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From the Beginning Part 4

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter 4: Preparation

Word Count: 2396

Authors note: Sorry for being gone for awhile. I had to prepare for Hurricane Ian and I lost access to the internet for quite a while. But I’m back now. I’m planning on uploading another chapter later today! Also sorry if this chapter is formatted weirdly I had to upload it from my phone.

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Bright. As she opens her eyes, she takes in the rising sun that began to peer into the R.V. Grunting, she pushes herself up and stretches. Standing up she walks over to the front door, pushing herself out of the car.

“Good mornin,” Shane greets her, walking past the R.V. with a bucket of water, “Cleaning up station is over here if ya want to follow”.

Nodding her head, she goes after the male, stopping when he drops the bucket down to the ground.

“So here you can use this washcloth, it's communal which is gross I know, but it’s only for ya face. When Glenn gets back later we can talk about what you can do to contribute here. For now just get used to it all, okay?”

“Got it. Thank you,” she responds, taking the washcloth that Shane was holding out to her.

Dipping the piece of cloth into the bucket, she sighs as cold water runs down her face. After thoroughly using the towel to wipe her entire face, she places it back into the bucket. Turning around, she sees food being dished out over by the fire, the same place it was yesterday.

Walking over, she picks up a bowl off of the floor and hands it over to Carol, who was dishing the food out. Offering a small smile towards the girl, Carol hands the bowl back after putting two scoops of what looked like porridge into it.

Moving away from the R.V. she sits down on the ground, slowly sipping at the hot mush. Her peace however, is disrupted once Merle walks into the campsite.

“There she is, the lady of the hour” he barks.

Walking over to where she sat, he took the bowl of food out of her hands before loudly slurping it.

“We’re given her more handouts huh? She hasn’t done a damn thing for us, and you’re just letting her take take take. Well, missy, that’s not how this fucking works. You ‘ave to earn what you take' ' Merle speaks between eating.

“C’mon now you don’t have to be like that” a man she wasn’t introduced to last night, speaks out, walking over from the wash station.

“You think I’m going to listen to you. You’re the last person I’d ever listen to. The bitch here has to earn her keep. Her Chinese friend is, why not her?”

“She just woke up from a bad concussion, she needs a minute to adjust. Like Shane said, she’ll earn her keep once she’s better” the stranger defends.

“It don’t seem like she’s unconscious anymore, seems to me she’s good to start workin. That’s all I got to say” Merle replies, walking over to Carol and holding out the bowl.

“You already ate” she whispers, hesitating to pour more food in his bowl.

“Fill me up woman. I haven’t eaten my share, only what got took”.

Diverting her attention, she looks over to the man who was trying to defend her.

“Sorry about that, he’s got a temper. The names T-Dog, I heard you woke up last night, sorry I wasn’t there, I headed to bed right after Shane told ya I helped find ya” he introduces himself, holding out a hand for her to shake.

“It’s alright. Thank you for standing up for me, I appreciate it, though he kind of has a point. I did drain your resources, and haven’t offered anything back”.

“Hey, that’s not your fault. You were in pretty rough shape back there. Shane and I were out skimming the woods to see if anymore of those things were nearby, and we found you and your friend. He was holding a rock covered in guts, you were up against a tree, dried blood all over ya head. We actually thought he had killed you, but he explained how when they bombed the city you got caught up in it, and the force of the explosion made you bash your head pretty bad on a rock. We were surprised he even got you that far into the forest, he your boyfriend?”

“No, no, just a friend. We worked almost every shift together at a pizza parlor in a shopping center in Atlanta. He’s like a brother. He’s all I have left right now”.

“Well he should be back this afternoon, so try not to worry” T-Dog offers, patting her on the back and walking off.

As the hours drag on, she just sits in the same place, right the R.V. Her eyes are trained on the very spot that Shane says Glenn should appear in. When lunch was served, she refused to eat anything. And when water was offered to her by Lori, she refused that too. Merle happily took her servings, making a point to enjoy what was supposed to be hers. She disagreed with the way Merle was going about it, but she did agree that she shouldn’t take anything else until she gives back. These people have been together since the start of it all two weeks ago. They found each other and learned to work together to survive. She was a stranger. Someone who wasn’t a part of the group, who was just luckily brought in.

While she was in her head, she almost missed the blue baseball cap that was coming up over the hill. Halting in her thoughts, she stands up and begins to jog over to where Glenn was approaching.

“It’s good to see you awake” he calls out, shrugging off two full bags of stuff onto Shane's car.

Instead of responding, she starts to run a bit faster until she's right next to him. She then throws her hands over Glenn’s frame, hugging him tight to her body.

“I didn’t know where you were,” she whispers, grasping at the back of neck.

“I’m here. I had to go out and replace what they used to help you, I couldn’t let you die”.

“Thank you”.

Peeling herself off of him, she pats him on the back before turning over to Shane. Shane starts to shuffle through the bags, looking a bit surprised with what Glenn brought back.

“You brought a lot more than I asked. A lot of food too, how the hell did you find all this?”

“I know my way around the city, I wanted to also show my thanks for you guys helping her and taking us in,” Glenn explains before digging into his back pockets and holding something out to her, “I found this too. It isn’t yours, but I thought I’d replace it since it kind of got exploded”.

Holding her hands out, she takes the electronic device that he was holding out to her. It was a light blue walkman, it looked almost identical to the one she had before people started eating each other. Even though it was a simple gesture, it meant a lot to her. The old walkman she had was one of the only things she had ever gotten for herself. Most of her money went towards taking care of her family, she never spent any of it on herself. However, there was this one day. She just turned 18, and she had just graduated high school. She was at the pizza parlor working a double. It was just a normal day. Glenn was trying to convince her to spend a little money on herself, trying to hand her his tips for the day, telling her to buy something nice. She wouldn’t take the money though. On their way home that day, Glenn and her had parted ways. She was exhausted and she just wanted to go home and fall asleep. But something in one of the windows in the small shopping center caught her eye.

It was a simple vintage shop, and inside it was a bunch of old fashioned items. For some reason, she felt drawn to it, especially the tiny cassette tape labeled Purple Rain that sat on top of a bin that was filled with cassette tapes. Walking in, she picked up the tape, letting her fingers roll softly over the circles that contained the tape. It wasn’t that expensive, she reasoned, so she walked up to the counter to buy it. She would bring it to work and show Glenn, keeping her promise that she would buy herself something (even though that promise was made just to make him shut up about it).

As the cashier rang her up, they asked if she had a device to play the tape. Shaking her head, she said she just could afford the tape, that it would just be a nice trinket to have. To her surprise however, the lady pulled out a blue walkman.

“I’m sorry I can’t afford that. I’ll just take the cassette” she explains, raising her voice just a bit, thinking the cashier didn’t hear her the first time.

“I know what you said, but you’re the girl at City’s Pizza right? I see you there all the time, for the past three years. You always walk by this shop after work and stop and look around right? All your money goes to your family, at least that’s what Donnie, Brandon’s son says”.

“That’s not really your business” she whispers, holding the three dollars and 21 cents that she owed.

It wasn’t a secret. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that it was her job to raise her siblings and take care of her mom. At first only the people who were around her all the time knew about her predicament. But when she got caught buying coke for her mom, and got arrested, it seemed that everyone knew when she had gotten out.

Glenn was the one who bailed her, luckily getting the officer who caught her in the act to understand why she was doing it. The whole drive home from the station was silent. It was only when they arrived at her house did Glenn speak up, and felt like she just had to tell him it all.

“I know, I know. Sorry, just please take it, no ones gonna buy it anyway, it’s not gonna be missed” the cashier calls out breaking her from her train of thought.

Cautiously she grabs the blue walkman and cassette tape, trading her money for the objects.

“Thank you” she whispers, staring at the small device in her hands.

On her way home that day, she played the tape she had bought, and instantly fell in love. It was hers, the only thing she ever had all to herself, and she cherished it. The fact that Glenn remembered, made her heart swell up. She never thought she could make friends, never really had the time for it, but Glenn was always there. He was family.

“Glenn its beautiful, are you sure?”

“Of course, got it just for you” he smiles, patting her on the back.

Just in time to ruin the moment, Merle comes stumbling through the camp out to where she was standing with Shane and Glenn.

“Great, he’s back. Now can we discuss what princess is gonna do here to help out, or are we gonna boot her like we should”.

“Quiet down, you see all this shit Merle, it’s more than you’ve ever brought in. So quit your whinin and leave her be” Shane calls out, hitting the truck of his car to make a point.

“Nah. You may be the leader here, but you ain’t gonna talk to me like that. Y’all eat fresh meat because of me and my baby brother, so you ain’t got any argument there. Little lady needs to push her weight. You said we wait till he’s back, well he is, so let's discuss” Merle shouts, spitting on the ground and walking closer.

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with” she says to Shane, nodding her head towards him.

“Okay. Okay. So you wanna talk about pulling weight. There’s a clothes shop in Atlanta on the map we haven’t explored yet. Last time we heard, Atlanta was bombed and swarmed, but it’s been silent. We’re running out of cloth and there's grocery stores nearby we could loot for more food. I want a team out there early in the morning” Shane explains pulling out a map and walking over to the hood of his car.

Laying out the map for everyone to see. He points to the areas around the heart of Atlanta.

“What do you say? You alright to go. You won’t be by yourself, it’ll be a big chunk of us that go”

“Yeah, I got it” she agrees.

“Okay, so lets talk numbers. Merle you’re going with, Glenn if you want you got a spot too” Shane starts nodding towards the black haired man.

“Who else will be going with us?” Glenn asks, turning around to look at the rest of the group that was roaming around the camp grounds.

“Lori and Carol aren’t going, they’re needed here. Ed should stay too, he’d probably just get violent. T-Dog probably wouldn’t be opposed we can ask him. Andrea has been itchin to get her hand on a gun and go out there, so she’ll agree. Anyone else?”

“I’ll go too” the woman who was introduced a while back as Jacqui answers, walking towards the small meeting.

“Alright, so we got our team. You all will head out right before sunrise. You’ll make it to the city in the mornin and you’ll be expected to head back two hours before the sunsets, that way you get out of there right when it gets dark out. Any questions?” Shane asks, leaning against the hood of the car.

“Nope. Glad little lady is gonna be there with me” Merle barks walking away.

“Don’t worry about him. You’ll be surrounded by people, he isn’t going to touch you” Jacqui offers, hands being put on the girls shoulders.

“I’m not worried. Just happy he doesn’t have an excuse to steal my food anymore” she mutters.

The rest of the evening goes by smoothly. Glenn and her claim a small piece of land where they set up sleeping bags. When dinner rolls by she finally gets to eat, though Merle is watching her like a hawk. After she finishes her bowl, she heads back towards her sleeping bag, settling in for the night.

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[sleepywriter84]

Sorry for the hiatus y’all. At first I was busy preparing for Hurricane Ian, then I lost my internet up until yesterday. Expect a lot of new stuff coming out in the next couple days. I also want to do writing prompts everyday in October so I have a lot to catch up with. I’m thinking of trying to get 2-3 chapters of my Walking Dead story out tomorrow. Sorry for the wait!

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From the Beginning Part 3

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter 3: Introductions

Word Count: 1774

Previous Chapter: https://at.tumblr.com/sleepywriter84/from-the-beginning/hn9qz815xnup

Authors Note: Is an age gap okay with everyone between the reader and Daryl. I'm planning on making Daryl either 28 or 29 and the reader 20. Is everyone okay with that? Or do you want me to change the age gap between them to like 4 to 5 years instead of 8 to 9 years?

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Crickets. As she regains consciousness, the first thing she hears is the busy chirping of crickets. Slowly, she opens her eyes to take in her surroundings. Her head is pounding, and she has to squint her eyes to alleviate some of the pain. 

She is lying on a bed, the windows around her looking out into nothing but a dark green field. Judging by the light, she comes to the conclusion that the sun just set, some of the afterglow of the sunset still lingering behind. When she takes her attention away from the window, she looks deeper into the room she is in. To her right, she sees a door. It looks old and a bit rusted. If she looked straight ahead from where she laid, she could see a dark hallway. Where it led or how deep it was, she had no clue. 

Pulling herself up, she throws her feet off of the bed. Reaching up to her head, she notices a soft bandage is wrapped along it. Grunting, she stumbles towards the door she saw earlier. She had no clue where it went, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to know where she was. 

Placing her hands on the doorknob, she steadies herself before pushing it open. She was expecting to see a horde of those things that had attacked Atlanta earlier, to maybe see her siblings and her mom all torn up like they were back at her apartment, but instead she was meant face to face with a group of “normal” looking people. 

“Ah so you’re awake?” one of them asks, rubbing at his stubble. 

Looking around, she notices 16 pairs of eyes on her, awaiting her response. 

“I guess,” she mumbles. 

The man from earlier with the stubble stands up from his spot on the ground, putting down the bowl that he was holding, and starts to march over to her. Standing her ground, the girl doesn’t move a bit, her arms crossed, and her eyebrows knitted in confusion. 

The man comes to about three feet in front of her before he offers her his hand. 

“The names Shane. Me and my friend over there,” he points to a black man with short hair, “found you and your buddy Glenn out in the woods about a week ago. Said you hit your head pretty hard escaping the city, you remember any of that?” 

Taking his hand, she gives him a firm shake while trying to wrap her brain around what he had just said. So everything was real. Mr. Lich being attacked was real. Her being attacked and saved by Glenn was real. The panic the city was in was real. And her family's death, that was real too. 

“Yeah, I remember. Was hoping it was all a dream though”.

“Don’t we all. Everyone here found each other luckily, saved each other from those damn monsters. It was a nightmare. We were lucky enough to find this semi-sanctuary. You were lucky enough that we found you guys”. 

“You said you found me with Glenn, where is he?” she questions, looking at each new face, not finding him in the crowd. 

“He’s on a supply run right now. Earning y’alls keep. You took quite a bit of our medicine, that cut on yer head was pretty nasty. He’s just out replacing what we lost” Shane answers, fumbling with the belt of his pants. 

“Is he by himself?”

“He is, but he’ll be fine, princess. He said he knew his way around. We gave him a gun too. You don’t have to worry, though I probably would have sent him out two days ago if I knew you were gonna wake up this fast”. 

Worry overcame her as she thought of her friend out there all alone, and all because of her. She couldn’t help but feel useless. As if noticing her worries, Shane places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. 

“Look there ain’t no time to think about all that could go wrong. You’ve been out for a week now here, and according to your friend, you were in and out the whole two weeks you two were in the woods by yourselves. You’re probably exhausted and hungry. Come sit down, and I’ll introduce you to everyone, keep your mind off things, alright?”

Nodding her head, she follows Shane over to where the other people were, all sat in a line in front of a fire. As she got closer she noticed that the food that Shane had been eating earlier seemed to be some sort of stew. Her suspicions are answered when he pours her a bowl and hands it to her. Taking a seat beside a young boy, she begins to eat while she listens to what Shane has to say. 

“So this is our little group from what you’ve seen. Let's start with introductions. I’m Shane, I used to be an officer. That little boy you’re sitting next to that’s Carl, Lori’s kid. She’s the lady with brown hair next to me and him. Next, we got Morales and his kids and wife. They’re over there near the camper you came out of. Now, to the right of me, you got Ed and his wife Carol and their kid Sophia. You see that old man next to ‘em, that’s Dale. The place you been sleepin for the past week, that's his RV. Beside him are Andrea and Amy, they’re sisters. Beside ‘em are Jim and Jacqui. And at the very end there, that’s Merle and his brother Daryl. Now what about you little lady, who’re you?” Shane finishes with introductions and points towards the girl who was a complete stranger to his group. 

“My name is [Y/N]” she responds, sinking further into her stew, not liking the attention on her. 

“That’s all you’ve got for us. We feed you and take you in, and that's all you got, bitch” the one who was introduced as Merle bellows, crossing his arms. 

“Now, we ain’t here to interrogate you. So don’t mind him, he’s got a big mouth. But you see, we’ve all been together for the past 3 weeks. We don’t know you like we know each other. It would be nice if we did though. You do anything before this? You go to college? We don’t got to know everything, but a nice base, that would do well don’t you think?” Shane reasons, holding a hand up to Merle to silence him. 

“No school, I graduated high school 2 years ago, that was it for me. I worked at a pizza parlor, that’s where I was when this all went down. Just doing my job and then one of those things tried to get me. Glenn got to me though before that fucker could put his jaws in my shoulder though”. 

“You were attacked? How big was the monster?” the little boy besides her questions, leaning into his mom. 

“Carl that’s not a question you ask. Sorry, don’t mind him, still doesn’t really understand,” Lori, Carl’s mom answers. 

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I think it was like 6 foot, I don’t know. I just know that I was loosing my grip and wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Glenn”. 

“So the whore is strong then. Damn might need to get me a piece of her then,” Merle barks out, slapping his brother, Daryl on the back. 

“Like I said, don’t mind him. He’s crude, but he ain’t wrong. You were able to wrestle a big in all by yourself for a bit?” Shane asks, looking intently at the girl. 

“Yeah, but I mean it’s nothing. I had twin siblings so I got used to hauling weight around” she answers, biting her lip at the mention of her family. 

“And where are they now?” the little girl, Sophia asks. 

Swallowing, the woman speaks out, “Not here”. 

After that the quarry falls into an awkward silence, no one wanting to talk anymore. Everyone finishes their food and heads off to their respective campsites. Shane tells her that she can stay in the RV until Glenn gets back, and then heads off to wherever Lori and Carl went. Now she was all alone at the campfire except for the two brothers she was introduced to earlier. 

“How old are you?” Merle asks, from across the camp, his voice not subtle at all. 

“20” she simply replies, trying to finish the bowl of food she had so she could just leave and go back asleep. 

“20, damn you’re young. Ya like older men?” Merle barks out, snickering to himself and nudging his brother again. 

She ignores him while she tries to finish her food faster. 

Scoffing, Merle stands up and begins to walk over to the girl.

“C’mon Merle, leave er alone” Daryl calls out, standing up ready to intervene if he had to. 

“Here’s a lesson baby brother, if a bitch won’t listen, make her” Merle calls out, stopping right in front of the girl and kicking her bowl onto the ground. He then rubs his boot into the spoiled stew just to make sure nothing is salvageable. 

“So let me get this right. We all save yer ass, let ya in ‘ere and you can’t even play nice. Gonna ignore me, you and the Asian kid together then? Being a loyal whore, is that what you’re playing at?” Merle asks, staring down at the girl. 

Scooting back, she stands up, coming face to face to Merle. Up close she can smell the alcohol on his breath, can see his beady eyes that are dilated, can see how he tries to appear bigger to be more intimidating. 

“First off, he’s Korean. Second off, he’s just my friend, and he’s all I got left so back off. I ain’t interested in you, so just leave me alone. I’ll be happy to pull my weight around here if that’s what you’re worried about, but I’m definitely not going to sleep my way into here, especially not with you” she exclaims, walking past him and towards the RV. 

Merle lets out a quick breath of air before scoffing and kicking the food he had ruined earlier. Daryl watches as his big brother has a tantrum over being rejected by the new girl. As she lays her hand on the door knob, Daryl has no clue why he calls out to her, but he does. 

“Just ignore ‘im. He’s just like that, he won’t touch ya, it’s all talk”. 

Turning her head, she nods toward Daryl before throwing the door open and walking back into the dark RV. 

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[sleepywriter84]

From the Beginning

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter 2: Everything’s Wrong

Word Count: 2722

Authors Note: This chapter is in the third person and I rewrote a bit of the last chapter in here to make the story flow more. 

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Frozen. She was frozen. Hand locked on the brass doorknob, she stood there. Panic surrounded her. The cars on the street were lined up as far as she could see. It was unmoving, and the periodic honking of the cars was all she could hear. 

There she was, outside of room 152, here to deliver a pizza to Mr. Lich, a regular who would always order the same thing, on the same day, and at the same time. It was routine. Get the order at 6:30, leave the parlor at 7:30, and deliver the pizza at 7:55. Mr. Lich’s windows were always drawn tight, and his door was always locked. The streets were barely filled. It was all routine. 

Yet everything was different. When she had arrived at his door, had made the trek over from the isolated shopping mall, and had let her feet carry her to the second floor of the building that was modeled like a motel, nothing should have thrown her off. It all should have been normal. But from the moment she had turned that corner, she had realized it wasn’t. 

His window was broken, his door slightly cracked, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She wanted to run, to get back to her own apartment, to check on her mom and younger siblings, but her feet just wouldn’t move. 

The pizza was long forgotten, had fallen from her shaky hands the moment she realized that something truly bad was occurring. Slowly, she takes a step forwards, whispering to the door. 

“Mr. Lich?”

No answer. 

“Mr. Lich?” she whispers a bit louder, taking another step towards the door.

Still no response. 

Gathering the last bit of her wit that she had, she took a deep breath, pushing the door a bit more so it would open just enough for her to fit her body within it. Peeking her head around the corner, she takes in the rough shape of the apartment. Books and pens were scattered among the floor, probably pushed off of the coffee table that was a bit off-center. Letting her eyes travel, she follows the mess to the couch that was also slightly pushed out of its place. 

Closing her eyes, she musters up the courage to take a deep breath, and finish her investigation. Everything pointed to trouble, everything alluded to some type of struggle. And everything led right to the broken window. 

Mr. Lich was old, he had health problems, so maybe he had struggled because of that. Maybe he had made his way to the window, hoping some fresh air would help him, but had collapsed on his way there. Maybe he yanked on his curtains so hard the rod was what fell down and broke the window. Maybe one of the neighbors heard the ruckus and had barged through the door, forcing it open to check up on him. 

Exhaling, she opens her eyes, face to face with the window. Letting her gaze fall from the broken glass, the setting sun cascading down to illuminate the room, she stares at what’s under the window. The tiny shards of glass look as if the ground was covered in sparkles, and laying on top of it was Mr.Lich himself, however he wasn’t alone. 

Mr.Lich was laying on his back, right under the window. Kneeling beside him was another man that she did not recognize. The stranger had its head bowed, having it settled on Mr.Lich’s stomach. Calling out to them, she gets no answer, it is then that she sees the faint red puddle that is leaking from Mr.Lich himself. 

Grasping the door frame, she pushes her body further into the room, calling out to the pair once again. 

The stranger, hearing her, slowly raises his head, tilting it before looking at her. Her breath hitches at the single movement. Whoever this stranger was, whatever he was, he wasn’t human. Having moved his head, she now saw why there was red under Mr.Lich. His stomach was torn into bright red chunks of meat flailing out of his middle. The stranger that she thought was helping him, had bright red running down his face, pieces of meat hanging off of his chin. He was eating Mr.Lich. 

Slowly, she begins to walk backwards, her balance unsteady. Making it out of the room, she starts to turn around, but the face of the cannibal peaks out of the room, causing her to yelp. Trying to quicken her movements, her feet catch on each other, causing her to fall face first onto the metal floor. Barely reacting in time, she catches herself with her hands, pushing herself up and turning her body to the stranger. 

Whatever he was, he was lunging towards her, his teeth clattering together. Not having enough time to get off of the ground, the man collapses on top of her. Putting her hands out, she holds his shoulders, trying to keep him from sinking his teeth into her shoulder. Struggling, strangled cries for help fall from her quivering lips, tears freeing themselves from her [e/c] eyes. 

As her arms grow sore, her grip on his shoulders falters, and just as the man is about to take a bite out of her, just as she was about to suffer the same fate as Mr.Lich, the weight of the man was knocked off of her. 

Gasping, she quickly pushes herself up, using the railing beside her as leverage. Turning \herhead, she makes eye contact with her savior. With his short black hair a bit unruly tucked into a baseball cap, the thin man that had saved her was bashing the thing that had just tried to kill her in the head with a baseball hat. 

“You okay?” he shouts, after killing the guy. 

“Yeah, I’m good. What are you doing here?” she asks, slightly out of breath. 

“I live here, [Y/N],” he responds looking over at the young girl, “Remember?”

“That’s right. Sorry Glenn, everything’s all jumbled right now. Like, what the hell is that thing” she points at the dead man lying beside Glenns foot. 

“Hell if I know. After work let me out early, I came back here, fell asleep. Then, the emergency broadcast system goes off, saying to stay inside. I turn to the news, and saw that there’s geeks everywhere. They filmed one gettin taken down, head seems like their weak spot” Glenn explains himself, holding up his bat. 

“I heard the honking, but you’re the first person around here to scream. I didn’t even know that they were here”.

“Thanks for your help, but I gotta get going. Whatever these things are, they could be at home, where Tyler and Lily are, I need to get to them” she begins, walking past Glenn and rushing down the metal stairs. 

“Here, I’ll come with”. 

“You don’t have to”. 

“I know, but I’ll feel like shit if anything happens to you”. 

Nodding to the man, the two began to sprint down the street. It was about a 30 minute walk from Mr.Lich’s apartment to [Y/N’s]. It was an old brick building, probably 10 stories, and the rooms within it weren’t that big. But it was affordable, and that was all that mattered to her. As long as her family had a roof above their head, that’s all she cared about. As long as she could pay rent and provide for her siblings, it didn’t matter where she lived. 

After a while of running, the streets began to get busier. The Atlanta sun was starting to fade away, leaving nothing but porch lights to lead the way. The more time seemed to fade, the more the threat grew. People were starting to run out of their houses, tripping over each other. Some would run to the street, others would run to the woods. During their trek, the ground suddenly came to life, shaking the entire street. They heard people shout that the hospital was just bombed. 

Willing her feet to move faster, she finally arrived at her apartment complex. People were rushing out, shoving each other to the ground, screaming and crying. As the woman barges into the building, Glenn grips her shoulders. 

“What?” she barks at him, turning her head frantically to look at his worried face. 

“Just, let’s be careful. We gotta get out of here fast, it isn’t safe”. 

Nodding her head, she continues to race to her apartment. Rushing up the stairs, she finally reaches floor 6 of the building, making it to her small abode. Quickly, she fumbles with her keys until the door opens. 

“Lily, Tyler, Mom?” She shouts, checking all three rooms. 

“They here?” Glenn whispers from the door, standing guard. 

“No, no. Our room, my mom’s room, the living room. It’s empty” she panics, slamming open the bathroom door to check there as well. 

“Maybe they left, got out when they heard about it all?” Glenn reasons. 

“She wouldn’t do that. She’d save her ass, and only her ass. They were never her problem” she mutters, walking back into her mothers room. 

“Well, is there any way to check? To know she left?” 

Taking a deep breath, [Y/N] shouts back to Glenn, “Yeah, yeah there is”. 

First, she puts her hand in her mom’s pillowcase, feeling around for the familiar paper material. It was gone. Next, she throws open her nightstand draws, looking for the familiar bags; they are gone too. Her lighter and spoon as well. It was all gone. Slamming the draw shut, she shouts in frustration before marching out of the room. Going to her room which she shared with her siblings, she grabs the picture frame that was on her nightstand. Delicately she undoes the clasps and pulls the photo out of the frame before rushing back to Glenn. 

“Any luck?”

“She got out. Didn’t take anything except her goddamn drugs and maybe my siblings, but she ain’t here” she says, looking down the hall. 

“Have any clue where they would go?” 

“No, I just gotta look for them. I got this photo though, maybe someone saw where they went”. 

Just as she was about to turn down the hallway to check it more, the same earthquake that happened early occurred again. This time the sound was deafening, and the ground shook even more violently. Losing her balance, she falls to the ground, her arm reaching out to Glenn to steady herself. 

“What the hell was that?” he shouted, his free hand helping pull [Y/N] up. 

“I don’t know” she whispers, dread now filling her stomach. Her head felt hot and she had no clue what to think. 

That’s when they heard the screaming. Doors everywhere slammed open, and the sound of frantic feet started to fill the stairwells. As the two stood in front of [Y/N’s] apartment, they heard people shouting that they started to bomb the outside of the city now. 

She was frozen. She felt like her lungs were impaled, she didn’t know how to breathe. Frantically she starts to grip at her throat. What the hell was happening? Why the hell was this happening? Where was her family? Her twin siblings, who just turned 4 several weeks ago, where were they? 

Fingers snapping in her face brings her out of her spiral as she stares up at Glenn. 

“[Y/N]. We’ve, we’ve got to go. They’re bombing the buildings outside the city, they’re gonna bomb this one. We got to go. [L/N] we got to go now!” Glenn shouts, gripping onto her shoulders and shoving her down the stairs. 

His grip around her shoulders never faltered, even with everyone who was trying to leave shoving against them. He carefully guides her, ushering her out of the building. She was lost. She had no clue what was happening. She had no clue what to do. She was even amazed that her body allowed her to move at all. 

On their way down, new screams filled the halls. The sounds of groans and tearing flesh echoing all around them. Whatever attacked Mr.Lich, attacked her, they were everywhere now. People were falling down, getting dragged and trampled. People were panicking. Not only was the building going to blow, but the “geeks” as Glenn called them were starting to appear more and more frequently. 

As Glenn and [Y/N] reach the bottom floor, turning into the lobby, [Y/N] properly freezes this time. White knuckles grip the metal bars. People continue to flow down the stairs, shoving her down to the point she’s kneeling on the last stair. They were so close. So close to escaping, to leaving the building and getting out of the bombs way. But what she saw when she turned the corner, it wouldn’t let her move. 

Glenn didn’t know what to do. His grip was still on her shoulders, and he was right behind her. But she had just frozen all of a sudden. No matter how much he tried to pick her up, pulled at her shoulder, begged her to get up, she just wouldn’t move. The people who were moving down the stairs kept shoving against him, making him lose his balance, but he stood strong. If he let go, if he moved out of their way, [Y/N] would get trampled even more, and he didn’t want that to happen to her. It was already bad enough that the people on the right side of the staircase were stepping all over her, he didn’t want her to get trampled to death. 

“[L/N] we got to go, c’mon get up” he begged frantically, but it didn’t work. 

Noticing that her head was angled towards the receptionist desk, he followed her gaze, hoping that the answer was right there, the reason why she completely stopped in her tracks; and it was. 

Tears brimmed in his eyes. [Y/N] had been right that her mom got out, and he had been right that her siblings had made it as well. However, the reality of those two situations wasn't desirable. 

Right in front of the black receptionist desk, was [Y/N’s] mom and her two siblings. Her mom was sitting against the wall, lifeless brown eyes staring right up at her daughter that was stuck on the stairs. On either side of her were [Y/N’s] siblings. The once bubbly four-year-olds, who thought of the woman on the stairs in front of Glenn as their own mother, were digging their tiny faces into the breasts of their actual mother. Blood and meat dripped down their sunken cheeks, staining their pajamas. Tiny hands dug into the stomach of their mom, pulling out intestine after intestine shoving it in their small mouths every time they would pull away from the person they were feasting on. 

Glenn didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew that they couldn’t stay there. The ground was shaking more violently now, there didn’t even seem like a break in the explosions. It was just constant now. One right after the other. 

Letting go of [Y/N’s] shoulders he grips under her armpits, pulling her up to her feet. He then pushes her and keeps pushing her until her feet comply with the pressure he is putting on them. 

“I can’t. I can’t leave em” she whispers, gripping onto one of Glenn’s hands. Somewhere on their journey down, he had lost the bat. 

Leaning into her ear, he tells her to move, that they can’t do anything. That they have to leave. 

Slowly her body allows her to move, Glenn shoving her ahead of him. He couldn’t let her die, he just couldn’t. 

As the hot summer air hits both of their faces, instinct kicks in and the two race towards the woods behind the apartment complex, trying to get out of the way of the bombs that were coming. Glenn rushes in front of [Y/N] frantically yelling at her to follow him. Just as her feet hit the plush green ground of the woods, the first bomb goes off. The force of the explosion causes her to launch forward. Glenn is trying to race back to her, but before he gets to her, everything goes black.

...

Authors Note: One more chapter till we meet Daryl. Also for future chapters, would you guys like to see the story that doesn’t involve Daryl? For example, [Y/N] is going to be on the supply-run team that brings Rick back to the Quarry where he reunites with his family. Would you like that written out, or would you just like it briefly mentioned and the story solemnly focusing on Daryl and [Y/N’s] relationship developing?

#the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #twd glenn #glenn #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #glenn rhee #daryl imagines

[sleepywriter84]

Sorry About That

So, it’s been quite a while since I have written anything on here, sorry about that. I’ve been meaning to get to some requests that have been sent to me, and have been meaning to update some of my current works on here, but for a while, I had lost that motivation. But I’m back now, and hopefully will write a lot more on here. 

I wanted to come on here saying that I’m back and can’t wait to write some one-shots and maybe even some longer projects. I realized how much I miss writing and how much I enjoyed it, especially creative writing. 

Currently, I have more free time than I know what to do, so I plan to use that time to focus on here and write again. I haven’t written anything in about 6 months, so I might be a bit rusty, but I’m sure with some practice, I’ll be back at it again.

So, let’s talk about what I’ll be writing. I don’t think I have posted anything on here since like 2021, which is crazy to think about, but during the past year, my interests have changed. So I will be posting a list (probably down below) of who I’ll write for, and feel free to send requests (I promise I actually get around to some of them this time). 

Already in the works for this page is a slowburn Daryl Dixon x reader fanfic that I have been thinking about writing for a while now. The reader will be somewhat of an OC but I’ll try to leave the description of their appearance vague and I will use y/n for their name. The reader will probably be female as well. What I plan to do is to follow the plot of The Walking Dead right from the start of the show, and have my story take place on that timeline. Details will probably be switched around and the dialogue probably won’t be 100% accurate, but it will follow the plot and follow loosely the already set dialogue in the show. This fanfic will be a slowburn and will focus more on the natural build of a relationship in the apocalypse. There will also be no NSFW scenes as I don’t feel comfortable writing them. So far I have the first chapter written. I wrote it in the first person but the rest of the story I think will be in the third person. I got 1000 words into the first chapter and realized I didn’t like the story being told in the first person, so sorry about the point of view being different for the first chapter. I will probably upload the first chapter today (I’ll link it below).

I also have a Karlnap story I started to write based off of the song Gooey by Glass Animals, and really want to finish (platonic). So I’ll try to have that in the works as well (I’ll link it below).

Thank you so much for taking the time to read all this, and thank you for being patient with me. 

What I’ll write: 

https://www.tumblr.com/sleepywriter84/695309287447248896/updated-version-for-requests?source=share

Daryl x Reader (From the Beginning) :

https://www.tumblr.com/sleepywriter84/695309906835914752/from-the-beginning?source=share

Karlnap (A Song Fic Inspired by Gooey by Glass Animals): 

https://www.tumblr.com/sleepywriter84/647696453974867968/gooey-glass-animals?source=share

#Glass Animals #imagine #daryl dixon x reader #karlnap #karl jacobs #sapnap #karlnap fanfic #daryl dixon #the walking dead #requests

[sleepywriter84]

From the Beginning

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter 1: The Start of it All

Word Count: 1558

Authors Note: This is the first chapter of a project I intend to work on. Basically, this fanfic will follow the plot and storyline of The Walking Dead. The dialogue may not be completely accurate when compared to the show, but I do intend to steer the fic in the same direction the show takes. Some details may be switched. This first chapter is in the first person, but I will most likely write the rest of the story in the third person (I don’t like writing in the first person lmao but I didn’t realize that till I finished the whole chapter).

Quiet. It was never this quiet on a Thursday night. Scrubbing down the counters for the tenth time that night, I looked around the empty establishment. Thursday nights were usually pretty steady, with at least one order being made every two to three hours, but tonight not a single person has come into the parlor or called to place an order. It was oddly eerie. 

Looking to my right, I catch the eye of one of my coworkers sitting on top of the counter where the cash register is. Rolling my eyes, I continue to scrub the clean tables that littered the parlor.

“Who are you rolling your eyes at toots?” the coworker jokes, kicking his feet against the wood.

“Nothing, just you sitting there, not working.”

“Not working. What’s there to work on? You’ve been scrubbin the same goddamn platforms for the past 6 hours, there ain’t nothing to do. Doesn’t look like we have a line out there does it?” 

“Doesn’t mean you can be lazy Jamie” I jab, earning a playful scoff from the man.

“You know, she’s right. Just sitting there. You gonna let the kid show you up, a grown ass man” the manager speaks up, walking out of the backroom. 

“Oh don’t give me that shit, we all know you’ve been taking a fat nap in your office back there. It’s not my fault that I got the damn graveyard shift, Brandon” Jamie remarks, kicking the wood of the counter he was sitting on a bit harder. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just be glad you’re not busting your tail, and I ain’t getting on your ass. At least I got one hard worker, the place definitely needed the deep cleaning.”

Rolling up my sleeves, I walk over to the two men who are talking, placing the rag next to Jamie, and leaning against the register. 

“I wonder why it’s so quiet though? It doesn’t make sense for a Thursday night, it really don’t” I remark, picking at the seams of my long sleeved shirt.

“I don’t know. I just know that Glenn and Mark had to go home, and I’m just happy they did. We definitely don’t have the business for that much labor, though I probably should have sent you home instead of Glenn. Who knows how much cleaning we could have gotten done then” Brandon nods towards Jamie. 

“I just want something to do, last hour I cleaned everything, even the ovens, and we all know that those things don’t mix with me well.”

“Well you’d be in luck. I didn’t come out here to just pick on Jamie here, we finally got an order. Scheduled for 8 tonight, so in an hour or so. It’s Mr.Lich, his usual order for Thursday nights. Which one of ya wants to run it?” 

“I can, would be nice to go outside, see why it's so dead around here” I volunteer, stretching. 

“Kay, its settled then. Leave no later than 7:50, that way the old man is happy for some early pizza” Brandon states, waving us off and walking back to his office.

The hour goes by slowly, dragging on. I end up scrubbing everything down three more times, and then one more after Jamie made the pizza. Getting my bag, I slot the pizza into it, waving Jamie off and yelling a quick goodbye to Brandon. 

Stepping outside, I look around. Everything was empty. Not a single person outside. It was strange. The Georgia sun was just starting to set and the shadows cast down on the streets looked so strange. Walking down the road, all I could hear was my footsteps. However, as I got closer to the road that led out of the tiny shopping plaza, the sudden blaring of horns caught my attention. Turning the corner, I’m surprised with what I saw. 

A whole line of cars stretching from all the way down the street to wherever it ended up ahead was blockading traffic. Not a single person was moving, yet it seemed that everyone wanted to get out. Honk after honk echoed through the street. Confused, I look around seeing if I can figure out why everyone was leaving. However, there was nobody on the street, and all the nearby businesses had signs up that said “Sorry We’re Closed”. 

Picking up my pace, I walk further down the street towards my destination, my grip on the pizza tightening. I glanced to my side at the backup traffic, and watched as people honked their cars in what looked like panic. 

What the hell was going on. 

If an emergency occurred shouldn’t there be a message on my phone saying so. The radio in the pizza parlor was broken, so if it was broadcast none of us would know. But the news would have had to reach us eventually. The pizza parlor was isolated a bit from the public, not being on a busy street, and being in a more isolated shopping center that most people would have to walk to reach. But surely, if something was wrong, one of us in that building would know. 

Starting to sprint, I decide to just get to my location and head back as fast as I can. Bring it up to Brandon and Jamie, and ask if they knew anything about it. I had left my phone back at the parlor, so I couldn’t check it. 

Slowing down, I take in the beaten down building, and take a deep breath before walking up the creaky metal steps. The apartment building was sort of in the style of a motel, it probably was one before the city decided it needed more permanent housing. 

Walking up to the second floor, I head to room 152. Mr. Lich always ordered pizza on Thursday night, set to be delivered at 8 pm. However, if you got there at least 5 minutes early, the tip you got was pretty wealthy. He was a small old man, who didn’t really speak much and had a big bald spot in the center of his scalp. He always had his door locked and windows drawn tight, he wasn’t much of a people person. 

So, when I arrived at his door and saw it cracked open and his windows shattered, I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Calling out, I wait for an answer. He didn’t reply. 

“Mr. Lich?” I whisper, leaning towards the door, hoping this all was a fluke. 

“Mr. Lich?” I tried again, my knuckles going white with how tight I was gripping the pizza box in my hands. 

I didn’t know what to do. With the panic going on out on the streets, and with the state of Mr. Lich’s apartment, every possible thing that could be going wrong right now ran through my head. 

What if someone got out of the prison a couple miles away. What if a whole bunch of them got out. What if someone really bad was going around murdering people. What if that someone was back at my apartment building. 

With that thought my breath hitched. At home was my mom. At home were my two younger siblings, who had just turned four a couple weeks ago. If whatever caused this panic, if whatever it was was related to the broken in apartment I currently stood outside of, what if it had gone towards my home. Looking behind me, I find the faint outline of the woods surrounding the town. My house was over there, my family could be in danger. 

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think right. All I knew was something bad was happening, and that I needed to get home. I didn’t even realize that I had dropped the pizza, but it fell from my shaky hands with a slight thud. 

Carefully stepping forward, I placed my hands on the apartment door. Slowly, I began to nudge it open. Before I ran home, I had to make sure Mr. Lich was okay. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe nothing bad was happening, and this was just some whole planned scheme. Maybe it all wasn’t real. 

The scraping of the door on the tan hardwood floors distracts me from my thoughts, and I stand right at the entrance. The door was pushed open now, if I were to look up, just a bit, I would be able to see into Mr. Lich’s apartment. Slowly, I move my head up just a bit, to peer into the darkness. 

It was empty, at first. There wasn’t any sign of life, until I moved my gaze over to the broken window. Right underneath the shattered glass, illuminated perfectly by the falling sun, was Mr. Lich, except he wasn’t alone. 

On top of the old man, was another person, at least that’s what it looked like. They were sat beside Mr. Lich, their head bowed towards his chest. Taking a step into the room, I call out. Mr. Lich was old, he had health problems. Maybe he collapsed, broke the window on his way down and someone broke through his door to help him. Hopefully that was it. But as I reach a hand out to the two people, asking them what's wrong, the person on top of Mr. Lich picks his head up. And that's when I notice the blood. 

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #slowburn

[sleepywriter84]

Updated Version for Requests

Authors Note: Feel free to request imagines for any of the following. I will not write NSFW because I do not feel comfortable writing it. I will write x readers, imagines, scenarios, and ships

Who I’ll write for: 

Daryl Dixon (TWD)

All Might (MHA)

Aizawa Shouta (MHA)

Armin Arlert (AOT)

Levi Ackerman (AOT)

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Haymitch Abernathy (The Hunger Games)

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer)

Bakugou Katsuki (MHA)

Lyon Vastia (Fairy Tail)

Roy Mustang (FMAB)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Jasper Jordan (The 100)

Viktor (Arcane)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Satoru Fujinuma (Erased)

Andrew Siwicki 

#erased #satoru fujinuma #steve harrington #stranger things #viktor #arcane #jasper jordan #the 100 #bucky barnes #roy mustang #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shouta #all might #my hero academia #mha #armin arlert #levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #giyu tomioka #demon slayer #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games #lyon vastia #fairy tail #leon kennedy

[sleepywriter84]

Gooey- Glass Animals

A Karlnap Fanfic Part 1

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ Mention of overdosing and mental health issues

This fanfic was inspired by the song Gooey by Glass Animals

Unedited

Different.

Running his hand over the worn down leather of what was once his couch, he wonders what was in store for him next.

He never understood why people moved on as quickly as they do. Why everything breaks at the slightest touch.

Now as he stood in the place in which he had used to call home, he wondered when he started to think like them.

Never in his life would he think he would have to leave everything behind. It wasn’t his decision, in fact he would have stayed if he could. In the old home that was breaking down every second. The structure was sound, but it was the memories that ruined it, that caused him pain. He would have endured it as well, if it wasn’t for his doctors persistence, for his therapists refusal to let him stay alone. But that was the problem, he was alone, how would that change by leaving his home?

“Stay with a friend, take care of yourself” is what they had told him. He didn’t want to do that either. He couldn’t remember the last time he had truly interacted with anyone, where he truly felt happy. Working with Mr.Beast had drained him, along with keeping up with his own work as well. He had pushed himself too hard, and now he could barely stand being in the same room with anyone or anything. He would lash out and get angry, the eye bags under his eyes falling straight to the floor. He had pushed himself away from them all, he had isolated himself completely from anyone he used to call his friend, and now he was sure no one would take him in. So why put him through the hassle? Why just remind him of how he hated everything around him?

When he had gotten the call from Nick, that he would take him in, give him a home, that he could live with him and Clay, he had felt sick. No one was willing to help him, he had no one to care for him. So why did he say yes? Nick barely knew him, yet Jimmy said no, and he had known Jimmy for as long as he could remember. Perhaps that’s the problem though, he barely remembered.

“You good?” a voice calls out, worried laced in his tone.

Slowly turning his back, he makes eye contact with the familiar brown eyes of a fellow streamer.

“Nick…” Karl whispers, his eyes watering, “I don’t know”

“That’s alright, we should go though, can’t miss the plane, okay?”

“Plane?”

“Yeah, plane, we gotta go to Florida alright?”

“Why?”

“Karl, I gotta take you home buddy”

“I don’t wanna go, this is my home”

“No, homes in Florida, I promise you, this isn’t it”

“Why?”

“Please, lets just go”

“No”

“Karl, listen, this place isn’t it, you can’t stay”

“Jimmy…”

“Jimmy has work bud”

“I’ll live with Jimmy”

“You can’t”

“Why?”

“He has a family, Karl. He isn’t a bachelor like Clay and I, he has work. Bud, it breaks him to not take care of you, but he just can’t. He’s gonna keep paying you though, he’s gonna take care of you, he just can’t physically”

“So you’re gonna do it. I’m a grown man, I don’t need you. I can take care of myself”

“Stop, lets just go” Nick barks, grabbing at Karl’s wrist.

“No, don’t touch me, I’m fine, leave me alone” Karl cries out, flailing his arm around until he manages to slip out of Nick’s firm yet gentle grip. Falling to the ground, a bottle of pills falls from his jacket.

“You’re fine” Nick scoffs, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Kneeling down he snatches the bottle of painkillers.

“You injure yourself lately?”

“I’m fine”

“You’re fine,” Nick whispers, unscrewing the cap of pills and seeing that it was almost empty, “Then tell me why this bottle is almost empty. You got it what, a week ago when we went to walmart to feed you because you were starving yourself, huh?” Nick shouts.

“Stop, I don’t…”

“No, you stop. I don’t, what? I don’t have to care about you. You’re fine, yeah you’re definitely fine because people who are fine isolate themselves from everyone. People who are fine down bottles of pills in a one week span. People who are fine end up overdosed in their bed on the day they were supposed to attend a meeting with their therapist, and were supposed to film a video for work. People who are fine, people like you have everything figured out, don’t you?” Nick seethes, tears falling down his face.

Looking down towards the ground, Karl covers his face with his sleeves, wiping at his eyes.

“You need help Karl, and this,” Nick aggressively shakes the bottle, “has to change. You’re not dying. I want my Karl back. The one who tried to make everyone laugh at the stupidest of things, the one who was always so happy, so cheerful. Hell, if I can’t get that Karl back, just let me have a healthy one. So stand up, grab your fucking suitcase, and let me take you home. Let me bring you home, please, we’re gonna miss the plane”

Sticking out his hand, he offers it to Karl. A small smile planted on his tear ridden face is all that he can show right now.

Scoffing, Karl slaps his hand away. Standing up on his own, he grabs the bottle out of Nick’s hands, walking over to the front door and quickly yanking his suitcase, strolling right out of what used to be his home.

#karlnap fanfic #karl x sapnap #karl jacobs #sapnap #karlnap #fanfiction #glass animals #song fic

[sleepywriter84]

Are you taking requests for Andrew at the moment please🥺

yes i am! i haven’t been able to write requests right now but please leave them and i’ll do my best to get to them 😊

[sleepywriter84]

Zombie Au:

A Whole New World

Chapter 2: Taunting Smile

Inspired by SOCKS Zombie Au on twitter (their @ is o0oSocko0o https://twitter.com/o0oSocko0o?s=21 you should definitely check them out they’re so talented and amazing)

Sapnap’s Pov:

Cold. As the rain poured from the sky, he shivered. It had been several weeks since the incident. After seeing the burning bodies, he had gone as far away from that neighborhood as possible. He had no clue how long he had driven for, or where he was exactly. All he knew was that the world was in shambles.

A couple days ago his car had broken down. Frustrated he had grabbed all of his supplies and had stormed down the road he had been driving on. Now he was still on the path, letting the road carry him to his destination. He had passed a sign saying he was entering Georgia, so that was a sign that he had gotten somewhere.

He had no clue where he was in Georgia, but he still pushed forwards. The rain beat down furiously, causing his vision to become hazy. As a loud crack of thunder roars from above, he jumps a bit, his shoulders hunching up and then going back down.

It was tiring being all alone. Going along some unknown path in the hopes of coming upon another gas station or building to stay at for a while. It was also tiring not knowing if any of his family was okay. After getting out of his neighborhood, he had gone to any of his relatives places in Texas that he could. But with every stop came disappointment and fear.

Any amount of sleep he was able to get nowadays was always filled with nightmares, the same dream playing in his head every night. Shuddering he tries to push it out of his head, the amount of times the scene would replay tormenting him. It always was the same thing. He was stuck, stuck on something watching everyone being ripped and torn apart by those maniacs.

As the rain comes down even harder, he grunts. Looking around for shelter, he stomps his feet, pausing in his tracks. There was nothing around him to even provide him a tiny bit of peace from the chaotic storm. He was in a field, and everything around him was just grass and wheat.

Deciding he needed a break, he walks over to the edge of the road, sitting down trying to ignore the water soaking even more into his pants. Shimming his backpack off, he rips it open, grabbing a granola bar and shoving it into his mouth. Angrily chewing, he stares off into the field of wheat.

‘If only this was like minecraft’ he thought.

After finishing his granola bar, he pulls his knees up and places his head down. As the rain cascades down his back, he tries to focus on his breathing. Everything was too much, it was too stressful, especially all by himself.

He missed his family, he missed his computer, hell he missed his college classes. Now he was abandoned, his family could very well be dead for all he knows.

Balling his hands up, he presses them against his temple, lightly punching himself, trying to make everything go away. As his salty tears mix with the water that fell down upon him, a quick shuffle brings him out of his tantrum.

Quickly looking up, he squinted towards the field that sat in front of him. When nothing happens, he assumes that he was just hearing things. Grunting he stands back up, wiping at his eyes to try and get rid of the wet feeling, which didn’t quite work out like how he wanted it to due to the rain that continuously bombarded him.

Throwing his backpack back over his shoulder, he starts to head back down the road he was treading on earlier. Turning his back to the field, another noise rings out, once again sounding like shuffling. Quickly turning back towards the field, he grips the pistol in his back pocket.

Moving a bit forwards towards the wheat field, his grip on the pistol hardens. Slowly tiptoeing towards the rustling fields, he reaches the start of the wheat, pushing it aside a tiny bit. Looking around in the start of what was a vast field, he cautiously pulls out his gun and points it around. After a close inspection, he concludes nothing is wrong. As he turns back around to head back to the road, the shuffling intensifies. Before he can turn back around towards the field, something grabs him, pulling him down into the wheat.

Struggling on the ground, Sapnap furiously shakes around, trying to get whatever was on him off. Reaching for his pistol that he had dropped in all of the commotion, he grunts as his face is pushed into the ground, the smell of mud filling his senses.

As he continues to reach for the gun, his hand is suddenly pulled back. As his arm is twisted, he screams in pain, trying to get out of the grasp of whatever had him. As the rain clears up, the slight drizzle makes it easier to see. Trying to turn around, he’s able to move his head to look behind him.

“Turn back around” a voice demands. Squinting, Sapnap takes a good look at the man that was on top of him before obeying his orders.

As the person behind him rips off his backpack, he feels them get up and move away. Slowly pushing himself up, Sapnap turns around, kneeling on the ground facing his attacker.

“Dude your stuffs shit” the guy scoffs, before zipping back up the backpack and putting it over his shoulder.

Staring at the man who was in front of him, Sapnap takes in his appearance. He was tall, and he wore a green hoodie that was very dirty. What startled Sapnap was that the man had a mask over his face. The mask was a faded white, spots of dirt and blood speckled here or there. It was attached to him by an elastic band that connected around his head, and the mask seemed to be made out of some sort of hard material. What really terrified Sapnap though was the design on it. It was a simple smiley face, but the more and more he stared at it, the more and more he felt uneasy, as if the mask itself was taunting him.

“Get up!” the man barks, yanking Sapnap up by his arm. Struggling to stand, Sapnap gets thrown around, the man gripping his arm tightly.

“Stand there” the masked man orders, rustling in his pocket for something.

Standing there, Sapnap looks around, trying to figure out which direction he should run in, if he goes towards the road he’ll be out in the open, but he wouldn’t get lost. If he ran through the field, he would be hidden, but he would most likely get caught, and one wrong move would cause him his life.

“I wouldn’t think of running,” the blonde haired masked man hums, taking out some rope from his pockets, “you wouldn’t last a single second no matter where you go” he points out, pointing his gun at Sapnap.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, putting his hand up, not wanting to risk getting shot.

“Because,” the man laughs out, grabbing Sapnaps hands and forcing them together, tying them tightly with his rope, “if I don’t do this shit, I’m gonna get screwed by my group. It’s already bad enough that I don’t finish the supply hunts by myself, I can’t chance fucking up, simple”.

After securing the knot of the rope around Sapnaps wrists, the masked man tugs harshly at the rope, causing Sapnap to stumble forward. Catching himself with his feet, Sapnap glares towards his captor.

“Come on, let's go” the man tells him, yanking the rope forwards.

With Sapnap following behind like cattle, the masked man drags them through the field of wheat. Nervously looking around, Sapnap tries to stay aware of his surroundings. Going through the field was a risky task, especially since getting lost was so easy, and if one of those maniacs came charging through the wheat, he would definitely be dead.

“Why so glum?” the smiley faced person calls out, turning his head to face Sapnap.

“Lets see, you just stole all of my shit, and kidnapped me. I’m sorry I’m not in the best mood. Not to mention you’re going through a damn field, you know how many maniacs could be hiding in here ready to jump us”

“Maniacs?” the masked man wheezes, laughing at the top of his lungs, “You call those things maniacs, what kind of fucking group are you in man, maniacs thats the dumbest name I’ve heard yet. No wonder you were by yourself, I bet you and your group were a bunch of highschool students who struggled in their English class”

“I’m actually alone, I’ve been alone this whole time” Sapnap whispers, lowering his head down. The laughter of the man who was leading him with a rope dies down, and the once joyful man stays silent. As time goes by, Sapnap stumbles along following the smiley faced man, trying to keep up with the pace he was going out. No words spoken between the two, just silence.

In a burst of confidence, Sapnap raises his head, taking a deep breath, he calls out to the blonde haired man, “What do you call them, ya know the dead? You have a better term than maniac since you think mine is stupid?”

In response the man scoffs, a series of giggles falling from his lips, “We just call them death walkers, they’re dead and they walk, pretty self-explanatory.”

“Death walkers, that’s so boring. At least maniacs has a ring to it” Sapnap scoffs,stepping over an ant pile, “And you don’t even know if they’re really dead”

“No I guess not, but when these things don’t have a pulse and can literally be split in half, I would say a lot in a person dies after that. From what I’ve seen these things just want to tear into warm flesh, they crave it ya know. Not like a cannibal, no something worse than that. Maybe they’re just crazy people, but even crazy people can think and have choices, and these things, they don’t think or have choices”

“Well they’re still people” Sapnap mumbles, staring at the blonde haired boy in front of him.

“People?” the masked man snickers, quickly turning around to face the brown haired guy, “Those things aren’t people” he spits before yanking Sapnap by the rope, bringing him closer to him; face to face, or more like face to mask.

“You listen to me, and you listen to me now, those aren’t human”, he snarls, the dull white mask and its smiley face almost touching Sapnap’s face, “Those things will kill you, as fast and as slow as they want. They aren't human, humans have choices, humans can decide for themselves what they want to do. These things don’t give a single shit about who they’re killing, all they want to do is eat. They don’t think, they don’t decide, they’re just drawn by the blood, and then their stomach does the rest for them; drives them to you, a piece of flesh for their enjoyment. If you think those things are people, then I’m so glad you’re gonna be killed by real people then whatever imaginary fantasy you had. You said you’ve been alone this whole time, well any hope of you reuniting with your family should just disappear from your damn brain. I’ve seen it happen, I know what it’s like to wish for something that’ll never happen, and to see them turn and tell you that they still are human, and then see how they don’t hesitate to eat, because that's all they want to do!” he barked.

With glossy eyes, Sapnap stares back at the masked man, the mask covered in dirt and blood with that damned smiling face making his stomach drop.

“You’re gonna kill me aren’t you” he whispers, tears streaming down his face. As the blonde haired man backs away, lowering his head down, Sapnap accepts that he doesn’t have much longer to live.

#dreamwastaken #dream #georgenotfound #sapnap #tubbo #tommyinnit #tommy #wilbur soot #wilbur #minecraft youtubers #minecraft #survival #zombie apocolypse au #zombie au #dream team

[sleepywriter84]

Zombie Au: A Whole New World

Inspired by SOCKS Zombie Au on twitter (their @ is o0oSocko0o https://twitter.com/o0oSocko0o?s=21 you should definitely check them out they’re so talented and amazing)

Chapter 1: Time to Catch a Flight

George’s Pov:

Tired. Walking through the thick forestry, he moans in disgust. The sun was beating down upon him, and all he wanted to do was make it back to his base. It was already annoyingly humid in the UK, and the tortue of having to go look for supplies in the blistering heat was too much.

Leaning against a tree, he throws his backpack to the ground. Reaching for his canister he takes a swig of the warm water. Adjusting the lid, he places it back into his bag. Sliding down the tree, he bathes in the cool shade that it provided for him. Sighing at the feeling, he stretches his legs.

The snap of a branch nearby startles him out of his relaxful state. Groaning, he stands up, the aching in his feet starting up again. Lazily throwing the bag that sat on the forest’s grounds around one of his shoulders, he starts to head towards the noise. Gripping the pistol in his hand, he maneuvers through the greenery.

Following the blue dots that seemed to be scattered around the forest, most of them painted on the center of a tree, he makes his way back towards his base. The pistol in his left hand is gripped tight as he turns and twists through the collection of trees, never letting his guard down since he was no longer following the road that went through the forest, which gave him open land. Here, deep in the forest, there were many ways to get lost and to accidentally walk into something he may not be able to escape. Praying that on his way back to his place he wouldn’t stumble upon the thing that broke a branch earlier, he quickened his pace, ignoring the aching in his foot which only seemed to get worse.

As the fence to the little cabin in the middle of the forest appears in his sight, he lets out a sigh of relief. As the familiar sight appears nearer and nearer he calms down a bit more, his body not as tense as it was when navigating the forest.

Unlocking the gate that surrounded the cabin, he smirks at the painting of a dog in blue on the mailbox next to it. When his group and him had found the abandoned cabin several weeks ago, they had found paint in the shed behind the house. There was a ton of it, but everyone decided to only use the blue one, the one he could see the best.

Shutting the fence gate, he struts through the tiny field. It was still a wonder on how everything happened, but that’s something he tried not to dwell on.

One second he was in his apartment playing minecraft, the next his roommate was screaming for help. He still can see the blood and guts spilling out of him, the awful stench and the dead eyes that looked right at him as they tore into his friend. Shuddering he tries to get the images out of his head.

After that he ran. For how long? He didn’t even know. All he knew was that he just kept going until he couldn’t carry himself anymore and he collapsed on the road. He would probably be dead if one of his group members didn’t stumble upon his body.

Making it to the front door of the cabin, he pushes it open, calling out into the musky air.

“I’m back!”

At the sound of his voice, the quick stomping of two pairs of feet make their way towards him. As the owners stop right in front of them, one of the owners, a blonde haired teen who is taller than George throws his hands forwards.

“Oi, George what did you get?” he asks, snatching the bag that George was offering him. Quickly rummaging through it, he throws things on the ground, earning a scoff from George.

“You shouldn’t do that Tommy” a brown haired boy who stood besides the blonde calls out, trying to catch the items that are being flung every which way.

Rolling his eyes the blonde stomps his foot, “George you had one job and this is all you bring. This… this will last us a week if not a couple days, you had one job George, one job. If Wilbur would let Tubbo and I go out on a supply hunt I bet we could do better. You know what, I know we could do better. I don’t understand why we have to stay here, I can defend myself. We can defend ourselves. Hell we were doing just fine before you and Wilbur stumbled upon us. Tubbo and I should have stayed by ourselves, then maybe we could actually do things. I just don’t understand why we can’t help, we would get so much more done and…”

“Tommy, calm!” a voice calls out, coming from the back door of the cabin. Looking behind the two boys, George sighs in relief as a tall curly haired man enters the room. Setting down his backpack on the ground, he throws off his beanie and starts to pick up the items that Tommy had thrown throughout the room. Grabbing the bag from Tommy’s hand, he places the miscellaneous items back where they belong. Once everything’s off the floor, he places the bag next to his.

“Tommy I thought we talked about this...” he sighs, throwing himself onto the couch and running his hands along his face, “...Tubbo and you are just boys, young men if I may. It’s safer for George and I to go out and get things instead of risking you two to the world. I swear we will all go out together again soon. But for now you have to stay here. In fact it’s more dangerous here then out there right now.”

“Yeah, how then, huh Soot, how is it more dangerous here?” Tommy barks, crossing his arms.

“One…” Wilbur begins, throwing his hand up and pointing his index finger up, “...we’ve been stuck in hell for a month, people are looking for a place, a safe place to stay, to bunker down. If they stumble upon here, heaven knows what they’ll do to you boys. Kill ya, torture ya, eat ya, I could go on you know”

Rolling his eyes, Tommy scoffs, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Tubbo shivers a bit from besides him.

“Second…” Wilbur starts again, throwing up a second finger, “...a horde could show up any minute now and you boys would be out in danger. You’d have to choose between trying to make a run for it while being surrounded, or hiding and praying they don’t come in. You think that I’m treating you like children, when I think having you stay here is the most important job. Yes we need supplies, but having a place to stay, a good protected place to stay, is important and is key to surviving. If you don’t find that important then be my guest to go out on your own for supplies because boys, i’m not in charge of you. You do as you may and as you please. If you want to leave, then leave. If you want to stay, then stay, i’m not holding you back.”

Pointing a finger at Tommy, Wilbur chuckles as Tommy huffs in anger. Storming out of the room, Tubbo sighs and sits down on the ground. As the pots and pans in the kitchen make loud clanging noises, George rubs the back of his neck. Strolling over to where Tubbo sat, he kneels down next to him. Reaching over to the backpack that sat against the wall, George scurries through it and takes out a chocolate bar.

Opening it, he breaks a piece off, offering it to Tubbo. With a smile and a nod, Tubbo grabs the piece, popping it into his mouth. Wilbur, watching the whole thing occur, coughs grabbing George’s attention. As they make eye contact, Wilbur raises his eyebrow. Rolling his eyes, George tosses a piece of the chocolate towards him. Catching it, he salutes towards George before settling further down into the sofa, closing his eyes and humming to himself.

After a couple minutes, Tommy stomps back into the room, putting bowls down in front of everyone. As he reaches Wilbur, he throws Wilburs feet off of the table that was in front of him, starling Wilbur and throwing him into a coughing fit. Walking back to the kitchen, as Tommy passess George, George offers him a piece of the candy bar. Yanking it out of his hand, he disappears back into the kitchen before coming back with a pan that had beans in it.

Scooping two spoonfuls of the beans into everyone's bowl, he sets the pan down and sits next to Tubbo and George. As everyone eats their serving, no one speaks.

After a couple of seconds, Tubbo finishes his bowl, standing up and taking it along with the pot of beans into the kitchen. After George finishes his bowl, he sets it down. Staring at the dirt on his hands, George cringes at the grimy feeling.

The sudden thud of a bowl on the wood floor of the cabin startles him, and he looks towards the source of the noise; Tommy.

“You know Wilbur, for an almighty bitch, you sure are a princess. Can’t even sit on the ground with us, you have to take up the whole sofa with your ass. Ever thought that you’re not royalty and that's not a throne.”

Scoffing, Wilbur throws a middle finger up before stretching and getting off the couch.

“You’re just jealous of me Tommy” Wilbur taunts, grabbing his bowl and offering his hand to pick up Tommy’s and George’s bowl.

“Whatever you say Soot” Tommy shoots back, yanking George’s bowl and his own and pushing it into Wilburs open hand.

As he walks towards the kitchen to join Tubbo, George watches him walk away. Looking back towards his hands, he glances at Tommy. It hadn’t been very long since all hell broke loose and they had all found each other, but no matter how long it had been, George could see just how different everyone is from when they first met.

For a tiny bit it was just him and Wilbur, and then they found Tommy and Tubbo. The boys were doing perfectly fine on their own, in fact George had wondered why the boys accepted their offer to join the duo, making it a group of four. But as time passed, George was able to connect the dots. Tommy and Tubbo were independent and perfectly fine on their own, but they also craved attention. They didn’t want to be alone, and the several days that the boys had stalked them prior to joining him and Wilbur made that clear. Watch from afar, and then decide if you could trust them. That’s what the boys did. They were desperate for human interaction, but nowadays trust is very slim.

“What are you looking at?” Tommy asks, his eyes squinting at George, like he was trying to read him.

“Nothing” George responds, not wanting to bring up what he was thinking about. Standing up, he goes to join Tubbo and Wilbur in the kitchen.

“Hey I can do that if you’d like?” George offers upon walking into the kitchen and seeing Tubbo frantically scrub a pot that they had made pie in a while ago.

“It’s fine, I enjoy doing dishes, it helps busy me” Tubbo replies, focusing back onto the pan.

“So how did your day go, George?” Wilbur calls out to him. Looking around for the tall man, his mouth drops as he finds the 6’5 man sitting on top of the fridge, his feet swinging off of it and his back hunched horribly in order to fit. The ceiling was tall but not that tall.

“It was okay I guess, very hot but better than when it was raining all of last week, those idiots can camouflage in the downpour. With their rotting skin they fit right in with the grey atmosphere at least now it’s bright” George explains walking over to the window of the back door and staring out of it.

“You know I’m surprised that we’ve been able to stay so long here…” Wilbur begins before looking grimly down at the ground, “... supplies are becoming scarce” he mutters.

Freezing, George crosses his arms looking down at his feet, holding himself. It was true. The more time they spent at the cabin, the less stuff they would stumble upon during hunts. Wilbur and George both only traveled a distance that would allow them to get back home before nightfall. It was an agreement they made so they wouldn’t leave the boys alone for a night. Nights were scary.

“We could also move forward, expand territory” George whispers already knowing the answer.

“You know we can’t”

“I know…”

“Why not?” Tommy interrupts walking into the kitchen where everyone was. “Oh that’s right, because you don’t trust us” he spits, sitting on the counter next to Tubbo who was still doing the dishes.

“How many times do I have to tell you Tommy, it's not that I don’t trust you. If you want to know the truth, I don’t trust them. You may think that I despise you, but it’s quite literally the opposite of that. I trust you, but not the people who roam those streets trying to survive, those people who all they want to do is rip into your flesh. Whether you like it or not, I care about you, and the fact that there is an outside world of idiots and people alike that are willing to do anything to survive scares me. People suck Tommy, dead or alive.”

“I know... I just feel so helpless. You and George go and do so much to help out, I just want to help” Tommy mumbles, hanging his head down.

“Well, you might get your wish. My side of the supply hunt is stripped bare, I can’t find anything else, George?”

“I picked the last of it today” George whispers, glancing up at the man on the fridge.

“With the amount of supplies here I say we have a week before we have to move house” Wilbur grunts, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Where are we going?” Tubbo whispers, stopping his frantic scrubbing at the pot to wait for Wilbur’s response.

“I don’t know Tubbo, I don’t know...” Wilbur admitted, “But wherever it is, I swear I’m not leaving anyone’s side. We’re here in this together.”

“I might have somewhere” Tommy speaks up, looking at all the bewildered faces in the room.

“Tubbo and I haven’t left the place, I swear. But earlier today, someone came on the property. Tubbo and I hid, but he, whoever he is, left this letter” Tommy explains, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. Hopping off of the counter he walks over to Wilbur, handing the paper up to him.

“What does it say?” George asks, walking away from the back door and towards the fridge.

“It says something about America, a plane if I remember right” Tommy reflects, tapping his foot and looking up at Wilbur.

Clearing his throat, Wilbur opens the letter and begins to read it, “Whoever this may concern, we’ve chosen you to attend our event. After carefully watching several groups of survivors, we’ve decided you are one of the many groups we’ve studied that may have hope yet. I am a pilot, and my group has been able to collect enough resources to fly out to America. We have reason to believe that America is safe, and ask you to join us on this journey. Due to us only having one plane, not everyone who receives this letter will be able to make the plane ride, so first come first serve. If you’re interested please arrive at the Birmingham Airport as soon as possible.”

“Thoughts?” Tommy asks, as he walks back over to where Tubbo stood.

“It could be a trap, a lie..” George begins, but Tommy cuts him off.

“Yes it could, but what better option do we have. We are in the middle of the woods, and we have to leave soon. We can spend several days, even months on the search for a place to bunker down, or we can take a chance. Walk towards the airport, check if it's legit, if it's safe. If it isn’t we will be near settlement, we can find a place to bunker down in again” Tommy elaborates.

Running a hand along his face, Wilbur sighs before looking at George, “He’s right. We don’t have to commit to it, but we should give it a look. We don’t know if we’ll be able to find another place to stay. Also, we would have to head that way anyways. That is where the city is, where supplies are. We can’t wander around aimless, we need a goal”

“I know, but what happened to people suck” George barks, hanging his head and kicking at the ground.

Sliding off of the fridge, Wilbur walks over to George, placing his hands on George’s shoulders, “I know you’re scared, you’re nervous. We could very much be walking into a trap, and if you don’t want to go, you can stay here. I will give you everything you need to survive. But George, we have to do this. I don’t want to lose any of you, I don’t want to lose the boys. Its a chance, one that’ll put us all at risk` but we can’t always play this game safe”

“I know” George croaks, tears welling up in his eyes. Everything was so dangerous, nothing was safe, and the images of what happened to his roommate floods through his head, along with new ones of his new friends being torn apart by the idiots.

“Everyone who is willing to take this chance, raise your hand” Wilbur calls out, taking one of his hands and raising it in the air, his other hand still placed firmly on George’s shoulder.

As Tommy and Tubbo raise their hands, George takes a deep breath and meekly raises his hand up. Smiling, Wilbur squeezes George's shoulder, glancing towards the boys near the sink who had small smiles planted on their faces.

“Alright so it's decided…” Wilbur begins, looking around at his group,“...we have a flight to catch”.

AN: link to the prologue

#zombie apocolypse au #zombie au #survival #dream team #dream #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #minecraft youtubers #minecraft #sapnap #tubbo #tommyinnit #wilbur soot

[sleepywriter84]

Zombie Au: A Whole New World

Inspired by SOCKS Zombie Au on twitter (their @ is o0oSocko0o https://twitter.com/o0oSocko0o?s=21 you should definitely check them out they're so talented and amazing)

Prologue: The Start

Sapnap’s Pov:

Hot. Walking down the sidewalk, he huffs at the summer heat. Twirling his keys arounds, he hums the tune of the song that was playing in his headphones. Looking around the neighborhood he was in, he watches as several kids play basketball in their front yard. Smiling at them, he nods his head and continues to his destination.

Making it to his home, he unlocks the front door, calling out for his mother and his sister. After he receives no answer, he shrugs to himself before going into the kitchen and grabbing the packet of oreos that were in the pantry. Popping one into his mouth, he opens up the fridge and grabs a water jug before filling his reusable cup up. Walking to his room, he throws himself into his swirly chair. As he chows down on the packet of oreos he wonders why no-one answered him when he first came home. His mom's car was in the driveway so she had to be here, and unless his sister went to a friends house, there wasn't any reason for the house to be so quiet.

"Shhh, Sapnap, go away!" his sister mouths to him, an irritated look etched onto her face.Throwing his hands up, he slowly backs out of the room. Scoffing, he goes back down the stairs, grabbing his homework from within his backpack that was on the couch, and strolling over to his room to do it.

The sudden bang of his door being slammed open startles him awake. Shooting up from his desk that he had fallen asleep on, he looks towards the entrance of his room.

"Sapnap your sister and I are heading out for a bit, will you be alright on your own?"

"Yeah Mom, I'll be fine, it's not like I'm a little kid anymore needing to be watched" he explains to her, running his hands through his hair trying to fix it.

"That's debatable" his sister giggles, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Hey.."

"Look Sapnap, just try to stay awake and do your homework without passing out please" his mother interrupts him, earning another giggle from his sister. Sighing, he nods his head towards his mom. Smiling, she walks away, escorting his sister out the door. After watching them leave, and hearing the car drive away, he looks down towards his work, a tiny pile of drool sitting on top of the paper. Crumbling it up frustrated, he grabs another piece of paper and starts to redo his work.

As time goes on, he tries his best to not fall asleep. Half way through an essay he had to write for his English class, he groans in frustration. Looking over at his computer, he reads the bright white numbers. It was currently 11 pm and he was exhausted.

Slamming his hand onto his desk, he throws himself off of his swirly chair and fumbles to the kitchen. On his way, he stares at the front door for a second, wondering why his Mom and sister weren't home yet. Shaking his head, he tries to clear his mind of all of his worries. Opening up the fridge, he grabs a monster from the back. Cracking it open, he takes a sip, praying that this will keep him up for the remainder of his essay. As he continues to drink his energy drink, he walks back over to the front door. Moving the curtain aside, he glances outside at the dimly lit street, his mom's car nowhere to be found.

Nerves get the best of him as he takes out his phone, dialing his moms number, the uneasy feeling in his stomach only grows as the phone goes straight to voice call. Taking a deep breath, he speaks into his phone,

"Hey Mom, just calling to check-in on you. It's been a couple of hours, and you usually aren't gone this long. Just wanted to make sure you and sis are okay. Just call me back or send me a text when you get this". Ending the call, he stares down at his phone. Placing it back into his back pocket, he runs a hand through his hair. 'She'll be fine, they probably got stuck in traffic' he tries to reassure himself. Looking back towards the front door, he begins to walk towards his room until a loud bang startles him, causing him to drop his drink, the contents of the can spilling all over the floor.

Cursing at himself, he goes back into the kitchen and grabs some paper towels. As he's cleaning the mess up, another bang causes him to jump up a bit from the place he was kneeling, the spilled energy drink being spread even more because of the way his hand jerked. Shakily standing up, he stares at the front door. Slowly walking up to it, he puts his ear against the door, listening for the noise again. After a couple of seconds another bang rings out, shaking the front door, and causing Sapnap to jump back. As the door knob rattles more and more, he cautiously walks towards the window that was besides the door. Slightly moving the curtain to the side, he peeks back out into the dark streets. Tracing the surroundings he finally looks towards where his front door is. Outside behind the door, seemed to be an old man. His body seemed to be slightly shaking and it seemed like he was hunched over. Aggravated, Sapnap throws the curtain back before marching over to the door. Whoever was outside of it was about to get a polite kick on the ass to get the hell off of his property. It's happened before, a drunk makes their way to their house, and his mom would have to tell them off. Now, since she wasn't there, he had to do it.

Placing his hand around the door knob, he takes a deep breath before turning it. His anger now slightly replaced with nerves, he throws open the door, making eye contact with the man.

"Dude, you've got to leave, this isn't your home" Sapnap scoffs, his hand still on the door knob.

After a couple seconds and no answer, he repeats himself, "Dude, look I just need you to go home, this isn't your place." In response the man just groans.

Becoming even more aggravated, Sapnap lunges at the guy's arm, trying to push him away from his property. Quickly he retracts his hand as a burning feeling overtakes it. Looking down at his hand, the other one letting go of the door knob, his breath catches. On his hand that was holding onto the man, was a bright red liquid.

Diverting his attention from his hand, he looks back towards the man who was now shaking even more.

"Hey, dude are you okay? Is this blood?" he asks, raising up his hand to show the man. As if the sudden movement and showcase of the red liquid stirred the man that stood in front of Sapnap, he lunged at him. As Sapnap falls backwards, the man on top of him scratches at his face. Blocking him, Sapnap gains enough strength to push back the man.

Breathing heavily, Sapnap runs towards his front door, slamming it shut the moment that the man lunges back at him. Putting his back to the door, he slides down it, listening to the snarling and banging of the man outside. Looking down at his hand, he shakily stands and walks towards the kitchen, washing the foul red liquid off of his hand.

Running to his room, he quickly glances back towards the front door, a red handprint being on the doorknob and the middle of the door. Shuddering, he slams his room's door shut, and goes straight to his computer, locking his room's door before he settles down into his swirly chair.

Putting his password into his computer, he tries to load Google. As he waits for the screen to stop loading, he grabs his phone. Running his hands through his hair, he goes into his messages and starts to message everyone he knows. After doing this, he glances back towards his computer which is stuck on the loading screen. Frustrated he bangs his hand on his desk, focusing back on his phone he tries to call several people, with no luck, each one goes straight to voicemail.

Letting out a shaky exhale, Sapnap jumps up as a loud bang that sounds like glass shattering rings throughout the house. Trying to stay calm, he shakily walks towards his door, putting his ear against it he listens. The sudden bang on his room's door, causes him to skyrocket backwards onto the ground. Staring at the shaking door, he notices the shadow of a person peeking into his room. As the door knob begins to turn, he quickly crawls over to the door. As the door is opened, with all the force he can muster, Sapnap slams it back shut, locking the door and sliding down it.

As the door begins to furiously shake and the banging on it becomes harder, he looks around his room. His computer still wasn't loading, and no one had returned any of his texts or calls. Frantically eyeballing the room, he spots his keys on his bed. They were his keys to his car, which was parked up front. If he was able to get past the thing that was in his house he would be able to run to it, getting out of the place. The only problem was he didn't know how to do that.

Pulling himself up, he goes over to his bed and grabs his keys. Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he grabs his backpack that was lying on the ground next to his desk. Shaking all of the contents out of it, he quickly shoves articles of clothing into the bag. Running to the bathroom that was in his room, he grabs his toothbrush, toothpaste, body wash, and shampoo; shoving all of that into the bag too. Walking towards his desk, he opens up one of the drawers, revealing a stash of snacks. Grabbing the beef jerky and oreos, he quickly adds them to his bag. Zipping it up, he puts the backpack on.

Rushing over to his shoes, he quickly puts them on. Grabbing the bat he kept near his bed, he grips it. Sighing, he tries to reason in his head what he's about to do. Rushing out of his room was too risking. Luckily he had a window in his room.

Going over to it, he throws the curtains open, peering out into the night. There seemed to be a fire in one of his neighbors front yards, so he decided that's where he would head.

After making sure there was nothing outside of the window, he grabs the bat and swings at it, the sound of glass breaking ringing through the night. As he clears a space for him to crawl out, the banging on his room's door intensifies, the noise being accompanied with snarling and growling now. Taking a deep breath, he makes a run for his car. As he turns the corner, his stomach drops. There were several people that were walking around, and every single one of them seemed to be limping his way. Feeling something grip his backpack, he shakes it off, kicking behind him. Finally getting free he turns around to see a person on the ground reaching up to him, snarling.

Backing up slowly, he turns around and runs straight to his car. When he makes it to his car door, several of the others around seem to have gained on him, groaning and muttering curse words, he tries to unlock the door before they reach him.

Just as he's about to unlock the door, he drops his keys, and they clatter to the pavement.

"Shit!" he panics, kneeling down to get them. As he reaches for them, an arm quickly shoots out and pulls him all the way down to the pavement. Scraping his knees, he quickly shakes his arm, trying to get out of the grip of whatever pulled him down. With no success, the hand pulls him further down. Now eye level with the ground, Sapnap sees what's got a hold of him. Underneath his car was another one of the things that had invaded his home. The only difference between this one and the rest that were out and about on the street was that this one had no legs. Where his legs were supposed to be, there was nothing, nothing except guts and blood pouring out of his lower half.

Gagging, Sapnap uses his elbows that were already scraped due to him falling on them a couple of seconds ago, and pushes himself up a bit. Pulling away from the snarling maniac under his car, he successfully gets out of his grip. Snatching his arm back, he holds his wrist that's starting to turn an ugly purple color. Groaning, he uses his side to push himself up off of the ground.

With the keys tightly held in one of his hands, he uses his other hand to push himself up onto the ledge of his car. Balancing himself on it, he unlocks his car door. Hopping down, he quickly throws his backpack into the passenger seat and throws himself into it. The moment he shuts his car door, he locks it immediately, several of the maniacs lunging for him in his car. As they pound on it, he sighs. Shakily starting his car, he backs out of the driveway.

Driving down the street, he heads towards where he saw the fire earlier. As he passess by it, his stomach drops. What he had thought was a bonfire was actually a sign. Squinting at the sign, he feels the need to vomit. The sign wasn't paper or wood, it was human body parts all sent on fire and manipulated into words, words that read: We're Fucked.

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Zombie Au: A Whole New World

Inspired by SOCKS Zombie Au on twitter (their @ is o0oSocko0o https://twitter.com/o0oSocko0o?s=21 you should definitely check them out they’re so talented and amazing)

Table of Contents:

Prologue: The Start - https://procrastinationinawriter.tumblr.com/post/628466561959723008/zombie-au-a-whole-new-world

Chapter 1: Time to Catch a Flight- https://procrastinationinawriter.tumblr.com/post/628728894016618496/zombie-au-a-whole-new-world

Chapter 2: Taunting Smile- https://procrastinationinawriter.tumblr.com/post/629548517762990080/zombie-au

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Zombie Au: A Whole New World

Inspired by SOCKS Zombie Au on twitter (their @ is o0oSocko0o https://twitter.com/o0oSocko0o?s=21 you should definitely check them out they're so talented and amazing)

Prologue: The Start

Sapnap’s Pov:

Hot. Walking down the sidewalk, he huffs at the summer heat. Twirling his keys arounds, he hums the tune of the song that was playing in his headphones. Looking around the neighborhood he was in, he watches as several kids play basketball in their front yard. Smiling at them, he nods his head and continues to his destination.

Making it to his home, he unlocks the front door, calling out for his mother and his sister. After he receives no answer, he shrugs to himself before going into the kitchen and grabbing the packet of oreos that were in the pantry. Popping one into his mouth, he opens up the fridge and grabs a water jug before filling his reusable cup up. Walking to his room, he throws himself into his swirly chair. As he chows down on the packet of oreos he wonders why no-one answered him when he first came home. His mom's car was in the driveway so she had to be here, and unless his sister went to a friends house, there wasn't any reason for the house to be so quiet.

"Shhh, Sapnap, go away!" his sister mouths to him, an irritated look etched onto her face.Throwing his hands up, he slowly backs out of the room. Scoffing, he goes back down the stairs, grabbing his homework from within his backpack that was on the couch, and strolling over to his room to do it.

The sudden bang of his door being slammed open startles him awake. Shooting up from his desk that he had fallen asleep on, he looks towards the entrance of his room.

"Sapnap your sister and I are heading out for a bit, will you be alright on your own?"

"Yeah Mom, I'll be fine, it's not like I'm a little kid anymore needing to be watched" he explains to her, running his hands through his hair trying to fix it.

"That's debatable" his sister giggles, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Hey.."

"Look Sapnap, just try to stay awake and do your homework without passing out please" his mother interrupts him, earning another giggle from his sister. Sighing, he nods his head towards his mom. Smiling, she walks away, escorting his sister out the door. After watching them leave, and hearing the car drive away, he looks down towards his work, a tiny pile of drool sitting on top of the paper. Crumbling it up frustrated, he grabs another piece of paper and starts to redo his work.

As time goes on, he tries his best to not fall asleep. Half way through an essay he had to write for his English class, he groans in frustration. Looking over at his computer, he reads the bright white numbers. It was currently 11 pm and he was exhausted.

Slamming his hand onto his desk, he throws himself off of his swirly chair and fumbles to the kitchen. On his way, he stares at the front door for a second, wondering why his Mom and sister weren't home yet. Shaking his head, he tries to clear his mind of all of his worries. Opening up the fridge, he grabs a monster from the back. Cracking it open, he takes a sip, praying that this will keep him up for the remainder of his essay. As he continues to drink his energy drink, he walks back over to the front door. Moving the curtain aside, he glances outside at the dimly lit street, his mom's car nowhere to be found.

Nerves get the best of him as he takes out his phone, dialing his moms number, the uneasy feeling in his stomach only grows as the phone goes straight to voice call. Taking a deep breath, he speaks into his phone,

"Hey Mom, just calling to check-in on you. It's been a couple of hours, and you usually aren't gone this long. Just wanted to make sure you and sis are okay. Just call me back or send me a text when you get this". Ending the call, he stares down at his phone. Placing it back into his back pocket, he runs a hand through his hair. 'She'll be fine, they probably got stuck in traffic' he tries to reassure himself. Looking back towards the front door, he begins to walk towards his room until a loud bang startles him, causing him to drop his drink, the contents of the can spilling all over the floor.

Cursing at himself, he goes back into the kitchen and grabs some paper towels. As he's cleaning the mess up, another bang causes him to jump up a bit from the place he was kneeling, the spilled energy drink being spread even more because of the way his hand jerked. Shakily standing up, he stares at the front door. Slowly walking up to it, he puts his ear against the door, listening for the noise again. After a couple of seconds another bang rings out, shaking the front door, and causing Sapnap to jump back. As the door knob rattles more and more, he cautiously walks towards the window that was besides the door. Slightly moving the curtain to the side, he peeks back out into the dark streets. Tracing the surroundings he finally looks towards where his front door is. Outside behind the door, seemed to be an old man. His body seemed to be slightly shaking and it seemed like he was hunched over. Aggravated, Sapnap throws the curtain back before marching over to the door. Whoever was outside of it was about to get a polite kick on the ass to get the hell off of his property. It's happened before, a drunk makes their way to their house, and his mom would have to tell them off. Now, since she wasn't there, he had to do it.

Placing his hand around the door knob, he takes a deep breath before turning it. His anger now slightly replaced with nerves, he throws open the door, making eye contact with the man.

"Dude, you've got to leave, this isn't your home" Sapnap scoffs, his hand still on the door knob.

After a couple seconds and no answer, he repeats himself, "Dude, look I just need you to go home, this isn't your place." In response the man just groans.

Becoming even more aggravated, Sapnap lunges at the guy's arm, trying to push him away from his property. Quickly he retracts his hand as a burning feeling overtakes it. Looking down at his hand, the other one letting go of the door knob, his breath catches. On his hand that was holding onto the man, was a bright red liquid.

Diverting his attention from his hand, he looks back towards the man who was now shaking even more.

"Hey, dude are you okay? Is this blood?" he asks, raising up his hand to show the man. As if the sudden movement and showcase of the red liquid stirred the man that stood in front of Sapnap, he lunged at him. As Sapnap falls backwards, the man on top of him scratches at his face. Blocking him, Sapnap gains enough strength to push back the man.

Breathing heavily, Sapnap runs towards his front door, slamming it shut the moment that the man lunges back at him. Putting his back to the door, he slides down it, listening to the snarling and banging of the man outside. Looking down at his hand, he shakily stands and walks towards the kitchen, washing the foul red liquid off of his hand.

Running to his room, he quickly glances back towards the front door, a red handprint being on the doorknob and the middle of the door. Shuddering, he slams his room's door shut, and goes straight to his computer, locking his room's door before he settles down into his swirly chair.

Putting his password into his computer, he tries to load Google. As he waits for the screen to stop loading, he grabs his phone. Running his hands through his hair, he goes into his messages and starts to message everyone he knows. After doing this, he glances back towards his computer which is stuck on the loading screen. Frustrated he bangs his hand on his desk, focusing back on his phone he tries to call several people, with no luck, each one goes straight to voicemail.

Letting out a shaky exhale, Sapnap jumps up as a loud bang that sounds like glass shattering rings throughout the house. Trying to stay calm, he shakily walks towards his door, putting his ear against it he listens. The sudden bang on his room's door, causes him to skyrocket backwards onto the ground. Staring at the shaking door, he notices the shadow of a person peeking into his room. As the door knob begins to turn, he quickly crawls over to the door. As the door is opened, with all the force he can muster, Sapnap slams it back shut, locking the door and sliding down it.

As the door begins to furiously shake and the banging on it becomes harder, he looks around his room. His computer still wasn't loading, and no one had returned any of his texts or calls. Frantically eyeballing the room, he spots his keys on his bed. They were his keys to his car, which was parked up front. If he was able to get past the thing that was in his house he would be able to run to it, getting out of the place. The only problem was he didn't know how to do that.

Pulling himself up, he goes over to his bed and grabs his keys. Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he grabs his backpack that was lying on the ground next to his desk. Shaking all of the contents out of it, he quickly shoves articles of clothing into the bag. Running to the bathroom that was in his room, he grabs his toothbrush, toothpaste, body wash, and shampoo; shoving all of that into the bag too. Walking towards his desk, he opens up one of the drawers, revealing a stash of snacks. Grabbing the beef jerky and oreos, he quickly adds them to his bag. Zipping it up, he puts the backpack on.

Rushing over to his shoes, he quickly puts them on. Grabbing the bat he kept near his bed, he grips it. Sighing, he tries to reason in his head what he's about to do. Rushing out of his room was too risking. Luckily he had a window in his room.

Going over to it, he throws the curtains open, peering out into the night. There seemed to be a fire in one of his neighbors front yards, so he decided that's where he would head.

After making sure there was nothing outside of the window, he grabs the bat and swings at it, the sound of glass breaking ringing through the night. As he clears a space for him to crawl out, the banging on his room's door intensifies, the noise being accompanied with snarling and growling now. Taking a deep breath, he makes a run for his car. As he turns the corner, his stomach drops. There were several people that were walking around, and every single one of them seemed to be limping his way. Feeling something grip his backpack, he shakes it off, kicking behind him. Finally getting free he turns around to see a person on the ground reaching up to him, snarling.

Backing up slowly, he turns around and runs straight to his car. When he makes it to his car door, several of the others around seem to have gained on him, groaning and muttering curse words, he tries to unlock the door before they reach him.

Just as he's about to unlock the door, he drops his keys, and they clatter to the pavement.

"Shit!" he panics, kneeling down to get them. As he reaches for them, an arm quickly shoots out and pulls him all the way down to the pavement. Scraping his knees, he quickly shakes his arm, trying to get out of the grip of whatever pulled him down. With no success, the hand pulls him further down. Now eye level with the ground, Sapnap sees what's got a hold of him. Underneath his car was another one of the things that had invaded his home. The only difference between this one and the rest that were out and about on the street was that this one had no legs. Where his legs were supposed to be, there was nothing, nothing except guts and blood pouring out of his lower half.

Gagging, Sapnap uses his elbows that were already scraped due to him falling on them a couple of seconds ago, and pushes himself up a bit. Pulling away from the snarling maniac under his car, he successfully gets out of his grip. Snatching his arm back, he holds his wrist that's starting to turn an ugly purple color. Groaning, he uses his side to push himself up off of the ground.

With the keys tightly held in one of his hands, he uses his other hand to push himself up onto the ledge of his car. Balancing himself on it, he unlocks his car door. Hopping down, he quickly throws his backpack into the passenger seat and throws himself into it. The moment he shuts his car door, he locks it immediately, several of the maniacs lunging for him in his car. As they pound on it, he sighs. Shakily starting his car, he backs out of the driveway.

Driving down the street, he heads towards where he saw the fire earlier. As he passess by it, his stomach drops. What he had thought was a bonfire was actually a sign. Squinting at the sign, he feels the need to vomit. The sign wasn't paper or wood, it was human body parts all sent on fire and manipulated into words, words that read: We're Fucked.

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[sleepywriter84]

hey i just thought i would let you guys know but i’m working on a new novel fanfic right now, and i promise once i finish chapter 1 i will update you guys and let you know more about it 😊 i already have about 1000 words i just got to finish the chapter first

[sleepywriter84]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

[sleepywriter84]

Hey, if you’re still doing requests, I would love one with Sam Winchester X Reader and the reader is panicking her way through an anxiety attack and he calms her down. I have bad anxiety and Sam (or Jared) has a calming effect to me :) thank you if you choose my request!!

Sam Winchester x Reader

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long, I’m such a procrastinator and got side tracked by simping for Devon Bostick and Dream 😔

Scared. She was afraid. The boys had left her alone in the motel, and that frightened her.

She didn’t know why, especially since she used to practically live in motels, jumping from one to another (it was basically one of the only ways to successfully do her job and still get some sleep).

But now here she was, sitting on the bed within the musky dimly lit room. Fumbling with her hands, she takes deep breaths trying to calm herself down.

It had only been 2 days, but she was starting to miss the bunker, the place that she called home. Technically it was the boys home, but she was granted a room within the place, and she gratefully took it.

For the past 3 months, that’s where she and the boys (Dean and Sam) have been living. The only cases they would be getting being ones that were close by, never requiring a room else where to finish the job they took on.

In those 3 months, she had grown familiar with her surroundings, making herself comfortable, perhaps too comfortable. They didn’t get many jobs during that time, so most of their days included just relaxing and reading up on what kind of demons there were, and how to stop them.

During this time, she had gotten closer to Sam. Whenever he was in the bunker they would follow each other like lost puppies, always checking up on one another and talking. No matter what happened, it seemed like the two were always together.

Thinking back to those memories, she’s distracted, smiling and thinking about all of the good memories and happiness that the boy brought her. She loved Dean too, but he could be an ass sometimes. With Sam, everything felt nice and safe, though she did enjoy her and Dean’s arguments, one of her favorites being about which pie was the best.

This happiness though soon disappeared as she remembered where the boys were. They were on a case, hunting down yet another phantom. She wanted to come with them, but they refused to take her with them. Earlier that day while hunting the monster, she had gotten stuck and sprained her ankle. Once they had gotten back to the motel, the boys lectured her about being careful and left to go back and hunt down the ghoul that got away from them. She was told to stay behind because she could possibly slow them down, or that’s what Dean said, she knew they just didn’t want to see her get hurt again.

Though she was grateful for them caring about her, she started to panic again. What if they got hurt, what if they weren’t able to catch the ghoul, then it would be her fault and she’d feel like shit whenever she saw them again.

Slowly standing up from the bed, she limps over to the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, she tries to do her breathing exercises that Sam taught her.

She was so frustrated. She was frustrated because she wasn’t helping the boys. She was frustrated because she had gotten hurt earlier, which made the boys lose the phantom, which was the only reason they were out and about right now. And she was specially frustrated that she was getting upset about all this, that she was spiraling and panicking when that had never happened to her before.

Holding her hand over her mouth, she lets out a sob. Shaking she collapses onto the floor, curling up into a ball. She felt useless, and nothing was working. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t calm herself down.

Using her hands to push herself off of the floor, she stumbles around, walking out of the bathroom and sitting herself on the ground right in front of the tv. Crossing her arms, she ducks her head into her knees.

Sitting their, shaking and breathing heavily, she lets the tears flow from her eyes. Suddenly the door slams open, and a laughing Sam and Dean stroll into the room.

“You should have seen the bitches face when we burned her body, she was so pissed” Dean laughed out, throwing his keys onto the table right near the door.

After glancing at her, Dean stops smiling, “Hey kid what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry” is all she can choke out.

Reaching his hand out, Dean rubs her shoulder before pointing from Sam to her. Releasing his grip on the girls shoulders, he strolls out of the room, leaving Sam and her together.

“Hey” Sam whispers, sitting down besides her, “What’s wrong?”

After waiting a couple minutes and getting no answer, Sam sighs before placing his arm around the shaking girl and leaning his head on top of hers.

“Y/n please talk to me, I just wanna know what’s wrong, please” Sam begs.

“I’m sorry, I..I just got so scared and started to panic. I fucked everything up and now you guys are gonna be upset at me, and I...I just feel so useless and stupid. I miss the bunker” she rushes out, whispering the last sentence.

“Hey, hey we’re not mad at you, everyone messes up, even us hunters, okay? Everything’s gonna be okay, and you know I miss the bunker too” he whispers back, kneeling down beside her.

Cautiously he wraps an arm around the shaking girl, before bringing her closer to his body.

Sighing, she lays her head onto his chest, his heartbeat calming her down.

As Sam rubs small circles on her back, she focuses on her breathing, trying to copy the rising and falling of the mans chest.

After several minutes of basking in each other’s company, the girl sits up, wiping at her eyes, “I’m sorry if I worried you guys at all, or if I was an inconvenience.”

Facing her, Sam scoffs before rustling her hair, “You could never be an inconvenience, especially to me. You know you’ve made this shitty job way better and bearable for me Y/L (your last name). Without you I feel like I’d be miserable. I love Dean will all my heart, but it was a bit of a pain when it was just him and I”

“Well I’m glad I made the hunting experience better for you,” she laughs, grabbing his hand and pushing it away from her head, “and you might say that, but I seriously boned you guys back there. If I would have just listened and not have been so cocky you guys would have gotten the bitch, and there would be no need for a second trip.”

“Y/n I could care less if we had to go on the second trip or not. This isn’t the first time someone’s made a mistake, and we had to try again to catch the thing we were after, it’s normal. Mistakes are risky but not unfixable. Dean and I could have cared less if we had to go on another hunt for that thing, and even if we came back here without the job being done, we would just go out again, like we always do. It doesn’t matter how we get the job down, as long as we’re able to finish it, okay? Please don’t work yourself up over this so much, I promise you everything’s fine” Sam explains, placing his hand over the girls, her hands no longer shaking like before.

“I get that, I really do, I just got so anxious. Everything’s so different, and I really just miss the bunker and you guys...I was so worried about you two, if you guys got hurt it would be on me, and I couldn’t live with that” she whispers, looking down at Sams and hers intertwined hands.

“I get that, I really do, everything’s fine now though. There’s no need to worry, once Dean gets back we’ll start the car and go back to the bunker, and we can go back home okay? And if you’re fine with it I won’t leave your side all night, but only if that’s okay with you” he asks.

Looking up at his face, she stares into his green eyes. A slight smile is plastered onto his face, and that brings her to return the kind gesture. Nodding her head, Sam chuckles. Kissing her cheek, he stands up.

“I’m gonna go find Dean so we can head back, do you want to come with me?”

“No, I’m fine now, but thank you for asking” she beams up at him. Slowly letting go of his hand, he gives a tiny wave before he exits the motel room, leaving her alone again. But this time she had the comfort of knowing he was going to come back, and that she wasn’t going to be all alone.

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