. Your head turns rather quickly towards him, he sits at your right side. Rick, he’s covered in blood, a distance look in his eyes. Tonight had been another shock for him. Limits he didn’t know he’d have to cross for his family. You don’t blame him. No one does.

You nod, short, softly. Rick sees how your jaw isn’t tight, he figured it would’ve been. He’ll see a bruise forming when the light of the next day hits your skin and he’ll know he’ll be angry all over again.

“It’s just a little blood, a little swelling. I’m okay,” you whisper. He doesn’t quite believe you.

A hand slowly leaves his knee and it encases one of yours on your thigh. His touch brings a chill to your skin. Your pointer finger hooks with his thumb. “I’m okay, Rick..” You whisper again. Not sure if it’s for you or him, but it’s been said. “I know,” he mumbles. It sounds all too soft for the way he looks right now.

Your sullen eyes land on a water bottle by Michonne’s pack. All your packs line up together.

Your eyes and Daryl’s seem to land on it at the same time. He gives you a short nod, like he’s read your mind. You smile, small, at him. He quietly kicks off the car and hands you his rag from his back pocket. You lean away from Rick’s grasp for it, mumbling a thank you to the long haired man with striking blue eyes, even in the dark of the night. He nods before heading back to watch.

Rick hadn’t seem to notice the encounter. He’s far away, right now. You don’t pry.

You just reach for the water and damp the rag softly, trying not to use so much.

You turn back to the man next to you, and his skin looks awfully beautiful under the orange hue of the fire and the mix of the red of blood. “Rick,” you call gently.

His gaze switches to you, in a heartbeat. “Everything’s okay,” you manage to say. He nods, his jaw loosening from its tense hold at your soft voice. It’s honey in his ears, it calms an ache in his chest. “I know, sweetheart.”

You smile, small, and look down at the rag. “Can I?” He doesn’t say anything, just juts his chin out a little for you.

You gently take ahold of his face. His beard rough against the meat of your palm. His skin older than yours, but still adored by you. You clean gently at his red skin, and with time the red fades. His eyes watch you focus, and his hands gently encases your calves. He just needs to hold something of you.

You send him a small smile. The red is gone, for the most part. “You’re a good man, Rick.”

His brows soften and he opens his legs for you to slide between them. You do.

Your head rests on his chest as he drapes an arm around you. His chin rests on the crown of you head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He presses a soft kiss to your crown.

And despite his reminding words, you think of Judith in the cold that’s masked by a fire.

You know she’s out there. They’re all out there. You’ll find them soon. You know it, Rick will soon too.

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xozombiee · 2 years

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sweet. | g. rhee

note: this is so shit but i’m combusting anyways.

warnings: MORNING CUNNINGLINGUS LETS GOOO, GLENN GLENN GLENN, uhh idk what else honestly😓

the morning sunshine of the farm came through the curtains of the room you were staying in. after your little incident with a walker that ended up getting a gash cut through your thigh, hershel offered a room to you for the night in case something happened.

you didn’t even notice the man sitting beside your bed when you woke up. glenn’s eyes were shut, his hand holding up his head while his other was clinging to yours. he looked peaceful for once in what felt like forever.

you gently pulled his hand to your lips, pressing a sweet kiss to his knuckles. the dark haired man’s eyes shot open with fear, but soon turned soft when he realized it was you. you let out a small laugh at his changing expressions.

“morning.” his soft voice spoke. he leaned over to you, “how you feeling?”

“i feel better. sore, but better.” you croaked out.

he swallowed thickly, “i’m glad. you really scared me yesterday.”

his hand rubbed small circles into yours as he watched you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. you pulled his hand, motioning him to join you.

he tried to protest but the force of your pull quickly brought him out of his chair, tumbling on top of you. your laugh rang through his ears as he was positioned above you, his arms caging you to the bed.

after your laughter passed through, you stared up at glenn. his mesmerized gaze stuck to you like glue. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

it was supposed to be innocent at first, but glenn…well he’s glenn.

your lips were connected like a puzzle. his hands roamed your body as his knees held him up. the feeling of your soft skin under the shirt you wore—which was his— drove him crazy.

he tugged off the thin shorts you wore, revealing the bandage that covered your gash. worry soon painted his features. you could tell that he was afraid of opening your stitches.

an idea popped into the dark haired man’s head.

glenn hooked his arms around your thighs, dragging you down the bed. he tilts your hips upward so you’re spread out beneath his pretty mouth. he presses a soft kiss against the only fabric covering your core from him.

this man was going to send you into cardiac arrest.

you whine and try to rock your hips into him impatiently, unsatisfied with the teasing. glenn grins at you as he wraps his fingers around the waistband of your underwear. you lift your hips up gratefully, thanking the lord that he wasn’t being mean for once today.

he places a kiss against your inner thigh before goes right in. without the barrier of your underwear, you feel every stroke of his pretty mouth and you moan against the palm of your hand. your muscles were twitching with the urge to grind up against his face.

you felt the electricity run through your veins. it was like you were on fire, but in the most amazing way possible. every perfect twitch of his mouth against you was like heaven.

your unoccupied hand tugged onto his hair, causing him to groan against your core. the noise you had almost let out would’ve at least gotten the attention of someone in the house. you let out a shaky sigh as you swallowed the moan that desperately wanted to be ripped from your throat.

glenn watched as you squirmed under his touch. every noise you made and every twitch of you body made the tightness in his jeans worse. the pain of his hard on pressing against the bed instead of inside you was far from bearable.

with his unrelenting movements, the high you felt was about to snap. your body was twitching impatiently as your thighs clamped onto glenn’s head. a few more strokes of his tongue made the knot break.

as the wave of euphoria washed over, your fists balled up into the white sheets that were on the bed. his tongue cleaned the mess you had made, wiping the slick from his chin as he raised his head back up.

you stared at him in shock. you never knew glenn was capable of doing something like that; especially since it was the first time he had ever done it with you. he smiled at you, which caused you to turn your head over into the pillows from embarrassment.

his laugh rang through your ears as you hid your face. “come on, sweetheart.” he chuckled, massaging your arm.

you turned your head to face him. his body was leaning over yours, staring down at you. he took your hand back into his, kissing the knuckles once more.

“you taste so sweet.”

#glenn rhee #glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee smut #glenn twd #twd x reader #twd smut #this is a cry for help #i love glenn rhee with my entire soul #the walking dead #im combusting #AHHHHHH

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nikkisheep · 1 year

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That glenn smut was immaculate can u do rick smut/fluff pls??

See You

Rick Grimes x reader

Warnings: Smut, kissing, sex on a car, public sex (kinda), Rick covered in oil, cursing, dirty talk, fluffy ending, praise kink, Sub!Rick, oral (m), rick's hands (omg choke me), no gender decided (m or f), friends to lovers, NOT MY BEST

Summary: Seeing Rick working on his car, the oil on his hands makes you feral and want him deep inside you. And who was Rick to deny you of what you want? Especially when you want to be in control.

Dainty hands work on the motor of his car. His wedding ring shimmers in the sunlight. You walk in the garage to see Rick Grimes, your friend, working under the hood of the car. His muscles ripple under the black short-sleeved button up shirt he is wearing. You watch as his fingers, thick but slender at the same time, wrap around the wench that he is using. You feel a heat in your lower region and you have to mentally slap yourself for it. Rick was your friend.

"Hey can you hand me the 5/8 wench over there from the shelf?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah."

Handing it to him, his fingers graze yours. Grease and oil gets on your clean skin slightly and you nearly moaned at the feeling of the dirty act, yet innocent, because it felt like he did it on purpose. Looking at him with hazed eyes, you watch his teeth bite his lower lip and you whimpered.

"You okay?"

"Who me?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm fine."

"You're just kinda hot when you are dirty," You thought.

"Well, thank you." He laughed.

He looked at you with a smirk and walked to you.

"Thank you sweetness, cause I think you're hot too." He leaned in and captured your lips. His hand came up to your face, holding you in place so he could lick into your mouth. You moan against him and walk him back to the car. Closing the hood, you take charge.

Pushing him against the hood of his car, you palm his growing erection in his jeans. He groaned and quickly kissed you with fever. He wanted you right then, almost as much as you wanted him. Slipping to your knees, getting onto the hard cement, you pull his dick out of his pants. You kiss it. You lick at the base and then drag your tongue all the way up to the tip.

Rick's hips buck into your hips with a hiss when you take him completely. You smile at him and bob your head up and down on him. His hands came to your hair, gripping it tightly as he fucked into your throat. Tears ran down your face, spurring Rick on. He pulls you off him and you get up. He looks at you with a lustful gaze. He leans against the hood and you strip bare.

"Such a pretty dick," You tell him. He moans.

"You like being praised?" He nodded.

"Well, it is a very pretty sight to see you so submissive."

Climbing on top of Rick's body, you kiss his chest once you rip his shirt from his shoulders. Buttons flew across the room as you mark his neck and chest with your love bites. Everyone is gonna know that Rick Grimes is your man.

You press yourself to his cock, pressing him in slightly into the hole that your body allowed him to fit. Pressing him completely inside you, his hips thrust into yours.

"No, I am in charge."

He whines at your walls squeezing him tightly as you moved up and down over him. He felt like he was floating even though anyone could walk into the garage and see what was happening. He had left the door open because it was slightly warm in the room and he didn't want to overheat. Rick grabbed your waist and tried to help your movements but he could barely think with how good you were fucking him.

"My good boy. So pretty."

He twitched inside you and you knew that he was going to cum very soon. You double downed on your thrusts, wanting to get there for both of you. Wanting you to cum together. He moved against you, his hair was flat on his head, his breathing was ragged, his face was flushed, as well as his chest. He looked beautiful like this.

One more push of your body and it sent you both over the edge, the movements never stopped and the pleasure never ended. Rick spilled inside you, painting your walls. You gush everywhere and Rick smiled.

Cleaning up was easy because you both needed a shower. Sadly, Carol saw the looks on your faces and could not stop teasing you.

"Yes, we are together. So what? Let's get back to work," Rick ordered.

"I can't wait until you try to boss me around," You laugh.

"Just you wait until we get home."

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #twd #twd x reader #rick grimes x male!reader #rick grimes x female!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x male reader #twd x female reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader smut #twd smut #the walking dead smut #rick grimes x male!reader smut #rick grimes x female!reader smut

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 9 months

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close to home | chapter twenty six

plot: the reader and Maggie have a heart to heart about a certain archer, and Eugene tells everyone the truth about his devious lies

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,957 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, character death A/N: thank you for reading!!! rip Beth

You were antsy as the truck approached the church. It had been a long day, and Eugene was still nursing the headache that would likely linger for a few days. You were confident he didn’t have a concussion, just some really bad bruises.

When the group decided to go back, you were ecstatic. The idea of seeing Rick, Carl, Michonne, Tyreese and Sasha, and hopefully Daryl again had you nearly bouncing on the seat. You wanted to yell at Abraham to drive faster.

When the church came into view, you grabbed Tora and your bag, waiting for it to halt. You couldn’t really see what was going on outside--other than Abraham blocking the doors--so you gave a quick look before jumping down.

“(Y/N)!” Carl yelled.

You smiled and ran over to the kid, giving him a hug and bringing Michonne in with one. As you pulled away and they greeted the rest of the group, you looked around. Only Carl, Michonne, Judith, and Gabriel were there.

You looked back at Michonne as she looked between you and Maggie. “Beth’s alive. She's in a hospital in Atlanta. Some people have her, but the others went to get her back.”

Her words left you speechless, and you felt your knees weaken slightly as Maggie clung to you. “Do we know which one?” She asked.

“Grady Memorial.”

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You were anxious as the truck stopped at one of the back entrances of the hospital. Rosita and Tara immediately scoped out the area as you followed Maggie and Glenn. There were dead bodies littered on the ground, and you glanced to see if they were anyone from your group, but you didn’t recognize anyone.

Maggie glanced back at you with a smile, and you returned it. Your hands were tingling with excitement, and you tried to control it. Your baby cousin was alive. She was alive. And she would be here soon. You’d be able to see that smiling face and hear her laugh--the same childlike laugh she’s had since she was a little girl.

Of course, you were all on guard, and your gun was pointed in awareness. When you got closer to the door, you watched as Rick walked out, leading the group. Your eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, and your stomach tightened.

You picked up your pace and caught up to Maggie, lowering your gun and watching your family walk out the doors. You’d just passed one of the fences when you saw Daryl, who had been crying, and in his arms was Beth.

All the air left your lungs and your knees weakened. Your heart fractured and broke apart as Maggie started screaming, falling onto her knees. Hot, thick tears pooled and overflowed from your eyes, and you started shaking your head. “No, no, no.”

Daryl was crying as he approached the two of you, laying Beth’s body in front of you. You weren’t sure how you managed to kneel next to her, but you did and took her small hands in your own. Maggie was crying hysterically as you cried silently, watching as she knelt her head on her sister’s stomach.

You looked down at your sweet cousin’s face and cupped her cheeks, brushing back her bloody hair and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

You felt hands on your back, and Daryl knelt beside you, but you couldn’t focus on him. You could only stare at your baby cousin.

“We can’t…” Rick said, wiping tears from his eyes. “We have to move. The city isn’t safe.”

Your hands shook as you let go of your cousin and looked up to see Glenn embrace Maggie. You cried harder at the sight of her and slowly stood up, wiping away continuously as each tear fell.

Unspoken words filled you as you watched Rick pick up Beth’s body with shaking arms. You could see on his face how devastated he was, but you couldn’t focus on it. Your world was titled off its axis, and no one supported you. The one person that felt your pain had more pain than you over this had someone for her.

You felt a hand on your back and turned, looking up at Daryl’s tear-soaked face.

“‘M sorry,” He said.

Not knowing what else to do, you slowly nodded and moved toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he held you tightly, repeating that he was sorry repeatedly.

“(Y/N), we gotta go,” He whispered, pulling away slightly. His arm was still wrapped around you, and he held you tightly against him, but you could walk side by side.

You were thankful he was supporting you as you walked towards the truck because you weren’t sure if you’d been able to make it. You vaguely heard Rick and Tyreese saying they were going to grab another car, the truck wouldn’t fit everyone, and the car they’d taken initially was too far away. You didn’t pay attention as you climbed into the empty truck and slid into the seat closest to the window.

Tora jumped on your lap, undoubtedly sensing something was wrong. Daryl got into the truck, too, scouting over next to you. He looked at your crying face for only a second before hesitating to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace.

Your head was resting against his chest as others piled into the truck. Maggie and Glenn were in front of you, and she momentarily reached back to grab your hand. You two shared a look before she turned back to Glenn, and you closed your teary eyes and pulled Daryl closer. As usual, you felt him tense--you knew how little he liked being touched, but you were so delirious in your loss, hurt, and anger that you didn’t care.

It seemed like he didn’t either.

***

It was dark when Abraham pulled off on the side of the road, and Daryl looked down at you as the truck stopped. Tora was stretched across your lap, and your body was half slumped onto his. You cried yourself to sleep, and you were tucked neatly and tightly in his arms.

He glanced out the window and watched the rest of the group exited their vehicles. Tears brimming his eyes, he sighed and looked down at you again, but he blinked them away. The guilt he felt about Beth’s death was eating him alive, and it was even worse when he thought about the pain he’d caused you and Maggie. If he’d tried harder, if things had been different, maybe Beth would be alive and here right now.

But he pushed the thoughts away and gently shook you awake. He wanted to let you sleep longer, but the group needed to discuss and figure out some things.

You were groggy as you sat up, and Tora jumped off your lap and followed Tara out of the truck. Daryl watched you look around and then tiredly sigh, your body sinking in on itself.

“C’mon, we’re makin’ camp for the night, and we gotta figure shit out,” Daryl said. He watched you nod and then open the door, slowly getting out of the truck. He followed after you and glanced around, where the group was starting to set up camp.

He looked at you, going to help Carol with something, and walked over to Rick. He was sitting with Noah, and their conversation ended as he approached. Daryl gave Noah a nod before walking away, and he sat down next to Rick.

“Apparently, Beth wanted to get Noah to Virginia. There was some sort of community.” Rick said quietly, eyes scanning over the group making camp.

“Virginia?” Daryl asked.

He nodded and looked at his brother. “What do you think?”

“Long trip. Need better cars. And supplies.”

Rick nodded, “Yeah, I thought the same. I figured we could find a place to stay a day or two while scavenging and then go. Maggie and (Y/A), it’ll be good for them to be busy the next few days. How is she, by the way?”

Daryl shrugged and looked at you. You were helping Carol, and now Tara, get food going. Probably what was left of the rations. “She’s strong. So’s Maggie.”

“I’ll talk to Abraham and Glenn about Virginia first, and then we’ll tell the group. I don’t want them to worry about that tonight.”

Daryl nodded, “Imma help Rosita get the perimeter up.”

Rick gave him a nod before Daryl walked off, glancing back toward you. With the fire going, he could see your red and puffy eyes, and he had to look away.

***

An hour later, the camp was settled. Everybody had eaten a little before tucking themselves away for the night. Rosita and Abraham stood watch, with Rick and Carol. You were trying to get yourself comfortable, but to no avail; everything hurt and was uncomfortable.

You sighed and sat up, looking around the dark camp and hearing the sound of Eugene snoring. You made sure Tora was okay--sleeping with Carl, of course--before you stood up. You caught Rick’s attention and nodded, sending him the best smile you could manage before walking over to Daryl.

He was leaning against a tree, cleaning his arrows in the firelight. You sighed as you sat beside him, leaning against the tree. Your shoulder brushed against his, and you let out a sigh. “I can’t sleep.”

He nodded and stayed silent.

“Can you tell me how it happened?”

“The leader of the group. Beth stabbed her. She shot Beth. I killed her.”

You looked at him and nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“Don’ thank me. I…”

You moved so you were sitting next to him, crisscrossing your legs. “Don’t blame yourself, Daryl. None of this is your fault. It just… is.”

“I coulda-”

You shook your head. “And I coulda done something different with Mika and Lizzie.”

Daryl looked at you with red eyes, and the exhaustion on his face made you frown. You couldn’t imagine being in that hospital or what he’d been through. And you knew that Beth and Daryl got out of the prison together, and you knew he was grieving her death just the same.

“I think we hugged for the first time today,” You said, a small smile on your lips. Your eyes hurt from all the crying, and your body ached with exhaustion and pain, but smiling was nice. To breathe. To be here, with Daryl, who always made you feel better, no matter how terrible things were.

Daryl scuffed and shook his head, picking up another arrow to clean. You moved slowly, lying back, dusting away a few twigs. It was a little chillier away from the fire, but it was better. You felt safer next to Daryl and less alone.

“Do you remember the night we met?” You asked, glancing up at the side of his face. When he nodded, you continued. “It feels like years ago. What was it, six months ago or so? I don’t even know…”

“Why you thinkin’ ‘bout all that?”

You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “I was just thinking about how I feel safe. How you make me feel safe.”

Daryl hesitated but looked at you. “I do?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as sleep finally started approaching. “Yeah, you do. Once you put that crossbow down that night, I knew you wouldn’t point it at me again.”

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

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leclercstarrs · 9 months

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reunion, glenn rhee.

summary: in which you get separated from your boyfriend and the rest of the group after the prison’s destroyed!

warnings: typical twd violence but mentions/implied threats of sa and violence so please be cautious my loves! also not yet proof read!

notes: i said this in the warnings but please don’t read this if you think these topics could trigger you. there’s no descriptions of these topics but these things are implied by the group of men daryl briefly joins on his way to trminus. this was requested by anon so i hope it finds you and hope you like it!

You’re currently walking down a path of old and rusty train tracks, having no clue where exactly you are, just that the prison isn’t safe anymore. The governor made his return, destroying the prison and leaving the group with no choice but to flee, resulting in everyone getting separated. You, unfortunately, are alone. No one else went the way you went and now you’ve lost Glenn. He’s your only motivation to keep going, hoping you’ll eventually cross paths with him. However, for all you know, he could be dead, the governor or walkers getting at him. You don’t want to think about that possibility though.

It’s late, the stars being the only form of light, your feet now dragging along the tracks, kicking rocks as you step forward. “Please end my suffering.” You whisper to no one but yourself, rolling your eyes and stopping suddenly when you notice an abandoned factory of some sort next to the train tracks. You think for a moment, realizing it’s best to take a break before you push yourself too hard. Letting out a sigh and wiping some sweat off your forehead, you walk off of the tracks, stepping onto the grass and heading towards the old building that’s surrounded by other, more rundown, ones.

Your first instinct when you reach the building is to knock on the door and some of the windows surrounding it, checking for walkers.

Nothing. Sounds clear.

You knock again, just to be sure.

Again, nothing.

You slowly turn the door handle, expecting to be greeted with an empty place. “Hiya.” A tall man with grey hair, accompanied by a grey beard, is standing right in the doorway, a sinister smile on his face. You quickly move your gun in front of him. “I wouldn’t do that.” Another, skinnier man, appears beside him with that same smile. Then, you notice someone behind them. Daryl. “Daryl?” You gasp, lowering your gun. “Ya know this girl?” The grey haired man turns around for a second. “(Y/N!)” Daryl gasps, ready to push through the men and hug you. “Mm, stop.” The man presses a hand onto to Daryl’s chest, stopping him, while the other young man roughly grabs your arm.

“What the fuck? Get off of me!” You huff, trying to get out of the man’s rough grip. “Cant do that, missy.” His tone is condescending, making it even more terrifying as two more guys join the group. One of them is balding, and if it’s possible, even creepier looking than the other’s. The other one looks greasy, his long and thin hair reaching past his shoulders, his clothes torn and ripped. Then, you notice Daryl again. He’s being held back by two of the other guys, a pissed off look on his face as he struggles to get free and help you, his crossbow no where in sight. “Fuck off!” You spit in the younger man’s face, the grey haired man laughing at you. “Feisty, huh?” He pushes the guy off you and now he’s holding onto you, touching your hair, “Do you know what we’re going to do to you? You see, a certain someone came by and killed one of my men, which I don’t take lightly, so, we need some payback.” He sighs.

“Payback? I didn’t touch your man, I’ve been alone this entire time, Daryl and I were separated!” You scoff. If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re in certain danger, you would laugh at this group’s stupidity. “That don’t matter now, pretty girl.” The balding man chuckles, baring his gross teeth. “Go to hell, perv.” You mumble. Daryl glares at you, wishing you’d stop making it worse for yourself. “Well, since you wanna do this the hard way, I’ll show ya the hard way-” Just as the older man gets even closer to you, you quickly push him off, grabbing the pocket knife you have in your boot, the only weapon the group didn’t confiscate or notice. Obviously, this plan is stupid, but it’s your only shot. Before any of the guys can grab you, you slice the arm of the one who was previously holding you, quickly running away and exiting the building, letting your feet take you as fast as possible as the group follows you.

“Oh, you’ve done it now girl.” One of them yells, calling after you. You enter another building, having no time to check for walkers, as one walks right towards you. You take a second to push it back, hoping it slows down the group. Thankfully it does, the walker surprising the group as they enter the next building, biting into of their necks. You leave through the back door, having no time to get Daryl, and running back to the train tracks, not stopping until you’re out of their sight and at Terminus.

“Hey! Let me out!” You bang on the shipping container the people of Terminus put you in, trying to hold back your frustrated sobs. So much for a save haven.

You turn around and slide down the cold metal walls, running your hands through your hair, anger boiling inside of you. Everyone’s gone and now you’re trapped in a container.

“(Y/N)?” You immediately recognize that accent as Rick’s. “Rick?” You gasp, happy to at least see a familiar face as he walks out of the shadows. However, your smile grows even wider when you see Glenn and the others walk out with him. “Glenn! Oh my god, I thought I’d never see you again!” You yell, running towards him and pulling him into a hug. He’s barely able to register it’s you as he wraps his arms around you, smiling resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you.” He pulls away from the hug. “I love you too.” You whisper. The rest of the group watches the sweet moment, before bringing themselves back to the grim reality of the situation. “(Y/N), I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t know those guys were fucked up.” A voice suddenly catches your attention, causing you to turn around and see Daryl, “It’s fine, I know.” You sigh, taking a second to hug him as well, the man trying to hold back his own tears. “You know I’m happy to see you, (Y/N), but we gotta figure this out.” Rick breaks the moment, causing you to put your serious face on again, “I know.” You reply.

#also it’s mentioned multiple times that reader is fem but you can always replace the pronouns/etc #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixion x reader

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whump-in-the-closet · 3 months

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A Good Day

this has been in my drafts for ages so voila

cw: messed up superhero agency and what happens to those who don't make it through training, minor whump (implied), crying in the backseat of a car, mostly just introductions to the characters, which are two brothers who've adopted this ex-hero-who-ran-from-training and the agency will do anything to get him back, also angst and scarring

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Today is going to be a good day.

Teddy digs a hand into the cracked leather of the armrest, picking at the plush inside. He watches the blurring sky from the car window.

He needs it to be a good day.

On the radio, a song he doesn’t know is playing. The volume is set far too high. It’s blasting a hole through his head and he reaches over to turn it off, but stops when he realizes the teenager in the backseat mouthing along with the words.

If only excitement was infectious.

All Teddy can feel is panic. Today is going to be good. It’s going to be great…going to be good….

He sinks back into the seat, pulling the plush completely out of the armrest. He rips it into smaller and smaller pieces. Finding something to direct his growing anxiety on helps, a little.

The car slows at a stoplight, and his brother checks on him. “Teddy?”

Teddy waits, drawing the moment out until the light turns green and Elias has to keep his eyes on the road again. He brushes the last of the plush off his pants. “I'm good?” It comes out all wrong, like a question.

Any confidence he had earlier leaves then and now. Teddy picks the plush up from the floor of the car and starts to tear at it again. He keeps his eyes steadily on the window, watching the buildings fly past.

Billboards.

People.

So many people.

Elias lowers the music. “You want to do this,” he repeats, confident “You’ve only been talking about it for the past three months.”

Teddy finds an unshredded piece of plush and rips it with a vicious twist of his fingers. “This was a bad idea...I’m not good enough.”

Shit.

He hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

Elias turns the radio off. Click.

Shit.

“I think you’re good enough,” he says.

Cut out the emotional sap.

But Elias goes on. “The Glenn Symphony won’t even wait until the end of the audition to hire you.”

“There’s tryouts after the audition too. Another round.” Teddy points out, vindication sharp in his mouth.

Elias lifts a hand off the wheel to wave his brother's concerns aside. “Which you’ll do amazing at. Don’t shake your head at me– Stop– you’re going to blow them away. You’ll go into one of your little trances and you’ll forget there are people even watching.”

Teddy’s fingers still. “I don’t go into a trance.” He just forgets about everything and everyone around him and it’s just the music– just the music— all around him, until he sees the notes playing under his eyelids….

“You’re going to do great.”

The banter goes on, and on, until the nervousness seeps out of Teddy’s voice. He smiles as the back-and-forth continues.

In the backseat, the kid laughs brightly, his voice charred and raspy enough to sound burned.

He talks in a slow cadence, testing the words before he says them. “I’m getting deja vu. But,” he points at Teddy and Elias, “the roles were switched.” Dark hair falls into his eyes as he leans forward between the seats.

“Yeah, I thought I would be sick at my audition.” Elias pauses for breath, then dives back into the conversation, “And Teddy, told me ‘you’re gonna be fine’. And? You were right.”

Rufus-- the teenager--jabs Teddy in the shoulder. “Your audition is going to go just as well.”

Elias turns again. “You tell him, Rufus.”

Teddy sighs. “If you guys say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced.

He doesn't feel convinced.

He doesn't want to be convinced.

“Good," says Elias, "Because we’re here.”

Teddy’s stomach drops as the car pulls into the parking spot. With the jolt of the stop, Teddy’s stomach drops even further. He freezes over his seatbelt, catching sight of the massive Art Center.

“Can we go in with you?”

Teddy wishes his brother could come. But the restrictions said only the applicant could meet the audition committee, so he shakes his head and unbuckles his seatbelt.

“I’ll see you in half an hour?”

Teddy nods. “Half an hour.” He shuts the car door behind him and stares up at the glass pillars of the entrance. The world seems to spin, for a moment. Unconsciously, he fidgets with his tie and buttons his suit jacket. Then his gaze is pulled to a billboard stationed above the building.

A girl with a halo of pink hair surveys a depiction of the city from the sky, stars swirling at her feet. Her skin bleeds into the night around her. Her eyes are alight with white flames.

Guardian Angel, they call her.

Protector of cities.

She’s a hero, a legend, a god.

Above her are the words: Savior. The heroes of tomorrow, today.

Teddy looks away, at the car, as it pulls out of the parking lot.

The Guardian’s eyes don’t leave him until he’s inside. Even then, he can feel them boring into the back of his head. They don’t leave him as he shakes hands with the audition committee. He can still feel them when he wipes his sweaty palms on his pant leg. Only when he sits down at the piano, with the black and white keys shining up at him, do the eyes of flame fade from his memory.

The half hour goes by in a blur.

The piece he’s memorized for this audition is his personal favorite. As he plays, all else drains away. He’s not on a stage anymore, he’s back in the apartment, and there’s no one watching him.

He feels good.

The nervousness vanishes.

Stage lights are blinding but the music drowns it out. He’s doing well, he knows it. The piano is deeper than his own and he is able to bring out sounds he could never replicate again.

He smiles, leaning over the piano, acutely aware of the tension in his hands as he holds a long chord, and playing the melody faster.

Just a little faster than the four four time required.

It feels so good.

Teddy finishes and stands. The committee promises that the callbacks will be within the week, and a few smile.

He smiles back, fidgeting with his tie. The music is gone, replaced with uncomfortable small talk. Teddy nods, and says thank you so many times, he thinks he’ll be unable to say anything else the rest of the day. He’s saved by a text from Elias and it takes all of his self control to not run from the building.

Teddy doesn’t look at the billboard, in fact, he does his best to forget it's there. He gets in the car, keeping his back to it.

Elias pulls down his sunglasses. “The piano man survived!”

Rufus leans forward, shoving the last bit of an ice cream sandwich into his mouth. “How’d you do?” At least that's what it sounds like. Teddy can’t exactly tell– Rufus’s mouth is completely full.

Teddy laughs. He can’t help it. It’s over, and he’s out of the auditorium, and as Elias drives forward, the billboard is gone.

Teddy pulls off his tie completely and lets it fall to the floor. “I survived, yeah. I think it went well.” He’s distracted by the assortment of wrappers on the floor. “Did you guys get me any ice cream?”

Rufus hands him a bar.

The taste of chocolate and vanilla pushes away the last remnants of the burning eyes.

He leans back in his seat, sunlight playing across the bridge of his nose.

Some of the vanilla trickles over his hand, sticky.

Even stickier when he licks it off.

It’s melting all over his hand when he hears the sirens.

Loud and shrill enough to cut through metal. The sun is still bright, but the temperature drops all the same.

Police cars have surrounded a house set by the road. Their lights flash red and blue and red again, bright enough to blind the whole street. Someone is dragged out of the house, the door hanging slightly off its hinges.

It’s kicked and the door falls off completely, slamming into the porch.

Someone is shouting– cursing. Cursing Savior. It’s loud enough to be heard over the sirens.

Elias’s hands clench over the wheel and in the backseat, Rufus turns to stone, silence creeping up and strangling all three of them.

“Get in the backseat with Rufus.” Now. Before they see him.

Teddy says nothing and crawls over as quickly as possible. He moves to sit on the side closest to the window, shielding Rufus with his own profile.

Elias speeds up.

Rufus is trembling as Teddy wraps his arms around him, pulling him close. Dark braids shield his eyes but he’s whispering something over and over again.

Rufus, who had been laughing and joking not a moment before, presses shaking hands together. He buries his face into Teddy’s shirt, and Teddy brushes back his hair, holding him tight. The word Rufus whispers is a plea.

All it takes is a moment for the day to fall apart.

One moment.

“Please please please please–”

They’ve driven past the house, but Rufus continues to tremble. And beg.

The begging is worse than anything.

Vanilla and chocolate drip over the leather seats.

Savior. The heroes of tomorrow, today.

#whump #whump writing #angst #whumpblr #whump community #troy talks #whump scenario #hero whump #mostly just thoughts and plot #teddy is a musician and elias is a dancer #guess whats going to happen to them #they're going to lose the most fundamental aspects of their personalitiessss #oh teddy likes to play piano? good luck with broken fingers #>:)

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ithinkdogshouldvote2 · 7 months

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Dndads Headcanons, season 2 kiddads and teens (appearance based)

the order of the kiddads from tallest to shortest is: terry jr, sparrow (by like half an inch), lark, grant, nick (but none of them are really all that short)

Lark, sparrow, and nick all have their ears pierced but sparrows holes closed up and he didn't wanna relive the traumatic experience of re-piercing them, while larks have gotten infected so many times he just stopped trying.

Terry dresses like a substitute teacher literally every day of this fucking life.

Sparrow is almost always wearing a bathrobe or a comfy cardigan. He dresses like a mixture of a female therapist and a deranged housewife.

Lark dresses like he's in the walking dead

Nick has a frankly absurd amount of Christmas sweaters and it's VERY obvious which ones are from Glenn.

Grant has curly hair.

both lark and sparrow need glasses. sparrow wears his when he needs them, but Lark never wears them because they make him look like henry.

terry jr also wears glasses and started wearing rons after he died.

scary was born with blonde hair, but it's gotten darker as she got older. right now, it's a light brown/sandy blonde. when her mom and terry Jr. got engaged, he tried to bond with scary by pointing out that their hair was almost the same color. she dyed it black the next day.

on the topic of hair dye, taylor tried to dye his hair electric blue when he was in middle school and had to buzz it all off cause he destroyed it with bleach. he cried for 2 weeks.

both scary and taylor regularly paint their nails. normal TRIES to paint his nails but then gets annoyed that now they taste gross and ends up picking off all the nail polish before its even finished drying

btw normals nails are so fucked up. just absolutely destroyed. theyre so bad. he has never cut them hes only ever bitten them off.

on the other hand Lincolns nails are really well kept. he pushes back his cuticles and everything.

the only non-sportswear type clothing that lincoln owns are garfield t-shirts. he has alot of them

Scary is taller than Taylor, but only when she's wearing her combat boots, which add like 2 inches to her height.

Lincoln is only taller than Terry jr by an inch (and 6 feet lmaooo)

Everyone's taller than normal.

Lark and sparrow both have a dimple on one of their cheeks but it's the opposite side of the others.

Normal has dimples on both cheeks!

Taylor only has horns when he's using magic or really angry and they're very small. When he saw them for the first time he got pissed cause they're nothing like his trollsonas.

Taylor totally has an ahegao hoodie.

Taylor has a t-shirt that's just a written apology to women for his ahegao hoodie

Normal has a lot of nasa hoodies that he keeps stealing from hero to piss her off

Scary stole one of Terry jr cardigans, dyed it back, and ripped it up to make it goth cause she THOUGHT it would piss him off. But it backfired, and terry started wearing it around the house to be supportive.

Scary also secretly stole one of Terry Jr's old band t-shirts for herself cause she thought it was cool. Terry knows she has it but will not say a goddamn word cause he thinks it's so sweet.

Grant has a picture of baby Lincolns face on a t-shirt next to the titanic that says "I survived the titanic and all I got was this stupid baby" given to him by nick that he has never worn because it's mean but it's collecting dust in a closet somewhere in the house. Lincoln found it once but didn't understand it cause he never saw the titanic, so he just didn't say anything.

#these are really fun i might have to make more #dndads #dungeons and daddies #lark oak #sparrow oak #kiddads #grant wilson #nick close #terry jr stampler #scary marlowe #normal oak #taylor swift #lincon li wilson #shitpost #headcanons #hc #dndads s2

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pariskim · 8 months

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i wasnt gonna be discoursey but people who have i love glenn close in their bio who go on to slander sparrow fucking oak garcia is INSANE. no sparrow is not a 'good' person but hes not a fucking horrible person either 😭 you guys will forgive canon abusive people before accepting that a character has nuance and it makes me want to rip my hair out

#he himming her is making me cringe but i cant do this anymore #dndads

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theship-thewalrus · 1 year

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why had it have to be you?

daryl dixon x reader

what if you died instead of Glenn?

word count: 1358 words reading time: about 6 minutes warnings: angst, death, blood, gore, real sad yall

The road was hard against your knees, and the night air licked at your exposed skin. With ripped clothes and what felt like hundreds of eyes on you, you were more exposed than ever before. The throbbing pain from your face was not at the forefront of your mind. Instead, it was on the caravan in front of you. Eyes scan the group gaging their reactions, fear, anxiety, stone-faced. They were mixed. You could only guess the fear that was clear on your own face. Fear of the unknown, of what might happen, of what you feel will happen.

Your eyes lock with Daryl's, the man on his knees beside you. He looked sickly, pale from the blood loss. The gunshot going off was still fresh in your mind. How he folded and his blood splashed on the tree beside him. You were fearful then like you were now. Fearing for his life. But he held strong on like he was now. Stone facing. Not showing his emotions for the betterment of others or to keep face, to keep the people around them thinking he was strong. But even with his best effort, he was weak, hanging on by a mere thread.

The creak of a door brought your attention back to the caravan. A shabby-looking man, dressed in leather pranced out of the caravan. A stupid grin on his face and without a care in the world. Why would he care? He had everything how he wanted it. All lined up in perfect order, just for him. "Pissin' our pants yet?" Even how he spoke held cockiness. Like he was untouchable. His steps were heard throughout the group as no one dared to speak up. Too afraid of the consequences at this time. They were outnumbered, and at the mercy of these people. There was nothing they could do.

"Boy, do I have a feeling we are getting close," His eyes scan the group as he made his way to the end, towards Gabriel. You watched and listen as he spoke to the group, looking everyone in the eyes with little remorse for what he might do. He portrayed your group as the villains in this story. If you had never bothered him, he may have never bothered you. But you all knew it was bullshit. That with enough time he'd come knocking at your door looking for supplies. A payment to not come in a kill what little remained of Alexandria. That in some shape or form this was kindness. Only dealing with a small amount was kindness.

With wide eyes, you watched the barbed wire bat move closer to Rick's face. These words not registering to you, only the stubble threat. If he so please he could hit Rick with the bat. He spoke as he walked, waving the bat around like it was nothing, looking at each person with a sickly smile. How that smile burned into your brain, creeping its way into all the little corners of your mind. It was sinister. It was deranged. It was delusional. He spoke as though this was already decided, that they worked for him, that they would not fight back.

The headlights of the car were blinding, illuminating this death circle. You watched him walk closer to you, his boots crunching on the earth you kneeled on. Looking through the strands of hair you watched him eyeball everyone. Weighing them all up in his mind. He was putting a value on everyone and you only prayed you did not fall short. The question he asked lingered in the air for a moment, Rick was broke down to speak up. They had all gotten too comfortable, too soft and their softness had been exploited. This was your consequence.

"For now, I'm going to beat the holy hell out of one of you," His words stung in your brain. One of your friends, your family was not coming back with you. Was not seeing the sunrise one last time. This would be the last thing they experienced. The fear of waiting. The fear of the unknown. The fear of death. After surviving all you had endured one of you was going to finish your journey here. Not dying at the hands of the dead but instead the living.

His teasing words were met with silence as he went around testing everyone. Wanting a reaction from someone, for someone to slip up. Glenn could not keep still as he threatened Maggie. Lurching forward in her defence even if it cost him his own life. For he loved her. But he was only met with grabbing at him and blows given to him. "Nope, get him back in line." Negan couldn't care less about what happened, he seemed rather annoyed with it all, as though this was a chore. Glenn continued pleading as he was dragged back into line. Though no one seemed to care. Hope was lost. You all held no power. Rules were set after Glenn's outburst. Rules should not be crossed. Rules for this execution you had found yourself in the middle of. And yet, Negan teased, he pushed for a breaking point.

It was all like a game to him, going around pointing the bat, randomly deciding. He found this fun, your lives were nothing to him. You weren't the real threat and yet were treated as such. It sickened you to your core. The whistling. How it curled around your head before bouncing around in your brain. He was so relaxed at the chance of taking a life. You felt fear strike through your body as his bat fell on you for a moment, yet your eyes met his. The bat moved to Daryl next, making you tense. Watching from the corner of your eye. Yet, he moved on again. Dragging on this choice of life or death. It made your stomach turn and your eyes water. It made everything that came before this feel like it was for nothing.

The first smack on the back of Abraham's head was sickening. It rang out, the sound of wood meeting his head. A gasp mixed with a cry ripped from your throat. Yet, Abraham did not fall meaning he had another smack and then another and another. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you could not tear your eyes away. How his blood stained the floor and the bat. How it deepened his red hair. How it ruined his clothes. You wanted to move, to save him, to do something. But you could only weep. Only when his head was a mess on the ground could you look away.

Negan then mocked the death of Abraham. Like it was all a big joke,s something for him to look back on and laugh at. A strangled cry let you as your eyes drifted back to the scene. It was so alarming that you could not look away. That your had to keep glancing at it to wrap your head about that mush and body there was Abraham. Again and again and again Negan beat on the already dead man. There was no respect for the dead. Little care for what he had done. Even then he threw the blood in Rick's face, the blood of his friend, his brother, and his family.

You listen as he mocked Rosita. Claiming this was all a consequence, there was a reason. He wanted her to look at the bloody bat, to see how the blood coated the bat and his flesh still clung to the wire. Daryl's patients wore thin from the constant insults to people he saw as family. Death weighed heavily on his mind. For a moment you look at him and all you can see is a built-up rage, a need to act. With your eyes, you plead him not to act. You could not lose him too. But rage was stronger than love. Daryl jumped up from his place and attacked Negan. Only landing a single punch before being grabbed by his man. Even after he was shot and lost so much blood he had fight in him.

It seemed for a moment the uncaring image of Negan broke as he let out an angry no. Two men pinned Daryl down and you were powerless to do anything, to stop them, to cry out. But as the image slipped it returned, speaking of rule-breaking and the consequences this brings on the group. Daryl's outburst would result in another death. The man with the scarred face, Dwilight, offered to kill him with his own crossbow. Only then did your voice seems to find you, pulling out a weak no. A plead to stop. To show an ounce of mercy to you all. Negan's smile stretched out as he looked at you, eyes connecting with your own as you watched a plan form in his mind. Harshly he had grabbed Daryl's head, pulling it back as he spoke about not killing him. He liked Daryl's fire. But he knew killing someone else he loved would be worse than killing him.

You watched him get closer to you, his boots inching closer to your knees. You were fearful for you knew what was coming next. Daryl's eyes were already on you, you could feel them. Negans words did not register to you, it didn't matter what he said the outcome would be the same. Death. The first strike was sickening, right on the top of your head. You could feel it dent slightly, your bones snapping under the pressure. Blood was pursed from your nose and mouth from the hit. You could hear the cries. Cries that would haunt you for your last few moments. They would circle around in your head like a bad song. Cries ripped through you as he hit you again, pushing your face further into the dirt below. Daryl's cries were loud, you were sure some of your blood had stained his skin. You were so close to them that if he just reached out he could stop this. But he could not find the strength.

Blood bubbled up your throat before passing your lips and dribbling down your chest. Blood surrounded you. The colour red stained you. With what strength you had you leaned up once more. The assault had stopped for a moment. You felt numb but full of pain at the same time. Your face beaten in by the bat, breathing was hard, and strangled breaths were not providing you with enough air. Your brain was dying and there was nothing you could do. Moans of pain left you as you looked around at your family. Wanting them to be the last faces you see before the blows continued. They all held sadness at your state. Tears were in their eyes and streaming down their faces as they looked at you in horror.

Negan's mocking words did not register with you. Not being able to hear anything above your slowly beating heart and your own choked breaths. You're body convulsed with tremors, your body shutting off. Your last words were strange and stretched out, a mangled mess of groans and moans of pain. "Dar-yl... I-I'll... fin-find... yo-you." It was a mess of soft words but ones the man could make out.

The next hit of the bat came from the side, knocking you into the dirt below. Your blood spilled out from your mouth on the dirt. You no longer felt it, the pain, the fear, the despair. Hit. Hit. Hit. Until you were nothing more than mush in the dirt. Your body twitches with the last of your life before falling still. You were nothing but a stain now, a memory to your friends. Your presence would no longer bring light. Your words no longer comforting. You were gone, ripped from them, from Daryl.

His heart was no longer the same after that. You were ripped from him like everything good in life. Taken forcibly before your time. Killed in front of him, because of him. He had killed you. He had done it. He swore to protect you. To look after you. But he couldn't do it. He was too weak. He failed you, the love of his life. And for that he will never forgive himself

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Summary: After the incident at the barn, the group is left in a state of sorrow and disrepair. Iris takes it upon herself to fix it, though not without a little trouble. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; group conflict, grieving family members, car accident, injuries sustained in car accident, no deer were harmed in the making of this chapter, daryl is pissed, alpha male bullshit and it shows

Chapter 15 - Saviour

Carl ran back to the house, Beth sobbing in Jimmy’s arms. She pulled from her boyfriend, collapsing down to her knees at her mother’s side.

“Ma…” She whispered, pushing another body from her mother’s corpse and turning her to face the sky. Beth screamed as the walker snarled, grabbing and yanking at her hair. Iris’s reflexes acted before she could think, and the knife whispered past her fingers and into the walker’s skull. Beth sobbed as she scurried back in the dirt, Jimmy and Patricia pulling her away. Iris stepped forward, pulling the knife from its skull.

The Greene family started the slow walk back to their house, not bothering with any words.

“We’ve been out, combing these woods for how long, and she was in there all along?” Shane asked, walking after them. Rick jogged to catch up, to keep him behind, but Shane was nothing if not a complete pain in the ass. “You knew!”

“Leave us alone!” Maggie yelled.

“Shane, just stop, man.” Glenn called.

“Get your hands off me.” Shane hissed, ripping from Rick’s grip. “You knew and you kept it from us!”

“I— I didn’t know.” Hershel croaked.

“That’s bullshit. I think y’all knew.”

“We didn’t know!” Maggie insisted.

“Why was she there?” Shane asked, following them all the way to the porch. Hershel turned around while the others went inside.

“Otis put those people in the barn. Maybe he found her and put her in there before he was killed.” Hershel offered.

“You expect me to believe that? What do I look like, an idiot?” Shane asked. Iris couldn’t handle it, turning around and walking back to the camp. She grabbed a bottle of water, downing the whole thing in one go. She looked down, seeing her knife in her hand, still dripping with brown, rotten blood. She wiped it on the grass before placing it back in it’s sheath.

She just kept thinking about the noise. All those gunshots. They’d have drawn every walker out for miles. Iris glanced over, seeing Andrea covering Sophia’s body with a blanket. She turned back, making for the RV, where Carol was sitting at the table by herself. Iris knocked before she went in, Carol glancing to her before facing out the window again. She took that as permission to come in, sitting herself down across the table, following her gaze.

After a few hours, Daryl came and knocked on the door, looking up at Iris. She pressed her lips together.

“They’re ready.” He said softly. Carol shook her head just slightly. “C’mon.”

“Why?” She murmured, looking up at Iris.

“‘Cause that’s your little girl.” Daryl replied. She shook her head firmly this time.

“That’s not my little girl. That’s some other… thing.” She hissed. There was a long beat of silence. “My Sophia was alone in the woods. All this time, I thought… she didn’t cry herself to sleep. She didn’t go hungry. She didn’t try to find her way back. Sophia… Sophia died a long time ago.”

Daryl didn’t like that answer. He exhaled sharply through his nose and went back outside. After a few minutes, Iris extended her hand across the table, palm up. And after a few more minutes, what felt like an eternity, Carol took it.

When it was time to say goodbye, after they all had been buried, Carol sat outside in a field, sitting in front of the blooms of a Cherokee Rose. Iris joined the others and said goodbye, even though she and Sophia had never spoken. Daryl was taking it particularly hard.

Dale, Andrea, and T-Dog started to load the other walker’s bodies into the bed of Jimmy’s truck, to be taken to be burned. Daryl had disappeared, but Iris spotted him against the ruins of an old stone building, whittling sticks. But the world moved on, and so must they.

“Iris? Iris?” Lori called, running out of the farmhouse. Iris looked up from cleaning her knives. “Beth’s in some kind of catatonic shock. We need Hershel.”

“He’s gone?” Iris asked, frowning.

“Rick and Glenn went to look for him. I… would you go into town to bring them back? Please?” Lori pleaded. Iris sighed, looking over at Daryl and his angry whittling. It would be stupid to go alone, and most everyone was otherwise occupied. And there was no way she’d venture over to ask Shane.

“Alright.” She breathed. Lori thanked her profusely, running back inside the house to check on Beth. Iris huffed as she pulled herself to her feet, trudging across the field toward Daryl.

“Daryl?” She called. He grunted and she made a face, walking closer. “You sharpening your pitchforks?”

“What?” He asked sharply.

“I’m going into town to get Rick, Glenn and Hershel. Apparently Beth’s in some kind of catatonic state.” She explained. He grunted again. Iris huffed. “Will you come with me?” She asked pointedly.

“The bitch went window shopping. If Lori wants him she should go fetch him herself. We got better things to do.” He grumbled.

“Oh, do we?” Iris scoffed. “I don’t. We’ve been in decision limbo for the past week or so. Nobody’s doing anything about anything, and I’m tired of it.”

“Listen to me, Iris, we were out looking for that little girl every single day. I took a bullet and an arrow in the process. Don’t you tell me I’m not doing nothing. You want to kill yourself for someone else, have a nice ride. I’m done looking for people.” He hissed. Iris stuck her tongue in her cheek, trying to keep herself from chewing him out and making him angrier.

“Lori’s pregnant, Daryl. She can’t go looking for him in case something happens.” She explained lowly.

“So that means I should? Olive Oyl should learn to do something for herself once in a while. Just ‘cause she’s pregnant don’t mean her life’s worth more than anyone else’s.” Iris snorted at the nickname.

“Don’t do this, please? We’ve lost enough people, Daryl, we don’t need to lose you—“

“That ain’t my problem neither.” He snapped. “Lookin’ after you ain’t my responsibility.”

“Cute.” She stated simply, spinning on her heel to head back to the camp and gather her things. Dangerous or not, she’d find them. Hell, she’d been living on her own in Atlanta for months. If Daryl didn’t want to help her, that’s fine. She’d do it her damn self.

Iris found a car a little ways down the road and hot-wired it, happy to see enough gas to get her from town and back without trouble. She had a map on her, eyes flicking upward every so often to keep her from doing something stupid. Yet when she was about halfway there, a deer jumped out into the road anyways. She inhaled sharply in surprise, jerking the wheel to the side in order not to hit it.

The car spun off of the road and flipped, landing upside down with a loud crunch.

Iris awoke again in the dark, to the sound of someone scratching at the car door. She opened one eye, wincing at the throbbing pain in her skull. She was incredibly irritated. At the car wreck, sure, but more-so at the fact that now she’d have to tell Daryl that he was right. And she hated being wrong. She reached up, feeling her head for wounds and bringing her hand away covered in blood. Head wounds were the fucking worst. In the past, she’d just tied on her bandana and that seemed to stop the flow, but that wasn’t much of an option at this point.

“Fuck.” She hissed. The walker in front of her started to press his face through the broken windshield, the edges of the glass catching on his skin and peeling it back from his skull. She recoiled, unbuckling the seat belt and pulling herself into the backseat. She pushed the opposite door open, kicking the door out when it got stuck, and pulled herself through.

Her boots hit the ground and she checked her belt for her knives. All present and accounted for. This situation was exactly why you strapped knives all over you. They wouldn’t move, even in a car accident. A pair of arms wrapped around her and she shrieked in surprise, shoving the walker backward. It peeled her jacket from her shoulders but she slid one arm out, managing to grab a knife and jam it into the walker’s eye. She pulled her jacket from his hands and slipped it back on, the sleeve now ripped.

Daryl watched the members of the group exit Hershel’s farmhouse after they finished dinner. He noted Iris’ absence and walked to her tent, grumbling to himself. He was trying to apologize and she didn’t have the damn courtesy to be there at all?

“Iris?” He asked lowly, standing outside her tent. He waited for a moment, hearing no movement or shuffling from the inside. “‘m comin’ in.” He mumbled, pulling the zipper down. He frowned when he saw that the tent was empty, standing back to his full height.

“Hey, Shane, you seen Iris?” Daryl called as Shane stalked across the campsite.

“Nope.” He called back shortly, shuffling into his own tent without turning back.

“Where could she have gone?” Lori asked, frowning down at her son, who was looking around for her. Daryl then realized that Iris probably decided that she was more than capable of going on her own, even if he had told her to get lost. Especially if Lori had asked her to do it.

“Damn it.” Daryl mumbled. “Dumbass.” He jogged over to his own tent, grabbing his crossbow and hooking it over his shoulder. “Went off looking for Rick.”

“On her own?” Lori asked, horrified. Carl scowled, adjusting his hat on his head as he turned toward the road.

“Yeah, ain’t that what you asked her to do?” Daryl growled in annoyance. He moved over to his bike, starting the engine and revving the motorcycle loudly. The tires skidded across the dirt as he pulled away from the farm, leaving the rest of the camp standing and watching in shock.

He drove faster along the road than he usually would, enjoying the excuse of open roads and no laws. It wasn’t long before he found the flipped car in the ditch, with a few dead walkers laid across the road. He left the bike running but stepped off, pulling out his crossbow as he kicked the walkers, ensuring they were dead. She wasn’t inside the car, and she was nowhere around the road or in the immediate vicinity. She could have ducked into the trees, but it was harder to see in the dark in the forest. More dangerous, too.

“Iris!” He whispered sharply, not wanting to draw any more walkers than he already would. He paused, listening to the cicadas in the hot summer heat. In the distance, he heard the far rumble of gunshots and his frown deepened.

Daryl got back on his bike, continuing down the road. She couldn’t have gotten far on foot, even if she wasn’t injured. The car looked like it had been flipped for a bit, but there was no telling how long she stayed there for. Good thing he was a damn good tracker. It was another five minutes before he noticed a silhouette walking along the side of the road, a ridiculous amount of knives strapped to her legs and hips. He pulled the bike to a stop in front of her, scowling as she stopped, folding her arms.

“You good?” He asked.

“Think so.” She replied simply.

“You sure? Pretty nasty wreck.” He pulled out a flashlight, shining it in her face, over her limbs. Either than maybe a mild concussion, she seemed okay. There was dried blood on her forehead, but the wound had already clotted. “C’mon. Get you back to camp.”

“No. I told Lori I was gonna find Rick and Hershel, so I’m gonna find them.” Iris refused, pulling away from him. He reached out, taking her elbow in a firm grip.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed out here, doing shit for other people.”

“If we don’t do shit for each other, there’s no difference between us and them.” Iris hissed, gesturing to their greater surroundings. “I know you’re pissed about Sophia, and so am I, but there’s nothing we can do about it now, except make sure nobody else from our group dies.”

“Yet you’re out here, making me come get you—“

“You wouldn’t have had to if you’d come with me in the first place!”

“Sounds like some blackmail bullshit.” He grumbled. Iris scoffed, folding her arms. “Look, I don’t know what’s your problem, I’m out here saving your life!”

“Oh, god, my hero!” Iris cried sarcastically, mimicking… well, Olive Oyl. “I didn’t ask you to come save me! I have been on my own for months. I am perfectly happy being alone.”

“You don’t know what to do with yourself. You said it yourself, you’re just itching for something to happen.” He replied, huffing in frustration. “Well, here it is. Somethin’ happened, and now you’re needin’ my help! You’re not my responsibility!” Iris said nothing, sticking her tongue in her cheek while he yelled. He scoffed, throwing his arms up in the air, but he didn’t miss the way Iris flinched as he raised his hands. Yet, she stared him down fearlessly, the wrath of God behind her eyes, and heard whatever he had to say. Hard as nails, she was.

“I never said I was. Go back, Daryl. If it means that much, you should have left me to rot.” Iris hissed. She made to turn on her heel, to continue on the way to town. Maybe she could hot-wire another car— Daryl stopped her, his hand on her elbow again.

They stared at one another, one glaring at the other and vice versa, for about five minutes before either of them broke away. Daryl’s gaze shifted as a walker shuffled out from between the trees at the edge of the forest, quick reflexes and a bolt from the crossbow and it was on the ground. He turned back to find her still staring at him.

“C’mon.” He mumbled, jerking his chin at the bike. She stared at him for a moment more before he got onto the bike, shifting forward a little and sat, simply waiting. Wasting gas, making noise, idling in a world facing the threat of— well, global warming wasn’t really an issue anymore, was it? There were barely any humans left to do anything.

For some reason, it felt like Iris was admitting defeat as she succumbed to her headache, getting on the back of Daryl’s bike. She kept as separated from him as she could, holding onto the back of the seat as he pulled off down the road, back to the farm.

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