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The heart under the lab-coat -The Walking Dead Daryl x Reader

They arrived in front of the CDC and the first thing they saw was a herd of walkers surrounding something... Or someone. They were trying to claw at that person but were falling at each gunshot that rang through the air. The men got down from their vehicles and tried to lessen the number of biters.

As Daryl shot some of the last biters remaining, he was astonished when he saw the young woman standing in the middle of the dead crowd. She was young, her brown slightly wavy hair falling on one of her shoulders, her piercing green eyes jumping from one rotting body to the other in her shooting range. She was clad in a pristine white lab coat that was now dirtied with black blood. If she might have looked slightly frail at first, the way she was holding her AK-47 and eventually bashing a few heads with the wooden handle showed how determined and somehow fit she was.

A pistol handle could be seen from were he was.

Once she got the last, she slided the heavy gun to her back and took out the Desert Eagle equipped with a silencer, aiming at them. When another wave of chompers rose, everyone got out of the vehicles. The woman barely hesitated when she saw the kid and opened the CDC to give them shelter, as Daryl was the last one to go in, making sure everyone made it. Though, when he turned back, he saw the woman, bent over a corpse.

“_'The heck are ya doin'? Hurry up in, woman!”

She rose to her feet, a few strange plastic boxes in her hands. She ran past him and smashed a red button once they were all safely in. The heavy metal shutters fell, and as expected from a place as protected as the CDC, they were completely cut from the outside, even the moans and banging on the door couldn't be heard from the inside.

When Rick was about to thank the mysterious woman, the sound of a shotgun being loaded rang out from a nearby corridor. She sighed and faced the man coming her way.

“_What did I tell you? You never listen to what I say, never! First, you go out for this suicide mission and then you bring strangers in? Did you only think of what they could do to us?”

Rick took off his hat, and extended his hand.

“_Mister? I'm Rick Grimes and I assure you we aren't looking for trouble. If she didn't let us in we would be dead by now.”

The man huffed and shook his hand.

“_I'm Dr. Jenner and this is-

_I'm Eva Dawn. She glared at Jenner.

_For everyone's security, we will take blood samples, just to make sure none of you are infected.

_Of course.”

Rick politely nodded and the scientists brought them deeper into the CDC. While Jenner was getting the needles ready, Eva noticed the boy of the group shaking. Glancing at the doctor, she silently made her way up to him and crouched down.

“_Hey, you. What's your name?

_I-I'm Carl, Carl Grimes, miss.

_Really nice to meet you, Carl. Say, are you scared of needles?

_I-I'm not scared! I'm a big boy, so I'm not scared!

_Maybe you just don't want to feel pain? Nobody likes to get hurt, you know, even adults. I could get you something so it won't hurt, do you agree?”

The boy shyly nodded, and waited patiently while she went out of sight, coming back only two minutes later.

“_Give me your arm.” She said gently.

Carl hesitated a little before giving in, Eva applied some sort of cold band-aid on his arm.

When she stood up again, everyone was looking at her, quite surprised and pleased that she was getting along with the kid. That wiped the sweet smile she had off her mouth, she turned her back, joining Jenner as her cheeks were growing hot.

Everyone had their turn and it was now Carl's.

He sat in the chair and shrunk in his seat when Jenner took his arm. Carl looked at Eva in hope and Jenner followed his gaze, nodding and leaving his seat.

She took his place, took a hold of the hem of the anesthetic band-aid and rubbing a cotton of alcohol to detach it painlessly.

She put her finger on the arm's vein.

“_Do you feel anything?

_Just the weight of you finger.”

The boy touched too, slightly amazed by the effects of the patch.

“_Okay, now look at me, not at your arm, can you do that for me?”

He nodded eagerly, a smile on his face as he took in the woman's features as she concentrated on her task. She looked up, smiling at him, still holding something against his arm.

She applied alcohol, tied the tourniquet and tapped the vein with her finger.

A few seconds after, she took the tourniquet off his arm, taped a piece of cotton to his arm and handed him a lollipop. She rose the seat's bottom, Carl was now on his back, legs held up slightly.

“_All done! You've been very brave, now stay a bit in this position and eat the candy, you're a bit pale.”

She took the blood sample with her, her lab coat disappearing in the corner of the hallway.

Carl was now sucking on his candy, a dreamy smile on his face. When his parent came up to him, Rick laughed.

“Looks like someone's having a crush.”

Lori elbowed him slightly, but all the group laughed.

Carl was too engrossed in his dreamy and dazed state to be offended at his father's joke.

In the lab, the ambiance was a bit tense, the two scientists staring in their microscopes, applying chemicals on the blood, an awkward silence had filled the room.

“_I still don't approve, but we can't exactly throw them out, now, can we?

_I'm not even sorry, you know?”

He chuckled at that.

“_Yeah, I know. Thank you for the skin samples, though.

He held up the Petri boxes, filled with the rotting flesh of an infected.

_You're welcome.”

They smiled to each other, another argument solved with sarcasm and humor, check.

After an hour, Jenner raised his eyes from the blood tests.

“_No development in their blood.

_Same here. Are you going to tell them what we discovered?

_I don't know if they're ready. We don't know them and they might panic, become violent or do god knows what.

_Hmm... How long do you think they'll stay?

_As long as they need to. Or as long as we can.

_First, stop worrying about that, second, what happened to the whole 'let's throw them out' project?

_If you think they're good, they have the benefit of the doubt, but I'll still cover your back in case you were wrong.

_...Thanks, Edwin.

_No prob', partner.”

Eva came from the corridor, a cardboard box full of alcohol bottles in her arms. Once she put it down on the table, Jenner came with the same burden charged in his arms.

“_Well, everyone, we've got a couple of bottles lying around in a corner catching dust and I can't think of a better occasion to empty those babies. Who wants a glass?”

They all cheered happily, a good conversation started then, a couple glasses of wine animating it further.

“_Say, Eva, can I taste your wine? Carl asked in an hushed voice.

Eva glanced at Rick and Lori. Rick had heard them and gave a wink after double checking that his wife wasn't paying him any attention.

The young woman extended her glass to the boy.

“_And not a word of this to your mother, alright?”

Carl nodded eagerly, giving a good sniff at the liquid, he lifted it to his mouth and plunged the tip of his tongue in it. He instantly pulled it out, his face adorably scrunched up in distaste. Rick was holding in his amusement not to alert his wife, whereas Daryl was almost falling off his chair in an alcohol induced laughter, but thankfully, that was just put on the alcohol's effect and quickly dismissed from everybody's minds.

After he calmed down, Daryl decided to quite literally drop into the chair next to Eva.

“_I wonder if you can hold your booze, lady.

_First, I'm no lady, and then, yes, the drink is an occasional friend of mine.

_Aah, easier to chill after work with a good ol' glass o' booze in hand, aye?

_Exactly.”

On the inside, Eva was crumbling in laughter, while Daryl was completely showing his redneck accent, she accentuated her stuck-up scientist voice and the mix of it was just too much. This night sure was different from the others, in a good way.

Later that night, Daryl was slumped on the table, drowning in a drunken slumber, he sat, his head nestled in his arms while surrounded by some empty glasses of wine. If Eva won over him, it was only thanks to the fact that he was already 'cozy' before they started, not that she would admit it to his face. She also filled his glass when he was laughing hard or insulting Glenn.

Let's just say that happened quite often, much to the Korean boy's despair.

But since it was mostly her fault, she insisted on getting him to bed herself, she lifted his arm and tucked it behind her neck with a hand on his ribs on the other side, lifting his much heavier body off his chair. Daryl was mumbling and she couldn't tell if it was addressed to her or if he was just half asleep. Anyway, he helped a little in the moving process until they entered his room. There, he completely slumped down, bringing her down with him as he fell to the carpeted floor.

“_You're really not helping, 'just hope you know that.

Another mumble.

_Dang it, talk normally or just go to sleep, make up your frickin' mind!

_Where's the stuck-up accent at, Dr. Dawn ?

_You were conscious enough to remember that? I'm impressed. But could we, perhaps get up now ?

He took in their position and lifted most of their weight off the ground.

_Thanks.

_Say, when we arrived here, you were shooting those walkers. You had quite the heavy gun, and it has a mean kick back too. Where did you learn how to handle it?

_Well, when the soldiers died and the army never sent additional troops, Jenner knew something was up. After all, we're the people who's job is to find a cure. We had tons of soldiers in the front room, but you met them earlier, a little less 'fresh' than before. So Jenner kept their guns, ammo and provisions. He taught me how to shoot a gun, and I trained really hard so I could protect this place.

_What were you doing earlier on that corpse, before we got in?

_I was collecting a few skin samples for our researches, the last we had have been burnt by a decontamination of the lab.

_Decontami-

_Jenner let it get out of control accidentally. When there's a risk, the lab evacuates the worker and burns everything left in the room, there's no virus nor any biological species that can escape this system.

_And your last piece of walker burned in there?

_Yeah, that's why I went outside. If we're still alive, we must continue our researches. I couldn't stay in, doing nothing while this virus is spreading outside, destroying what remains of humanity.

_That's nice an' all but... Did ya find anythin'?

_A few things, yes. But most of them are classified national secrecy. Even with everything going on, I can't tell you.

_Even to a nice guy like me? He sent her a flirty look, approaching his face to hers.

_Even less to a 'nice guy' like you.” She air-quoted.

He just shrugged his shoulders, not pushing her further into talking, and for that she was glad.

They spent most of the night, sat on the bed, sharing memories. The morning came faster than they thought it would. And they went down to the kitchen for some breakfast with the group. When she came down with Daryl, Jenner sent her a meaningful glance, at which she responded by sticking her tongue out. He understood, scoffed and shook his head.

Then came the time of the questions and Jenner brought them all in the computer room. There, he displayed the recording of his deceased wife's fall through the solarium's effects. Eva did her best to support Jenner in this moment, helping with the questions the group asked and keeping her hand sealed to his upper back, a comforting motion following every change of his face's expression.

“_Was that...A bullet?” Dale asked, pointing the neat white trail that suddenly slashed through the image.

Eva nodded somberly. The old man looked down, but then opened his mouth again.

“_Tell me, what will happen when this countdown reaches zero?” He was now pointing at the red numbers.

Jenner went to his desk, his back to the others. They all turned to Eva.

_This is the time we have left with our energy source. Once it gets to zero, there will be no power left, and the CDC will shut down.

_Just shut down?” Daryl was getting suspicious.

Eva kept her mouth shut when suddenly, the room's light started to shake, the aeration went off.

Daryl walked closer to the young woman, whose eyes were now slightly red-rimed and full of unshed tears.

_This facility deals with viruses, microorganisms that would kill you in a flash if they got out. Remember what I told you, Daryl? Decontamination, destroying every potential pathogen with-

_Fire.”

She just nodded, causing a few tears to escape.

An alarm rang out 'facility system engaged' a robotic voice came out. They all turned to Jenner, entering codes to lock the facility down.

“_Hey, what are you doin'? Daryl almost jumped at him.

_I'm doing what you asked me, to give you a chance. I give you the chance to die painlessly, to all go peacefully with the people you love.

The women and the children cried silently while all the men were trying to reason with Jenner. Well, almost all of them, Daryl was hitting forcefully the closed door with every object he found.

When he finally came to the conclusion that there was nothing he could do, he got back to the center of the conversations.

Eva stood there, her eyes empty of tears and emotion. Then, a smaller hand slipped in her own.

Carl looked up at her, his eyes showed fear and sadness. Everybody turned around at the boy's voice.

“_Are we going to die?

This put her back to reality, she had to save them, those people needed her, now.

She kept a hold of Carl's hand, which seemed to fuel her determination.

Her gaze hardened as she took out her gun and pointed it at Jenner's forehead.

“_Edwin, open the door, now.

Everyone stared at her, astonished by her change of personality.

_You know I can't do that, you know I'm right. We both know the truth of what's happening outside.

_And that's your reason to steal their future away?!

_Lower your gun, it won't get you anywhere.

_I know the code Edwin, we worked together for so long. I'm giving you the last chance you will be given: Enter the code and let them go or die uselessly. Don't make me do this.

After a few seconds, Jenner entered the code on the digital pad. The door opened, freeing Rick's group.

_Let's go! He cried out.

Eva knelled in front of Jenner taking his hands in hers.

_Thank you, Edwin. She smiled up at him.

_Eva! Mommy, we can't go, Eva's still here! Eva! Carl was shouting, reaching out for her.

Daryl also came to her side, extending his hand.

Jenner let out a content sigh.

_Continue to live if you so desire, the road ends here for me. But you have new people to care for, now. Go on, Eva, I know how much you want your life to be useful. This is goodbye.

She embraced him tightly, whispering a thank you before escaping, hand in hand with Daryl.

They joined the others on the front, the men were trying to break the security glass.

It only gave in when Rick threw a grenade at it. The explosion shook the lab's structure.

“_Come on, let's go.” Daryl told her, gently tugging at her hand.

The group ran across the field, getting in the cars to avoid the walkers.

Eva had counted right, because as they covered enough ground to avoid the blast, the entire CDC exploded.

The blow of the explosion pushed them all to the ground violently. Daryl took Eva in his arms, protecting her from the fall. After a few seconds of silence, her head rose to meet Daryl's eyes.

Thank you she mouthed, he nodded in response. Still on top of him, shielded by his arms, she saw the flames rising, smoke flowing out from the carcass of the building.

They rose to their feet, climbing in their cars and fleeing from the scene.

All Eva could think about, as she held Daryl's hand in the truck, was how thankful she was for Jenner to have let them go.

Thank you for giving us a chance. She held a hand to her heart, the beating joining her palm through the white cotton of her lab coat.

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Wolves think alike -The Wolf Among Us Bigby x Creature!Reader

He’d been tracking the Twiddle brothers for five hours straight, and now the sun was going down. It’s golden orange hues flowing from between the building’s sombre mass. And as night fell, soon came the time for the smugglers to go roam around the city in search of their victims and for the hookers to start their nightly dance on the dirty side-walk.

Bigby huffed as he was soon faced by the truth: the Nightly Fabletown wasn’t going to give in her children. They would safely hide in the shadows, while Bigby’s search through the city was all but a bite in the air. He would have to face Snow and her judging glare when he’ll come back with empty hands. He stopped for a second, palming his face and sighing. He took out his pack of Huff&Puff’, lighting one of the cigarettes and taking a deep, long drag of smoke. His feet resumed their travel to his office at a slightly slower pace. He just wanted to go home and crash in his sofa, but Snow would just be unbearable if he didn’t go report to her.

He sighed once again, and his knuckles knocked against the hard wood of the door. When Snow’s voice pierced the air, the entered the room. Snow was sat at her desk, piles of paperwork laid on it. She was staring at him, glancing questioningly at the door behind, expecting one of the brothers to be cuffed in the hall.

_Did you get them? Her voice was cold and her tone demanding.

He just glanced to the side. Snow looked as if she was about to snap, her usually porcelain-pale face getting a furious red tint.

_Bigby! I thought I made myself pretty clear already! I want them out of the streets, and I sent you to fetch them, and what do you do? You just come in here empty handed and dare-

She stopped herself when her voice couldn’t get any higher, her shouting was short but effective.

Way to give me a damn headache.

But she still managed to surprise him when she resumed talking, calmly this time.

_Look, I found a new way of taking things into hand. I have some contacts who informed me of a creature, which is supposed to live in the forest. You will go fetch it, if it’s reasonable, it’ll join you in your hunt for the Twiddle brothers, if it’s not, you’ll deal with it.

Of fucking course.

_I can get them myself, I don’t need some unknown creature to help.

_I can clearly see that.

The irony could have burned him physically. He just sighed, knowing there was no fighting this.

_Okay, where is it, then?

_I told you, the forest.

_The forest is pretty vast, and each creature has a specific area were it lives.

_My informations don’t go that far. You’re going now, don’t waste any more time.

Bigby clenched his jaw, settling for a hard yet neutral expression to cover the anger boiling inside him.

He stood on the edge of the forest, and Bigby was soon overcome with the idea of letting his wolf surface, to disappear in the woods and never face the never-sleeping city of Fabletown. But it was his duty now, and he wouldn’t go back on this, so he grumbled a last curse before joining the inviting arms of the wood’s quiet. The gentle chirping of birds was an impressive contrast to the constant honking of the city cars, the air was so pure he could swear it cleaned his lungs from the city’s bad air and the billion of cigarettes that passed his lips all day long. The noises of the forest were lulling him, if the creature had to be found, he certainly would stumble on it by walking around, he thought.

After searching the woods for a while, a sound got his attention, and soon, a doe came out of the bushes. It didn’t seem to notice the man, who stood as still as he could. Bigby hesitated, he had been in here for hours, and he was getting hungry, should he turn into a wolf and eat it?

He didn’t have time to think when a dark blurred figure came out of the same bushes the doe had earlier. Bigby’s eyes widened at what he saw.

There was a massive wolf, pouncing on the doe. The prey didn’t get a chance to even flinch, the powerful jaws closed on it’s neck, snapping it as the shining teeth sank in the flesh. As the wolf released it’s hold on the doe, the bloody corpse fell limp to the ground. The beast took a few laboured breaths before quickly regaining it’s composure. But it’s ears suddenly moved, head following, and Bigby was caught in it’s stare. It growled, baring it’s teeth as the ears fell backwards. The Sheriff gently lifted his empty hands, not looking directly in it’s eyes. The wolf calmed down after his submissive behaviour, it even took a few paces in his direction, the curious animal started sniffing him, sneezing when it passed the cigarettes in his pocket. Bigby’s stomach chose this moment to growl, but when the wolf’s head snapped in his direction and Bigby thought it might attack, it went back to the doe, dragging it to him, then ripping a good piece of meat and pushed it in his direction, seeming to offer it to him, staring calmly at the man. Bigby kneeled and took the meat, eating it raw while the wolf, too, started to dig in.

The wolf finally finished it’s meal, and lifted it’s giant head to him.

_I guess you are the creature Snow was talking about.

The beast looked at him, seeming interested in what he had to say.

_My boss, Snow White, is interested in your…abilities, and asked me to fetch you. She wishes for you to help me track down criminals, you would need to get a glamour, but you’d get to live in the city.

The wolf let out a breath that curiously sounded like a scoff.

Yeah, as if the the city was attractive to a beast that has entire freedom. Literally putting a leash on a wolf.

#mightmakeasequel #the wolf among us #twau #wolf #bigby #big bad wolf #werewolf #snow white #fairytale #fabletown #woodsland #bigby x reader #reader #x reader

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They never get old -The walking dead Daryl x Reader

They were once again on the road to nowhere. The jail has fallen, Houston. But the static is the only thing answering the survivor's desperate pleas. You get a good taste of the purest, nerve-wrecking loneliness.

Nobody's going would help you if one of those decomposing bastards started to gnaw at your neck, there's no friendly officer to “shoot the fucker in the head”. Daryl's gruff tone ringing through your head.

You were still hiking through the endless of green that was the forest. The moisture in there was bearable but the choking feeling wasn't pleasant at all; every time you had to run from walkers, it was harder to get your breath back.

The small group came to a clearing and Beth huffed out, a smile on her lips as the wind blew all around them, cooling their sweaty bodies. You chuckled, patting the girl's shoulder, and shared a laughing glance. You two girls got along well, so well that Maggie could have sworn she had a new sister.

Daryl led you further ahead and stopped. He put the side of his hand against his forehead, shielding the sun's light. You saw him squint at something, looking the same way, there was a cabin. You all ran across the field and Daryl stopped the girls with a hand, taking his crossbow in the other. He opened the door silently and entered cautiously.

After a while, he came back, crossbow slung to his back, and motioned for them to join him inside.

Half an hour later, they had taken most of the non-perishables and headed downstairs.

“Well, that's not creepy at all.” You awkwardly said.

They were in a “dead make-up booth” as Beth would say.

“_We'll stay here for the night, ya'll should get cozy.

Saying that, Daryl hopped into a coffin. You laughed while Beth looked shocked.

“_Are you really going to sleep in there? It's so creepy! Beth's voice was smaller than usual.

_Don't worry, he just loves the foreshadowing, sets a lil' suspense in every day's life. You mocked.

_Them walkers are already makin' life tense, alright. And this is far more comfortable than any bed I've had in my entire life.”

Everyone laughed at that, and while Mr Dixon was getting his beauty sleep, Beth and you took a seat at the piano lying nearby. Talking in hushed voices about the different musics we knew and could play or sing.

“_Ya goin' to start playin' or wha'?

_But we don't know any four handed piece.

Beth whined a bit, and Daryl pointedly glanced at you.

_Ya sing fo' me? He asked casually.

You blushed so much you thought your cheeks were burning. Dang, did he only know how nice it sounded?

Yeah, very nice.

You simply turned to the piano, testing it's sound. In the polished surface, I could see Daryl, looking disappointed and staring at your back.

Dang it, let's do this.

You saw his reflection jump a bit when your voice pierced the silence. And honestly, you were almost as surprised. But you all had a good time, making your own ephemeral heaven in the apocalypse.

#Daryl dixon #daryl #darylxreader #daryl x reader #apocalypse #the walking dead #twd

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How to protect the pack -The Walking Dead Mystic!AU Daryl Dixon x Werewolf!OC

Carl was terrified, guns were blazing all around camp while he stood in a horrified trance.

He was trembling from head to toe, and couldn't hear his father, Daryl, nor Kate call for him, their voices were blurry drums nagging at his brain.

Kate ran up to him, her eyes becoming bright golden as she shot every walker reaching for the boy. Daryl was covering her back, she didn't even flinch when an arrow whizzed past her ear. Taking Carl in her arms, she ran through the hell that had become the battlefield. Rick smiled to himself when Kate passed him in an inhuman flash. She was fighting, Carl still tucked under her arm, she didn't bother trying to find a way out, there was none.

As she started to tire out, ears and tail showed, and the two men fighting along threw a knowing glance at each other, and Daryl nodded. The mix of adrenaline and her wolfish pride kept her from calling for help, so they had to learn her body language. When she was in such a state, she had a constant sneer on her lips, teeth showing and was getting more and more physical in her attacks. Now the gun rarely emitted any sound, mostly used to smash the undead's skull open with an unnatural strength barely kept under control.

But all of a sudden, Carl cried out as one of the monsters grew so near he took a hold of the boy's ankle. From the look on her pale face, this was the last she could take.

She put Carl down and circled him as her skin changed in color and texture, her mouth and nose elongating into a snout. Her cracking bones could be heard by everyone as they changed in shape.

Soon a wolf stood were the young woman once did. It rose it's head proudly and howled, catching the attention of all the undead around. It jumped through a part of the herd and bit some heads off with it's powerful jaws. It ran around the field, an enraged growl mixed with a howl escaping it's gaping mouth. As it found itself followed by the whole herd, it headed for the forest at incredible speed.

It stopped on the edge of the woods stared in Daryl's eyes with burning gold irises, howling goodbye before disappearing between the pines.

#Werewolf!OC #Werewolf #The walking dead #twd #daryl #daryl dixon #daryl x oc #oc #darylxoc #au #fanfiction

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Teaching seduction -The Waling Dead AU Daryl Dixon x Reader

You had to join the classroom to attend to your English class.

Your teacher, Mr Dixon, was slouching in his chair, feet on his desk, his eyes hidden by sunglasses. His arms, initially crossed behind his head in a chilling way, fell to his sides as he stood to welcome the students. When all were in, he closed the door, calmly walking to his desk.

When the happy chatter of the teenagers dragged on too much to his liking, he took a book in hand, and let it fall loudly on the desk. All mouth now shut, he started the lesson. You didn't know which poem the class was currently studying, and frankly, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The only thing that was worth you attention was the way his hips swayed as he walked around, how is lips moved in a tempting way, how his shiny yet cold blue eyes darted in every direction a sound came out of.

Yeah, maybe you were a psycho for thinking of your teacher in such a way, but you couldn't help it. This man just breathed out the word 'manly', yet, if you knew him a bit, by the way he talked, he was an intelligent, cultivated, kind and caring man. His way of putting his soul into his work was just too endearing.

In a flash of blue, his eyes met yours, and as you were so engrossed in your daydream, it took you a few seconds to avert your eyes.

Seeing this, he smirked slightly, and he resumed the lecture, his voice coming out a bit louder this time.

“_... And no matter how sweet, how delicious I might sound, keep yourself from what's dangerous, and your feet to the ground.”

That bastard.

#Daryl #daryl dixon #au #Teacher #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #darylxreader #the walking dead #twd #walking dead #fanfiction #seduction #teasing #teacher!Daryl

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The one walking away -The Walking Dead

Their relationship was far from simple, that much was clear to everyone.

The worst part wasn't when Merle brought Daryl to some of the most depraved bars of town, only for him to wait at a table, all alone while his brother was getting a bunch of girls to share his STDs with.

No, it was nothing compared to the fact that he just left him to take both their share of punches in the face and belt whacks from their drunkard of a father.

Meanwhile, Merle was getting cozy in Juvie, away from a place that wasn't much of a home.

When Daryl came for his brother when the dead started to rise, he found him on top of a police station, as red as an overcooked lobster, talking crap and shooting cars, wailing with the engine's alarm, as if his brains – If he ever had any – had melted from the heat.

When they were back on the road he found what he always hoped for: some quality time with his brother, only them and a few walking corpses, but this experience only strengthened their bond as they worked as a team. But it all too soon came crashing when, in Atlanta, they met the group. Merle wanted to become buddies and then loot them to the bone. But he was left behind in the city, and this old bastard didn't wait for his little brother to come fetch his ass, he took the car and fled, again.

And then, in Woodbury, they met again, and fought against each other in that big arena full of walkers. They escaped, and Rick decided to be the dimwit, this time around. So Daryl was into the wild, his brother by his side. But they both had changed, and they couldn't comprehend the other anymore.

It seemed like he'd always find a way out.

While Daryl was killing himself to prove his brother's value to the others, this idiot found amusing to kidnap Michone, the trade was going to happen. Her life, and the jail's inhabitants lived. But he finally freed the woman and decided to get to the end of things, himself.

This time, he must have wanted to be the hero, for once.

So here was Daryl, searching through rounds, seeking his brother among the more or less dead people. Maybe he should have walked away, believing the old bastard had headed North and fought for survival like a boar. But it was too late, their eyes met.

Blood-shot, hollow eyes meeting disbelieving, stormy blue.

Everything was blurry as the walker-Merle stood from where it was chomping at a corpse, charging for fresher meat. Daryl pushed him away a few times, but it had to happen.

Taking out his hunting knife, he tackled his undead brother, restlessly stabbing his head, because he never here as a brother, because he left him, all alone, thrice, because he had loved his brother so much, because he was an idiotic asshole, because his heart felt like it broke. He killed him and laid down on the damp grass, his head spinning.

After a while, the sun started to go down, and night was coming.

And, in the end, even if he didn't want to, he was the one walking away.

#the walking dead #TWD #Story #Merle #Merle Dixon #Daryl #Daryl dixon #Dixon #Death #Zombies #Walkers #spoilers #thefeelsman #people turning #becoming a zombie

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fearthebigbadwolf-blog · 8 years

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The last man standing -The Walking Dead

The calm of the prison's grounds was suddenly interrupted by the crashing of the fence when the tank pushed through. The engine's motor sounded like a broken, sinister bell, breaking the silence to tell all who could hear that one passed away.

A herd of walkers stumbled in, some of them were already waiting to come in for weeks, their scrawny fingers sticking out from the fence's holes, but most had been freed from containers, brought directly from Woodbury. And here they came, already trying to gnaw at everyone's necks.

Some died during the first assault and those who survived tried to somehow contact the others, the cries of pain and grief tearing at everyone's minds.

The governor came out of tank from the top latch, a smug and victorious look on his face. He was calm and composed whereas the survivors were still shaking from the violence of the sudden attack, all covered in black blood and mud.

Rick's eyes searched the destroyed peace that once was the jail's backyard for his closest friends.

Daryl was near him, coming out of a grave hole where he was hidden, coughing out the dirt filling the air. They shared a tired, saddened glance.

From where he was, Rick could see T-Dog's body, the abdomen torn apart, his insides displayed for all to see in a disturbing and bloody mess.

And the man responsible for all this was here, standing in a conqueror's stance, on top of the tank, pointing each remaining survivor and shooting with a gruesome accuracy. One by one, the survivors fell, eyes wide, a bloody trail escaping the gapping hole in their heads.

Crying out in rage, the two men charged, more desperate than determined.

No more arrows, only a few rounds left in a low-range handgun.

After sharing a few shots, Rick fell in a heart-wrecking cry, and the fiend, from the top of his steely monster, tore into a manic laugh, only fueling the burning rage of the last one still attacking.

The only sounds breaking the silence were those of a bullet leaving it's chamber and a body falling heavily to the ground.

The Governor was dead.

#The walking dead #The governor #slight spoiler #Daryl Dixon #Rick Grimmes

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fearthebigbadwolf-blog · 8 years

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Called the wrong number while drunk → Hannibal x Reader

Your empty glass hit the bar counter in a clear sound for the umpteenth time this evening. And… Let’s just say you weren’t tipsy any more, you were downright drunk. Drunk in sorrow, deception and Vodka.

It seemed like alcohol had taken a strange toll on you, one moment you felt like falling from the bar stool in a crying, pitiful heap of flesh, the next, anger flowed through your system and you would ask for another drink to gulp down in your fury.

Tears welled up again, and you were tired of it, you wished for a good night of sleep. But you remembered that the only bed you could call your own was one you shared with the object of your anger: Doctor Hannibal freaking Lecter. Your forehead hit the wooden bar in despair, was there nobody in this god forsaken world to help you? Someone soft and nice, gentle and a bit quiet, your aching head added.

Your thumb was gliding across your phones glass screen, eyes scanning through your contacts.

But you realized that you had changed all of your contact names. Mr Grizzly must have been Jack Crawford, you chuckle.

Cute Butt

Oh… Wasn’t that Will Graham’s number? Nice name you gave him, brain.

You called his number, and he answered quite quickly, much to your liking.

“[Y/n]? Is that you?

_Yeah… I… Need you to get me. Would it be okay if I stayed over at your house?

_But- Of course, it would be fine, why-

_Thanks a lot Will, you’re a life saver.

_… Where are you right now?

_I’m at the bar down Hannibals house.

_And… What are you doing there?

_Ugh… You don’t want to know….

_Yes, I really do.

_Pushy, huh? Well, Hanny and I got in an argument. You wouldn’t believe the stuff he told me, so meaaaan.

_Really?

_Yeah, he’s always like ‘don’t do this, don’t do that’ or even 'you’ll hurt yourself, [y/n]!’. Like he’s my darn mom or something.

_Isn’t it because he cares about you, because he really doesn’t want you to get hurt?”

You grumbled at his tone, he really wasn’t with you on this one.

“I’m just tired of it. I feel like he sees me more as a young child he has to constantly watch over than a young woman who loves him with all her heart!”

He fell silent on the other side. Yup, something was definitely wrong with him tonight.

“You know what Willy? You may be right, maybe even I am right. Maybe he cares about me because I’m younger and he feels responsible? I don’t really care though, even if he doesn’t love me this way, I do. I’m happy as long as he lets me be by his side! I’ll do it, Willy, I’m gonna go and ask for his forgiveness!”

You jumped from the stool in determination. You were so fired up, even the cold outside wouldn’t stop you from walking home.

“I’ll get you, stay were you are.

_Wha-? I told you it’s okay now, I’m walking home, you live too far for-”

The communication stopped, living you with a beeping in your ear.

What was going on here? Were you really that drunk or was Will going nuts?

Your arm slowly joined your side, phone still hanging in hand.

You decided you would still go home, this guy was C-R-A-Z-Y if he thought you’d stay even a minute longer. You pushed the bar’s door and walked a few steps before your path was blocked by a car. No, not any car.

The window slid down.

“Get in, you’ll freeze to death.”

Hannibal?

You opened the door and sat in. The warmth instantly enveloped your form.

“How did you know I was here?

_Don’t you remember? You called me.” A strange smirk gripped his lips.

Arching an eyebrow, you scan through your calling history. Your eyes widened as Hannibal slightly leaned in and smirked at the displayed number.

“Wait, YOU are Cute Butt?”

Your outburst made your cheeks redden and Hannibal chuckle.

“Seems like it.”

And the worst was his smug look over the nickname.

“And I think you should know, you are the woman I love.”

It took you some time, but you finally understood what he meant.

Hannibals car pulled up in his houses driveway, said man turned to you, gauging your reaction.

You grabbed his tie and pulled him to you, a hand on his cheek, you kissed him deeply.

And the smug bastard smirked.

Bonus:

“Do you really think Will has a cutest butt than me, [Y/n]?

_Nah, you have the cutest butt of all.”

*Smug smirk* #SoGonnaRubItInHisFace.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibalxreader #hannibal x reader #fanfiction #drunk!reader #smug #smugsmirk #smugmclecter #reader

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fearthebigbadwolf-blog · 8 years

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I’m pretending to be your bff because you looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on you. Will x Reader

Will Graham sighed and rubbed his temple a bit more roughly when the high pitched voice of one of his female students bothered his silent environment, again.

The dark lines under his eyes seemed to get worse as his calm demeanour was breaking apart.

Oh, boy.

He was imagining how it would feel. Pushing his hands toward her shoulders, going up to her neck, thin hair tickling his knuckles as they brushed past. And, as she'd smile -somehow dumbly to him- He'd make her a perfect necklace out of his hand's bones, muscles and tendons, all joined in the effort of this murderous, forceful constriction. Her smile would fall and transform into a shocked, painful grimace of terror as he'd strangle the living light out of her.

As he could feel his fingers slightly move forward, as if to translate the imaginary scene in deadly, cold action, he suddenly stopped.

Warmth enveloped him completely, but mostly his back, arms were slightly encaging him, keeping him at bay.

“Sorry, Willy, I came as soon as I could. Did I make you wait?”

This voice was flirty too, but not as high pitched as the one before. And there was lie lacing those words. It made him relax, still.

He shook his head, denying the fact that he, indeed, had been waiting for the blonde student to shut up for what felt like centuries.

As for the student, she became red in the face and spun on her heels, marching away from them.

The woman behind him sighed, and sat down at the bar stool next to Will.

He silently asked the barman to serve her a glass.

“Thanks.

_No worries, you really looked distressed, or where you going to murder her?”

Will gasped silently, jumping a bit at the notion. The woman laughed it off, but she somehow knew what he was thinking.

“You called me by my name?

_Yes, I hadn't recognized you from behind, but when she called you by your first name, I realized you were the special agent Jack Crawford was using to solve his hardest cases.”

He chuckled. Maybe this night of silent alcoholism had been disturbed not too nicely, but this gave him the occasion to get some interesting company.

#Will x Reader #Will Graham #Hannibal #Fanfiction #AnnoyingBlondStudents #LetMeDrinkFF'sS!#WillxReader

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fearthebigbadwolf-blog · 8 years

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Imagine them eating popcorn and he starts choking on it and dies. The end. No happy ending. Will x Reader

You can’t tell me what to do, Anon! ;p

The both of you had chosen to meet on a Friday night. The week was over and you could finally relax without risking any interrupting calls from Jack Crawford.

So here you were, comfortably sitting in Will's sofa, covered by a thick and warm blanket.

Will's arm rested behind your shoulder blades and it felt quite relaxing as you bathed in the smell of his cologne.

You decided to watch a movie, and settled for a horror movie. You didn't tell Will, but you had already watched it a few years ago, the movie was very good, so it didn't bother you. You had an advantage: you knew all the jump scares.

Your beloved partner had brought along a pack of popcorn, and both of you were filling your mouths with the sugary treat.

The story's murderer walked in front of the camera quickly, making will gasp and let go of a handful of popcorn. You laughed it off and resumed your position. The hooded man was going for the kill now, but the tension was high as scenes cut between all the characters. Who was going to die?

In his gaping attention, Will took a heavy handful of popcorn and was shoving some of it in his mouth when the murderer suddenly attacked!

Poor Will gasped again, but seemed to have breathed in too hard, a piece of the sweet corn slipping in his lung. He coughed heavily, wheezing almost as he tried to regain his composure.

You had stopped laughing long ago and were now really worried for him, the coughing fit just wouldn't end!

You experimentally, hit his back with the palm of your hand, no effect. Worse even, he started turning a weird shade of red.

You were positively panicking at that precise instant, and decided to take it to another level.

You pressed your chest to his back, joining your hands just beneath his ribs and gave a good push. This made him gasp hard and he hit the floor under you, unconscious.

Tears started to flow from your eyes. Was he dead? It sure looked like he was. Did you kill him? Did you do anything wrong?

Just then, his body started shaking and you jumped right out for your skin when his whole body shook violently...in...laughter?

Will took a hold of his ribs, as if to stop the laugh from bubbling out. His cheeks were a healthy pink and he started to get back up.

His laughter died out slowly, but he grew worried when you didn't respond.

_”So, you think this is fun, huh? Well, you're gonna wish you were really dead!”

You shouted out before tackling him back to the ground, tickling him until he couldn't breathe properly... And some more after that.

Oh, he was going to pay.

#Will Graham #Will #Hannibal #Will x Reader #WillxReader #PopCorn #Deathbypopcorn #sugarydeath #Request #Fanfiction

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fearthebigbadwolf-blog · 8 years

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Imagine them doing laundry, but instead of folding it, they just snuggle in all the warm clothes that came out of the dryer. Hannibal/Reader

Changed the request a bit to fit the character because, do you really think Hanny would relax when there is still cleaning to do?! No, sir!

Hannibal had woken up very early that day. The sun's first rays only started to warm up the air when he started to work.

But, Hannibal never works on Saturdays, right?

No, Hannibal had taken a light breakfast and started cleaning his home from top to bottom. He put back each book, each cooking utensil back into place. The cooking area seemed to sparkle, each silvery knife shining dangerously in the light. Every room's floor had been thoroughly scrubbed clean.

Inside one of Hannibal's guest rooms, [y/n] started to wake. The sun glared through her closed eyelids. She fought against her awakening, sheets rustling as she cocooned herself more within the warmth, but to no avail, she was now awake... Almost.

The sole of her foot experimentally touched to floor, causing a shiver to run up her spine when it came into contact with the cold hard floor. Gathering an incredible amount of courage, she finally stood up in all her drowsy glory. The large shirt Hannibal had given her for the night hung loosely from her shoulder, the exposed skin shaking in the ambient cold.

She padded her way to the kitchen silently, opening a cupboard to take her favorite mug. Milk was already steaming in a pot, she smiled.

Sitting at the kitchen isle, she started gulping her sugary and hot cocoa silently.

Her feet were dangling a bit between the high chair's bars. She must look like a child.

Once finished, she rose to her feet but when she turned around, Hannibal was already here, staring at her in patient silence. He wasn't wearing his suit today, just a shirt, some dress pants and classy shoes, no tie or jacket adorned his figure.

“Good morning, Hannibal. The tall man nodded.

_Good morning to you too, [y/n]. Did you sleep well? He extended his hand to take her mug.

_I did, thank you. Did you also rest well?”

He silently nodded, turning his back to her as he was cleaning the mug, wiping it expertly and putting it back into place.

_I took the liberty of cleaning your clothes, if you would come with me.

She was impressed by everything about Hannibal. His courteous ways, his good looks and intelligence, but also his big, clean home. It seemed all too much for her and it wasn't uncommon that she would feel out of place, but Hannibal always did his very best to make the feeling subside.

They went in what seemed to be the utility room, where a medium-sized washing-machine was purring like a sleeping tiger. The humming noise came to a stop shortly after their entrance.

Hannibal crouched down and started to take out the laundry.

It was weird in a way, seeing Dr. Hannibal Lecter acting so... Domestic really was an alien sight.

He took out her clothes, handing a neat pile to her. He folded it so quickly she didn't even notice.

She thanked him and headed to the bathroom to change into her dark jeans and tank top, covered by an open flannel shirt... So classy, right?

When she came back, the pile of laundry was on a couch and Hannibal was folding them neatly. [y/n] silently sat next to him and joined in the activity. She had to say she was glad the doctor wasn't minding her lack of skill in the matter... At least he didn't voice it.

They put all the clean clothes in a big wardrobe and came back down to finish with the blankets.

But [y/n] had something else in mind, something silly, really, and she hoped he wouldn't mind much.

When Hannibal was about to take an armful of blankets, she pushed him onto the couch. As he had his guard down around her, he was quite surprised when his body was sent down to the cushioned piece of furniture. He looked back up at the woman who accompanied him, eyes a bit wider and his eyebrows were raised in surprise. [Y/n] took this chance to jump onto the couch along with him and wrap both their bodies together in the multiple blankets. As they were just taken out of the washing-machine, they were very soft and warm but also gave off a pleasing floral scent.

She was laughing like a child and looked to the side to meet Hannibal's -very close- face. She reddened a bit, but waited for his reaction.

“You have a strange way to do the laundry, Ms.[L/n].”

His tone was a bit harsh, but as she was so close to his face, she was able to notice the smile gnawing at the corner of his lips.

“You're not angry, are you?

_No, not in the least, it is very warm in there, and the company is good.”

His eyes gave off a message she couldn't quite understand, but it made her face redden even more.

Hannibal didn't wait for an answer when he pulled his arm over her shoulders and pushed the both of them back into the comfortable cushions, minding not to let the blanket slip off. He just pulled her close to him and sighed, closing his eyes. He looked peaceful as a faint smile took over his lips.

#Hannibal #Hannibal Lecter #HannibalxReader #Hannibal x Reader #Laundry #Domestic #Domestic!Hannibal #Cleanyourdamnroom #Prompts #Requests

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