#French Negan

[sachaa-ff]

Carol Peletier you’re a fucking icon!

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[froggyoyabun]

ღ [FR] The Walking Dead : Comment Negan, Shane, Rick, Glenn, Daryl, Merle, Eugene, Gabriel, Dwight et Morgan réagirait si leur partenaire se blessait gravement ღ

TW : Mention de blessures, violence.

Genré neutre.

Negan :

ღ Sa réaction va dépendre du moment auquel tout se passe, mais dans tous les cas, en te voyant grièvement blessé, tout le monde autour de lui semble soudainement s'écrouler.

ღ Si cela se passe quand il était encore chef des Sauveurs, sa première réaction sera de se tourner vers ses hommes pour leur demander d'un ton sec qui est le responsable. Tout ce qu'il veut c'est un coupable pour te venger. Si c'est l'un de ses hommes qui t'as blessé, tu peux être assuré.e que ce dernier sera mort après une longue séance de torture. Si tu as été blessé dehors, Negan punira tout de même ceux qui étaient chargés de garder un oeil sur toi. Sa réaction peut sembler un peu froide vis à vis de toi, mais si il veut à tout prix te défendre c'est parce qu'il s'en veux. Il s'en veux tellement d'avoir laisser cela arriver qu'il ne pense même pas à passer du temps avec toi car son esprit ne pense qu'à une seule chose ; se défouler.

ღ Si nous parlons du Negan APRÈS l'arc des sauveurs, sa réaction sera avant tout de rester à tes cotés, soigner tes blessures et s'occuper de toi. Negan sait ce que ça fait de perdre un être aimé, il se blâme encore pour la mort de son ex-femme et il sait que si cela se reproduisait il ne pourrait pas vivre en portant ce fardeau.

ღ Après cet accident : tu n'as pas vraiment l'impression qu'il a changé, et pourtant... étrangement, Dwight ne se trouve jamais loin de toi, comme si il avait reçu l'ordre de te surveiller... étonnant, non ? ;)

Shane :

ღ Shane est quelqu'un d'assez impulsif et colérique, alors il est assez logique que sa première réaction en te voyant en larmes et en sang serait de littéralement péter un cable.

ღ Si le coupable est dans les parages, l'ancien policier n'hésitera pas à partir à sa recherche. Mais contrairement à Negan, il ne prendra pas son temps pour torturer la personne et la tuera directement, se défoulant sur son corps (encore vivant ou déjà mort) jusqu'à ce que sa colère soit apaisée.

ღ En parlant de colère... Shane risque de t'engueuler/réprimander. Mais même si il paraît furieux, sache que c'est parce qu'il a eu très peur de te perdre. D'ailleurs, tu remarqueras que tant qu'il n'est pas absolument sûr que tu es sorti.e d'affaire, il reste calme et doux : c'est après coup qu'il laisse la tension retomber et se permet de te faire la morale. Ne t'inquiètes pas, même si ce n'est pas très sympa tu peux être sûr que juste après il ne te quittera plus et une longue session de câlins et de paroles pleines de tendresses débutera <3

ღ Si c'est un humain qui t'as blessé, Shane sera sur la défensive et se montrera très agressif envers chaque survivant que vous croiserez suite à ça. Alors oui, ça fait un peu chien de garde, mais mieux vaut prévenir que guérir, non ?

Rick :

ღ Rick a beaucoup trop perdu dans sa vie, maintenant qu'il s'est attaché à toi il ne peut absolument pas risquer de te perdre aussi...

ღ Si vous êtes encore dans une situation de danger, sa priorité est de te mettre à l'abri. Une fois en sécurité, il reste à tes côtés pour s'occuper de ta blessure. Il à l'air calme mais tu peux voir ses mains trembler, signe qu'intérieurement il panique complètement. Il refuse absolument l'aide de quiconque pour assurer ta sécurité : sa volonté d'être le seul reponsable pour s'occuper de toi est sa manière de se punir pour ne pas t'avoir protégé, mais surtout... il a besoin de cette sensation d'être le seul responsable pour te soigner, pour lui donner un semblant de contrôle sur ce qu'il se passe.

ღ Flashbacks de son passé qui semble inlassablement se répéter. Lori, Carl... Il y a de grandes chances qu'il pète un câble, alors s'il te plaît ramène le à la réalité :(

ღ Cauchemars. Depuis ce jour, l'image de lui tenant ton corps sans vie dans ses bras ne cesse de le hanter dans ses rêves. La culpabilité le ronge et depuis, il faut deux fois plus attention quand il accepte de nouveaux survivants dans son groupe...

Glenn :

ღ Là où figure le mot panique dans un dictionnaire, la photo de Glenn y est sûrement collée juste à coté pour l'illustrer. Grosses sueurs, respiration saccadée et les larmes aux yeux, il est tellement inquiet qu'il a du mal à juger la gravité de ta blessure.

ღ Son premier réflexe est de te dire tout ce qu'il a sur le coeur. Une longue déclaration d'amour passionée comme si tu allais mourir. C'est un peu glauque mais sa plus grande peur est de te perdre sans avoir pu te dire tout ce qu'il voulait que tu entende. Après ça : il est moins paniqué.

ღ Comme Rick, il n'est pas tourné vers la vengence mais plutôt vers ta sécurité. Te mettre à l'abri d'abord, punir les coupables après.

ღ Le genre de personnes qui a besoin d'en discuter après coups. Il veut savoir en détails comment s'est arrivé pour ne pas que ça se reproduise, mais aussi te faire part de ce qu'il a pensé sur le moment, comme il s'est senti. C'est un peu sa façon de faire le point et son deuil de l'accident pour l'oublier et avancer.

Gabriel :

ღ Quand un des membres du groupe s'est mit à courir dans sa direction pour lui annoncer la nouvelle, il fronça les sourcils. Il n'aimait pas cette phrases car les mots "Y/N" et "blessé.e" n'allaient pas ensembles.

ღ Chacun de ses pas vers toi semblent plus lourd que le précédent alors qu'il ignore encore la gravité de ton état. Et quand il te voit enfin, il tombe à genoux à tes côtés.

ღ Contrairement aux autres, le pasteur n'est pas tourné vers ta vengeance. "Dieu se chargera de les punir" se répétait-il en boucle. Il va aussi énormément prier pendant ta convalescence : pour toi, ta rémission, même pour que tu ne sois pas traumatisé.e.

ღ Gabriel va suivre tes blessures avec l'assiduité d'un médecin. C'est lui qui change tes bandages, désinfecte tes plaies, mais surtout : c'est lui qui te dorlote le plus ;)

Merle :

ღ Merle ne s'attache que difficilement et il fait preuve d'un manque très sévère de compassion. Cependant, à force de trainer à tes côtés tu as fini par déteindre sur lui.

ღ Il est du genre "j'en ai rien à foutre mais en vrai l'inquiétude me ronge et j'ai envie de péter la gueule aux responsables".

ღ N'étant pas très... délicat il va d'abord se défouler sur les coupables si ils sont à portée de main, et préfère laisser quelqu'un d'autre te soigner.

ღ Comme Shane, une fois hors de danger il va se mettre à littéralement t'engueuler sur à quel point tu as été téméraire... Mais même si il n'en donne pas l'impression, c'est parce qu'il s'inquiète pour toi qu'il fait ça, il a tellement eu peur de te perdre.

ღ Et... si jamais tu as la chance d'être seul.e avec lui à ce moment là... peut-être, je dis bien peut-être qu'en plein milieu de ta réprimande, Merle va soudainement s'arrêter pour te serrer contre lui en murmurant un "bordel comme je t'aime..." ♡

Dwight :

ღ Oh, merde. Du sang, il y a du sang partout et c'est le tien.

ღ Dwight essuie ses mains moites sur son jean avant de s'occuper de toi. Il est paniqué mais surtout en colère. Si cela se passe à l'époque où il était chez les Sauveurs, cela va être l'élement déclencheur qui va le faire partir. Tu n'es pas en sécurité ici, alors il n'a rien à faire là.

ღ Et si Negan est lié (indirectement ou non) à ton accident... oh, l'homme allait tout faire pour détruire son sanctuaire, pour le détruire lui. Tu es tout ce qui compte à ses yeux et il serait prêt à tout foutre en l'air pour toi.

ღ Même si sur le moment il était mal, c'est surtout dans les semaines qui vont suivre qu'il va commencer à s'en vouloir. Car il n'a pas honte de t'en parler : il se sent atrocement coupable d'avoir laissé un tel accident se produire, et même si tu le rassure qu'il n'y est pour rien, il ne peut supprimer cette boule d'anxiété qui grandit dans son ventre chaque fois qu'il y repense.

Daryl :

ღ Daryl est un homme prudent, il sait que dans une telle apocalypse il n'a pas le droit à l'erreur. C'est pour cela que dès qu'il s'est rendu compte de ton absence il est parti à ta recherche.

ღ C'est là qu'il te vit, tes agresseurs en pleine action. Son sang ne fit qu'un tour alors qu'il s'élança à leur poursuite. C'est dans ce genre de situation qu'il semble retrouver son côté brutal et sauvage de sa vue d'avant.

ღ Après s'être assuré que tes ravisseurs ne pouvaient plus s'enfuir, il fonce vers toi pour t'aider. Il ne parle pas beaucoup, seulement lorsque c'est nécessaire pour t'aider ou te donner des instructions. C'est parce qu'il met l'entièreté de sa concentration à gérer tes blessures.

ღ Après cet incident, Daryl a changé. Il s'isole plus, il est distant avec toi. Il a besoin de digérer le fait qu'il aurait pu te perdre. Ça lui fait réevaluer ses priorités, sa relation avec toi. Il réalise qu'il tient à toi plus qu'il ne l'aurait penser... mais ne t'en fait pas : après quelques temps il reviendra vite vers toi, beaucoup plus attentif maintenant :)

Morgan :

ღ Morgan est sûrement le plus calme et sage de tous. Il garde son sang froid et il est très patient.

ღ Tu es sa priorité. L'homme prend soin de traiter des blessures tout en essayant de te rassurer. Il t'explique tout ce qu'il est en train de te faire d'un ton calme pour ne pas que tu te focalise sur la douleur.

ღ "Concentre toi sur ma voix, Y/N. Là je vais désinfecter ton bras et je vais le bander après."

ღ Au fond de lui il est évidemment en colère et surtout très inquiet : qui sont tes agresseurs et pourquoi s'en sont-ils pris à toi ? Voulaient-ils atteindre Morgan ? Allait-il recommencer ? Mais pour le moment il se concentrait surtout sur le fait que tu étais en vie : c'était tout ce qui comptait à ses yeux.

Eugène :

ღ Le pauvre Eugène est un homme sensible. Il est déjà en train de pleurer toutes les larmes de son corps comme si tu étais déjà mort.e.

ღ S'il te plaît, fais le sortir de sa transe. Il est planté là à marmonner des bouts de phrases incohérentes- hey, attends, est-ce qu'il vient de parler de ton enterrement ? Heu, il vient aussi de parler de ses projets de mariage ?? Pourquoi il ressasse tout vos souvenirs ensembles ?

ღ Après un baiser (ou une claque) pour le calmer, il te portera dans ses bras en criant pour qu'on t'aide. Le pauvre homme n'en a rien à faire des coupables, tout ce qu'il veut c'est que tu ailles bien.

ღ Même si il a beaucoup paniqué sur le moment, après coups, il se rattrapera en prenant bien soin de toi. Câlins, mots d'affirmations, cadeaux... sa mission est que tu te relaxes.

#french #y/n #writting #the walking dead #twd #Rick #Daryl #Negan #Glenn #Eugene #Gabriel #Merle #Dwight #Shane

[bellathechildbitch]

👾Masterlist👾

My Hero Academia:

💪Yagi Toshinori💪:

Spending Quarantine with him

Asking him out on a date

Toshinori x daughter reader

Toshinori as your father

💤Aizawa💤:

Husband Material

Spending Quarantine with him

Him having a child with autism

Him having a child that has his lazy personality

Aizawa being your father would include

💥Hizashi💥

Spending Quarantine with him

Him as your father would include

⛓️Midnight⛓️

Her as your mother would include

Midnight with a short s/o

Other Characters:

Mt Lady with a short s/o

Black Butler

🐈‍⬛Sebastian🐈‍⬛

Quarantine with Sebastian

Modern Sebastian

Having a crush on him would include

Having an s/o that loves musicals

Having an s/o die during birth

Having an s/o who likes rock/heavy metal

Cuddling with Sebastian would include

💋Grell💋

Crushing on Grell

Having an s/o who likes musicals

Grell doing her s/o's nails

Movie Date with Grell

Grell dating a trainee reaper

🪦Undertaker🪦

Having an s/o how likes musicals

Ouran High School Host Club

🪞Tamaki🪞

Tamaki having a sister who is dating Kyoya would include

Being Tamaki's sister would include

Being in a poly relationship with him and Kyoya

👓Kyoya👓

Him dating a commoner

First Kiss

Being in a poly relationship with him and Tamaki

Cuddling with him

Other Stories:

Being best friends with the twins

Kakegurui

❤️Yumeko❤️

Yumeko Hcs

💛Mary💛

Mary Hcs

💙Kiriari💙

Kiriari Hcs

🖤Midari🖤

Midari Hcs

Encanto

🪄Madrigals🪄

Madrigals x Reader

💛💛Dolores💛💛

Dolores x Reader

☀️Peppa☀️

Married life with Peppa

Peppa with an s/o that comes back from the army

Peppa x Wife reader

Jealous! Peppa x reader

Peppa x Reader having fun with their kids

Peppa x Wife! Reader, reader gets injured during casita falling apart

Jealous! Peppa x Reader

More Peppa Hcs

Peppa Hcs

💐Isabella💐

Isabella x Reader

The Outsiders

Dating Ponyboy Curtis

Cuddling with Johnny

Ponyboy having a crush Hcs

Being the Curtis's little sister would include

Arguing with Darry hcs

Cuddling with Soda

The boys reacting to when their s/o gets bullied

🔪Slashers🔪

Slashers Nightly Routine

Slashers with a Taxidermist s/o

▪️Michael Myers▪️

Michael with a small s/o

🖤Billy and Stu🖤

Billy x Stu

Billy x Reader x Stu

Billy and Stu in Quarantine

Billy x Reader x Stu, the reader collects Halloween masks

Billy x Reader x Stu, Color soulmate AU

🤠Sawyer Brothers🤠

The brothers if they had a sister

If you ignored them

Cuddling with them

What do the brothers think of what they do

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba with a s/o who speaks french

🪩Choptop Sawyer🪩

Choptop and Nubbins fighting over you

Chop top with a s/o who speaks french

Chop Top with a plus size reader

Chop top as a father

📸Nubbins Sawyer📸

Nubbins with a plus size reader

Nubbins as a father

🧹Drayton Sawyer🧹

Child's Play

🤬Chucky/Charles🤬

Dating him in his human form

💌Tiffany Valentine 💌

Short Story Tiffany x Reader

☠️The Walking Dead ☠️

Negan Imagine (Being Negans Daughter)

🗡️Adventure Time🗡️

Dating Marceline Hcs

PB x Friend Imagine

🐢TMNT🐢

Mikey With An Autistic Child

💜BTS💜

Spending Quarantine With Namjoon

Spending Quarantine With the Hyung Line

🏐Haikyuu🏐

Spending Quarantine with the First Years would Include

That is all I got for now! If I am missing anything let me know!! But for now I will be working on a few things I have been behind in. But I will be opening up requests again!

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[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Still beating

What - dealing with grief as the dust finally starts to settle. Dealing with grief regarding one specific character's death in particular. You know the one.

Genre - heavier, but we get devoted husband/father Daryl out of the mix. And we don't end the chapter on a bummer, never fear. This ain't a French movie, slowpokes

Relationships - wife Reader and husband Daryl as well as your baby. Familial affection with Rick, and that balance between friend and clergy for Father Gabriel.

Perspective - 3rd POV Daryl, and 2nd POV You

Pronouns - she/her

When - time jump! we've briefly hopped to post season 8, pre season 9 (but before The best kind of damn weird). This chapter takes place during the earlier phases of recovery and rebuilding after the war. The previous chapter, Scary as a sleepy kitten, took place during season 2.

TWs - grief, PTSD (including after SA), depression, self-loathing, and some cussing. This chapter is also kinda lengthy, friends, and had to have exposition. (Might should've sliced the chapter in half, but then we'd have another two-parter on our hands :P)

But how long though? - ...20 minutes or so?

Story references and Masterlist link? - under the cut

And is there a pic at the end as a prize for finishing? - yes :D

Have fun and happy reading!

References to other chapters - what we learned in The Interview. There is also grieving/anger as seen in The first Christmas 'without' Part 2 and its conclusion in I don't hate you, a happy reference to Happy 8th of July!, reference to those lovely tugging strings as found in Invisible Tugging Strings, Part 1 and Part 2 (Part 2 I reckon is still glitched and showing as labeled mature, the poor thing's been cleared about 7ish times via help ticket XD ).

There are a lot more details you might recognize, pop on by to the Official Masterlist here, or for those who prefer linear over non-linear, the Chronological Slowpoke Masterlist here

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Still beating

She was doing real bad. The past few days had been especially bad. Grief has nasty ways of settling in and rearing its ugly head.

He didn’t know too much about what to do to help her, he’d never been good at that stuff. And there was no fixing all that happened, especially not when the last thing that happened was the worst thing that could’ve.

Other than if TJ or Judith died, it was the worst thing. And part of his wife died right alongside Carl.

Hell, she’d been the one to wait after Carl died, then turned, to pull the trigger.

Now, she felt dead, too.

Gabe had to suggest that she check her pulse when it got bad enough.

Just then, TJ started to wriggle and hum in an attempt to root at Daryl's bicep, which pulled him out of his worry for a second.

Gently, he began to bounce to try and keep his baby lulled. He knows Y/N wanted to breastfeed only to get her production up (and so TJ’s suckle could get stronger after the surgery), but Y/N was finally asleep.

Beginning with when Denise was killed, Y/N hadn’t been making as much as she first had. Then, the Saviors stopped the RV and surrounded them, and Negan did what he did. Then Daryl himself got taken away, then there was all the fighting.

And then Carl died.

Getting her milk to come back had been proving damned hard.

A handful of not-very-good times, they’d supplemented what milk she did make with watered-down formula and/or watered-down goat's milk.

One very bad time, they’d used sugar water to fill the babies’ bellies until Jesus got back with goat's milk. Just the one time they had to use sugar water, everybody made damn sure of that.

For now, Daryl could crack into what was still left of the goat's milk in the cooler, right? The two women in the Kingdom who had little guys had sent over actual breast milk with Carol a few days ago, but it was used up yesterday. That stuff had been a God-send, he couldn’t thank the ladies enough.

Between the two babies in Alexandria, TJ and Gracie, everyone had to be smart about using what formula was left. And given that the power got cut, keeping the goat's milk fresh was another problem, hence the cooler.

There was still a shit ton of clean-up had since the Saviors nabbed Alexandria’s storage, then firebombed the town. To make things worse, those assholes had their own compound destroyed, and Hilltop and the Kingdom got screwed, too. Even the beach women took another beating. Hell, and them junkyard people were literally all fucking gone except their leader chick.

So, Y/N breastfed the two babies as much she was physically able because there was no other option right now, all while working as the only other doc left standing in all five communities; she was running herself into the ground.

And with Carl gone…

It ain’t fair that she couldn’t make enough — it was Negan’s goddamned fault.

Which leads to what just went on: so Mich had told him, Y/N’d lashed out at Negan and the new doctor kid with the facial hair, what was his name, Sidney?

Daryl hadn’t been at the infirmary when it happened, but, according to Mich, she’d had to pull her out of the room. Once out, Y/N asked her about TJ, Judith, and Gracie to make sure they were safe, then disappeared after Mich had turned around. Straight up and bolted.

Daryl had checked the escape-closet first, but she wasn’t in there or the attic it connected to, wasn't on the roof that lead to.

He’d then checked the burned church. She’d been there, he recognized her boot prints, but she'd moved on. From there, he was able to follow her sooty tracks in the direction of the place he should’ve known to check first.

Sure enough, Y/N'd been at Carl’s grave.

His wife could barely look at him when he approached. He'd simply kissed her on the head and quietly walked her back home. Once home, he'd cleaned and bandaged her hand while she, again, tried to pump enough for TJ and Gracie.

Mich had told Daryl she’d get Rick for her, so he’d be here soon.

Daryl wracked his brain, he even prayed to learn what do to try to help carry Y/N through this shit.

At first, Y/N’d been pacing around the room, crying but trying not to, arms wrapped around her picture frame with a photo of Carl in it as if it was the only thing keeping her afloat.

He'd been able to persuade her to lay down, and ended up laying in bed with her and holding her tight, TJ next to them in little bassinet.

Initially, him holding her and pressing kisses to her neck had made her feel worse. More guilty, that is. A handful of days ago, something got into her head that she needed to give him a damn "annulment."

Nah, for real, she’d even said (to Gabe) that the two of them not having ever done the deed yet was "grounds" to give him one. “Grounds to free him,” were her exact words. It was a whole thing, and the couple of failed attempts at trying to do the deed after getting hitched some months back probably made her feel worse.

Father Gabriel had Daryl's back the whole time during the conversation, though, decent dude.

And no, Daryl wasn’t angry or even real hurt that she’d thought she had to ‘free him’ and shit, he knows it was the grief and physical exhaustion that got her to that point. His woman had full-on blacked out and hurt herself that day, which is why he'd brought her to Gabe in the first place.

But the, um, the walls were thinner than Daryl had expected, which is how he overheard from the person that he was gonna love and stay with and stay faithful to until he dropped dead softly confess that she was “selfish” to keep him “stuck” with a “batshit m-mess” like her and “a baby that ain’t his.”

The fact that Y/N kept maintaining how much she loved him and how she didn’t want no annulment helped it hurt less when she’d sounded just about convinced that it was “loyalty to me ’cause we’re close, loyalty to Rick,” and because of “he’s got so much shame. He feels responsible for what the Claimers did,” that made him marry her those months ago. "He loves our ch—my child, and might love me, but it's not fair to him. He deserves better, h-he needs better, the man's been trapped all his life. I-I don't want him trapped, I want him happy!"

Gabe never played into her fears. He been no nonsense about all of it, told Y/N that she needed a damn rest, and asked her to tell him what she thought about it when she woke up.

The good thing was that after a 5 hour period of uninterrupted sleep (during which they used some of the goat's milk for TJ and Gracie), she woke up in a daze at why she’d thought an annulment was something Daryl needed or wanted.

The bad thing was, she was then socked in the gut with more unearned guilt for it, then with worry that she was too far gone, or crazy, all that.

Been a bad, bad few days.

Been a lot of Daryl showing her love that she felt not worth being shown. So that she fell asleep in his arms today was such a damn win!

After getting up to take a leak and finding that Y/N was miraculously still asleep, he thanked whoever was up there, then tried to figure out what else he could do to help her get through today…and right at that moment, TJ started to rouse, so he got his answer: keep their baby comforted. More shut-eye could only do his woman well.

Deftly lifting the little bundle into his arms, he'd kissed the scar above the baby’s upper lip and tiptoed out to the hall, where he was now.

Lightly he bounced, softly he shushed. He held TJ like a football and moved back and forth, back and forth. Babies smell so damn good, and make the cutest damn noises!

After a couple minutes, through the open door, he peeked at his Y/N.

Shit. She was already sitting up and blinking off the sleep.

Whatever it was she did and said today, she felt low as hell about it, that much was clear. Without looking, she grabbed the now-broken picture frame and clutched it to her middle.

"You're supposed to be asleep, slowpoke," he tried to tease.

Her clothes had ashes from where it looked like she’d knelt down then sat down in the burned church. There was some dirt on them, too, from when she’d been at Carl’s grave. Daryl made a note to shake the sheets out later and pick the tissues up off the floor.

That's when the front door opened downstairs.

Was that Ri—good, that was Rick’s voice, he was finally there. There was a second voice, too, was that Father Gabriel’s? It was soft like Gabe's voice was.

Daryl looked downstairs.

Yup, it was Rick with the rev.

He waved them upstairs, but it must’ve been the clunking of the Gabriel’s new cane that got Y/N stumbling out of the room.

“Rev! I would’ve come to you, y-you need to be takin’ it easy.” She hugged the picture frame in one hand, gripped the banister in the other and started to go downstairs, asking Gabe how he felt, urging him to sit down, had his vision worsened, all that stuff.

“Y/N, more rest won’t stop me from losing sight in this eye,” Gabriel responded in his quiet way, remaining on the second step, not going up or down the stairs. He smiled. “You could say I’m the one making a house call to a patient this time."

She held back a sob and bowed her head. Then, she subtly slipped two fingers around the inside of her wrist…

Rick stepped the rest of the way up the stairs and put his hands on her shoulders. “What's going on, weirdo?”

“Ricky, I'm s-sorry."

He leaned closer and took her in for a hug. “Heart still beating?” he murmured.

Her inhale was shaky. “Mmhm. Yours?”

“Beating strong.”

TJ perked up and began to whimper upon hearing her voice. Y/N unzipped her hoodie to—she still had a gun on her?

Okay, that'd been stealth as fuck, it hadn't even been printing. He'd been literally holding her, how had he not noticed?

Daryl shared a glance with Gabe. Minus her screwdriver, she'd turned in her weapons after what happened the other day.

Y/N handed the small gun to Rick, who looked wary, but accepted it without question. She hesitated before reaching into her boot to hand over her screwdriver, too.

Daryl slid his hand around his wife’s waist to guide her back to the room. Without looking him in the eyes, she cupped his cheek and told him he was a good father. Then, frame still gripped under one arm, she took the baby into the other.

“Let’s try havin’ a snack before I go with Uncle Ricky awhile, okay, chickpea?” she murmured, then unbuttoned the top of her shirt.

Daryl took off his vest to give her some more coverage. When he draped the vest around her, she turned her head to kiss his hand. He felt his cheeks warm when she did that.

Walking into the room again, she softly told Daryl that he and Rick could sit on the beds. First, she placed the picture frame on one of the mattresses. Next, she took TJ and went beside the end table at the window to sit down on the floor beside it. The way she sat, it was kinda as if she were using it as a shield.

“Rev, please take the chair,” she mumbled to Gabriel with a glance at the only piece of furniture in the room at the time, other than the bassinet, a nightstand, and the end table. Negan had specifically left the rocking chair as a 'gift' for her. The piece of shit...

Anyway, Daryl had got them their two twin mattresses back (hey, squish them together and you get a big-ass bed) the first trip to and from the Savior’s compound after the war ended, once the Alexandrians had begun to move back from the Hilltop. Only, no bed frames yet.

“And sweetheart, I’ll-I’ll take the pumps with me for while I’m in there. Wanna make sure you and Aaron have enough for them,” she said to him, voice still raw. Y/N turned to him and gave him a wobbly smile. “Sorry I used up so much of the tissue supply,” she tried making light, but got close to tears again, so stumbled through asking “Can I, um, Rick, m-might can I bring my pillow? Is that okay?”

Go with Rick where, and take the breast pumps and her pillow, why? He made eye contact with Gabriel, who looked just as puzzled. So, he turned to Rick.

Rick lowered his eyebrows as if he didn’t know what she meant, either. He squatted to sit down on the mattress beside Daryl, and looked at his sister. “Y/N, where are we headed?”

Glancing up from the baby to him then to Daryl, she adjusted TJ’s position on her breast while she figured out how to answer, by the looks of it. Another glance at her husband as if she were worried about his reaction...

“Rick, I thought you was here to…escort me?”

?

Daryl had no clear idea what she meant, it was the rev who understood first.

“No,” Father Gabriel told her gently. “Y/N, you aren’t under arrest.”

Under arrest? Daryl fought between the urge to get angry or dead-ass laugh. 'Under arrest??'

It was for real, though. His wife’s tears started flowing again as she turned her attention to Rick and began to stress, “There can’t be no special treatment—”

“—Is this why you handed me your weapons? Why would you be under arrest?” Rick cut her off to question.

She stared as if he’d grown antlers. “I s-struck a patient, and, and—”

“—And I slit his throat open, which is why that 'patient' is in there in the first place,” he cut her off again, firm.

Thankfully, TJ let out a wail the same time mama wailed, “Ricky, y-you weren’t his medic!” pausing any further arguing.

Y/N gulped, pressed down on one breast, then the other. “I know there’s not much in ’em, Teddy-bear, but it-it’ll get better. It’ll come back,” she shushed, lifting him up and tucking herself back in. With a few kisses, she shushed, “You’ve gotten so much faster at drinking, babycakes”

Daryl got on the floor with her and took TJ back.

She avoided eye-contact again, and her lip wobbled again as she pulled the top of her shirt higher. That told him there’d been not much milk in there. And he could see all over her face that it was switching her on the legs with more false-ass, unearned guilt.

The familiar string in his chest suddenly tugged in her direction—next thing, he was resting his forehead on hers. “Hey. You’re makin’ more every day, angel,” he whispered in her ear. "And you're a damn good ma."

The way her expression softened and her body relaxed toward his felt better than fireworks going off on the Fourth 8th of July.

And as if he were back in that Georgia-in-July heat, Daryl just about melted right there on the floor when he saw his TJ, neck lifted high, making a face-scrunching, gummy smile at him. "Look how strong your neck is getting, ’lil badass, you’re rockin’ it!”

Shit, their kid was the best damn thing.

Y/N leaned against him and reached to lightly fluff their baby’s hair and rub their baby's teeny feet.

Gabriel sat in the rocking chair quietly, hands resting on his cane. He caught eyes with Daryl and nodded his head toward Y/N, glad to see her no longer convinced she needed to ‘free’ her husband.

Absorbed in the photo, Rick exhaled, then spoke up. “Y/N, how about we start from the beginning? What happened at the infirmary?”

She pressed tighter against Daryl as a pained noise left her throat. “Did you talk to Siddiq yet?” sounded very small.

“I want to talk to both of you.”

“And Michonne?”

He nodded. “She told me some.”

The big watch she’d kept from Dale tick-tick-ticked on her wrist. Then came the sound of light metallic clinking. Daryl didn’t have to look to see that she must’ve pulled out her brother’s necklace and was tugging on it.

“What I did ain’t excusable,” came out raspy and thick.

“It is," Rick answered.

“It’s not, especially not what I said to Sid—” a sob choked her response. She used Daryl's leather vest to hide her face before hugging it around herself like a blanket.

“Walk me through what happened first, kiddo, before you hit Negan with this?” Rick subtly gestured to the broken picture frame.

So she had smacked Negan in the face? Hot damn, Daryl was more in love with her already.

Y/N swallowed and shook her head. “They’d been lookin’ at it, the both of 'em.”

“At the picture?”

A tiny nod. “I’d left the room, and when I got back, they was looking at it. Siddiq brought it over to him. Tried to make like Negan was sad, too. Fuck that!”

TJ started rooting on his bicep again, but Daryl was on it. “Sorry, pipsqueak, I don’t got the right parts for that.” He started to massage the baby’s belly, and TJ quieted.

“It’s okay to let ’em cry a little, it-it helps restock these,” his wife tried joking, nodding down at her chest.

“Y/N.” Rick was delicate about coaxing her for more details. “You got back into the room, Siddiq and Negan were looking at the picture.”

“Negan’s filthy hands were on it,” she grit. "Lookin' at Carl and me, you with Shaney." The sounds of the pendant being pulled across the chain filled the room along with TJ’s soft cooing.

“Is that when you hit him with the frame?” Rick asked.

“No. I told him not to look at it again or touch it, and if he did, I’d hurt him.”

“Angel, slow your breathin’,” Daryl interjected at the same time that he figured out why those words sounded familiar: it was similar to how she'd warned the last Claimer fuckhead, the one who’d had Carl pinned down and was gon——Daryl shut down this brain for a sec, it was best not to think about that night.

He turned his head to see Rick, red-eyed, tracing his thumb along the photo of Carl, Y/N, Shane and him. Seems as if Rick had recognized her words, too.

“And when was it that you did hurt him?” Rick pressed on.

Y/N swallowed. “About half a minute later when he tried to act like it wasn’t his fault.”

Rick’s composure staggered and collapsed. His voice was hoarse when he managed to say, “It’s not his fault.”

But Y/N was fast to shut it down. “Don’t for one more second make like it’s yours, Ricky, you get that monkey off your back,” she comforted and somehow scolded both at once. “Negan was doing what Negan does when he, when he told you that. It was manipulation, nothin’ real. How C-Carl—” another choked-down sob, more tears.

Daryl noticed her press her fingertips to the spot under her chin, beside her jaw, checking her pulse to prove it was still beating.

“Negan had nothing to do with how Carl got bit,” Rick whispered. “You know it’s true, kiddo.”

“No—our boy wouldna ended up out there, w-with-with Siddiq, if it hadn’t been for Negan.” Her tone got louder and angry, her stress stutter became more noticeable, the way she tugged the necklace turned rougher. “He and his followers was why we weren’t able to trust no n-newcomers like Sid, which is why Sid was still out there alone, and, and, and why Carl went to him! It, it was because of Negan and his, and his, his-his cult!”

TJ seemed freaked out by the louder voice, the baby’s dark, blue-black eyes grown big.

Daryl spoke Y/N’s name to try and bring her back to herself, but she seemed to have very suddenly calmed.

She was blinking at her hand.

Daryl looked, and then saw the two halves of her brother Shane’s chain, broken.

“How many times did Carol warn me that this would happen when I tugged it,” she muttered to herself. "Good thing I didn't decide to tug on the rosary, huh?"

Inhaling, she leaned her head against the wall behind her, staring into space, fingers to her wrist to check her pulse again.

From beside her, he covered her hand in his. Then, pressing his lips to her fist, Daryl took the necklace from it. He could fix it.

“I lost my temper again, I’m sorry,” she spoke to all in the room, her hand cupping Daryl's cheek a moment. Then, more quietly, she looked at Rick. “How many days’ll I be in there?”

Which sent Daryl straight back to disbelief he was hearing those words, what absolute bullshit. “Y/N, you ain’t going nowhere.”

“You’re not going to a cell, Y/N,” Rick echoed.

“No special treatment,” she softly repeated. “If I were anybody else—”

Rick interrupted her “—It’s not about who you are.”

Father Gabriel had gotten up and was making his way to Y/N by then.

Y/N shook her head at the conversation, tired. “If I were anybody else or had any other orle, and if he were anybody else,” she caught her breath, “there’d be reper-re-rep—” a few more tries, and she had to choose a different word, “consequences. Assault and battery on an un-unarmed person—a patient—from their medical provider, that’s serious.” Her hand was back to covering her face. She sat pressed against the wall, knees at her chest.

“You and Siddiq are the only doctors left. We couldn’t just put you in a cell even if you had earned it.”

“I ain't a doctor, at best, I’m a medic,” she grunted. “And I did earn it, just ask him and Michonne. As for my,” she made a shaky inhale, “my duties, I can be escorted out.”

“And TJ? Gracie?” Daryl put out there, hoping to guilt her out of insisting she get jail time, like, what the fuck. What kind of conversation was this?

Screw this, he couldn't even sit. He stood, shaking his head and pacing around the room, still holding TJ.

The expression on Y/N's face should’ve been enough to calm him down, along the defeated, quiet way she reasoned, “I’ll pump and y’all will visit. It’s—no, sweetheart—it’s only for a few days,” when he started to dead-ass leave. As if her being in there ‘only for a few days’ would help this bullshit make sense.

But that’s when he ended up snapping, “This is goddamn bullshit! You bopped a sick fuck on the nose with a picture frame, who the fuck will care? Rick, why you even entertainin' this shit?” and he regretted doing so as soon as he barked it out.

The old, invisible knee rammed him in the nards harder when Rick cautioned, "Brother," and Gabe finally opened his mouth, and louder than Daryl had ever heard him speak. “She cares, Daryl. So do I.”

And to make it all worse, their baby had given a start in fear when he’d shouted, and now the poor kid was screaming—and TJ doesn’t scream, shit, shit, he blew up while holding his child?

“M’sorry! M’sorry," he hushed to his baby, "I love you so much, kid, I’m so sorry I scared ya. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” With a kiss on TJ’s wild head of hair, he murmured, “Pipsqueak, your old man is an idiot.”

Y/N rushed over when TJ screamed, but she didn’t take the baby away from Daryl. Instead, she caressed her husband’s forearm and the tricep and spoke to their child. “Your daddy’s got you safe,” she soothed.

He knew she was trying to look him in the eyes, but he couldn’t return it. He’d just scared an infant because he couldn’t check his temper. Their infant.

His wife’s quiet assurance cut through the rushing in his head. “Daryl? TJ ain’t hurt, sugar, and you’re not a bad father. Do some skin to skin, okay?” She pecked a kiss on his cheek. “And that's a dollar for cussing, pay up later.”

She then sat back down on the floor next to where the rev had made his new seat. Daryl took the now-empty rocking chair, unbuttoned his and TJ’s shirts, then nestled the kid on his chest.

Y/N then told the room the rest of what happened, how after Negan croaked out with what voice he had left, saying it 'wasn’t his fault Carl was dead', that she’d turned around and whacked him across the face with the frame.

Siddiq had reacted by grabbing her shoulders from behind to pull her away from Negan — so she had shoved back and kneed him in the dick plus rammed her head against his, dropping the frame in the process. The frame broke as a result—and when it broke, she'd lost her cool, said some shit, and threw some shit. Mich heard the hubbub and intervened, then Y/N hid herself away cause she 'knew' she was 'gone crazy.'

As far as Daryl was concerned, the new doc was lucky all he got was a shove, a knee to jewels, a clunk on the head, and some words and maybe a clipboard thrown at him, because Y/N could fight damned well. She'd had it drilled into her how and when to do it. Freely taught others moves, too.

When she’d showed Carol some techniques, way back, it was one of the things that sent him falling for her.

And…Y/N might’ve not said it out loud, but when she described how Siddiq grabbed her from behind to pull her away, everyone in that room got why it caused her to react strong.

What she described herself as doing would’ve been instinct.

Siddiq wouldn’t know why. Negan might, the fucker had watched the tape of her Deanna interview.

“See?” Y/N blew her nose again, sniffed, and stared at the floorboards. “It’s not right to Sid or the community to, to have what I did go unchecked. And what I said to Siddiq was so cruel. What’s worse is I meant it. Fuck, I still do.”

What she'd said was basically that she wished he’d gotten bit instead of Carl, and that it was just as much Siddiq's fault that the boy was dead as it was Negan’s. That 'he should be dead.'

She grimaced, then caressed the watch on her wrist. Must’ve been thinking of Dale. “Ain’t fair to…Negan, neither. If there’s anything Carl taught us, it’s that,” she whispered.

Rick lifted the frame to kiss his son’s picture, wiped a couple tears away. “When I talked with Sid, he was…alarmed. Worried. He thought it was off-character.”

Y/N went rigid where she sat. “Siddiq wasn’t there two years ago.”

Daryl lifted the baby higher on his chest and snuggled closer.

Rick shook his head. “You wishing someone dead, or, dead instead of another, is very off-character, it’s not you. No—don’t shake your head, Y/N.” Her brother maintained, “Even back then, after what happened, you didn’t wish me dead. You wished that Shane was still alive, not that I was dead instead. Even if you did say those things, it wouldn't have been the truth, just the hurt speaking.”

“I attacked you and told you I would kill you. And I-I meant it at the time, you know that.”

“And for a couple days, you left, because you didn’t actually want that. You knew it was wrong.”

“Which is why I need to get put away for a couple days. I decided to hurt a patient and his doctor, my own fr—” She wasn’t able to say what was probably the word ‘friend.’ Y/N bit her lip, and continued, “Then hurled words at him what nobody should get hurled at them.” She swallowed a cuss and grabbed another tissue.

“You’re exhausted, Siddiq knows that.” Rick pointed out. “We’re not ourselves when we’re—”

Y/N wasn’t having it. Probably too exhausted, to tell the truth.

“We’re all exhausted. C’mon, man, you just lost your son!” A sob left her and she tried to breathe through her nose. Checked her pulse again.

“You were also reacting to how he yanked you back, kiddo. That's not nothing.”

Daryl gave Rick a warning glance.

Rick saw, nodded, and held up a hand, which made Y/N turn to see what Daryl was doing. But Daryl simply kissed TJ on the head, not saying nothing.

She wasn’t fooled. When Y/N looked back at Rick after giving her husband a look of it’s okay, Daryl gave Rick another warning glare, then a nod.

“You didn’t react like that without reason, Y/N. There’s no shame to admit it was a trigger.”

She grumbled at the word. “Trauma ain’t an excuse to traumatize others.” After exhaling, she ran her hands over her face and took a moment. Hardly louder than a whisper, she challenged, “Ricky, not all my problems stem from the rapes. I’ve always been too hot-headed.”

At that moment, Daryl wanted to scoop her and TJ up and drive them away from everything, keep the two of them safe and unbothered for a month or two or four.

“Getting grabbed like that m-might, y’know, might could’ve reminded me of it—when they—" She ran a hand through her hair. "Okay, it did get me going. But, I,” she paused. “It wasn’t that I saw red or blacked out, I chose to keep goin’ once I’d started. I threw stuff because I was raging, I didn't want to stop because I thought he deserved it.”

Y/N fiddled with Dale’s watch, and turned to Father Gabriel beside her and almost smiled at him, close to the way she used to smile at Glenn, as if he were in on a joke. “Here I’d hoped I was re-domesticated by now.”

“Let us give thanks that you’re still housebroken,” he responded, taking Daryl by surprise. "You're...still housebroken, are you not?"

The way Y/N then cracked up and grinned woke up the butterflies in his stomach.

“Y/N, you’ve come miles since I first met you,” Gabriel told her softly, smiling back.

“All the way from Georgia,” she joked back, then grew more serious. “You’ve grown a whole lot, too.” She wiped her eyes, and Gabe closed his.

“And Y/N,” he shook his head. “You aren’t losing your humanity. I know you’re frightened of that, after what you told me happened to your other brother.”

It hadn’t even registered in Daryl’s mind that Shane’s memory would be scaring her. She loved her brother like hell, but she was always terrified of going down the same path he did.

He looked to Rick to see what his reaction was. His reaction was tear-rimmed eyes and a nod of his head toward TJ, silently asking if he could hold the baby awhile. Daryl nodded, Rick stood, and returned Y/N the frame as he walked by to pick up the little one.

Hands empty, Daryl took out his army knife and the broken chain from his pocket so he could fix his woman’s necklace. Wasn’t gonna be hard.

He heard Y/N whisper, “Hey, punk. Miss you. Miss you, too, loser.” He let his eyes travel to where she sat under the window, and watched her kiss the picture and well up. It was the old one of her and preschool-age Carl photobombing Rick and Shane, after one of them got some kind of cop award.

Clutching it once more to her belly, she and Father Gabriel then started to talk in low voices with one another.

“The red haze in your right sclera is so close to begin' clear. Did you talk to Rosie today? She’s been seeming less depressed.”

“I thought this was me visiting my patient, not the other way around,” Gabe gently hinted. “Y/N, please talk to me.”

Daryl heard her sniffle. “Rev, but I don’t want to have meant those words. I’ve been workin’ on it. It-it might be his fault, but I know he’s innocent, he’s humane—Sid even counts walkers like I do, man, yet still, I—” her breathing shuddered. “After whatever this mess is kicked in, every time I see him now, I hate him. Why do I hate a decent person?”

“Grief,” he offered simply. He gave her another shrug and small smile. “Keep doing what you have been. It will get easier every day, the same way your, um,” he was careful about his wording regarding her tits, “that you have more for the little ones every day.”

She huffed but didn’t raise her voice again, she stayed quiet as could be. “It don’t feel like none of that’s happening.”

“Our perception of things doesn’t always equal the truth, Y/N.” Gabe seemed to take a moment. Maybe he was praying.

Y/N’s fingers found her pulse again.

“We are all healing,” Gabriel next said, and smiled again. “Your heart is still beating, is it not?”

Y/N stared for a few moments, caught in the act. Eyes meeting Daryl’s for a moments, she removed her fingers from her neck, and inclined her head at the reverend. “What about yours?” she asked softly.

“Still beating. And that’s the proof,” he assured her just as softly. “Y/N, as for the way you understand your actions and your emotions toward him as not being right, I would like you to take it as a comforting sign. And, you just handed over a weapon you plainly wanted to keep concealed, you didn’t use said weapon to hurt Negan, either,” he pointed out, for which Daryl was grateful. “Perhaps, if you begin to make excuses, begin to feel no sense of having done wrong when you have, I will worry.”

Weirdly enough, he next grinned up at the ceiling. “But I am not, because you are simply broken and in need of healing. You’ll get there, as will I,” he held his hand out to the room. “As will your brother, your husband. All of us.” He sighed. “So long as our hearts are still beating.”

Daryl looked back at his wife in time to see her bit her wobbling lip and nod. Her gaze turned to Rick with the baby. He was kissing TJ’s scrawny little feet.

Her face softened seeing them, and as Daryl’s stomach fluttered again, she turned to look at him. His stomach full-on did a happy flip (and, yeah, he lost his grip on the necklace’s broken link and dropped it).

Y/N said to Rick, “Well, we still need to show ’em that Alexandria—that you—are accountable and fair. How many nights will do, you think?”

Rick shook his head. “Zero. But, because you have a point and won't take 'zero' as an answer,” he quickly added, “how about one?”

“For a piggy, you’re actin’ awful chicken.”

He was unmoved by the cop joke. “Bawk, bawk.”

And Y/N laughed, for what it was worth. And it was worth everything, hot damn was that laugh the best sound.

Daryl figured he might as well check, “What about bail, that still a thing?”

“Not with you owing a whole dollar. That’ll take weeks to pay off,” she said, back to doing her best to lighten up things. He loved her so fucking much, goddamn.

“Supervision when outside the cell,” she stated to Rick.

He shook his head again. “I have a better sentence in mind. When I saw you wearing Lori’s belt earlier today, it reminded me of it. See, and you left this at the infirmary.” He reached into his jacket pocket.

Recognition swept across her face when he held it out. “Do you think he’ll feel safe?”

“The headphone cord is too thin to choke him with, it’d snap.”

“Ricky, that joke was very dark,” she lightly chided.

He squinted, kissing TJ’s feet one more time first. “I hereby sentence you to one night—”

“—Three.”

“One in lock-up,” he spoke over her, then was fast to tack on, “with Daryl and this one as guards.” He motioned to the baby.

"Women shouldn't have male guards," she dryly droned.

"Overruled. You'll also get supervised outings for your duties tomorrow and the day after, including the trip to the Hilltop for Maggie’s prenatal visit. And,” he held up the music player, “you’ll need to listen to music with Siddiq on this. We know it works.” He cocked his head. “Let’s start with 20 minutes per day, like you and I had.”

Some tears slipped out even though she was smiling. She mouthed I love you to him, then asked out loud, “How many days?”

Rick squinted. “Fourteen.”

---------------------------

You

“You pick the songs. Whatever you like,” you told him, staring at the photo and rubbing the ‘22’ pendant over your lips. Daryl fixed the chain for you shortly after you’d broken it. You really love him.

Sid accepted the mp3 player out of your hand.

You and he each had one earbud in, one apple beside you, and Michonne sat nearby with Judith. Supervision was your stipulation, yet being proactive about ensuring it had done nothing for how humiliating it was.

Still, you took an objective look and figured Siddiq should know that his safety mattered, that your people were fair and held themselves to standards.

Just looking around the place, it looked as if standards were a given here. That Alexandria’s power grid and some panels were already repaired within three weeks of Negan’s razing was almost unbelievable.

Sucks for the Saviors Cult that the community had been built to withstand up to magnitude 4.1 earthquakes and be fairly fire-safe as part of its self-sustaining (and for-politicians) model, so in the least, a good number of the homes were still standing.

Carl's gazebo was another story, as were other similar structures, like the church, but the ash had been washed off by the rain, and the communities' walls were back up.

Next to you, Siddiq asked you how to work the mp3, citing, “Carl had been the one to…”

Had been the one to work it when he borrowed it to visit you out there, in order to show you some kindness. Before he got himself bit because of you.

The words festered inside of you. Whatever. Let them fester, you felt dead anyway.

As you went to point to show him, the picture hung from your outstretched, bandaged hand. The pic you'd chosen this time was another older one from the before-times, not one of the newer polaroids. You'd been the one to take it, actually, using a disposable camera about five and a half, maybe six years ago.

It was blurry, Lori and Carl had been being silly and stopped posing, Rick was mid-comment. You loved this one.

It felt so unreal now, felt fake.

Felt dead.

You checked your pulse. Still beating.

“The, um, just use-use those two buttons there for up and down to search,” you mumbled, tucking the photograph into your shirt pocket. “That one is for back, that one for options. Press down on the middle to click.”

He went huh. “Here’s the Indian music playlist,” he chuckled. Appears he’d found the Desi Party! playlist. Carl told you he’d played it for him.

Before he’d gotten fucking bitten.

How could your heart rage and ache so much if you were dead?

“It’s got all sorts on it,” you replied blankly to Siddiq. Remembering your oldest sister who’d made all the playlists before handing her mp3 down to you, it felt like she was made up. Felt like everyone was made up, fake. Dead.

“My mother was a big filmi fan,” he shared.

But you simply repeated, “Pick to whatever you like, you’re in charge of the songs.”

There was no emotion in your voice. You didn’t want to chat with him, didn’t want to nerd out about Bollywood music, and also didn’t want to face him after saying such awful things to him early today.

Hating him felt right. It felt "deserved," which is a word you'd learned to not use, thanks to Dale.

Granted, hating Siddiq felt wrong, too, which invited shame to take a seat on your lap.

So, you followed the rev’s advice and took comfort in the shame because it meant your conscience was still ordered in a good direction. It meant you weren’t fully dead yet.

You checked your pulse again to remind yourself that it was still beating. Life was still going.

Father Gabriel had also told you that feeling dead didn’t make you a bad mother or a bad wife or bad person, it simply meant you were broken and grieving.

“Y/N?”

“What?” you growled — and immediately wished it hadn’t come out that way. In your head, you told Carl you were sorry, you’d do better next time. Then, you prayed to stop hating the sight of Siddiq, the sound of his voice. Wished Dale or Hershel or T-Dog or Deanna or Denise or Sasha were there for, for—advice, support, you don’t know…

And because the rev has enough on his plate and needs to rest, maybe later you’d risk everyone’s ire and sneak away to visit Mr. Jones at the junkyard. At least he wasn’t dead yet, too. Maybe visiting him would convince him to move back to Alexandria.

“I never apologized for pulling you backward like that,” Siddiq said to you, a little short. Couldn’t blame him.

In truth, you had done all you were going to do to Negan after smacking him the once, but Sid wouldn’t have known that. Wouldn’t have known how grabbing you like that would flip an alarm, either.

No use moping, if your positions were reversed, you’d have wrangled him back, too.

And yet, you just caught yourself licking your teeth and sneering in response to his apology.

But it wasn’t out of anger or hatred so much as…you still aren’t certain what the emotion was. Grief, depression, shame, all three. You supposed it didn’t make a difference. Didn’t feel like much of anything.

Briefly, you put two fingers to your neck to check your pulse again. Still beating. Still alive.

Alive, and needing to eat some crow, as it were.

“Don’t apologize, you were protectin’ our patient. What I did was wrong,” you recited. “I-I threatened a patient and then whacked him across the face.” Your conscience then prompted you to apologize again for what you’d said to him. “And, just—Siddiq, what I said to you was bullshit and lies and m'sorry I said it. Cruel bullshit, naught else. Don’t go believing a word of it.”

He wasn’t clicking through the playlists and songs anymore.

Appearing uncomfortable, he peeked at you before he put his attention back on the mp3. “Michonne said pulling you like that was a trigger, which is why you, um…I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t know.”

First, you relaxed your jaw. “Ain’t your job to know. It’s mine to learn past it.” Next, you spackled on something of a smile and added quietly, “It’s good that you, that you stepped in. Thank you.” You did mean it, for what it was worth.

How many minutes until the twenty was up, you wondered, and tried to not be obvious about checking the time on your wrist. Eyeing Michonne, she seemed more preoccupied with Judith than with being punctual regarding your penance/sentence.

“PTSD is serious. That’s why I’m sorry, I, um,” Siddiq faltered. He went back to clicking through the music choices.

“We all have at least a little PTSD, bud.” With a light nudge to try and convey camaraderie or something, you attempted to tease, “C'mon, you chosen at least one song, yet?”

“Sorry, let me just, uh…” and with a few more clicks, the first song started. It was Bohemian Rhapsody.

“You chose the playlist ‘Songs Everyone Likes.’”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, figured I couldn’t go wrong with that one.”

The memory of belting out this song with Carl, Glenn, Beth, and Maggie before your group even found the prison whooshed back and you started to smile—until you remembered that Carl was gone now. He was dead.

You’d forgotten all of that for hot second, but your Carl was dead. So was Glenn. So was Beth. So was Lori, who'd joined, so was T-Dog, so was...

Maybe you were dead, too. You felt dead—so, you pressed your fingers to your neck to feel for a pulse.

Still beating.

The lyrics of the song began to register. You know, the early parts like ‘I don’t wanna die,’ and ‘carry on, as if nothing really matters.’ Sounded a little too personal, tell you the truth.

And just like that, the song was skipped. You glanced at Siddiq.

He shook his head. “Not the right mood for it.”

“Mm.”

The intro to the next song in the shuffle was very bouncy, and ‘Dance to the Music’ started to jive through the earbuds. You didn’t sway along like you naturally would have. No urge to.

The song played, finished.

“First time I heard this was in Shrek,” Siddiq made small talk while munching on his apple. “Love that movie.”

You might’ve hummed in acknowledgment, you aren’t sure. He handed your apple to you, you took it. Held it.

The next song started, ‘Young Hearts Run Free.’

The song played, finished.

Siddiq made more small talk. “I remember that one in Romeo + Juliet, the one with, um, Leo DiCaprio. We watched that version in high school after we finished reading it.”

You hummed again. Pressed your fingers to your wrist, just in case. But no, your heart was still beating.

The next song started, ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash.’

“A lot of oldies,” he commented once the singing began. He took the final nibble off his apple.

“But goodies,” you responded, willing yourself to sound less stiff and monotone. “Modern stuff is on this playlist, too, don’t worry.”

The song played. Finished.

The next song started. ‘Another One Bites the Dust.’ Siddiq promptly skipped it once the refrain started and the lyrics sank in.

“Good call,” you grunted.

The next song started. ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.’

“Oh n—please skip this one, too." You loved that one, but you’d queued it up for Glenn at his and Maggie’s wedding, and it was not the time to go reminiscing. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Checked your pulse. Still beating. "Please skip 'Thunderstruck' if it comes on, too?”

The mp3 player clicked as Siddiq skipped the song. Next on the shuffle was ‘Under Pressure.’

He adjusted his seat and coughed. “This one fits.”

A combination sigh/groan was your contribution, because he was right. The two of you were the only doctors major medical personnel left standing.

The song played. Siddiq’s knees and wrists bounced to the rhythm where he sat beside you. You stared at your boots. Where’d all the soot and dirt on them and your clothes come from, you couldn’t remember…

…

It was when a strong gust of cold wind blew that you noticed that the music had stopped, your earbud was out, and the sky wasn’t as cloudy anymore.

When did that happen?

You sat up and blinked a few times, your apple still in one hand, Shane’s necklace in the other.

“Hey,” you heard Siddiq call.

What, why were your cheeks wet? “S-sorry, I,” you dropped the necklace, wiped your eyes with your sleeve, and put the apple down, “must’ve, um, checked out.”

“I’m not sure how long it was after it began when I noticed the change,” he let you know. “Is…this what happened earlier?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Earlier was somethin’ else. This was just—” ‘Dissociation,’ was a misunderstood word, so Denise taught you. And you didn’t want to use the word for that reason.

You really wanted to keep a shred of dignity for yourself in the eyes of that guy. He didn’t even know that you’d hurt yourself when you’d ‘blacked out’ the other day…so, you decided upon a white lie highly euphemistic layman's term. “I spaced out.”

He nodded, but his brows sunk, as if he weren’t buying it.

And when he did that thing where someone slightly opens their mouth because they’ve put together a response, you changed the subject. “Listen to anythin’ good while I was in space?”

Siddiq wasn’t swayed. “Do you still feel detached?”

“A little,” you answered truthfully, breathing deep and checking your watch to try gauging how long you’d been out. Except, you had no recollection of what time it had been earlier, so it was a bust. God save you, you were a mess.

“Sid. I’m sorry you’re trapped dealin’ with this shit, it ain’t fair to you. If, if you wanna bounce early, don’t feel obligated to stay, and, and—like, if you don’t wanna do this whole music thing, it’s fine. W-we don’t want you feelin’ unsafe.”

“Unsafe? Y/N, I…” he paused. “I forgive you for what you said earlier. And I’m not scared of you. Hitting Negan wasn’t okay, but…” another pause. “Compared to the way most others are baying for his blood and how you defended saving his life, I mean—you helped me save him, Y/N—” He lifted his hands, palms to the sky. “You’re my friend, we work together, it’s not like I can’t see that you’re drowning.”

Nothing prepared you to hear that.

He was calling you a friend and was still trying to be understanding, after all that…

You wanted to slam your head on a hard, rough surface and cry from the shame and simultaneous relief. You also didn’t want to accept it, and so pushed back: “You were alone out there too long. Friends d-don’t tell friends they wish they were dead.” And mean it, you did not confess.

But of all things, he merely raised one shoulder and snorted. “I’m a really good friend?”

Tears spilled at the same time that you almost laughed. No, it's true, you almost laughed. Things felt a little unreal again, but in not a bad way. The most you could do right then was send up thanks for the mercy that came out of the mess. You pinched your wrist first, then felt for your pulse.

“Compared to a few minutes ago, do you feel more like yourself now?” Siddiq made sure.

Huh. You used to ask Shane a very similar question, when he was forgetting his goodness.

You kept feeling the small beats at your wrist, reminding you that you were indeed alive, therefore capable of healing and growth.

“Heart’s still beating,” you sniffled, making yourself smile at him. The hatred and disgust you’d felt earlier seemed to you less like a fact and more like a bad dream.

Then, from the far right of the oak tree, you heard Aaron’s voice saying, “Not yet, man, they’ve got four minutes left.”

Aaron and Daryl then came into view. They waved to you as they walked by with the babies, another reminder that you that you weren’t fully dead inside. Gracie was in a stroller, TJ was bundled in Daryl’s arms. Your husband lingered behind, eyes on you as he absently pecked a kiss to your baby’s covered head.

Something stirred, and your chest fluttered and tugged in their direction, reminding you again that your heart was still beating. So was Maggie’s, so was her and Glenn’s baby’s, so was Rick’s, so was Aaron’s. Life was still going. You had a child, a husband; lifelines. Their hearts were still beating, too.

The unexpected wink and the way Daryl’s gaze softened as he looked at you made you feel as if you’d been freezing and someone just handed you a cup of cocoa with mini marshmallows. The way he next moved his lips to pronounce ‘troublemaker,’ however, you ought to have seen coming a mile away.

The heaviness in your body eased a bit. A smile started prodding the corners of your mouth. Shyly, you returned the wave and mouthed ‘mangy hick,’ your wrist bumping against the photograph sticking from your shirt pocket.

Aaron noticed him acting like a dope lagging and gestured for him to keep up. “Four more minutes and we’ll come back to get her.”

Daryl called out "slowpoke," and waved your baby’s little arm to the two of you as they walked away. He kept peeking behind him, too, it warmed you. When they reached far enough, you once again took the photograph out from your pocket.

With a final peek at Carl’s picture, you sent up a prayer and reaffirmed the promise that you’d made to him. That you’d live for him, do him proud.

So long as your heart was still beating, you’d try to do him proud. “Seems you and I got four more minutes, Sid. What’ll we pick?”

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[frangipanilove]

Blue Bird Symbolism and the number 101

I wasn’t the only one struck by all the parallels between Rick, Beth and Daryl in TWDDD 1x1 L’ame Perdue. @galadrieljones’ addition to this already excellent post by @angelthefirst1 really highlighted the similarities of the imagery, and I have thoughts on why this is.

In the opening scenes of TWDDD season 1 episode 1, we see this:

An unconcious Daryl, floating on top of an overturned (later I’ll come to describe it as inverted) dinghy. We first see him from below the water’s surface, suggesting there’s heavy “underworld” themes present.

Likewise, in the first scene of the main series, we saw Rick wake up from his unconscious state. He had been put there because of a car chase gone wrong, there had been a "third shooter", emerging here from an overturned (inverted) car.

And interestingly, the inverted car from which the unexpected third man emerged, had licence plates, which in its inverted state, could be read as 508X, which interestingly happens to be the episode when Beth "died" (but not really) namely 5x8 Coda.

Rick was put in hospital by a shooter emerging from an overturned (inverted) car. Daryl washed up onto French shores on top of an overturned (inverted) dinghy, and Beth "died" (but not really) after staying in a hospital run by police officers in an episode that was forshadowed by the licence plate of the overturned (inverted) car that caused Ricks near death experience, because of the unexpected third shooter.

What’s going on with these themes of inverted vessels? And what does it have to do with Blue Bird symbolism and the number 101?

One of the main reasons for why I jumped wholeheartedly into TD back in the day was what I’ve since come to refer to as "Noah’s T-Shirt Theory" . The short version is that I developed a theory based on a special placement of Noah’s T-shirt in relation to other objects in a scene from 5x? Try. I already knew his T-shirt was important, due to the stylized heron. We last saw this particular heron in a scene from 4x12 Still, where Beth and Daryl make they way through the "underworld" landscape of the abandoned golf club in Still. It was later confirmed on TTD that the imagery was based on the nine circles of hell by Dante. This is important, as we’ll discuss "underwolrd themes later. I’ve also discussed in relation to 10x18 Find Me, and I often refer to it as "The Realm of the Dead". More on that later.

In 4x12 Still, Beth and Daryl make their way through the underworld landscape of the Pine Vista Golf Club club. As they come out through the labyrinth, they walk past a painting by John James Audubon called Blue Heron. As they pass it, Beth exclaims "We made it"!

We later meet Noah, we learn that he wears a t-shirt with a stylized heron and the words “one one”. He later dies. When we in 5x15 Try saw Michonne hold up Noah’s T-shirt against the backdropp of a drawing of an octopus, I theorized that perhaps this was a hidden clue to episode 8x2. I wondered if we would see something related to the blue heron, something related to resurrection in some way shape or form, which sound incredibly dumb and massively like reaching for straws….

except I was right . We did see a heron.

In a split second shot in episode 8x2 The Damned, we saw an identical blue heron painting behind rick. It was a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of thing, but it was there. The Blue Heron painting from Still had a direct correlation to Noah's T-shirt, which again foreshadowed the Blue Heron painting in 8x2.

For me, this has always been one of my main reasons for believing in the possibility that perhaps Beth did survive after Coda, and it remains to this day a crucial part of all my theories.

Why am I going on about this again, when I’ve already written about it excessively?

Because Episode 8x2 The Damned was series number 101.

I usually format episode numbers like this: 1x1

but you could also say "one one"……

...like it said on Noah's T-shirt.

In the Maggie-Negan spin off TWD: Dead City we finally got the answer to something I’ve been curious about for a long time.

In TWD: Dead City 1x5, Stories We Tell Ourselves, tptb finally confirmed how we’re supposed to interpret the “one one” of Noah’s t-shirt. We see Negan and the Marshall seek refuge in a yellow school bus. We were given clear view of the Blue Bird logo and the number 101 several times. This is something I've been tracking ever since the days of developing Noah's T-shirt theory. We've seen many yellow school buses over the years. Some have been of the Blue Bird brand, others have been more non-descript, and we have certainly never seen anything quite so demonstrantive obvious like what we saw in TWDDC 1x5.

They had Negan pose in front of the Blue Bird logo and the 101 sign for far too long for it to be a coincidence, this is the type of filming that's meant to showcase symbolism language.

And, because I have no self control, I'll include another reason for why the blue bird symbolism combined with the 101 = 8x2 is so exiting. Remember this red fire engine? Last seen in Coda under the most tragic of circumstances?

It says "82" there on the door, although it doesen't show up very well on this picture. That's Engine 82, my friends. 82, a reference to episode 8x2 The Damned, in which we saw the Blue Heron painting again. The painting first seen in 4x12 Still, as Beth exlaimed "We made it". And yes, the painting forshadowed by Noah's T-shirt.

So why is it a big deal that the blue heron symbolism and the numbers 101 are meant to be read together? And what does any of this have to do with Daryl making landfall on a Mediterranean beach like he’s Aphrodite incarnate?

And how does any of this relate to Beth?

In my opinion, the numbers 101, or "one one" refer to episode 1x1 Days Gone By.

1x1 is the first episode of the entire franchise, where we get introduced to the universe and its main character Rick. This is where we learn the whole premise of the show, which is literally about waking up from the dead. We see Rick wake up in a hospital, he has been left for dead, and he wakes up to a world where everything is turned upside down and the dead are walking the earth.

Of course we later see Beth wake up in a eeringly similar manner at Grady, and now, after TWD: Daryl Dixon 1x1 L’ame Perdue, we can add Daryl to this list.

And let's appreciate how the numbers 101, or "one one", or simply 1x1 are involved in all these "awakenings". Rick woke up in the main show episode 1 of season 1, or 1x1, or 101, or "one one".

Daryl woke up in his spin off series, episode 1 of season 1, or 1x1, or 101, or "one one".

Beth woke up in Slabtown, which is the episode where she sacrificed her own freedom so Noah could escape, which in turn meant he could later run into Daryl and Carol, and lead them to reunite with Beth. All while wearing a T-shirt with a stylized version of the blue heron and the numbers "one one".

My hypothesis is that the numbers "one one" on Noah’s T-shirt along with the stylized heron is a reference to Rick waking up in the hospital in 1x1.

In this post from a few years ago I talk about the blue clue symbolism that imo surrounds Beth and Rick. I won’t discuss all that here but the gist of it is that the blue primarily can be understood as a reference to Rick, a police officer (police = blue). Again, Beth is surrounded by the same symbolism because she was named the "new sheriff in town",

plus she literally woke up at a hospital controlled by police officers.

Daryl, who woke up in a similar way in France, actually did work as a police officer at the Commonwealth, plus he now wears a “uniform” made of a tarp turned poncho.

And where we've seen both Beth and Rick near paintings of Blue Herons, we've seen Daryl like this:

This is from TWD 9x6 Who Are You Now. We hear Michonne's voice talking about keeping the hope alive and never giving up, while Daryl has this brief encounter with the Blue Bird symbolism. Now Daryl is in France, and the promo posters tells us that "Hope Is Not Lost".

The bird is an Eastern Bluebird, Sialia Sialis, this is what they look like:

The Inverted Symbolism

About those "underworld" themes I mentioned earlier. Imo the entire show takes place in the liminal space between the Realms of The Dead and The Living. It should come as no surprise that there’s plenty of underworld symbolism happening. Imo both episodes Still and Alone has a particularly eerie quality about them, it was as though the veil between the worlds was particularly thin in those two episode. The infamous episode 10x18 Find Me had the same type of vibe. The borders between the realms were particularly burry.

When Daryl washes ashore on top of an overturned (inverted) boat in 1x1 L'ame Perdue, it suggests that the underworld symbolism is in full swing.

In Slabtown, we saw a painting of St. Peter. As I discuss in this post, the cross of St.Peter is an inverted cross, there's even a famous Carravaggio painting depicting St. Peter crucified on an inverted cross.

In the same post I also discuss the inverted Bottichelli painting "The Birth Of Venus" that we see in WTDCK fro season three, an episode in which @angelthefirst1 so brilliantly broke down the symbolism and how it related to Find Me. I also discuss the Venus symbolism, how it relates to the Sirius symbolism (spoiler: they're synonymous), and how both Venus and Sirius are known as Morningstars.

Daryl used a Morningstar weapon for the first time in TWD 10x11 Morningstar, and he wasted no time "borrowing" a morningstar weapon from the "killer nuns" in TWD.DD 1x1.

See what I did there? TWD 10x11 Morningstar refers to the Sirius/Venus symbolism. It was forshadowed by Daryl's scars, which can be read as roman numerals X II, or 10x11, or like I explained above, 10 "one one".

So he got himself another Morningstar weapon in episode in TWDDD 1x1, or 101, or "one one"...

And because repetition is how we learn: Sirius symbolism (and therfore also Venus symbolism) is about "returns", or "resurrections", if you will. You could also call it "rebirth", like in the case of Venus from the Botticelli painting, Venus, in a sea shell vessel, washes ashore, reborn from the foam of the ocean waves...

Kind of like Daryl….?

Sirius is the star that disappears from the night sky for some time, before it returns before dawn (or like in Beth’s case, where she literally woke up before Dawn Lerner, the police officer in charge at Grady).

The Sirius symbolism is tied into the blue bird and the “101-1x1-one one” symbolism through Rick being the original Sirius character. "Seriously" was among the very first words spoken in the entire TWDU franchise, chronologically speaking. We saw that in a flashback in 1x1 Days Gone By, when we learn the backstory of why Rick ended up in the hospital in the first place. He was the first character to "die", only to "resurrect" and go on to be reunited with his family. That is what the entire show ultimately is all about. "Death", "resurrection" “rebirth” and reunion with loved ones. All of this happened to Rick first, and the symbolism we see around him we also see around other characters that undergo similar arcs, like Beth. And like Daryl.

In my Louvre post from last year I talk about the many parallels to the book and film The Da Vinci Code. In TDVC, the final revelation is that Mary Magdalene's tomb is hidden beneath the inverted pyramid under the glass pyramid outside the Louvre. TD has been discussing the parallels with TDVC for the last seven years, since we saw Daryl study a relief depicting The Last Supper, one of Leonado Da Vinci's masterpieces in season 5. After he had "lost" Beth, but before she "died". And now we're getting spoiler pics like this one:

There's literally an inverted glass pyramid undreneath this one, just saying. It looks like this:

And if that’s not enough, @wdway recently made me aware of something I had completely missed, that Laurent, the Messiah boy tasked with the revival of humanity (no pressure, Laurent), is actually 11 years old…

Next week’s episode will be called Alouette, apparently French for “Lark”… The bird symbolism continues. It’s worth noting that “Lark” was Madison’s “Padre” name. Madison of course is no stranger to the “blue” symbolism, as I’ve explained in my post about the blue clues that I linked to above. She also notably “came back” from the dead, or “resurrected” if you will, after she was thought to have died at the fire at the Diamond Stadium in FTWD. I can think of other characters that's also surrounded by blue birds and diamonds...

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Like One Of Your French Girls

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Negan walks in on you drawing and asks you to draw him.

Warnings: Strong language, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, choking, unprotected sex.

A/N: Before you read this, I just want to stress that I'm still learning when it comes to writing smut so if it's not great then I apologise. But personally, I actually quite like this one so I hope you enjoy! :)

You were barely aware of your surroundings as you stood in front of your canvas, carefully dragging the pencil across it.

In fact, you were so absorbed in your artwork that you didn't even notice Negan come up behind you until you felt his fingers brushing along your hips.

You shuddered underneath his touch, turning around to look at him.

"Hey beautiful." He smirked, pulling you closer to him.

You smiled. "Hey."

"I had no idea you were into drawin' and shit."

"Yeah well you don't know a lot about me Negan."

"You any good?" He asked you, leaning closer to you.

"I don't think I'm particularly bad."

"Could you draw me?" He asked, giving you a smirk as he teased his hand along your inner thigh. "All of me?"

"I suppose I could." You breathed out, suddenly feeling very hot at the suggestion.

He just flashed you a grin before stepping away from you, quickly stripping his clothes and laying out on the couch in front of you. "Draw me like one of your french girls, (y/n)."

You struggled to keep your composure as you returned to the canvas, swapping it out for a fresh one and proceeding to attempt to draw Negan.

You tried to ignore the heat pooling between your legs as you dragged the pencil over the canvas, unable to stop staring at Negan's cock as he laid out on the couch.

"Gotta stay focused sweetheart." Negan hummed, a wicked smirk on his face as he looked over at you. He knew what he was doing, and you struggled to have restraint as you continued to focus on the drawing.

You probably only managed a faint outline before you dropped your pencil and walked over to Negan, immediately kneeling down to come face to face with his cock.

"Woah hey, what do you think you're doing?" Negan said sternly, lifting up off the couch a little to look down at you.

"Let's just say I'm...getting a feel for the subject." You smirked before wrapping your hand around his length, making him inhale sharply at the touch.

"Well in that case." He groaned, looking down at your hand wrapped around his cock. "Don't let me get in your way."

You began to move your hand over his length a few times, before bringing it back up to swipe your thumb over his tip, making him squirm under your touch.

"Am I doing good?" You asked, smiling up at him as you continued to pump him with your hand.

He nodded, tilting his head back slightly. "Fuck yeah."

You continued your caress over his length before finally leaning down to lick the tip, making him shudder beneath you.

You released him and proceeded to leave a trail of kisses over his thighs, making your way back up to his swollen cock.

He moaned when you finally closed your mouth over his tip, sucking slightly before taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck darlin'." Negan groaned, reaching down to grip the back of your head.

He pushed you further down his length, making you gag a little when his tip reached the back of your throat.

"That's right." He smirked. "Take my cock like a good girl."

His hand pushing on your head only spurred you on as you began to bob your head up and down on his lap, making sure to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock as you moved.

You felt his hips jerk up into you when you swiped your tongue over his tip before pushing yourself back down.

You continued your movements over him before almost pulling completely off of him, sucking him hard enough to draw another moan out of him.

"Shit." He groaned, pushing your head back down him as he began thrusting himself into your mouth.

You gripped onto his thighs whilst you let him roughly fuck your mouth and after a few hard thrusts, you felt him twitch inside your mouth before you felt his load hit the back of your throat.

When he let go of your head, you pulled off of him, swallowing before wiping your mouth and standing up.

"Well damn, I think you definitely got a feel for the subject." Negan grinned, turning to sit forward so he could look up at you.

"I'm not done yet." You breathed out, proceeding to slowly remove your clothing in front of him.

You hooked your fingers under the hem of your shirt, gently lifting it up your body before slipping it over your head, dropping it to the floor beside you.

You saw how he watched you intently whilst you started to unbutton your jeans, attempting to seductively push the material down your legs as you kept eye contact with him.

"Damn, you're really givin' me a show."

"Like what you see?" You asked him, walking over in your underwear to straddle him.

He gave you an enthusiastic nod as his hands reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. And you gasped when he ducked down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking slightly before moving onto the other one.

Heat was pooling at your core and you struggled to keep still when you felt his hardened dick against your clothed cunt.

It didn't take long for his fingers to dip under the waistband of your panties, carefully slipping them down your thighs. You lifted yourself off him slightly so he could pull the material off your body and when you lowered back down on him, you moaned at the feel of his bare cock brushing between your thighs.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your chest, and you gasped when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance. You clung to him when he slipped two fingers inside you. He pumped you a few times before flipping you over onto your back, removing his fingers and sucking them clean with a smirk.

He dipped his head down to attach his lips to your neck, leaving lazy kisses across your skin.

"I don't think I can wait to have my dick inside you." He mumbled against your neck. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he bucked into you.

"Then don't wait." You whispered, just as desperate as he was to have him inside you.

He pulled back then, gently pressing his lips to yours before pushing himself inside. You both groaned into each other's mouths at the sensation of him stretching you.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He breathed against your ear, your mouth now pressed against his shoulder.

He stayed in place for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size and when he finally moved, you moaned, your back arching off the couch. "Jesus Christ Negan!"

"This is the best damn art session I've ever had." He chuckled, pulling almost all the way out of you before sliding back in.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders when he started to thrust deeper inside you, burying himself. And when he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat, you groaned in pleasure.

"Harder." You demanded, desperate for more friction as he slapped his hips up against yours, his fingers tightening around your throat. "Harder!"

"As you wish." He smirked as he pounded into you harder, making your head hit the arm of the couch with every thrust.

"God!" You panted, desperately clawing at his back as he continued to ram into you, his dick beginning to hit that special spot deep inside you. "Fuck!"

It didn't take long for the heat to begin pooling in your belly and you threw your head back at the immense pleasure that was coursing through your body. Your mind grew hazy as he continued to forcefully push himself into you, his hand still wrapped tightly around your throat.

When Negan sped up his thrusts, slamming into you at a bruising pace, you let out a strangled moan as you dug your fingernails into his back, coaxing a low groan from him.

His fingers tightened slightly around your throat and after a few more heavy thrusts, the fire finally exploded in your belly. You moaned loudly, screwing your eyes shut as Negan continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

His grip loosened on your neck as he leaned down to place a sloppy kiss on your lips, his mouth staying against yours as he groaned, your pussy clenching around him.

"Shit." He whispered breathlessly as his dick twitched inside you.

He pushed deep inside you one more time before you felt him fill you with his release, a loud moan leaving his lips as he collapsed on top of you.

"Fuck." He breathed out, pushing himself off of you so he could sit up.

You sat up slightly, grinning at him. "So much for the drawing huh."

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#negan smut #negan #negan x reader smut #negan x reader #negan x fem!reader #negan x y/n #negan oneshot #negan oneshots #negan imagine #negan imagines #negan fanfic #negan fanfiction #negan twd #negan smith #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead oneshot #the walking dead fanfic #twd #twd fanfiction #twd oneshot #twd fanfic #jeffrey dean morgan

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LISTEN

We've been rewatching The Walking Dead from the prison onward and have just made it past S7E01 and I am SO DEEP IN MY RICKYL FEELINGS this has not happened in so long but man. You just cannot watch this show without getting the vibes straight up in your face. I can't.

This is so nostalgic. @twdobsessive @marooncamaro @jeromesankaraao3 @1lostone @serenalunera

Yes, this is because of the spinoffs. We've finished the Maggie and Negan one and have been waiting for all the eps of The Ones Who Live to be released in France to binge. We've only watched the first ep of Daryl—it's hard for us Frenchies to handle so much Frenchness in our Walking Dead 😂.

BUT RICKYL MY GOD I HAVE MISSED YOU

#the walking dead #marie rambles #trip down memory lane #yes the “alexandria” part of my username is for TWD im not an egypt nerd altho that'd have been neat 😂 #my god #rickyl #rick grimes × daryl dixon #my feelings are everywhere

[smoqueen]

What made you pick up french grandpa?

looked cool, i like weapons, tried a few characters day 1 but he had some pretty familiar tools. his df2 is basically negan’s df2 but a bit smaller, his ff2 is like a SUPER STRONG df2, he has a really good “quick draw” stance (iai) that either forces fun (but simple) mixes, or can be used for neutral bait, like negan’s int stance

then i started playing him a little deeper and got familiar with his safe mids, which are pokes that can lead into pressure. he is a pretty cool character with clear offense and defense gameplan, clear weaknesses, etc.

i’m still shopping for a secondary

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ about me and my account!🍒

🎀masterlist<3

-my name is loane and i’m 18!! i’m french, i’m sorry for any mistakes :( and my fav color is pink!!<3

• my favorites movies/shows:

- the walking dead

- young sheldon

- marvel

- conjuring

-saw

• my favorites artists:

- kanye west

- tyler the creator

- frank ocean

- drake

- billie eilish

• my favorites videos games:

- the last of us

- resident evil

- dead by daylight

- until dawn

• for who i will write:

twd:

- negan smith

- rick grimes

- daryl dixon

marvel:

-bucky barnes

-loki laufeyson

saw:

-mark hoffman

the last of us:

-abby anderson

resident evil:

-carlos oliveira

-leon s. kennedy

i will also post mood board!!💕

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#bucky barnes x reader #abby anderson x reader #loki x reader #mike schimdt x reader #the walking dead #marvel #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #resident evil #saw franchise #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria x reader #mark hoffman x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #negan x reader

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel ATLCon 2023

The boys are looking handsome wearing blue, and red 🥰

Jared brings up the Saturday night concert and asks the crowd if it was thumbs up or thumbs down, then he shares a quick story about how when he was in High School the movie, Gladiator, came out and his Latin teacher was pissed off because in the movie the Emperor gives a thumbs up to mean mercy and thumbs down to mean death but according to Jared's teacher realistically it would be the opposite thumbs up for death and thumbs down for mercy because it's supposed to be a representation of the sword.

Out of curiosity, I did look this up and while some kind of hand gesture involving the thumb was used scholars can't say definitively what this looked like because writers at the time didn't really describe it, and if they did we seemingly have yet to find their writings. So there's a lot of scholarly debate as to what these gestures actually looked like and meant in Roman times. The popular idea that thumbs down was involved and meant death is attributed to an 1872 painting by French artist, Jean-Léon Gérôme, called Pollice Verso which depicts a gladiator asking for his life while the crowd gives a thumbs down. And that's your history lesson for today now back to our scheduled programming! 😅

Getting back to the panel, Jared mentions that there were times that were never printed where Dean would do an exorcism and Jensen would fumble on purpose, and Jared knew he did this on purpose and he would tell Jensen so and Jensen's reply would basically be 'yeah, but if I do it good they'll make me do it more, if i make it look like I can't do it they'll have Sam do it'.

And Jensen mentions what he called "his senior moment" which is that during the Saturday night concert he was singing Simple Man, and it's been so long since he sang it that he forgot the lyrics to the last verse. Backstage, prior to singing, he had the feeling this might happen because, again, it's been so long since he's sang it so the lyrics were printed out for him and placed in front of him on the floor but the font was too small for him to see them so when Jason Mann went over to him, he took his glasses and he said it was like the Matrix 😂

Getting into the questions, not gonna lie the first one is a weird one, but does Jensen remember the color of the belt and shoes he was wearing with the blue suit in his Man About Town UK photoshoot? He answers that he doesn’t think he had a belt on which gives us fangirl!Jared saying "easy access"...sir!

Anyways, Jensen thinks they were brown dress shoes. He says that in those photoshoots you walk in and there’s racks of clothing and generally a stylist and an assistant who will ask what you like, and he'll tell them that he doesn't know that they're the professionals so they just had him try stuff on and he wasn't really paying attention also he had like 12 outfit changes that afternoon which makes Jared mutter 'Jesus'. Jensen says that yeah, it was a lot that photoshoots are not their (his and Jared's) favorite thing to do, they're a necessary thing for their industry but he did have fun on that shoot. x

Out of all the famous horror movie villains which would be the hardest for Sam and Dean to face? Jared says it’s a name he can’t say aka Voldemort. Jensen says the easiest would be Michael cause he just stands there, that he's never understood how he catches people like does he get on like a segway. Jared mentions any villain Walking Dead, I wouldn't be too confident in that answer cause Negan but also I don't watch that show but I do know they've made some changes to the Walkers and they can open doors and climb shit now.

Jensen is still trying to figure out who would be the toughest, Jared tells him he'd go Star Wars or Harry Potter but those aren't horror movies. Someone in the crowd yells out Jason to which Jared replies he already beat Jason. The crowd also yells out Freddy Krueger but Jensen thinks Sam and Dean would have figured it out although he would be a tough one. x

Can they share any aspects of strain that their characters experienced that might have thought them something? Jared says that in his 15 and a half years on SPN he learned a lot, that it's hard for him to parse out what he learned with the help of Sam and what he learned with the help of Dean, and what he learned from the help of whomever. What he learned is that he went from being 22 to being 38 but he certainly learned that we are more capable than we understand, than we believe. That he loves stories of ultra marathon runners, or the one he was listening to recently on a podcast of a guy who trecked across Antartica. That those stories really inspire him cause sometimes when you're stressed about something and you go 'there's no way I'll figure this out' there's a little reminder in him to keep at it, and that as much as it is a cliche every thousand mile journey began with a single step. He felt that with Sam, and with Dean, and with the show so no matter how tired he is, no matter how emotionally or physically beat down he feels he just tries to keep on going forward.

Jensen says he'll echo what Jared said just slightly different view point. That both Dean and Sam, as his grandfather would say, when the good Lord made them he forgot to put the quit in them. They don't quit. And he can 100% be sure that Jared also has that in him as well and he feels confident he has some of that as well but it's because now they represent these characters that don't have quit in them that that he thinks drives them in their personal lives a little more than it would have had they never played these characters. x

How are the kids? Jared answers that theirs are good, that they finish school in May. That Shep just did a PSIA which is similar to the mathletes Jared did and he got like 4th on the district so he's a chip of the block, that Odette is still queen of the world as far as she knows, and Tom is kicking ass he's in sports and is doing well, that they're all safe and sound. Jensen says his are currently gallivanting around Europe with D, that they were at a museum today and she told him it was a total disaster. JJ is great, the twins however are 6 and very opinionated and if they don't like something- it reminds him of a story Ryan Gosling told about his little girl about how he took her to the Louvre and his little girl gave the museum a thumbs down that Arrow is like that, and that makes Jared share a story about when they were all in the Austin airport together last week on their way to Rome. They were supposed to have a 2hr layover in Atlanta but it ended up being around 5hrs so Jensen and D were trying to keep the kids awake and trying to think positive that maybe this is good cause they'll be more tired - at which point Jensen says that it was nice to have Uncle Jared stuck there with them (💕) - and when they were set to board Jared is standing with his rolling carry on and his backpack and he feels something push his carry on forward, when he looks behind him there's Arrow with her roller bag giggling evilly at him cause she wanted to play so he started to play with her. And then, at another point, he and Jensen had a little race with Arrow and Zep sitting on their carry on's, so Jensen has one of those aluminum rolling carry on's, the ones that you can sit on, and he was walking Arrow up and down on it but Zeppelin started complaining that it wasn't fair even though Jensen had spend a couple minutes already walking him up and down on the carry on too so Jensen looked at Jared and started signaling towards the kid, and Jared was like 'come here buddy' and put him on his bag and they had a little race through the airport. This is so cuuuute!!! I need y'all to go watch this moment for yourself cause it's an adorable story but also so you can see what the look was that Jensen gave Jared when he was asking for help with Zeppelin because it's such a help me with our kids look. x

Jensen had mentioned Lonesome Dove a while back but who would be Woodrow and who would be Augustus? Jensen feels like it's obvious, he would be Augustus and Jared would be Woodrow. Also, Jared mentions that the key makeup artist on Walker won the Emmy for makeup on Lonesome Dove! x

If they got a 60 sec ad in the Super Bowl what would it be about? Jensen goes "ha! you know how much money I just lost buying a 60 second ad?" Jared says that it would just be them crying, and Jensen says it would be an ad about how to stupidly spend your money 😂

Jared jokes his would be herpexia 🤣

The next fan read an article a couple years about how people think, some think in full sentences like a running monologue while others think in pictures and concepts, how do the boys think? Jared says he is absolutely the former. That he's either thinking solving the problems of the world in his head, or meow mix jingle, which he does part of, Jensen asks him if he sees things in text to which Jared replies yes, that he's thinking of the description of the visual more than the visual. Jensen also asks him what the recall looks like in his head when it comes to scripts, Jared replies that it flips in that case that when he's doing a scene he can see the script where the page turns, he doesn't have a photographic memory but he has a visual memory but that's for memorization if he's thinking about what he's gonna do later that day when he gets home he's not thinking about how it looks necessarily he's like making lists in his head.

Jensen says he would probably lean the other way, that when he memorizes a script at first he literally sees the page in his head and is reading lines which is largely why he can memorize lines that he's not even saying like he'll know what Jared's lines are he's basically reading the text in his head. And when talking about daily life if he's thinking about what he has to do when he gets home, he's visualising so if he's thinking about opening the door he sees that door and the dog going out, or thinking about getting the groceries he visualizes the grocery store and the aisle he has to go down.

Jared adds that a big day on Walker or SPN, a one hour episodic tv show, is like 8 pages, if you have an 8 page day you have a full day he thinks the most they've ever had was an 11 page day and that's kind of undoable unless you absolutely trust your director or is a lot of dialogue. He asks Jensen what's the most pages he's done in one day, Jensen answers 24 when he was on Days Of Our Lives that they usually shoot 60 pages a day. x

When the boys had a home ie the bunker was there anything they had to take with them from home or that they kept as a comfort thing when they had to go back on the road? Jared quips a flask. He also says he thinks they probably still had the cooler, he asks Jensen if he got legos or army men Jensen says he got all the weapons in the back. Jared says that when the show ended they had said the things they would love to have so their props department send them some things like motel cards, samulet, an army man and some legos so those are in safe keeping in his house.

The fan asks if Sam and Dean have any favorite driving games, someone in the crowd mentions punch buggies which Jensen says he calls slug bug which is when you slug someone when you see a bug car, and that that's probably what they played Jared says probably while the other one was asleep. Jensen also adds that there a couple of other things that they got from the set which they're not at liberty to talk about but the one thing he really wanted was Dean's two weapons of choice: his pistol and his sawed off shotgun. And that's a little trickier of a prop to take home and across the border because it's not a prop it's a firearm so instead what he did was he got a 1911 Colt .45, and he comissioned the craftsman in Van who had done the filigree engraving in Dean's gun to come out of retirement to do that filigree on the firearm that he bought, and he actually ended up using it in an episode just so he could say it was on tv. Then he did all the paperwork and sent it back home but the shotgun is ilegal if it's sawed off so he didn't think he'd be able to get it until he talked to his dad who told him that he tought his uncle had one and he did, he left it to Jensen when he passed so now his collection is complete. x

J2 Gold Panel Atlanta 2023

#j2 tinhat #jared almost fully send me down a rabbit hole with that whole thumbs up thumbs down thing #i was this close 🤏 to writing about how we might have gotten the thumbs up from europeans but also the involvement of the war #because pilots would give the thumbs up as a signal that they were ready for take off #noniwtv #mine

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Writer Tag

Thank you for tagging me, @kosmochlor and @saintmathieublanc<3

How many works do you have on AO3?

47 apparently.

What's your total AO3 word count?

469,180

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) Attack on Titan rated T fic, macro micro (it was part of the canon there lol), blind character element

2) Zinc Molybdate (rising star but very far behind #1)

3) Another Attack on Titan fic rated T. Anime fans are all under 18 I guess.

4) Negan/Rick mpreg lol. I abandoned it when TWD season 8 deeply disappointed me and hopefully that doesn't happen again with the current fandom D: (I don't think it will unless they do something truly idiotic like kill off Ryan in an inexplicable way)

5) The Selfish Gene

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes I do. It's the least I can do when someone takes the time to write something. Plus many of the comments are so thoughtful and sometimes helpful to the writing process. And I just enjoy responding.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Um. Probably an "original fic" set in the holocaust, unfortunately. I've written fics long ago where main characters die, but those are not angsty somehow, just dark/shock value.

What’s the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I think it might be Zinc Molybdate lol. First of all it has an ending. And I'd say it's very optimistic about the human spirit and possibilities for change.

Do you write crossovers?

The only true crossover I ever wrote was Alex from a Clockwork Orange x Norman Bates. But I never crossposted it to AO3 from LJ. Can't imagine why XD I'm more of an AU where you recast the characters into a different world girl.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes, writing bible fic is controversial apparently. Writing holocaust fic is controversial apparently. Mpreg is controversial apparently, although I have never received hate for mpreg on ao3, only on tumblr.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do..... I wouldn't say it's my forte, despite having it in almost every fic and fic chapter lol. I'd say there's always some element of something being 'off'. Normal people having bad sex, or a fucked up pairing having unsettlingly wholesome sex.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. In small enough fandoms some ideas become sort of communal, but that's usually just fun 'sharing'.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES! And it's in a language that I'm pretty fluent in (but maybe not fic-writing fluent) so it was a surreal, amazing experience. I've translated several fics from Russian and one from French which was a stretch for me.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only in terms of translating others' fics. I've always wondered if I'd be able to do it with the right person.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Butchlander. Which probably means my favorite ship is whatever I'm currently hyperfixating on, but I've been on this kick for like 20 months now, so I don't take these things lightly :)

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

My very first fic, which I started writing at 18 and abandoned at 19 or 20. I couldn't do it, I couldn't give them a happy ending because the pairing was just too messed up, I couldn't give them a sad ending because that's just not within the realm of what I'm willing to do.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I am all about the Emotional Journey, and thus by extension, characterization. I like writing dialogue, so hopefully that's a strength, otherwise the readers get to suffer lol.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have to remind myself to write even the most basic setting/scenery details. Most of the time I don't think it's very important. I'm probably not a very visual person (although that doesn't mean I don't love art and fanart!). I can write multiple characters outside of the pairing, and those scenes are fun, but I tend to prefer hyperfocusing on just the 2 mains, which is probably a limitation.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Oh god, I did it in a fic, and ... I shall leave it as I wrote it in my 20s, but... it was ill-advised. I'd say don't do it unless it's a language you know, and even then... why.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Uh. Peter Pan. And I don't mean during the Once Upon a Time craze that happened much later.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Within the Boys, I'll also say Starlander. I like it, and honestly the canon leaves much to be desired, so it's fertile ground. Fandomwise, I read quite a bit of Batjokes and Symbrock, but never wrote anything for them.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

I'll go with Zinc Molybdate. It's got that new relationship fandom energy that is impossible to just bottle up and deploy when wanted. But I like them all.

Zero pressure tags (and sorry if you've been tagged elsewhere) @phoenixtakaramono @eutz @merry-andrews and anyone who sees this and has ao3!

#writing meta #ao3 #ask meme

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How Gimple and Company have missed the mark on Daryl Dixson Season 1 and the ratings are showing it.

Let’s talk ratings first:

Disclaimer: Yes, streaming matters, but by comparing a show’s performance to other shows on the network, we can get an idea how the show is doing.

Dead City performed better in the demos and overall.  Now, of course, the season isn’t over, but DD is down week to week from episode 1 to episode 2 by 18% in the key demo!

Yes, DD is competing against Sunday night football, but Dead City aired during the summer slump when people tend to watch less T.V. DD is also airing at a time when little new programming is coming, and has been advertised extensively. DD should be doing better.

I believe the problem is obvious.  I did a post I submitted to twdmysterymusicbox linked here about why I thought it would be revealed, at least to audience, that Beth is alive in episode 3 of the spin-off. 

Everything I said stands except the fact that I gave too much credit to TPTB! 

It’s what they should have done!

Here is part of that post:

“Dead City was considered a success by most, but why did it do well?

Some wanted to see NYC zombies. Some wanted to see Maggie and Hershel. I would argue MOST wanted to see the development of the Negan/Maggie dynamic. How many would have watched just Maggie trying to get Herschel back?  Some, but it would not have had the same viewership, and the TWD fans actually care about Hershel as Maggie and Glenn’s son. 

So, why will people watch DD?

Some are looking forward to variant zombies, some want to see Daryl, but for how long will the average American TWD viewer tune in to see Daryl hanging out with new French characters with accents and subtitles to boot?  

Personally, I would enjoy it regardless, but I know many people that hate subtitles and won’t be particularly interested in how things went in France.  Sure, the scenery is beautiful, but it won’t hold the interest past a couple of episodes. The “cure” premise was JUST seen in The Last of Us.   TPTB should also have learned that the decline of the flagship was largely due to killing off “family” characters we cared about and bringing on lots of new characters that never became as important to the audience as the original characters of the first few seasons. Hopefully, TPTB learned this lesson. 

While I DO expect to see a Carol flashback in season 1, the show will need to bring something to the French story that will excite and surprise viewers. If MMB would have decided to be in season 1, it may have been a different story. The Daryl/Carol dynamic would have been there, and I would be predicting your typical “cliffhanger” style reveal towards the end of the first season.

That is why I think there will need to be SOME reconnection between Beth/Daryl in season 1 for the audience to care enough to tune in to Carol/Daryl finding her in season 2. 

So, I was wrong about what they were going to do, but I was right in WHY they should have done it!

Let me add here that bringing Carol alone will not improve ratings much. There STILL has to be connection to the TWDU and character development. We have seen the Carol and Daryl show the last few seasons of TWD and viewership declined. MOVE THE STORY.

Viewers want to see character development. They were watching to see what would happen between Maggie and Negan.

This “stand alone” DD show is not what viewers want.  There has to be connection to and movement in the original narrative viewers loved.

The stakes in this spin-off are almost ZERO. Judith and Carol are happy in the Commonwealth. Zeke is taking care of them both. 🙂There is no crisis only Daryl can solve back home. He is not in France searching for his long lost love Beth…..

There are no stakes in the French storyline either. Laurent has Isabelle and his new found parent to look after him. It’s not even imperative that Laurent make it to the “Nest” at a certain time.  We are not going to discover how the outbreak started, or why/if they are making varient zombies

Most importantly, Daryl’s happy ending is nowhere on the horizon. Why should people tune in? Dragging out this storyline and trying to milk the franchise even more is a disaster.  They can print as many articles saying people love the spin-off as they want, and I think those actually tuning in are enjoying it.  However, the numbers don’t lie.  The "must watch" interest is not there. 

Not enough people care enough to tune in.  I predict episodes 3 and 4 will have even lower ratings.

The SHIP baiting and dragging out of Daryl’s romantic storyline is not working. It’s been 12 years already! We have seen Beth set up and taken away, Leah as one episode non-romance, flirting with Connie, but NO actual romance for Daryl. Now, it’s obvious that Daryl/Isabelle is another bait.  The time for that is long past. Give the viewers a true romantic partner for Daryl.  In the apocalyptic world of TWD the environment and the trauma the characters face are enough of an obstacle.  Who will Daryl fall in love with?  The question must be answered for viewers to care.  This is the only way to develop his character any further. 

Thoughts?

#team delusional #bethyl #twd daryl #team defiance #the walking dead #daryl dixon

[weretheones]

dead city premiere was insane btw. we got selfies with jdm, lauren, cassady, and okea (I even had a short conversation w okea (elijah) and cassady (lydia) afterward. they were both SO ridiculously nice). I would post them but also... then I would lose my anonymity and cry 🤭

the show was really fun too, especially the audience reactions. theres this one scene in ep2 that im very excited for everyone to see lol (very classic negan... knock knock...). it was new and exciting while still having that old twd feel. manhattan looks SICKKKK and they really amped up the gore/horror, I feel. the new cast is also really enticing. im so excited to watch the rest!!

ngl, I have higher hopes for the other spin offs now. maybe I will watch daryl become french after all (I was always gonna watch it anyway... for 13 year old madi's nearly-decade-long crush, of course).

#twd #twd spoilers #dead city #twddc #negan #maggie greene #jdm #lauren cohan

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Why I am Predicting a Beth Appearance by the End Episode 3:

@bookqueenrules:

OFC, this is TOTAL speculation based on TWDU and non-TWDU clues.  I am NOT saying that Daryl will necessarily see/know that she is alive by the end of ep. 3(or in a post credits scene), but I believe it will be revealed to the audience by then that she, or someone who looks like her, is alive. 

I’ve seen symbolic clues in “Diverged” in Season 10 and Dead City. 

DD was in the writing/development stage FAR longer than Dead City. So, Dead City writers already had access to the outlines for DD before production began. So, when Maggie showed a family picture with a person we can infer to be Beth having eyes gouged out in the shape of the surprised emoji, that was a major red flag for me.  That happened in episode THREE of Dead City.

 In Diverged, a wholly symbolic episode, Daryl takes off on his own and his motorcycle breaks down. It is in the THIRD place he looks, that he finds the knife, symbolically representing a love interest. he needs to fix his bike and continue his journey. 

Some of my belief is based on storyline conjecture. So, back to Dead City.  It was considered a success by most, but why did it do well?

Some wanted to see NYC zombies. Some wanted to see Maggie and Hershel. I would argue MOST wanted to see the development of the Negan/Maggie dynamic. How many would have watched just Maggie trying to get Herschel back?  Some, but it would not have had the same viewership, and the TWD fans actually care about Hershel as Maggie and Glenn’s son. 

So, why will people watch DD?

Some are looking forward to variant zombies, some want to see Daryl, but for how long will the average American TWD viewer tune in to see Daryl hanging out with new French characters with accents and subtitles to boot?  

Personally, I would enjoy it regardless, but I know many people that hate subtitles and won’t be particularly interested in how things went in France.  Sure, the scenery is beautiful, but it won’t hold the interest past a couple of episodes. The “cure” premise was JUST seen in The Last of Us.   TPTB should also have learned that the decline of the flagship was largely due to killing off “family” characters we cared about and bringing on lots of new characters that never became as important to the audience as the original characters of the first few seasons. Hopefully, TPTB learned this lesson. 

While I DO expect to see a Carol flashback in season 1, the show will need to bring something to the French story that will excite and surprise viewers. If MMB would have decided to be in season 1, it may have been a different story. The Daryl/Carol dynamic would have been there, and I would be predicting your typical “cliffhanger” style reveal towards the end of the first season.

That is why I think there will need to be SOME reconnection between Beth/Daryl in season 1 for the audience to care enough to tune in to Carol/Daryl finding her in season 2. I wouldn’t expect them to connect until late episode 4 or episode 5, but they will have to be separated again by the end of 6.  They will need that time to tell their story and have the audience care again about their connection. Nicotera said in a recent interview that the DD spin-off talk began 7 years ago.  It was supposed to be set in the American West where Daryl encounters different groups each week.  He referenced three OLD shows as examples.

 One was Kung Fu with David Caradine. 

I could go into detail, but each show he referenced is about a man who is searching for something/someone and encounters different people who they change and are changed by them before moving onto the next place on the search.  Yes, I had to research each one.  They were before my time!  This stretched out search for Beth would have made sense then because the audience still remembered her and their connection vividly. That will not work now. It’s been too long and these series are finite. Gimple, sort of, said as much on the red carpet at the finale of the flagship. He said he was already past the spin-offs in his planning and was now thinking about how to develop the next generation and new stories while integrating the “iconic” characters. So, I don’t think these spin-offs will go much past three seasons. Especially with only six episodes per season, it doesn’t give that much time to develop these stories. 

Some non-storyline clues are that the release of EK’s album is on the 22nd of September right before episode 3 airs.  She has been releasing singles all summer.  Why wait for the album release until then?  Norman said in interviews last year that he would, “run into some familiar faces” in the spin-off.  Who else is going to run into in season 1 in France?

Just a few days ago there has been even MORE weirdness. An extra-long first episode?  All of episodes 1 and 2 being screened in theaters in four major cities on Monday?  WHY? I almost wonder if they decided to reveal Beth is alive at the end of episode 2. The ONLY reason to prescreen is to increase buzz, but really what hasn’t already been teased about those first two episodes? I understand that they may need more publicity due to the writer/actor strikes leading up to the release, but why would “spoiling” the first episodes really increase the buzz if it is JUST about the Laurent story?

I’m excited to see how it plays out!

@twdmusicboxmystery​:

I absolutely LOVE everything you’ve said here. Love the symbolic clues you’re looking at. Love your points about Dead City. Love your research into early iterations of the DD spinoff. (I kinda wonder if all the New Mexico symbolism from 11x01 was a nod to that.) Love all your points about publicity and such.

And you’re right. I heartily agree. I don’t have much to add, but all of your conclusions are the only thing that make sense. The only other “faces” we could run into are people like Heath and Davon. And don’t get me wrong, it would be fun to see them again. But it’s not like any of those characters will do much to further Daryl’s story.

And let’s not forget that ep 1 starts with an echo of Judith’s line about Daryl deserving a happy ending, too. Which means that one way or the other, he’ll find his true love and soulmate in this spinoff.

Can’t wait! Thanks SO much for your thoughts! Xoxo!  🍁 🍂 😍

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FICS RECAP SO FAR:

I'll try to be a bit more active on there but here you go friends ! Here are the things coming soon and the ones already posted ! What's to come: - The third and last part of "the "The Gauntlet's Squad: Sickness Series" aka Din being sick and Bo and Grogu taking care of him. You can read the first and seconds parts here already ! - A Dinbo cute OS with some christmas-ish vibes/ snow and more. - A TWD (The Walking Dead) fanfic but my first chapter is like +65k and not done so I need to edit cause this can't be a chapter alone X'D This is a Negan & Maggie fic. - A TWD and D&D (Dungeons and Dragons) mash-up fic. Basically: Shane, Beth, Maggie, Negan and Daryl thrown into DND with some shenanigans and this is purely self-indulgent XDD I love this one SO MUCH- - More Armoves (The Armorer x Axe Woves) and some fluff ! - A Bridgerton fic with both Benedict and Sophie but with a twist ! _ Two linked DND fics (post-apo with mermaid zombies and all, I love this setting so much. One is basically my character's journal entry and the other is the scene/setting and plot.

What's already posted: Armoves: 1./ "Les Enchaînés", 1789 French Revolution Settings (to celebrate Armovesary this 14th of July) 2./ "Dead Men Tell No Tales", POTC Settings Armoves. 3./ "Blasters, Bedtimes, and Big Dreams", Angst but loads of fluff too !!! 4./ "A Beskar Lunchbox", FLUFF, like pure fluff 5./ "Melting Desires", Smut and spicyyyyyyy 6./ "Whispers of Change", Sweet, fluff, comfort fic with those two. One of my favs <3 7./ "From a Child's Heart", CUTE and basically Ellie making a gift for father's day and this is adorable ! 8./ "Drifting through Sundari's Heart", Pacific Rim settings and this one will be updated soon !! 9./ "Sweet Nothings", Ellie can't sleep and she comes to see him. Cute stuff ! 10./ "Heat of the Moment", Slightly spicy but nothing shameless whatsoever. 11./ "An Armor-ous Affair", Slightly spicy and first Armoves fic ever posted ! 12./ "Whispers of the Faithless", Started as a joke but hey, Armoves church sex, has been posted on a Sunday X'))) Dinbo (since this "StaraJel" insists on AO3, keeps telling nasty stuff to get some lmao + this person who told me and the Armoves squad that we needed to "put that energy towards Dinbo instead" annoy me so damn much, lemme remind you how much I wrote for them): 1./ "Of Snuggles and Squeals", Fluff and cute. Din and Bo get a cute pet and Grogu is in love with it. 2./ "Steel and Starlight", My precious baby and first Dinbo fic who just hit the +7k !! T-T 3./ "Sundari's Sunshine", Coffee Shop Dinbo AU ! Cute ! 4./ "Beskar's Tears", Uh-oh, angst but has a happy ending ! 5./ "The Warrior's Muse", Din writes poetry about Bo ! 6./ "Frostbitten Fury", Bo gets hurt and Din is here to save the day/her ! 7./ "A Mother's Love", Supernatural AU for Dinbo ! 8./ "A Gilded Cage", Bridgerton AU for them, cute and I really like this one ! 9./ "To the Edge of the World", POTC Dinbo ! 10./ "A Mandalorian Fury", Hunger Games Dinbo AU ! 11./ "Love and Broth", Grogu is sick so Din and Bo take care if that little one ! 12./ "Clinging to Comfort", Bo is sick, Din and Grogu take care of her ! 13./ "Aftermath", Shameless smut, shower sex 14./ "Patuu", Father's day for Din 15./ "Lady Kryze", Smut ahead 16./ "A Gauntlet's Night", Grogu has a nightmare and Dinbo is being adorable with him And so much more here !! Am I being salty ? Definitely. Because I hate people coming on my stuff and telling me what " I should be doing", especially when it comes to free, detailed and constant content. I have 40 fics available already and I think that's quite a lot and seeing the "you should be focus on x" instead is straight up annoying when clearly I have all of this available. So if you can't be a decent human being, feel free to fck right off. I do all of this because I want to, because I love it and I just hate seeing people (who don't even write) come on my stuff to criticize. If you want something: do it. " You are never better served than by yourself"_ Charles-Guillaume Étienne (1777-1845)

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[rickgrimesrp]

❣️ - What are their love languages?

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

👪 - What’s their relationship with their parents like?

🎨 - What’s their favorite color?

🎶 - What’s a song they really like?

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride?

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings?

🌳 - What’s their extended family like?

-final part

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep? He prefers a quiet place, peace of mind, with a comfy bed and pillow if possible. Too hot or too cold weather might make it hard for him to sleep. If there is a threat or he's conflicted with something, he will have a hard time to sleep as well, needing to be absolutely tired to manage.

🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride? He likes the entertainment of trying different attractions, specially the shooting and fishing games. He would enjoy tasting different snacks there and having a good time with loved ones. Amusement parks aren't his favorite thing ever but he sure could enjoy it. I can see him getting absolutely dizzy and throwing up if he went to the crazy rides, depending of the intensity I imagine he could even faint for a while once they land back and he's on his feet again. So I guess he's staying in the ground. There are many like MANY fans that headcanon Rick is afraid of heights, because of scenes like when he keeps pacing under the tree Michonne climbs, asking her if she's okay all the time as if she was doing something super scary. Rick only climbed things up when it was really necessary or when he had a motivation that was way higher than his fear of climbing tall things, like when he climbs the Sanctuary wall to see if Negan was still there. Jumping walls and climbing things that aren't very high seems okay to him.

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Kindness, trust, sensibility, empathy, honesty, strength, determination, independence, playfulness, strong sense of justice.

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Offer emotional support, help him with the leadership responsibilities, show him some praise and appreciation, be honest, don't hide things from him or lie. On the material level, bring him gifts like snacks, books and things he might need, like bandages when he's hurt. On the physical contact level, Rick might appreciate a pat on the back, half hugs or just sitting close to him, that would make him feel welcomed. If more intimate, he will love cuddles and flirting no problem, loves beard scratches. Looking after and protecting his kids is the ultimate hack to have Rick like the person.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

Pastries (donuts), chocolate, mint or similar chewing gum, steak, french fries, lasagna and pizza probably are a weak spot too. I think he likes warm food that have balanced flavors and some sweets.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings? Son Carl, adopted daughter Judith, deceased wife Lori, son Rick Junior, current wife Michonne (canon) (in my Rps his partner depends of the verse etc.), younger brother Jeffrey Grimes (still alive). I think Rick's parents were good parents and had a nice relationship with him.

🌳 - What’s their extended family like?

He sees his closest friends as family, as they endured the days of the apocalypse together. To him Daryl is like a brother and Maggie probably he sees like a sister. Rick mentioned how he would listen to his grandfather's stories, so he probably had a good relationship with him.

@vuulpecula

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