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whateverisbeautiful · 2 months

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#9: The Two Of Us (S7E12)

This is one of those scenes that dreams are made of. 🤩 It's perfect. Rick and Michonne happy makes me so happy, and that’s what we get in this super important proposal scene. It's the moment Rick and Michonne make it clear that they are Mr. and Mrs. Grimes until the end of time. 🎉 And this is my favorite scene from Say Yes. So one more time for Richonne’s tender, funny, sexy, heartfelt, and gorgeous love letter episode and this scene right here that embodies all of that 🥂...

First, I love the candlelight glow of this scene. They both look so beautiful and perfect together while enjoying a honeymoon date. I also like knowing that the staging was deliberately set up to channel the classic rom-com Sixteen Candles. Rick and Michonne's story is a romance through and through. 👌🏽

(and this ep was even giving rom-com with certain funny moments like the honorable mention "You can handle 8" scene where Michonne teases Rick about leaving her 8 walkers to kill as opposed to his one. 😋)

This Say Yes dinner date always makes me think about an honorable mention s4 finale scene when Rick and Michonne sat together after dinner with faces lit by a fire as they expressed forgetting "what this feels like." And now, here they are in s7 enjoying a candle-lit dinner and allowing themselves to feel the deepest love for each other. Won't He do it!

This is seriously one of their most romantic scenes and I’m smiling from the moment I first see them eating those MRE's with the cute dinner date setup to the very end when Rick surprises Michonne with another MRE. 🤗

I love that they’re all smiley when talking about the food at the top of the scene and then they have this leaders' conversation about what the plan is after they kill Negan. They communicate so tenderly and attentively even when talking "business."

And it is always the sweetest thing to hear Michonne express so much belief in her man when she tells Rick he should be the one in charge of the new world they’re creating. Rick has a lot of supporters, but no one believes in Rick more than Michonne. 😊

Michonne saying, "It should be you" just melts my heart, and I think it melts Rick's heart too cuz he reacts with this genuine smile and a little laugh. Rick says, "Not me" and Michonne again uplifts him, believing so strongly that he’d be good at it. She respects him so much and I love that Rick got to see that here.

And then it’s always great that she adds, "If it’s something that you wanted," giving him the choice. And Rick is honest that he doesn’t think he would want to be the sole guy in charge.

It’s refreshing seeing Rick have the space to express both what he does and doesn’t want for himself in this episode. Because he knows with Michonne he can be honest and human in every way.

So then Rick pauses as he prepares to tell Michonne what he most wants for his life and for the future. And I love that he gets specific with it, saying “The two of us, you and me, reordering things together...” 🥰

Then the shot stays on Michonne’s glowing gorgeous face as she realizes just what Rick is really saying by saying this. 🥹

And I love Rick's nervous breath before he gears up to express to Michonne just how much she is what he wants. After that breath, he looks into her eyes and says with conviction, "I want that. If it's something you wanted."

It’s a proposal, y’all. 🤩 What every proposal really equates to is someone telling the love of their life, 'I want it to be the two of us building a life and a world together' - and this is exactly that. And from his delivery, Rick knows this is a significant proposal.

It’s really sweet the vulnerable way Rick adds 'if it’s something you wanted.' He's always cared so much about Michonne's wants and at this moment this is him hoping that he is something she wants. Especially since she is so much of what he wants.

Michonne smiles and reassuringly says, "yeah" because the two of them together have always been what she wanted too. She knows they’re going to do life side by side from here on out, the way they have always done and the way magnets are meant to.😌

How these two respond after this exchange says they know what they’ve just expressed. This moment is so much more than just agreeing to lead together. They know they’ve agreed to spend the rest of their life as a married couple. Hallelu 🥳

And it’s so sweet how Rick and Michonne both smile here with this little twinkle in their eye because, in all the craziness of this world, they found their soulmate. They found a love supreme, and I appreciate that they took this moment to just openly celebrate that.

Then of course I love that they seal this proposal with a very passionate kiss. And I swear the way Rick and Michonne look at each other after every kiss is always as passionate as the kiss itself. 😍

Also, I used to always think this was a sweet wedding-ceremony-like kiss - and it definitely is that commitment kiss...but then someone pointed out how Rick is kissing her, and I realized this is also an “if there wasn’t a makeshift table between us, it would go down right here and now” kiss. Lol I forgot just how passionate it was, but I'm all the way here for it. Richonne stays kissing like their life depends on it. 🔥

And I adore Michonne kissing his hand after and then her little bashful smile as she sees the adoring way Rick looks at her. 🥹

And the way Rick is just captivated by her and then looks away with a smile, practically dizzy from this blissful union - Their every look, line delivery, and move in this scene was just the exact perfect choice. I'll never get over it.👌🏽��🏽‍🍳💋

Michonne makes Rick laugh by cutely saying she’s going to eat 5 more dinners, and Rick again pitches that they should stay out longer. And honestly, me and him were on the same page cuz Rick and Michonne really deserved more time to have just to themselves. So Rick...

I love how he’s adamant they can take their time and tries to subtly slip in extending the trip not just one more day but even "another after that." Rick can never get enough of her and I love it. 😊

Michonne watches her man, knowing there might be more to the story with how he's feeling. But also the way she’s looking at him, you know the pitch to stay out is enticing. And it's cute hearing Rick say, "we found the only way in..." as in - we fell through the roof. 😂

Even when Michonne says a hesitant "we should get back," Rick still is like...

He's still sticking to the fact that it’s all good if they stay out longer. To which I was like, this man is perfect and correct.

And then it is just maximum cuteness when he tries a new approach and says he’s been meaning to show her that one MRE. And his playful delivery of the "...together" part. It’s all just gold.🤗

I love that Rick's romantic heart is always thinking of how to gift Michonne and that moments like this show that they know each other well enough to know just what could put a smile on the other's face.

I mean, even later in this very episode, in a lovely honorable mention scene where Michonne runs into Rick's arms for the embrace of life after thinking walkers got to him, that whole predicament was spurred by Rick wanting to gift Michonne that deer.

And then, even when Michonne is simply relieved and grateful he's alive, Rick still whispers that he owes her one. Did I mention Rick Grimes is Man of the Year every year? 😋

(also y'all, looking at this 7.12 hug just reminds me how that TOWL reunion moment between Rick and Michonne is about to be pure passionate perfection🔥)

It's just a fact that the man loves finding ways to make her smile. And Michonne’s smitten smile when she takes the MRE shows Rick has fully won her over and stole her heart for the umpteenth time.

How great is it that this pulsating love between them never ever waned throughout the series, it just kept increasing each season. 🙌🏾

I love that in an episode focused on Rick and Michonne, they knew to include a romantic candlelit dinner scene where the two express wanting their future to be spent together.

It's a big deal because even just thinking about the future wasn’t always something these characters could do since it had to be about just surviving to the next day.

And it’s great that now, having some time to even think about what the future looks like, Rick makes it clear that when he sees his future, he sees Michonne.

He wants Michonne by his side going forward, no matter what else the future holds. And Michonne wants the very same thing. That's marriage. That's love. 🥰

So yeah, the whole dang scene is just heartwarming times ten, and I love that we’ll always have this incredibly beautiful moment as part of Richonne's journey.

Like despite an apocalypse and despite Negan's reign, we still got a whole honeymoon episode that more than delivered. The Richonne ship is seriously an abundance of riches. 🤩

This proposal scene establishes that Rick and Michonne are lifelong partners in love, 🗣 they are husband and wife, and, in every way, they are each other's future.

After going canon in season 6, things really amped up with Negan and the Saviors being introduced and all that, and so this was really one of the first times we got to see Rick and Michonne just enjoy some alone time as an official couple. And, of course, the whole scene and whole episode was everything and further proof that Rick and Michonne loved each other, wanted each other, and belonged together.

And it also affirmed that Richonne would stay together, be it in person or in spirit, forever. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #top 10 #number 9 #rick x michonne #thank you Say Yes 🥂#favorite Say Yes scene #reveling in richonne #twd 7.12 #twd towl #the ones who live

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loganlostitall · 4 months

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THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Rating: 18+ for sure

Word count: 1.7k

Characters: Negan Smith, adult gender neutral reader

Setting: Riverbend, season 11 episode 13

Content warnings: light spoilers!!! Be mindful of your own knowledge of the show. Oral sex (M receiving) and also references to oral sex (gn receiving), cum swallowing, spit/drool, slight mention of typical TWD violence, very brief speculation of Negan being dead ig?

Summary: you were in a relationship with Negan before he disappeared without a trace after Maggie took out the Reapers and found Alden. Just when you’re wondering if hope of finding him again is lost… there he is. And he’s very excited to see you.

Author’s note: I literally have no idea where this came from lmfao. I haven’t written in months and suddenly after listening to TDOPOM this little idea popped into my head and I couldn’t banish it so I sat down and slammed this out. Considering that there’s things I’ve had started since September, that’s a huge feat for me lmao. Anyways !!!

No beta, I’m gonna die with my errors like a man 🫡

NSFW under the cut

How long had it been, exactly? Whatever the amount of time, the true answer to such a question was too fucking long. Initially, when you left the Commonwealth a few days prior to venture further than your previous run in search of “resources” (also known as: your missing boyfriend; that you fully suspected everyone was too smart to believe you were looking for anything different, but continued lying to them anyway to avoid any emotional conflict) you hadn’t exactly… expected to actually find him. A piece of you had started to wonder if the time would come where you sunk a blade between a pair of vacant, milky eyes you’d despised and then adored.

And so, you certainly were taken by surprise when one hand snatched your arm and the other covered your mouth just as it had fallen open to loose a scream. Catching the barest glimpse of familiar ink etched across the skin of your assailant’s arm, tears stung your eyes when you realized with nausea sinking low in your gut that you weren’t ready to take him out. Brain not even acknowledging the relieving factor that the fingers touching you were warm.

In your searching for him, he found you. How poetic.

Those same hands hadn’t left your body since. Like right now, one at the base of your skull; fingernails repetitively scratching your scalp, ever so slightly.

“God fucking damn, I’ve missed this. I mean, I missed you too, of fuckin’ course I did, but this? Fucking incredible.” The slew of complimentary expletives were muttered through grit teeth, and between unsteady huffs of breath. A pinched groan followed immediately after the thick words. He was going to attract walkers; as flattering as it was, that was the first thought to come to mind and on instinct you retaliated what he had subjected you to not much earlier by slowly grazing your palm up the planes of his stomach, over his chest, and to his mouth... which only served to inspire another moan.

His head bobbed side to side with some dazed form of a nod and he flashed a tired—but still as gorgeous as usual—smile when he pulled your hand away. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut the hell up,” he sighed, much quieter though clearly without lack of restraint. Pride resounded through you with every flex of his jaw.

The phantom sensation of your back being pinned flat against the tree where Negan’s is now was still very prominent, though the only evidence to show for it was the glisten of his lips and the smudges over the fabric of his jeans that clothed his knees. A dull throb resonated between your thighs when you lowered your eyes to admire the very proof of his head being nestled there not very long ago, and the hum when you smirked around his cock gave him no choice but to bite down on his fist and keep quiet.

With that, you returned to the task at hand or, rather, at hand and mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sunk down until the head of his dick nudged against the back of your throat and did absolutely nothing to fight the gag that sounded as a result. A long time ago, in an entirely different life, things like that had bothered you. Everything about your performance needed to be perfect, until Negan. He liked when you struggled to accommodate him. Got off on it.

The vein along the underside of his endowment jumped and you did not hesitate to flatten your tongue and press up against it, curl the tip, and drag from end to end of the hypersensitive stripe beneath Negan’s skin and revel in the shiver it drew from him.

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he whispered, “Fuck,” and even such a short, succinct, single syllable word seemed to knock the breath out of him. His mouth thinned into a straight line, lips all but disappearing, and the back of his head made an unceremonious collision with the bark behind it. The grimace that found his face was short lived, because that was the moment you decided was perfect to bring a cupped palm and fingers to his scrotum. They drew up instantaneously upon being touched.

He was close already. Aw. He really did miss you.

A heavy glob of saliva rolled out between his cock and your lips when they crowned over the glans, but you simply sucked in a gulping breath and followed it with your tongue rather than fearing the quality of your performance. Smearing your drool down the length of his shaft would surely ease the glide of your mouth for whatever little remainder of time there was here. You would tease him about this later, but given that Negan cumming fast was a rare occurrence, it would mainly be playful bragging.

The practically hypnotic motion of his nails carding through the short hairs where your head met your neck ceased abruptly after deepthroating him once more, and you would have mourned the loss if not for the heavy lidded, glazed over, hazel brown eyes that truly appeared to be doing nothing less than memorizing the way every feature of your face looked when your lips were stretched around him. You pushed up on his balls and squeezed, just barely bordering outside of the threshold of pain for him, and the hissed ‘awfuck-’ was your only warning.

Never would you have believed that you could miss the taste of a man’s cum, and yet here you were, realizing how fucking happy you were to be tasting him, swallowing everything down like some sort of elixir. Hardly an easy task around something in your mouth, and repeatedly ramming down your throat due to him holding you in place as his hips jerked, but you were more than enthusiastic despite it. All you could do was squeeze your thighs together, breathe through your nose, swallow, and allow yourself to be used for the first time in what had felt like the longest six months in your entire life. Suddenly you couldn’t remember a single sweet thing that had ever tasted better than Negan Smith.

Though logically you knew it wasn’t a very long affair, the limited intake of oxygen disoriented you enough that you couldn’t quite tell how much time passed before the grip on the back of your head relinquished and a now softening erection retracted from your mouth. You drank air into your lungs as if you’d been under water and dropped your hands, both of which had a tacky mixture of drool and precum connecting them to your lips and his skin, all while holding eye contact even though his own gaze was trained upon your swollen, sticky mouth.

After a moment to collect himself and gather his bearings—both literally and figuratively because he tucked himself back inside of his boxers but didn’t pull up the zip, Negan offered out his hands for you to grab hold of and help you back onto your feet. There were matching patches of dirt on your knees. As you started to bend down to dust yours off, a finger hooked beneath your chin to raise your head once more. He wiped the light, streaky eyeliner you managed to score from Princess off of your cheeks; and afterwards brought the hem of his black t-shirt to your mouth that was no more than a mess of goop but that wicked tongue of his peeked out from between his teeth as he cleaned up the mess.

“So goddamn hot, baby,” Negan rushed forward to steal a kiss, which you happily reciprocated and that same tongue followed shortly after. You could still taste yourself in his mouth. Certainly, his own flavor lingered behind as well. The groan that fled his mouth to dissolve into yours was answer enough. “Fuckin missed the taste of us. Swear my dick could get hard all over again just from this shit.” His hand dropped to your own jeans that you’d secured back over your hips after you came, just in case a situation arose and the both of you had to be able to run quickly. Bypassing the zipper, Negan slid his fingers past the waistband and dipped into your underwear to gather what remained of your excrement and his own saliva, raising it to his lips to lick his fingers clean. There had hardly been enough time to suppress a moan before his mouth found your neck and you rolled your head off to the side, giggling in the process, to allow further access.

Unfortunately for the both of you, upon looking towards where you could only assume Negan had been taking shelter, your eyes fell to a sight that meant things would have to cease for now.

“…Is that Gabriel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, forgive me Father or however the fuck that goes.”

His mouth had only ceased its assault on your throat long enough to mumble the words against your skin, sending a chill through you and raising goosebumps all over you that would have to go ignored. Much to your chagrin, Gabriel and Aaron were approaching the building that Negan’s new group resided within, and perhaps it was paranoia but a little skepticism went a long way since the dead started walking.

While half-assedly shoving his face away from yourself, you asked, “What are your new men like?”

“Not very nice,” he answered with a shrug; failing multiple attempts to dodge your hand until deciding he would settle for kissing your palm instead. Would have been endearing under any other circumstance.

“Negan Smith!”

“UuugghhhhUUUUUUHHH fine!” He blustered overdramatically, tossing his arms up over his head with a heaving sigh and roll of his eyes just before zipping his pants back up, and then yours after. You wiped your hands on his pants as he began walking.

And, even despite the current circumstance, after all the time you’d spent missing him, you couldn't help but smirk at his grumblings about no amount of Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s being repentance enough for what he would do to them for giving him Blue Balls as he guided you around the building for safe entry.

Like he hadn’t cum already. If you made it out of this, which you could never be sure of anymore, it seems like you were going to have a lot of sucking up to do.

Literally.

This one-shot was actually a massive challenge for me because I’ve always found it almost completely impossible to write something so short because I try to pour everything into my writing and drag it out.. which really makes me worry that this is horrible/boring 😭

Anyways, hope it’s not and people find it decent. I won’t be doing much x reader stuff because I have an OC and an entire story planned out for him when I find the time, but there will be a few ! :)

Idk who else to tag other than my loyal bffs @murdadixon @hopefulatrocity @lanadelnegan 🥰 besitos para mis bebés

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dahliarose2 · 1 year

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KINDRED SPIRITS - PART 1

summary: you recall finding comfort in daryl on your first night in alexandria, as you struggle to settle in. presently, daryl returns furious following denise's death and in turn, finds comfort in you

daryl dixon x reader

author's note: this is part 1 of a multiple-part series. It starts during season 6, episode 14, just before the negan line-up. hope you enjoy! :) let me know if you want to be on the taglist

Since your group had arrived in Alexandria, some had settled in quicker than others. You were one of the skeptics, refusing to let your guard down especially after what had happened in Terminus. You were happy, having your own house, your own bed, your own kitchen, for the first time since all of this started; you SHOULD be happy. It gave you a taste of what civilisation used to be like and it felt surreal. But the taste was bittersweet and you couldn't ignore it

The first night...

You stood in the middle of the bedroom, eyes tracing their way around the room to take in all of your surroundings. The pristine white walls, the expertly carved, oak bedframe, the fitted sheets tucked in perfectly at every corner, the duvet laid across the mattress with not a crease in sight. Your fingers fiddled with one another as you bit the inside of your cheek, a nervous habit you'd had since your childhood. You weren't quite sure how to adjust to this, constantly feeling like there was something not quite right about this whole place. 'It's just your nerves. This place is perfect for the group, perfect for you. A new start,' you thought to yourself, letting yourself daydream as you continued to chew your cheek,

Suddenly, a creak to your right snapped you back to reality, as you spun quickly, grabbing the small knife from your boot that you had hidden from the Alexandrians, pointing it torwards the door. To your surprise, Daryl was stood in the doorway, resting his hands on the sides of the doorframe, flinching back very slightly at the appearance of your knife a metre from his face. Your posture slackened as his face came into a view, letting out a sigh as you chucked the knife carelessly onto the dresser, letting it clatter against the wood,

"Sorry," you said nervously, flashing an awkward smile as he gave you a slight nod in response, still staying where he was. "What are you doing here?" you asked, not meaning for it to come out in such an interrogatory way, immediately regretting it as soon as the words exited your mouth. Daryl didn't seem to mind much and before you could say anything he answered. "You left the front door unlocked. I called your name but y'didn't answer. Just wanted to make sure you were alright," he replied gruffly, letting the last part come out as more of a whisper, but you heard, and he knew you did,

Your heart warmed slightly, as your fingers began to fiddle once again. "Sorry I was uh, I was just in a world of my own," you said with a soft, nervous laugh, but as you gazed back up at him, his face remained stoic and you knew that he didn't believe you. That was his way of telling you to keep talking. Your laugh stopped as you looked to bed once again, before letting out a small sigh. "I just, I just don't think I'm used to this sort of thing yet. It's too much, too soon," you spoke quietly, still looking around the room with a saddened look. When he didn't say anything, you continued. "I'm sorry, I probably sound so ungrateful right now-" you laughed, bringing one of your hands to your forehead, rolling your eyes at yourself before he spoke again,

"Nah, I get it. You're not ungrateful," he said quickly, disproving whatever you were about to say. He stayed silent for a moment, but you waited, not speaking, knowing sometimes that he needs a minute to choose what he wants to say. You looked up at him patiently as he struggled to make eye contact, scratching the back of his head. "I uh, I've felt the same way since we got here. Everyone's goin' round like they're freshly primped ponies or somethin'," he said scoffing, as you let out a laugh. He couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face at the sound, watching as you giggled,

"Anyways, you don' need to explain yourself. Not to me," he declared assuredly, much more confident as he spoke, the small smile he had still present as your laughter died down, mirroring his expression. "Thanks Daryl," you replied gratefully, struggling to keep your smile from growing, not wanting him to think you were weird for smiling so wide at such a small statement; but it wasn't small, not to you. Even since before the prison, you had always felt safe with Daryl and you hoped he knew that; God, you hoped he knew that. Before you could say anything else, Daryl coughed deeply, removing his hands from the doorframe,

"'M glad you're alright," he replied. Silence fell over the room as you chewed the inside of your cheek once again, wanting to say something else; anything. You opened your mouth to speak, but Daryl's eyes went slightly wider than normal, standing up straighter, looking almost scared. "I uh I better go. See ya around," he muttered quietly, as he turned around making his way down the stairs before you could reply. Your heart fell as you thought the very worst. 'He couldn't get away from me quick enough,' you thought to yourself, as you felt tears prick your eyes as you tried to push them back down,

You paced the room, cursing yourself for being an idiot, wondering why he had changed his demeanor so quickly. You weren't able to think about it for too long as you noticed how dark it was out by now, voting to get into bed. This was your first night on something softer than forest moss in months. You pulled on a pair of pyjamas that had been left in the dresser as you pulled back the covers before settling yourself in the bed. You closed your eyes forcefully, wriggling in the bed in an attempt to find a comfortable position. You let out an angry groan as you tossed yourself onto your right side, then your left until you were sprawled on your back, glancing over at the clock, eyes widening in shock as you realized you had been tossing and turning for 2 hours already,

You took the pillow bringing it over your face, letting out a frustrated shout before throwing it out of the bed, deciding there were too many cushions. You lay back down again, hearing the empty silence that came from the house, as your heart quickened, hating the feeling. This had been the first time since the prison that you hadn't been at least a a few inches from the group. A thought popped into your head and before you could stop yourself, you were out of your bed, shoes on your feet, and a blanket pulled around your body as you opened your front door. Your feet led you before your brain could even stop you as you wound up at a front door, shivering slightly from the cold air that blew, taking a deep breath as you knocked on the door a few times,

You stood there, waiting a few seconds as you moved your feet in place, trying to move to generate warmth somehow. The sudden realization of you were and the few moments you had waited there dawned on you, as your nerves grew. You turned on your heel, descending quickly down the porch steps before you heard a click and a voice calling out. "Y/N?" the voice spoke loudly, as your heart and feet both halted in unison, craning your body to see Daryl standing confused in the doorway, shirtless of all things. You tried your best to ignore the latter, grateful for the cold breeze now being the false 'reason' that you were blushing,

You stared dumbly for a minute as his tired eyes took in at the sight of you on the porch, blanket slung around your shoulders as you shivered. "I uh, I must've sleptwalked I'm sorry," you stammered, laughing nervously, as you waved your hand in an 'I'm fine' motion, mentally cringing at your stupid excuse that you had blurted out. "Y/N-" he said groggily, still tired as you realized even more that it was a bad idea to come here. 'You woke him up. Great, just great,' you thought, mentally scolding yourself. "I'm okay really. Go back to sleep. I um I'm sorry I woke you up-" you interrupted him, but it wasn't long before he had interrupted you right back,

"Y/N!" he exclaimed more forcefully than he had meant to sound. You went silent, eyes shooting open as you got a shock by his change of usually monotone voice. It was only then you had realized that through you rambling, he had been calling your name and you didn't even hear him. His eyes softened slightly, almost apologetic, before they hardened again. "C'mere," he mumbled, waving his hand towards you. You opened your mouth to protest, but as you looked at his face, he clearly wasn't taking no for an answer as you shut your mouth again,

You walked up the steps, still cold, as you flashed a nervous smile at him before he shut the front door behind the two of you. Before you even said anything, he knew what you wanted, reading you immediately. "Y'can stay here," he declared, as you stared up at him dumbfounded before snapping out of it. "Thanks Daryl," you murmured, with an appreaciative glance as you wrapped the blanket tighter around you to shield yourself from the embarrassment you felt and from the cold,

"I'll be out of your hair tomorrow morning, first thing, I promise-" you blurted rushedly, before he interrupted you again, something you both seemed to be getting too fond of. "I uh I meant you can stay here, for good. Like permanent," he started, nervously, "if ya wanted. Or whatever." He shrugged nonchalantly as his heart beat in his chest from the impulsive offer, mostly beating fast awaiting your reply. You gazed at him in shock, before bringing yourself back to reality, not wanting him to read your surprise as a bad thing as you could already see in his eyes, he was second-guessing himself from your prolonged silence and lack of reply,

"I'd really like that," you beamed, trying to act as nonchalant as him about the whole thing. "Are you sure?" you insisted, wanting to make sure he could back out if he said it without thinking. "Yea, m'sure. I mean it's not like it ain't big enough," he joked quietly, as you laughed at his matter-of-fact joke, as he looked around at the house. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you just stared at one another, your laughter dying down. Again, he shook his head slightly, breaking your gaze as he put his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Plus I uh, I dunno how to work anything in there," he confessed almost bashfully with a smirk, pointing his finger towards the kitchen, full of different gadgets that you hadn't even seen before the apocalypse,

You snickered at his confession as you stifled a hearty laugh. "What's so funny? So what, I need help turning on the stove," he quipped, no malice in it, as he defended his lack of knowledge on kitchen appliances. You smiled at him, a genuine one. "Well I think I can at least help you with that, Mr. Dixon. Epecially because of your hospitality," you joked, smirking up at him as he scoffed at your pet name and your teasing, before leaning over to ruffle your hair, his small way of showing his affection as you grimaced funnily at your hair in your face, slapping his hand away playfully,

"Come on, let's get you set up," he said, as you followed him up the stairs. Soon you were getting into the bed, feeling much safer with someone else in the house, but not just anyone; Daryl. "I left ya a towel right there in case you wanna have a shower or somethin'," he soothed, sending you a nod as you cosied up, before walking out the door. "Daryl," you called out, sitting up in the bed slightly, as he halted stepping back so you were in his line of vision again. "Hm?" he asked, as he stood there. "Thank you," you said thankfully with a smile, before shaking your head nervously, "not just um for the towel. I mean, for letting me stay.. for everything,"

Daryl shrugged, sending you a small smile, "it's nothin'. G'night," he assured, shutting the door gently. 'It's not nothing though, it's everything. You're everything,' you thought to yourself as you settled in the bed, falling asleep quickly upon hearing the sounds of Daryl getting into bed and coughing next door to your room, his movements alone letting you know that you were safe,

Now...

You and Daryl had been staying together since that very first night. You both had grown even closer. You walked down the porch making your way towards Sasha who was standing against one of the other houses. "Hey Sash. Everything okay?" you greeted happily, before seeing her disdained expression. "Daryl, Rosita and Denise got ambushed on their run by Dwight and some of the other Saviors," she explained. Your breathing quickened as your mind went to the worst case scenario. "Are-are they okay?" you asked with worry as she gave you a saddened look. "Denise didn't make it. Dwight got her," she informed dejectedly as your heart sank at the fact that she was gone, dreading to think of Tara's reaction once she got back from her run,

Your next thought was immediately to check on Daryl, and Sasha knew this by the way your head whipped around scanning the area. "Daryl's in the graveyard patch with Carol, burying Denise," Sasha answered your thoughts before you could even ask the question. "Thanks Sasha," you replied softly, giving her an appreaciative nod, before holding her hand gratefully, going to let go to see Daryl. However, she didn't let go of your hand, pulling you back slightly as you turned back towards her confused, wondering what was wrong. Sasha's face was serious, but still full of sorrow,

"Daryl is very tense right now, he wouldn't speak to anyone when he got back and when Abraham tried to talk to him he tried to punch him before Glenn intervened. Just be careful. I think you're the only one who even has the chance to talk to him right now," Sasha advised, smiling at you lightly. Your confused expression disappeared as you nodded in understanding, smiling at her gently, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before heading towards the graveyard. Just as you were about to turn the corner, you bumped straight into a fuming Daryl and let out a gasp, as his hands reaching out instinctively to grab your forearms saving you from a fall,

You looked at him, instantly seeing what Sasha meant. He was furious, but you knew behind that, he wasn't angry, he was upset. You gazed into his eyes with a pained expression at his tormented expression. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, he dropped his hands from your arms muttering an angry "no," as he stormed away from you. You weren't surprised. When Daryl got upset, he shut himself off until he had suppressed everything. You followed him back to the house, finding him in the kitchen swinging open the cabinets, hand landing on a bottle of whiskey before downing a few gulps,

"Daryl-," you began softly, before he put the alcohol back in its cupboard. "Not now," he stated gruffly, not even looking at you as he tried to pass by you to go to the front door. You weren't giving up that easy as you grabbed his bicep, strong enough to stop him in his tracks but soft enough for him to know you meant him no harm. "Listen to me," you started, trying to find a happy medium between a soft voice and a stern one. He still refused to look at you as your eyes bore into him making it increasingly harder for him. His chest rose and fell quickly as you could practically feel his rage emanating off of his body,

You let him have a moment, both of you still in the same position as your fingers now instinctively brushed up and down his forearm to calm him slightly. As his breathing slowed very slightly, you began to speak. "Whatever happened back there, was not your fault-" "Yes it was! I let my guard down. I'm a tracker and I let my guard down for God's sake. They were right there and I didn't even see 'em," he yelled, though you both knew his anger wasn't directed at you. Rather the opposite, you were glad he was even telling you this, as he usually voted to stay silent,

"Daryl, it was not your fault-" you stated again softly, meaning every word, before he shouted again, "No. You're not listening to me," he tugged his arm from your grasp, not feeling like he deserved your comforting touch, not after what he had just let happen. Your hand retracted, but you stayed where you stood. "She died because of me. I should've- I should've been looking around. I let my guard down for one second and look what happened. I never should've let her come. I was stupid. I was an idiot-" he ranted, pacing the floor, still not looking at you,

"Daryl!" you yelled, as he halted his steps and his shouting to look at you. If you looked close enough, you could almost see his eyes blow up in surprise at your rare outburst. You never usually yelled, but you needed to this time. You realized that his gaze had now softened as he looked at his feet like a lost puppy, embarrassed as he clenched his jaw. It was your turn now, as you stepped torward him, as he fought the urge to move away from you. You placed your hands on both sides of his face bringing his gaze towards you as you felt tears sting your eyes at the sight of his grief,

"It wasn't. your. fault," you stated forcefully, but the care still evident in your voice. He tried turning his face away but you wouldn't let him, needing him to truly hear your words. "You did everything you can. You DO everything you can, for everyone, all the time. Hell, you let me move in with you for crying out loud. Even though I know you like your alone time and your own space from people," you rambled loudly, a few tears spilling now. 'You're different,' he wanted to say, but he didn't, he couldn't. "You did that because you do whatever it takes to protect this group. You DO protect this group, every day, on countless occasions. We would all be dead if it weren't for you," you raved, breathless from your rambling as Daryl could do nothing but listen and watch you,

"So don't sit here for one second and think that you could do more for this group, Daryl Dixon. Don't you dare think you've ever led us wrong. I won't let you," you finished, your shouting turning to soft talking, as you looked at him, catching your breath. For once, he didn't let him hold himself back. He took a step forward quicker than you could even realize, a hand on your cheek pulling your lips toward his. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what was happening, and before you could respond, his lips had left yours and he was now looking at you, ashamed. "'M sorry," he blurted out, his gaze hardening once again,

You launched yourself forward wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back tenfold, kissing him for every kiss you wish you initiated but hadn't, kissing him for every time you had ever been thankful for him. It was his turn to be surprised as he slowly brought his hands to your waist tenderly placing them on your hips, scared to hurt you. Eventually, you both broke away, seeing his soft gaze, relief washing over his features. You couldn't help but laugh at what just happened. "Well that was nice," you said nervously, your cheeks flushed red from your rambling earlier and from the shock of what had just happened,

Daryl smiled at you, scratching his head nervously. "Yeah it was," he responded, trying to contain his happiness but failing. "I guess uh, you could move into my room now if you wanted," he muttered quietly, surprising even himself at the bold move. "Yeah I guess I could," you teased, shrugging your shoulders dramatically as he scoffed. Daryl turned his head looking out the window at the front gate of Alexandria. In the comfortable silence, you reached your hand out, linking your pinky with his, knowing what he was thinking about,

"Don't leave. Please. Don't do anything stupid," you pleaded as he looked at you silently for a moment. "Not goin' anywhere," he assured as he squeezed your pinky lightly with his as you smiled both of you voting to go upstairs, as it started getting dark outside, seeing a few lights in the other houses going out. You both got in the same bed, miles away from each other given the sheer size of the bed itself. Your bodies tensed as you were too scared to even move. 'Why are you scared to move closer? You kissed for God's sake,' you scolded yourself, trying to reason with the ball of butterflies in your stomach that kept you frozen in place,

Little did you know, Daryl who was facing the opposite way to you, was thinking and feeling the exact same way. You both lay there, not even a breath being heard. Eventually, after enough deliberation, Daryl coughed gruffly. "Do you uh, do you maybe wanna-" "Yep," you answered abruptly, as you both simultaneously turned around to face one another. Daryl made the first move of laying down on his back before waving his hand in a motion to tell you to come closer. You happily obliged, nerves calming as you moved to lay your head comfortably on his chest,

You could feel that he was still tense, so you pushed past your nerves to bring one hand up to trace circles and lines on his chest. This clearly helped as you felt him relax beneath you, breathing a little easier the both of you. "'M sorry, 'm not really good with this shit," he confessed, as you both chuckled at both of your antics. You lifted your head slightly to look at him. "It's okay," you whispered comfortingly, "we'll take it slow." You knew he needed a bit more time to process things in general and you were happy to go as slow as he needed. You wanted him to be comfortable,

After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep, he carefully placed his hand on your head, rubbing soothing motions on your hair, helping the both of you to relax as you eventually got closer and closer to one another. You smiled as it hit you at what had happened today, how you've been feeling for months, years, about him, what you were now, despite not knowing what that was just yet,

Daryl awoke the next morning looking to see you laying beside you. He took your arm gently that was laying across his stomach, placing it carefully on the bed before getting up. He gazed at you apologetically before looking out the bedroom door at the front gate of Alexandria like he had done the night before, and then back at you. He pulled his clothes on, picking up his crossbow that rested against the wardrobe before staring at your sleeping form, as he walked over to you. He wasn't sure what to do, leaning down, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before retracting quickly as he walked towards the door, looking back at you one more time,

"'M sorry, Dwight's gotta pay," he murmured regretfully, to you who couldn't even hear him. Before he knew it, he was on his bike, driving towards the gate, opening it himself, much to the dismay of Rosita who was on watch. 'I'll be back before she's even up,' he attempted to assure himself for leaving. Meanwhile, you had woken up to see him gone, once again, your mind running away with itself, thinking that maybe he second thoughts about last night. Your heart sank as you looked down at the empty bed. ''M not goin' anywhere,' played over and over in your head as you pulled your clothes on, fighting back the tears that threatened to force their way out. You walked out to see Rick and the others loading up the RV,

"Hey, what's going on?" You asked, as you jogged over to where Rick and Abraham stood. "Maggie's sick. She's getting worse," Rick explained as you immediately began to worry. "I don't understand. Is it the baby? It's not supposed to come yet," you panicked. "She'll be okay. We need to get her to the Hilltop," he assured, packing the last of things into the RV. "Okay, well I'm coming. You got the room anyway," you countered, gesturing to the RV, before moving to get in, slinging your rifle over your shoulder, before Rick's hand stopped you. "No, we need you here," Rick insisted, giving you a serious look,

You sighed loudly. "Rick, usually I would listen. You know I would. But Daryl is gone and I don't know where he went and I need to find him. So I'm coming. Maybe we meet him on the way," you argued, not taking Rick's orders this time. Rick thought for a moment, before nodding. "Fine. But Daryl is gone to kill Dwight apparently, so I don't know if we're gonna find him. The others went after him though," Rick maintained, moving his arm so you could step into the RV to see a sick Maggie, as your face saddened,

You were relieved at least, knowing where Daryl was gone and that the others were with him. And for the fact that he didn't leave because he was regretting the kiss from the night before. You sat beside Maggie, rubbing her arm softly as you held a cold wet rag to her forehead, attempting to bring down her fever. "We ready?" Abraham asked, as we all nodded in agreeement driving away from Alexandria and towards the Hilltpp

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justagirlinafandomworld · 1 year

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Title: On the Outside

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N)

Word Count: 2195

Summary: To get Dean to say yes to Michael, they sent him to the Endverse. And when that didn’t work, they turned to you.

Warnings: Time travel, time jumps, ANGST. Language. Endverse!Dean.

Bingo Squares Filled: @howbadcanitbebingo – which character is speaking?

Writing Challenge Prompts: “And maybe it'll be enough if you know that in the few hours we had together we loved a lifetime's worth.” (The Terminator) & Supernatural Season 5 Episode The End for @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior-warrior ‘s 500 Follower Celebration. “It must be nice to love someone who puts you first.” For @negans-lucille-tblr ‘s N-L-Threenager Writing Challenge.

A/N: This is one of those stories where, while it was all very clear in my head, I could not get it down into words. Then life happened, I had a break down and now bon appétit. Bee, I do apologize, I tried very hard to get this down to an even 2k. The characters just weren’t having it.

Dividers provided by @talesmaniac89

2014. Endverse.

Fire lit up the darkness in small explosions. A live inferno that devoured everything in sight. Heat licked at your fingertips through the linked fence, smoke splashed your cheeks and watered your eyes.

Dean had failed.

And the demons celebrated.

Three Days Earlier.

Chuck hurried up to you, his clipboard in hand and a string of worries on the tip of his tongue.

The last mission’s duffle was still slung across your shoulders, the rifle at your back, and the blood of a comrade still splattered across the front of your jacket. You sidestepped the prophet, fully intent on reaching your cabin and decompressing before hearing more bad news.

“…and you know how Cas is. By the way, Dean wants you on tomorrow’s caravan to the second camp. They’re going over their supplies now, which isn’t a lot, but they plan to head out at dawn.”

You stopped in the middle of the dirt path so suddenly that Chuck narrowly avoided walking into you.

Reading the confusion on your face, Chuck backtracked as if suddenly realizing that you were returning from a week-long mission.

“Right, so the plan is to help reinforce a fledgling camp on the other side of the state. We discovered them on the radio four days ago and Dean thinks,” he didn’t get to finish his thought as you unceremoniously shoved your duffel into his arms and started to take off in the direction of Dean’s cabin. “So, we’ll talk later?”

“Oh, you’re back,” Risa drawled. She stood outside the door to Dean’s cabin, arms crossed, and a foot kicked back to rest against the wall. Her mood seemed to match your own, which was fine, it was hard to find any sane person who wasn’t even a little bit irritable these days. But you didn’t appreciate the welcome.

“Is he in?” You asked.

“That depends…”

In no mood to play games, you pushed through to the door, ignoring her heated “hey!” and letting it swing wide on it’s hinges to slam into the wall behind it before stepping inside.

“Hi honey, I’m home,” you seethed.

Dean stood from the table, turning to you with an expression that was less than pleased. And though it was twisted, it felt good to know that you could still evoke an emotion out of him, even if that emotion was annoyance.

“Y/N?”

At the second voice, you tore your eyes away from Dean to the second person seated at the table behind him. In the next breath, you reached for the rifle at your back, but Dean had already braced himself against you, a hand on yours, staying the weapon.

The world seemed to be crashing around your ears as you kept a hard gaze on the person at the table, not really hearing Dean at your ear until he called your name.

“I checked, okay? He’s good. He’s…me.”

Holding your breath, you pulled your gaze back to Dean’s, violating every instinct that shouted against it. His expression was grim, but he stared deeply into your eyes, willing you to believe him.

It was the seated man’s slow, uncertain wave of the hand and awkward smile that had you slowly exhaling. Because you could see that it was him. Dean, before the end of the world.

“What are you doing here?” You asked while stepping away from Dean, your hand sliding out from under his. And if his jaw tightened in response, you ignored it.

“Risa, will you…” Dean trailed off, but the order was clear. With a stiff lip, she pulled the door back shut, obediently waiting outside for further orders.

The Dean at the table looked at the one behind you, as if waiting for his permission to speak.

“Angels,” the Dean behind you said. “From his time, not ours. He’s here to learn a lesson.”

The Dean at the table shrugged as if that were the gist of it. But you could feel that there was something they were holding back. And that reeked of your present-day Dean.

“And you’re going to teach him, are you?” You turned back to him, still nonsensically itching for a fight.

Sensing this, Dean refrained from answering. But the confusion as to why you persisted was visible on his face.

“Do you two need a moment? I can step outside.”

“No,” Dean answered without looking away from you. “I’m not teaching him anything. He’s going to see for himself.”

There was your opening.

“What is he going to see?”

The silence became deafening as suddenly your Dean refused to speak. When you stepped back to have both in your sight, the contrast was utterly jarring. You had been there, before the apocalypse, had been apart of the inner circle to defeat the devil. You were there when everything went wrong and helplessly watched as Dean became the jagged shell of who he used to be. After so many losses, you were on the outside now. And you didn’t know how to get back in. If there was anything to get back into.

The fire in your voice faded as you pushed, “What’s the deal with the second camp? Is that a real mission or are you purposefully sending me away so that I’m not apart of whatever this is?”

“It’s real and I need you on it.” His tone had hardened into that veteran soldier giving orders. “Now will you please go help them and we will talk about this later.”

Grinding your teeth, you couldn’t help the instinct to adhere to his command. He wasn’t about to budge and you were losing energy trying. Without a word, you stalked back out of the cabin, slamming the door behind you for good measure. A snark comment from Risa on the porch had you halting on the stairs.

“What did you say?”

She pushed off from the wall, staring down at you with all the anger and hurt that you felt.

“I said it must be nice. To love someone who puts you first. It’s an evacuation.”

You stared at her, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Look at the roster if you don’t believe me. He’s getting everyone out. Including you.”

The camp continued to move around you as you digested her meaning until realization dawned, quickly followed by disbelief.

“He found it.”

“He sure did.”

“And you’re going with him tomorrow.”

“Like a sheep to the slaughter.”

And somehow, that hurt more. You kept from looking back at the cabin and continued down the steps. It didn’t take long for Chuck to find you again, still carrying your duffel bag and talking in a fluster, before ushering you towards the people you would be escorting to the second camp. And damn it, but Risa was right. Women, children, and the wounded were slated for the caravan.

An evacuation.

You didn’t get back to your cabin until nightfall. Weighted by exhaustion both physically and mentally, you barely reacted when you walked in to find a visitor seated on your bed.

“I’m exhausted, Dean. Is this you or past you?”

“I’m offended you have to ask.”

Finally shrugging out of your bloodied jacket, you threw it down onto the nearest surface and rested your hands on your hips.

“Well, right now, I’m offended by your face.”

And damn him, that your response only made him smile. It wasn’t the full bloom smile that you had fallen in love with all those years ago, but it was the closest he had come to in a long time.

“I thought you liked my face.”

“Not right now.”

He shut his eyes and sighed, as if that exchange alone caused him a great effort. “Will you come here?” He pat the bedspread beside him.

In defiance, you pulled a wobbly chair from the wall, dragged it two feet from the bed and fell into it with crossed arms. He watched you with pursed lips but said nothing on it.

“You have questions, so let’s hear it.”

“Where’s the other Dean?”

His mouth dropping open was the only sign that you had caught him off guard. Licking his lips he cocked his head to the side and tried to play it off.

“He’s safe.”

You raised your eyebrows and remained silent.

“Is this really what you want to talk about?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you found Lucifer’s hideout?”

“I was a little preoccupied…”

“Not too preoccupied to make arrangements to send me away.”

“That…” and for a moment he appeared to struggle to find his next words. “…was a calculated decision.”

“Based on what?"

“I was trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me,” he scoffed at that, but you kept going. “I need you to let me in. Were you really just going to send me away with no word of warning? Without so much as a goodbye?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because if I die, I need to know that you’re nowhere near him. I need to know that you’re far away and safe. I,” he took a deep breath. “I need to know that he won’t touch you. And this…”

His eyes went far away, lost in his plans for what was to come. But you leaned forward in your seat, searching for his gaze, to bring him back and let him know that you weren’t buying it.

“This doesn’t ensure that. You dying, alone doesn’t protect me, Dean.” His eyes narrowed and lifted as if he were about to argue. But he didn’t. Because your face gave it away before your words. “All it’s going to do is break my fucking heart.”

Tears trailed down your cheeks and your hands gripped your arms tighter because you wanted so badly to still be mad at him. To kick, yell, and scream at him that this was the wrong choice. He was making the wrong choice.

He moved forward, helped you to stand then encircled you in his arms, pressed your head into his chest. Your body trembled with every breath as you tried to keep the tide at bay.

“Is there anything I can say to change your mind?”

He pressed you tighter against him.

He didn’t answer.

But that was answer enough.

He was done fighting. You had lost him the second Sam said yes.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, thumbs rubbing into his back.

“Can I stay here tonight?” He asked, with a slight tremor in his timbre.

You held him tighter, breathed him in and responded in the lightest voice you could muster: “I’m offended you have to ask.”

Three Years Later.

The burning ache around your wrists dulled as she concluded her story.

Because that’s all it could really be, right? A story? Within this maddening dream?

The sadness that pulled at her face, weighted her shoulders, and glistened her eyes argued otherwise.

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

A deep breath as she continued to stare into the past.

“After my convoy reached the other camp…” she trailed off, interrupted by your clanging the handcuffs against the radiator.

“Answer me,” you growled, like a caged animal.

“I am,” she returned coldly. “Once the convoy reached the other camp, I headed back to Camp Chitaqua on my own. But there was no one left. Dean failed and the demons had celebrated.

“And now you’re here. Which makes me think the angels still haven’t persuaded Dean to say yes.”

“He won’t.”

She looked at you, firmly back in the present and seemed for a moment to marvel. All the fire within you, the aggressive certainty in a man you believed in and trusted, were flames that had extinguished within herself the day Dean died.

“No,” she said. “Of course, he won’t.”

She stood from her chair and set to releasing your wrists from the cuffs. Once you were free though, you found you could not move. You watched, transfixed as she contemplated her next words.

“Maybe…maybe it’ll be enough if you know that in the few hours we had together,” she paused at the sudden vulnerable expression on your face and smiled as if sharing a secret. “We loved a lifetime’s worth.”

A bright light shone through the cabin windows then, blinding you even as you raised your hands to cover your eyes.

“Knew they would come looking for you,” she said from above.

“What’s going on?”

“If you still think this is a dream, then we are more delusional than we think we are. The angels are looking for you. I kind of stole you, did I mention?”

You pushed yourself to your feet but were only successful in backing yourself into a corner.

Then you heard a shotgun being cocked and her calling out from a much farther distance, “Don’t stop fighting for him. Don’t you stop fighting for him ever.”

When finally the light disappeared, you slowly dropped your hands and peered into the darkness. You were back in the cheap motel room that you had passed out in the night before.

The red digits of the alarm clock glowed up at you from the nightstand.

Three thirty-three in the morning.

The year: 2009.

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woman-of-balnain · 1 year

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Undone in Sorrow Part 1/10 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again.

Please note that while this story is completed, I’m really unhappy with how the last half of it turned out. I’m planning to completely rewrite it, so if you do decide to read this, just know that it’s not my best work (by a long shot) 🫣

A/N: This is a sequel to my other story ‘the Claim’ and probably won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that.

This chapter is mainly just setting up the story and involves events from 6x15 and most of 6x16. I’m not interested in just writing out the show though, so it jumps around a fair bit through the events of those episodes, focusing on the Reader’s role during those events.

The a/b/o dynamics are a little more in the background in this chapter but they will come into play more in the next chapters.

The Reader is Hershel's eldest daughter, but you can also read it as you being his daughter through adoption or having a different mother to both Maggie and Beth. Basically meaning that you can read this with any physical description in mind. But the Reader is considered as 100% his daughter and the sister of Maggie and Beth in all the ways that matter.

Reader is also more of a typical omega, especially since she isn’t on any suppressants. When comparing her with both of her sisters, I see her more like Beth than Maggie. Someone who has learned to fight to protect themselves but isn’t a hardened fighter like some of the other characters around her.

Lastly, I’m going to see how well this is received. I have it plotted out and everything but I’m so used to writing more smutty stuff while this story is more angst + hurt/comfort. So any feedback would be really helpful to let me know if I’m doing okay with this and if I should continue.

Warnings: Protective Rick, angst, a little bit of arguing between Rick/Reader, age gap (Rick is 13 years older than you), you are 26 and Rick is 39, A/B/O dynamics, you have suspicions that you are pregnant, mentions of past miscarriage/stillbirth

Word Count: 4,666

Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune

Turn if you may, from battles never done, I call, as they go by me one by one, Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace, For him who hears love sing and never cease

The sun was filtering through the window of your bedroom, bathing you in warm light when you stirred awake. The reality of Alexandria was still surreal to you, even though it had been around two months since you all arrived and were finally able to settle into somewhere that could truly be a home again.

Slowly, you had all gotten used to it and let your guards down, but part of it still felt too good to be true. At least to you.

Turning in the soft sheets of your bed, you came face to face with Rick, who had been pressed up against you in his sleep. His features were relaxed, no sign of tension or the burdens that were often placed upon him. You couldn’t help but reach out and let your fingertips run across his short beard, taking in the light grey that was spread throughout and which moved up to the hair around his temples.

You loved every single thing about him, but his coarse facial hair always reminded you of the intimate moments you shared. It always tickled against your skin, leaving echoes of his affection long after his touch was gone.

Your ministrations caused his eyes to flutter open and then his lips curved up into a smile when the fog of sleep left him and he took in the sight of you. Returning his smile with a sweet one of your own, you leaned forward to give him a quick kiss and savored the way his arms seemed to automatically wrap around you.

“Morning, handsome,” you said, bringing your fingers up to move through his hair.

“Mmm,” he stifled a yawn before affectionately brushing his nose against yours. “Morning, sweetheart.”

Days like these were ones that you cherished. When neither of you were in a hurry to be anywhere and you could wake up slowly, enjoying each other’s company before you got up and faced reality. Peering over Rick’s shoulder, you saw through the baby monitor that Judith was still sound asleep.

Your movement allowed him to bury his face in your neck, his lips automatically finding the mating bite he’d given you and pressing soft kisses to it. You sighed happily, laying back down onto the bed and Rick followed your movements, bringing his mouth back to yours.

His lips moved languidly against your own, soft and sensual as his hands explored along your lower stomach, fingertips teasing your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and just enjoying the fact that you were together. That you were both safe – that your family was safe.

“I love you,” was whispered from your lips as they only just left his own.

“I love you too,” he responded immediately, pulling back to look into your eyes.

His touch left your stomach, and he cupped your face in his hands, his brow furrowing as he saw some uneasiness in your gaze.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just Maggie,” you admitted.

“You’re thinking about your sister right now?” He quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“Come on,” you laughed softly at his teasing before you turned serious again. “After what those Saviors did that to her and Carol… I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“Baby, it’s over,” his gaze softened, and his fingers began to stroke your cheeks. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore. They’re all gone, we took care of it. Hilltop came through and things are gonna get better.”

“Yeah, it’s just… there’s always something that comes after, you know?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted, his tone confident and steadfast. “This is our home now and we’re always gonna fight for it. It doesn’t matter what comes next because this is all ours. No one’s gonna take it from us. I promise.”

You nodded, knowing that Rick had always come through. No matter what had been thrown your way, even with losing people, he always won the fight in the end.

“I know. I believe in you, Rick, I know that you’ll do everything you can to protect this place. I’m just… still getting used to the fact that Alexandria is real. It still feels too good to be true.”

“Hey, it’s okay to just enjoy it, you know? After everything we’ve been through, we deserve this. It’s not going anywhere, and neither are we.”

You looked up at him with admiration, knowing that he was right and that he would never stop fighting for a chance, no matter how dark and messed up the world had gotten and could still become.

“Thank you, Rick,” you said softly, before noting the slight confusion that crossed his features. “For always fighting to keep us all safe.”

“You don’t ever have to thank me for that, sweetheart,” he smiled down at you affectionately. “It’s my job.”

You grinned back at him, feeling a little more at ease. And then Rick bent his head down, bringing your lips into another kiss and you let the rest of your trepidation fade away.

You found Maggie sitting at the kitchen table when you stopped by her house later that day. After Enid explained that she’d taken over your younger sister’s shift, you had wanted to check up on her. After her encounter with that group of Saviors and especially now with Carol gone, you were still worried about how she was doing.

You gave a couple of light knocks to the door before letting yourself inside, eyeing her with concern.

“Hey,” she greeted you, looking up with a small smile.

“How’re you doing?” You asked, moving over to the table.

“I’m fine,” she brushed away your concern, looking back down at the book she’d been reading.

“Carol’s gone,” you told her, causing Maggie to look back at you with surprise. “Left in the middle of the night. So, you can’t blame me for being worried.”

“Did anyone go after her?”

“Yeah. Rick left a little while ago. But Maggie… look, you don’t have to talk about it, but I’m still gonna worry. You’re pregnant and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t… we’ve lost too many people already.”

Maggie regarded you softly, understanding the meaning behind your words all too well. Of all the people in your lives before the fall, now it was only the two of you left. And the pain of losing your father and then your baby sister… that was all still raw and fresh for both of you.

But then she frowned, a slight look of judgement crossing her features and you looked away. You knew what had likely entered her mind, but hoped you were wrong. You didn’t want to discuss it right now. You just wanted to focus on Maggie and if she was okay.

“And what about you?” She asked, confirming your fears that she was going to make you talk about it. “Have you told Rick yet?”

“No…” You admitted.

“Y/N,” she sighed. “He deserves to know.”

She was right, you knew that. But that didn’t stop the trepidation you felt about having that particular conversation with your alpha. Things that had happened in the past left you doubting how he might handle the news that you suspected you were also pregnant.

If you were, then you were likely only about as far along as your sister. It wasn’t obvious, and you weren’t showing, so Rick had no idea about your suspicions.

“I know that Maggie,” you answered her. “I just… I don’t want to get his hopes up again. Not after last time. Not until I know for sure.”

She gave you a sympathetic look, knowing what you were referring to. Back in the prison, you’d been pregnant before. But once the flu went around, you’d gotten extremely sick and gone into premature labor at only 6 months along. Despite your father, Hershel, doing everything he could to help, the baby had come out stillborn.

Rick had been out, dealing with Carol and when he got back it was already over. It had left both of you distraught, but you knew Rick also felt guilt over not being there. So, you didn’t want to tell him yet, not until you knew for sure.

“Y/N,” Maggie leaned over the table, taking your hands in hers. “I understand, but with everything that’s been going on... we don’t have the luxury of guarantees anymore. We don’t know what’ll happen today, or tomorrow. You should just tell him, because if something happens, you don’t want to be left with that kind of regret.”

You could see the logic in her words, but your conversation with Rick earlier than morning was still fresh in your mind.

“I see what you’re saying, but this is Rick we’re talking about. Everything we’ve been through, it’s him that got us out of it. Nothing’s going to happen, Maggie. I’ll tell him when I’m ready. Now that the Saviors are gone, I’ll organize to go see Dr. Carson. If he confirms it, then I’ll tell Rick.”

“Okay,” she relented, pulling back with another sigh. “Just don’t wait too long. You know better than anyone that he would want to know.”

Your only answer was to give a short nod, knowing that she was right. But ultimately, it was between you and Rick, so you quickly changed the topic, asking where Glenn was.

It wasn’t long before you regretted your words to Maggie, how you had been so certain that nothing was going to happen. She was right – she usually was. In this new world there were no guarantees, and something was always going on. Usually something bad rather than good.

You had panicked when she fell to the floor in severe pain, right after Enid had stopped by and cut her hair. After a moment though, you had sprung into action and told Enid to get help. She had returned with Rick who had apparently only just arrived back in Alexandria a little while ago. He had quickly taken control of the situation.

Now, you were in the RV, right by Maggie’s side and trying to comfort her, even as anxiety pulsed through you from the way she looked. Your little sister was feverish and groaning from the pain in her abdomen.

The worst part was how none of you knew what exactly was wrong. You only knew that it was something to do with the baby and that you’d never seen your sister looking so ill.

“Y/N.”

You turned, seeing Rick in the doorway. You caught the tell-tale signs that betrayed his worry, but they were subtle, and to most he would have seemed like his calm and confident self. He gestured with his head that he wanted to talk to you, so you got up and followed him outside of the RV.

“We’re heading out now,” he said lowly, his head dipping a little so that he was looking you right in the eye. “She’ll be okay, I’ll make sure she is.”

“I know that…” you replied, a little confused.

When you didn’t make any move to leave or say goodbye, Rick frowned.

“You’re not coming,” he said sternly, attempting to leave no room for argument.

“Yes, I am,” you retorted, getting frustrated. “I’m not leaving Maggie on her own.”

“She won’t be alone, she has all of us. Y/N, you need to stay here.”

“Rick, I know you’re going to do everything you can to get her to Hilltop safely, but she’s my sister. Glenn isn’t here, I need to be with her.”

“And I need you safe,” he countered, moving to take your hands in his. “I… need you to stay and take care of Judith.”

You knew that despite the love you both held for your adopted daughter, he was just using that as an excuse.

“There’s other people to look after Judith. She’ll be fine here because here is safe. Besides, you already took care of the Saviors. I know you don’t like it, and that you’re just worried, but I can’t stay here and wonder if Maggie’s okay. I need to be there for her. After dad, after Beth… I can’t just sit around waiting and wondering. Please, Rick.”

He sighed, letting go of you and running a hand through his hair.

“Fine,” he gave in. “But you stay with Maggie. If we run into trouble, you say out of sight. And you do everything that I tell you to. Everything, Y/N.”

“I will,” you agreed.

“Okay,” he nodded, his features softening a little. “Sorry, I just… never mind.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you later. We need to get moving.”

You could tell that there was something weighing on him. Something new, that hadn’t been there in the morning before he left to look for Carol. But Rick was right, you needed to get Maggie to Dr. Carson and if he said it could wait, then you trusted that it wasn’t anything too important.

You quickly worked out why Rick was so reluctant to let you come, as the RV was blocked at every turn. The confidence he held when you all set out began to slip away, replaced with anxiety. But there was no time in the chaos of it all to confront him about the fact that the Saviors had actually not been taken care of and that there were still plenty more out there.

The attack on the satellite outpost hadn’t finished anything at all. Instead, it had started something and all of the signs pointing to the Saviors having a lot of people and a lot resources set you on edge.

“She’ll be okay,” Carl said from behind you.

You turned around, seeing the boy who had grown exponentially since the first time you met him. Back then, when he was brought to the farm, shot and bleeding out, you hadn’t known if he’d make it. Now there was hardly any trace of that boy left, with Carl becoming hardened from the world around him and all of the things he’d experienced.

You looked back to Maggie, taking in the way she was burning up and how Rick tried to soothe and reassure her.

“We don’t know that,” you replied to Carl, worried by the way her condition had worsened.

“My dad will get us there,” Carl insisted. “You know that. Once she’s at Hilltop and sees the doctor, she’ll be fine.”

“Carl…”

You turned back to face him, unsure if you should say what was on your mind. Carl usually had a steadfast faith in Rick, and you didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that, but you could clearly see and sense the panic building up in your alpha.

“What is it?” The boy who was practically your son asked. “What’s wrong?”

He knew you well enough by now to pick up on when you were worried over something.

“Just… look at him. He’s getting anxious and so am I. If we don’t get there soon, what will happen to Maggie? It doesn’t seem to matter what route we take, it’s like they’re always five steps ahead of us.”

“Y/N,” Carl said, his tone serious and his resolve unwavering. “We’ve been through hell before and every time, we’ve gotten out of it. Stop worrying, it’ll be fine.”

You just nodded, not missing the way his confidence showed how much he’d matured over the years. But you also wondered how he wasn’t picking up on Rick’s scent, which betrayed his inner turmoil to you. Maybe it wasn’t as strong to the others. Or maybe it had something to do with the mating bond you shared.

There were other signs though; the sweat covering his skin and how it made some of his curls stick to his forehead, the frantic look in his eyes, the way he’d started breathing a little heavier… He was starting to feel trapped in a corner and if it weren’t for Maggie, you knew he would’ve been fighting back by now. But they’d caught him in a weak moment, when he had to control his emotions in order to keep other people safe. And you knew that it was starting to get at him and leave him feeling helpless.

It felt like days had passed, rather than just hours. The entire group that was in the RV was on edge – except maybe Carl, who had a strange, stoic calmness throughout the whole thing. But now, night had fallen and after Eugene’s suggestion, the group had decided to split up.

You stood outside the RV, silently watching as the others prepared to leave. After Rick spoke with Eugene, he caught your eye and made his way over to you. Your stomach churned with apprehension, picking up on how high strung he was.

It was strange because you’d never really experienced anything like it. Even before you’d claimed one another, there had been that undeniable pull and connection between the two of you. But you’d never been so attuned to his emotions before, and it was almost like his were mixing and intertwining with your own, confusing you about what it was you were feeling and what was coming from him.

But you had made a decision and despite how uneasy he was, you were resolved to go through with it.

“I’m going with Eugene,” you told him gently, not wanting to argue about it.

Rick’s features twisted, his expression becoming even more desperate. He shook his head and looked at you with wide, pleading eyes.

“Baby, please,” he implored you, speaking softly in order to try and keep your conversation private. “It’s bad enough that you’re out here and not at home. We’re not splitting up.”

He wasn’t angry or frustrated or trying to assert his authority over you. Instead, he just looked desperate, and it broke your heart. You often saw a different side of him in private, compared to the others, but that didn’t make his obvious distress over the situation any easier to absorb. But you knew that you would be more useful with Eugene than on foot with the others.

“I’m not a fighter… you know that Rick,” you tried to reason with him. “If this is how I can help Maggie, then that’s what I’m going to do. We’ll be okay, they’re just trying to stop us from getting to Hilltop. I know you’ll get her there safely. I trust you to do that, so trust me to do this.”

“We don’t know what they’re trying to do,” he argued. “You going with Eugene could be just as dangerous!”

“Rick, we don’t have time to fight about this. Please, just get my sister to the doctor and let me do my part to help. Something I know I can do to help her.”

“You said you’d do what I told you to,” he pointed out. “When I let you come with us. So why are you fighting me on this?”

“Because I’ll just be in the way if I come with you.”

He sighed, before moving towards you. Then he was resting his forehead against your own as his hands came to hold your hips. You felt the way his resolve washed away and knew that he was done fighting you on the matter.

“Baby, just promise me you’ll be safe,” he relented, knowing they had to leave quickly.

“I’ll do everything I can to try,” was the best answer you could give him.

He nodded before titling his head to kiss you. It was brief, but it still conveyed so many emotions. He was desperate and panicked, unsure of what might happen in the near future. But you were all determined to try, knowing that Maggie was in danger and needed medical attention as soon as possible.

Rick’s scent wrapped around you, seeping through until you felt his trepidation, his fear and his doubts like they were your own feelings. But when he pulled his lips away from yours, he put his walls back up and headed over to the others, preparing to carry Maggie through the woods to safety.

Abraham and Eugene exchanged a nod while Rick gave you one last lingering look. You smiled back at him, hoping it would give him reassurance, but deep down you knew that it likely wouldn’t. If the way his own inner emotions had been so obvious to you were any indication, then your own were probably just as clear to him.

“Come on,” you said to Eugene, turning away from the man you loved. “We should get going too.”

He just nodded, following you back into the RV.

Rick’s heart was pounding like a drum in his chest as the floodlights suddenly turned on, temporarily blinding him and the others. The trademark whistling of the Saviors resounded around them, too loud and too high-pitched, ringing through his ears. Time seemed to move slowly around him, as his mind struggled to catch up and comprehend what was happening.

His small group turned and looked through the clearing, taking in the sight of countless Saviors, who were completely trapping them in the area. Very briefly, he was glad that you’d convinced him to let you stay with Eugene. Because it was bad enough that Carl was with him in that moment. If you were there, the very final threads of his sanity would have likely snapped.

Carl could take care of himself. But you? You were an omega, the very definition of someone who needs to be protected and as your alpha, that was his job. He knew that he should have tried harder to talk you out of coming on the trip, back in Alexandria. After realizing that there were more Saviors out there when he was with Morgan, looking for Carol. He’d almost told you, but the urgency of the situation had prevented him from doing so.

And now, they were surrounded with no way out. The sense of hopelessness that had gradually been building up inside of him as the RV was blocked at every turn now boiled over. He was failing Maggie, his own sister-in-law, during the time she when needed him and his leadership the most. She had said she trusted him, believed in him and he’d let her down. He’d let them all down.

The future had never been so uncertain, but if he knew one thing, it was that it sure as hell didn’t look good. Rick realized that he was shaking, as the shock set in. His wide and frantic eyes swept over the area and then he froze.

“No…” he breathed out so quietly it was barely audible.

There was Eugene, kneeling down with the RV parked neatly in the background. The knowledge that their plan had failed, that Eugene had been captured with his face bloody and beaten… that was already enough to break Rick down even further.

But you weren’t there. You were nowhere to be found and he had never felt so scared and helpless.

“Good, you made it. Welcome to where you’re goin’.”

And suddenly, time seemed to move back at its normal pace as that asshole from earlier, the first one they’d encountered, was talking to him again. Rick’s body seemed like it was broken in half, where he took in what was happening around him, but he was also distracted as his mind screamed out one persistent thought over and over again.

Where the hell were you?

He let himself hope that you’d gotten away somehow. That you were safe, and the lack of your presence didn’t suggest something ominous.

Before he knew it, their guns had been taken and they’d been forced to set the stretcher down. Maggie hadn’t been given any special treatment, forced to kneel just like the rest of them had been ordered to. Then he was looking at Eugene again, who had been dragged over to join the rest of the group.

“Y/N?” He croaked out, just hoping for some kind of answer.

But Eugene never got the chance before the asshole who seemed to be in charge was in his face again, insisting that he get down on his knees. Every part of Rick was telling him to fight back, and he looked around again briefly before he begrudgingly complied. He knew that he had to stay calm in order to keep the others safe. In that moment, he knew that they were powerless. There was nothing he could do.

So, he slowly got down on his knees, trying to ignore the look Maggie gave him. He wasn’t sure if it was just from the pain she was experiencing or if it was because she couldn’t believe he wasn’t doing more to resist.

He couldn’t do anything but watch as Michonne, Glenn, Daryl and Rosita were pulled out from the back of a van and forced to join them. He could only sit there, drenched in sweat and apprehension, his breath coming out in heavy pants as his body continued to shake against his will. He looked around him with wild eyes, still unable to fully comprehend that it all was really, truly happening.

And then the mustached asshole was talking to them again as he made his way over to the RV, which now sat in front of them.

“All right, we got a full boat. Let’s meet the man.”

Negan.

Rick realized that all of this, every single thing that had transpired that day had led to this moment. This had all been Negan – the real Negan – introducing himself to them.

The asshole knocked against the RV and there was a brief pause where silence fell around them. But then the door swung open and a tall man in a leather jacket came into view, grinning smugly at them as he rested a baseball bat with barbed wire around it against his shoulder. Rick instantly recognized that he was an alpha, the other man’s strong and stifling scent reaching him even with the distance between them.

“Pissin’ our pants yet?” He asked, remaining in the doorway. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re gettin’ close.”

He watched them all for a moment, taking it all in with a sick sense of satisfaction. Then, the man, the one who was clearly Negan, turned to look back into the RV.

“Come on out darlin’,” he said, with his lips in a permanent smirk. “Let’s get you all reunited.”

Rick barely had time to register his relief at seeing you alive, as Negan dragged you out of the RV, holding on tightly to your hair. Because even though you were alive, he wanted you to be anywhere but there, while he was helpless to do anything to protect you.

As Negan forced your head up so that you were looking at the others, Rick’s inner alpha reared its ugly head, causing Rick to become both furious and distressed. Your face was bleeding and bruised; you looked like you’d been crying and your features were scrunched up in pain at the vice like grip Negan had on your head.

Rick’s fists clenched and the way his body was shaking became even worse. Every instinct within him was saying that he needed to ensure your safety and kill anyone standing in his way, but he had to keep himself in check. It was a torturous struggle raging inside of him, battling between the urge to protect and the need to survive – for all of you to survive.

“No,” he found his voice cracking, the word escaping his lips before he knew it. “No, no, no…”

He looked at you with despair over the situation you’d all found yourselves in. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized there was nothing he could do. He had found himself helpless at the hands of Negan, which was exactly how the other alpha wanted him.

“Oh…” Negan let out a sadistic chuckle, his gaze falling right on Rick. “Yes, yes, yes.”

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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i can’t believe i only JUST saw that you write for jimmy darling😭

i was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader joins the troupe as a helper and falls in love with jimmy but he’s apprehensive of “normies” bc of his past interaction with maggie? whether or not he eventually gives her a chance is totally up to you!

i hope this wasn’t too specific <3

haven't watched freakshow in FOREVER so i tried my best with this one bestie. also, send in more negan requests like asap, i'm in need of them after watching new episodes.

I wonder if he hates me.

My eyes watch Jimmy as he steps from his trailer, his chest huffing up and down in deep breaths as he tries to take a deep breath of the fresh morning air but fails. He always seems so tense, so scared, whenever he's forced to interact with those outside of his comfortable group- including me.

I've been nothing but kind and patient with him, trying to make small talk whenever I can but he always just blushes bashfully and makes an excuse about needing to help something with whatever he can pull out of his ass.

"Hey, Darling!" I shout, taking myself by surprise at my own surge of confidence, my heart racing as Jimmy turns to look at me, his hand raising to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

"Hiya." He says simply, giving me a half smile as I approach him. "Need somethin'?" He asks, eyes quickly looking back and forth between my own until he casts his gaze towards the ground, shifting nervously on his feet.

"I just wanted to ask," I pause, shoving my hands in my pocket, "if I did something to offend or upset you." He looks taken back by my question, his brows furrowing briefly before taking an awkward look around.

"No, not at all-" He starts but I can barely contain my words.

"Okay, well it just really seemed like I did something because every time I try to talk to you-"

"Oh!" He cuts me off, a bashful smile taking over his handsome face, his cheeks blushing in a deep red. "I'm sorry." He mutters incredulously, taking a step towards me as he hands his head. "It wasn't my intention to hurt your feelins'." He whispers lowly, his eyes hiding a bit of embarrassment behind them.

"I just wanted to make sure I didn't offend you or anything." I repeat, looking up at him with a soft smile, realizing that he's nervous, he's not mad. He just seems awkward and excited to be talking to me now that I can see him up close.

"No, 'course not. I guess I just," he pauses shyly before leaning towards me. "I guess I have trust issues." My brows lift in subtle shock but there's nothing but sincerity behind his eyes, just boyish curiosity.

"Oh." I simple say, giving him a shrug as his face relaxes a bit. "Okay, that's okay." I offer, looking back and forth between his eyes, fighting the urge to reach out to him, to take his hands in mine but given his anxiety regarding just talking to me, I can imagine touching him would be overwhelming.

"Yeah?" He asks, eyes squinting in the sunlight and his hair blows gently in the wind, making him look as if he was painted in a painting- pure and kind, not touched by anything bad in this world even though he'd disagree.

"Yeah, of course." I grin, reaching forward to pat him simply on the shoulder before letting out a needed sigh of relief as he does the same. "Just wanted to make sure we're good."

"Yeah, we're great." He grins, his shoulders straightening and his stance switches to something resembling confidence, maybe comfort even.

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Hey again my most fav Enid fic writer, like, ever 💋✨

Sooo, I have two ideas in mind but imma send the second one as a separate request :)

Alright so imagine Enid, Carl, and reader in/during The Lineup...

I feel like there're so many different ways things could go down- but for now could ya' write where Enid and reader were helping carry sick n' pregnant Maggie, while Carl and the rest of em' are killing off walkers or whatever (I'm sure you remember how that episode went down lol).

But Negan ends up killing Carl, leaving Enid and the reader to grieve over their now dead best friend.

Maybe some fluffy comfort at the end? 💖

oh god, i definitely do remember this episode all too well. i think everyone does 😭 i’m gonna try my hardest with this, just know that the dialogue won’t be completely accurate because i don’t remember what Negan says but i don’t wanna go back 😭 so bare with me.

warnings: major death. Negan. (anytime he’s in my stories he will have his own warning) lots of blood. angst, little comfort but barely any. spoilers for season 7 episode 1 of The Walking Dead

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but they’ll be open again soon :)

it was so cold. you could see your own breath as you and Enid helped Maggie maneuver through the woods. Carl stood in front of you, killing every walker that was coming your way. everyone else stood on your sides, protecting the three of you, but especially Maggie.

she looked so sick. color had drained from her face, and it looked like she hadn’t slept in months, although that was far from the truth.

when you made it into an empty area of the woods, you were all suddenly blinded by bright lights that surrounded all of you. you turned around, trying to find a way to escape this, but you quickly realized you couldn’t, every inch of this area of the forest was blocked by men, staring at you with guns in their hands.

your heart was racing so fast it shouldn’t have been possible. you held Maggie behind you, keeping her shielded from those men.

one man walked out, standing in front of all of you. “i want all of you to kneel.” he emphasized the word to show his dominance against all of you, and none of you had no other choice but to listen.

you and Enid carefully set Maggie on the ground, still holding onto her arms for support. the guy walked behind you, ripping your arms away from Maggie’s and taking your guns in the process.

you looked over at everyone, who had horror all over their faces. it seemed like the only reasonable reaction to have; fear.

he walked over to a van that was parked a few feet away from you and opened it. in the back, Glenn, Daryl and Michonne were inside. two other men from beside the truck helped the other pull them out, roughly throwing them to the ground.

“Maggie?” Glenn choked out. he hadn’t seen her in hours, he had no idea that you and Enid helped Maggie cut her hair, or that she was in the most mind numbing pain right now.

he was slapped in the face after that, “don’t speak!” the man demanded. you flinched at the loudness of his voice. “Negan will deal with you all shortly.”

who the hell is Negan?

your own question was answered when the trailer van fifteen feet in front of you opened, and a man with a bat stepped out, smiling widely. that was Negan.

he walked over to you guys, looking down the line. “which one of you is Rick Grimes?” he then kneeled down in front of Rick, like he already knew.

“it’s you, right?” he asked. Rick had no choice but to nod. sweat dripped down his curls, even though it was the coldest of nights right now.

“do you know why i have you here, Rick? it’s because you killed my men. and when i sent more of my men to kill you…. you killed more of my men!”

you remembered that. you were all on a run, just wanting to get more supplies for Alexandria. they ambushed you, but it was surprisingly easy to take them all down. but of course, it came with consequences.

“so you know what? i’m killing two of you, right here. and you won’t know who it is until this bat smashes their head into the ground. and after that, you work for me. your food, your supplies, will all be for me.”

you had to come to terms with the fact that you were about to lose two people from your group, and one of them could be you. or Enid. tears slipped down your face just from that thought.

Negan stood back up, “so! lets play a game, yeah?”

he walked to the end of the line, starting at Glenn. “eenie,” then Daryl, “meenie,” then Michonne, “minie,” and then Abraham, “moe.”

Abraham looked up at him, no fear or hesitation in his eyes. Negan swung the bat once, giving him a hard hit on his head. Sasha and Rosita cried out.

with blood on his head, Abraham looked back up at Negan, still no fear in his eyes. “suck… my… nuts.” he hissed out. Negan let out a loud laugh at that, “you’re serious?”

he shook his head, and then bashed his head with the bat once more. Abraham was unconscious now, but he didn’t stop. the bat beat into his head until it started to turn into mush, mixed with blood and brains. you wanted to look away but you couldn’t, tears clouded your vision. the only thing that you could head was Rosita and Sasha crying out, begging Negan to stop.

you looked at Negan was disbelief, not understanding how he was smiling proudly at what he had done. you had met complete and utter psychos before during this apocalypse, but you now know that Negan is far beyond a psycho.

“would you look at that!” he yelled, laughing down at Abraham’s now headless body. the cries continued, but it only seemed to fuel Negan.

“maybe, just maybe, this will teach you guys a fucking lesson. don’t fuck with The Saviors, alright? because i’ll keep doing this until there’s none of you left to fight back. not like you can anyways,”

“now, let’s get back to it!” he turned around, smashing the bat onto Carl’s head. your eyes widened and a scream left not only yours, but Enid, and Rick’s lips. Enid held you back as you tried to reach for Carl, tears running down your face. Negan stopped, turning around to face you as Carl bled out.

“oh, i’m sorry, sweetheart.” Negan fake pouted, “was he your little boyfriend?” your face hardened as Enid held you back tighter, “oh, i see.” a sick and twisted smile made its way to his lips when he looked between the two of you.

he turned back around, continuing to smash the bat onto Carl’s head. his hat had already fallen off, but was now splattered in blood. Rick’s screams of terror, and anger filled the woods. you couldn’t stop crying, and Enid was struggling to keep herself together.

you fell out of Enid’s arms, body going limp from the crying and screaming. you didn’t know what to feel, you felt numb. you just watched your best friend get murdered. brutally, at that. you couldn’t even imagine what Rick felt, that was his son.

the sun had risen, and you were all still in that same area of the woods. The Saviors were gone, but everything they did would never leave you alone. everything you owned was now theirs. and none of you had a say in it.

Carl and Abraham’s body laid there, their blood was everywhere. Sasha and Rosita cried together, despite the problems they were having days ago, and even yesterday. none of it mattered anymore.

sobs racked through your body when Rick handed you Carl’s bloody flannel and hat. “he’d want both of you to have these.” he spoke hoarsely, trying to hold back his emotions. he had gotten good at it, but this wasn’t a time he could do it. and you didn’t expect him to.

Enid pulled you into her arms, and your cries turned muffled as you dropped your head into her neck. she sniffled, leaning her head on yours as she started to quietly cry as well.

you wanted this to be a nightmare so bad. you squeezed your own arm, hoping you would wake up. Enid would be by your side, sleeping peacefully, and right downstairs Carl would be eating breakfast with Judith, Rick and Michonne. everything would be perfect.

“Y/N,” Enid whispered. you opened your eyes, looking straight into hers. she intertwined her hand with yours, “we’re gonna kill him, okay? he can’t and won’t get away with this.”

“we can’t, Enid.” you cried. “he has too much power over us and you know that. we can’t kill him. we’re trapped now.”

Enid shook her head, “i know we’ll be able to. we just need time to prepare, and we can do it. we’ll do it for Carl.” tears slipped down your eyes just from the that.

you nodded, “for Carl.”

Enid gave you a small smile, despite everything she was feeling. she leaned forward, kissing your head softly and then leaning down to your lips. she connected them, holding your face in her hands.

“i love you. we can do this.” she whispered. “i love you too.” you whispered back. Enid pressed one more kiss to your head, lingering her lips there.

#enid twd #enid rhee #enid rhee x fem!reader #enid rhee x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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16. “I’m back. Hold onto your wife.

Also, don’t know if you do Negan (I saw JDM so maybe?) but second person, sunny, maybe reader is rick grimes’ wife and negan is just being a lil shit like always and making grimes mad. If you’re down to write it of course!!!

AMBIENCE: Zombie Apocalypse

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

NOTES: I have watched like 5 episodes of The Walking Dead so forgive me if I wrote something that just doesn't add up lol

Rick Grimes was out in the woods under the blazing sun and with an axe in one hand.

The weather had shifted recently; during daytime the heat was almost unbearable and yet, at night, a bone-chilling cold took over so he was looking for wood for the fireplace. He froze when he heard strange noises and glanced all around him thinking the undead may be near, but he was only surrounded by trees. He eased his nerves by picturing you, his wife, in his head. He could see you at home, fresh out of the shower and making yourself a cup of coffee.

Rick smiled. He missed you. He wondered if he had left you enough wood the last time he visited you to keep yourself warm at night.

You two were apart because it would be the safest thing for now. After Negan showed up, he held you hostage, and he even had you forcefully playing house. “That sick fuck" Rick thought. He hated it when his mind betrayed him and displayed that image abruptly in his head, but it was also the reason he had chosen to keep you hidden in a small house far away from his. Visiting you was quite the adventure; he had to be very careful because no one could know where you were.

Your husband had saved you but you would never truly be safe while Negan was still out there.

The intrusive thoughts sometimes also reminded him that since you spent so much time alone with Negan, you had learned to tolerate him. More than Rick would’ve wanted. He said you were inevitably confused in such circumstance but he would rather die before calling it “Stockholm Syndrome”. He knew full well that Negan liked you a lot, so the fact that you didn’t hate your former captor ate at Rick every now and then.

As he went further into the woods, he heard strange noises again, so he stopped in his tracks, he felt followed. He gripped the axe in his right hand tighter.

“Who’s there?” He asked out loud as he stared straight ahead.

But he didn’t notice the man standing behind him with a rock in his hand. Suddenly, everything went black.

When Rick woke up, he couldn’t see a thing and he realized he was hooded, gagged, and tied up. A few minutes later he was pulled up to his feet and taken somewhere else. His heart was racing like never before, he was sweating profusely and all he could think of was you, begging the universe to let him live another day just to see you. Whoever was brusquely dragging him by the arm stopped and forced him to kneel on the ground.

Rick heard heavy footsteps, boots most likely, getting closer to him. Then, his hood was violently removed and he squinted while his eyes got used to the overwhelming sun for the first time in hours. He looked up and they widened for his worst nightmare had come true; Negan was standing before him with an evil grin on his face, while surrounded by his people. And he knew exactly what to say to make Rick’s blood boil, so he squatted down and gripped his chin to stare into his soul.

“I’m back.” He murmured proudly. “Hold onto your wife.”

#Thanks for your request! <3 #Negan #Rick Grimes #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #Andrew Lincoln #The Walking Dead #Promp Requests

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Blood Moon Waltz

Neggie/Negan Smith x Maggie Greene || Rated: G || Words: 1.3k

Summary: They are destined to be together as the Blood Moon says.

A/N: Hey, it's been a while haha. I've been suffering from bad writer's block which is why I haven't written in a while. But I really wanted to write something for Halloween so I wrote this real quick.

This is inspired by/very loosely based off an episode of a cartoon that I love called Star vs. the Forces of Evil; episode 15 of season 1 to be exact.

Here's some music to go with this fic if you're interested: https://youtu.be/gCFCDFq3Wss?si=v-bhxdYO_e9Z6IT-

Anyways, enjoy! :]

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The crisp air blew the autumn leaves amongst the trees of the forest. Maggie sat and watched as the colorful display wisped around her and some up into the night sky. It was chilly but it wasn't bothersome to her as her thick fur provided her with enough warmth. It was one of the little things that made her thankful to be a werewolf rather than a creature with no fur. Wrapping her tail around herself and snuggling closer to the tree she was up against, she continued watching the leaves when her ears perked up as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Maggie, what are you doing over here alone?" Carol, one of the older wolves and a good friend of Maggie, said as she came around the tree to show herself.

"Just wanted some alone time," Maggie told her honestly.

"Come back to the festival, dear. You know how important tonight is."

Maggie sighed. "You know that's never been my thing, Carol."

"I know. But the Pairing is happening soon. You can't miss that… Who knows, you could be chosen this time."

Maggie looked away from her and up to the full moon which was bright red. The Blood Moon as her kind referred to it. The Blood Moon is a significant thing in werewolf culture. It appears every year on Halloween and when it does, werewolves from all packs gather at night to celebrate and, when it's at its peak, an event known as the Pairing happens. The Pairing is when the Blood Moon focuses its light on two wolves, sometimes more, exposing their love for each other and signifying that they are destined to be together, bonding their souls together for eternity as moonmates.

Maggie was never a fan of the huge celebration but even she knew Carol was right in that she should be there for the Pairing. At one time she thought that Glenn, another wolf from her pack and good friend, would be her moonmate but the moon has never chosen them even though they like each other and she wonders if someone else is destined to be her moonmate. There was someone else she was interested in as well but she knew he didn't love her back and the Blood Moon would never pair them.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she looked back to Carol. "Okay, you're right. I'll come back."

Carol smiled at her. "Good."

Maggie stood up and followed Carol back to the clearing where the celebration was being held. The clearing was lit with torches and decorated with various flowers and plants to show respect to the moon. Wolves from packs everywhere were here. Many were socializing but some were also keeping to themselves, whether because they were shy or were also not fans of big parties. There was a feast of food that was prepared by all the packs, each one providing their share of whatever they had to offer. There was also water and other drinks, a popular one being apple cider.

Maggie went around and talked with some of the other wolves. After talking a bit, she stood off to the side and watched everyone. Looking over the crowd, she saw her family, friends, wolves from other packs that she recognized, and… Negan. That damn wolf. Negan was from another pack that her pack was on good terms with but that didn't stop him from being a pain in the ass sometimes. Him and Maggie had a love-hate relationship. They found each other aggravating but they were also very intrigued with each other in a way. Neither one can even remember how this weird rivalry-friendship started but neither would give it up.

Negan looked over and spotted Maggie as well. Usually Maggie was eager to banter with him but she wanted to be alone right now. She tried looking around and pretending not to see him but it was too late, he was already coming over. When he reached her, he grinned at her.

"Good evening, m'lady. My, don't you look lovely," Negan said half-teasingly and half-seriously.

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. Hello Negan."

"You having a good time?" Negan asked her.

"Hmm… I was until you showed up," Maggie teased back.

Negan chuckled. "Funny. You want some cider? I can get us some."

Maggie thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah, that would be nice… Thank you."

Negan smiled. "Alright, be right back."

Negan left to get them some cider and then brought it back. He handed Maggie her cup and Maggie nodded in thanks. They then spent time talking while drinking their cider. Even though neither would admit it, they both enjoyed each other's company a lot… And even felt something deeper for each other.

Soon, their attention was directed to the sound of a wolf speaking up to the crowd. "Good evening fellow wolves," the voice, who Maggie recognized as Rick, her pack's leader, said. "It's time for the Pairing. The Blood Moon is about to choose moonmates. Let's all direct our attention to her as she decides," he told everyone.

Everyone watched as the Blood Moon's red shine began glowing brighter and forming a spotlight on the ground. Maggie wondered who the lucky wolves would be as the light moved to find its chosen ones. Slowly the light moved closer and closer to Maggie and Negan until they were engulfed in it. Both Negan and Maggie's eyes widened in shock at the revelation, and some other wolves must've been surprised too as they heard a few gasps from the crowd.

"Oh my… I didn't realize just how in love with me you are, Maggie," Negan spoke up teasingly.

Maggie blushed and looked away from him. She hated admitting it but he was right.

"Hehe… Well, I feel the same about you, darling," he told her honestly. He held out his paw in invitation for her to take hold of it. "May I have this dance?" he asked her. It is tradition that moonmates share a waltz after being chosen.

Maggie reached her paw out and took his in hers. "Yes," she answered and smiled at him.

They walked out to the middle of the clearing, the Blood Moon's light following them, and all the other wolves around them moved to make room and formed a circle around them to watch. Negan and Maggie took hold of each other and began to dance as the wolves in charge of the music began to play the traditional Blood Moon Waltz music. The beautiful, somewhat haunting tune filled the air as Negan and Maggie danced. The glow of red from the Blood Moon shined down on them and the autumn leaves on the ground began to float over and swirled around them as if on their volition.

As the music and their dance came to an end, the Blood Moon's glow bursted out in a wave of light across the forest, sending a sort of pleasurable shockwave through both Negan and Maggie. Then the light disappeared and the leaves fell back down to the ground. That must've been the soul bond, they both thought.

"Heh… I guess we're moonmates now," Negan said after a moment of silence.

"That we are," Maggie responded. "I never thought I'd admit this but… I was always secretly hoping we would be."

Negan smiled. "Me too, darling. For a long time now. I love you."

Maggie smiled back. "I love you too."

Negan and Maggie touched noses and then nuzzled their faces together as they went in for a hug as the other wolves watched and some of them let out "awwws." Negan didn't mind being the center of attention, meanwhile Maggie was usually uncomfortable with it but at this moment, she didn't care. They were both too happy and lost in each other to care about anyone else.

They were moonmates now and would be forever. They never thought they would be because they didn't think the other would love them back but the Blood Moon knows all the desires of every wolf and guided them together as they should be. And they couldn't be happier.

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A/N: Sorry if any of this doesn't make sense, I wrote this very rushed all in one day today. Thank you for reading! <3

#my fics #twd #twddc #neggie #the walking dead #the walking dead: dead city #dead city #the walking dead dead city #negan x maggie #maggie x negan #negan #negan smith #maggie rhee #maggie greene #twd fic #twd fanfic #twd fanfiction

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Negan Smiling in Every Episode → Dead City 01.02 - Who's There?

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twdmusicboxmystery · 1 year

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Re-Watch of Nebraska

@wdway:

I put on Nebraska tonight. I haven't watched the whole thing I'll probably try to do that tomorrow. I zip through to where they're mentioning different locations. I'm leaving out a few sentences in the conversation I was going primarily for mentioning states/places.

In Still when Daryl pees in the corner it's such a call back to this episode when Tony pees in the corner. They were connecting Daryl in that scene with someone really disgusting. I think Gimple wanted the call back so that people would go back and watch Nebraska again. There are definitely other callbacks but I'll talk about them after I've watched all of the episode. Tarah thanks for bringing this episode up I think it's definitely something we should rewatch. Along with all the other episodes in the series, haha.

@galadrieljones:

Love this episode. I love how all these little location things especially are coming back. Its also the episode when Beth is catatonic, like the beginnings of her first major arc.

On this note, I went back and watched a little of “Gone” tonight, Fear 7.16. I totally forgot that Morgan is just straight up in Louisiana when all that stuff goes down.

I couldn’t watch the whole thing, only up to about when Madison walks off with Mo. But I was super curious about the walkers buried up to their necks. We see this same exact thing with Rick far away, all the way over at the Delaware River. ?? It’s weird. The guys who are doing this, they try to do it to Morgan.

They are NOT CRM. Or, they’re not with Madison. They are a rebel group of some sort, made up of people who have had their kids stolen. In the episode, as they’re preparing to bury Morgan, Morgan asks, “Why are you doing this?” to which one of them answers, “So every other shithead can see what happens when they come here and steal our kids from us.” They’re wearing burlap sacks over their heads.

We know, too, that the woman in the house that Morgan meets isn’t actually pregnant. She’s a honeypot, trying to lure the “egg” snatchers, aka Madison, by broadcasting bait over the radio and spamming pregnancy tests. It’s definitely an operation they’ve done many times in the past, given the number of people that are buried on the beach.

So like, we have to deduce that this is some sort of widespread insurrection, right? A coordinated rebellion? People having their kids stolen all around the east coast, down into the gulf of Mexico. In the finale coda, when Rick is discovered by the CRM helicopter, he angrily kills one of the buried walkers with his Silas tool thingy. So…maybe it’s Rick? Who’s coordinating the rebels fighting the kidnappers?

Just speculation ofc. In the end though, he smiles. Just like Beth. Why do they do that? What do they know?

Further, I was wondering about why Rick might be “valuable.” Perhaps the CRM saw him as a potential threat in the wild and wanted him in check. Maybe they thought they could flip him, first put him in menial jobs, like Silas in the culling fields, to wear him down. I was thinking, too, about Jadis and her relationship to Negan and Maggie. Just so much to learn.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Love all the discussion! It's amazing that they've actively used all those places in fairly major arcs. Places they simply mentioned in passing in S2. I love it!

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#25: A Few More Days (S7E12)

Say Yes is just rich with Richonne goodness at every turn, beginning early with the opening moments of the ep as well as in their final moments in the ep, which are tied here on my list. Both scenes highlight how much Rick and Michonne value the days they have with each other. And to kick off this love letter episode, I love that we get a moment of Rick and Michonne proving yet again that them + vehicles = gold...

So after a perfect and steamy montage establishing they’ve been having the time of their lives on this run and a sweet conversation about why they’re smiling, we see them in the van eating saviors' pretzels. And I’ve always loved the inclusion of pretzels in this scene for the symbolism in contrast to Dwight and Sherry. It’s a subtle way to indicate that Rick and Michonne are the couple who are going to stay together through thick and thin.

I like Michonne saying they have "good taste in pretzels" like it’s the singular good quality about the Saviors lol. And then I love Rick saying "and batteries" as one of the first ways slick Rick will indicate he wants to stay out longer. And I get his logic - with the walkie working they can stay aware of what’s going on back home while still enjoying this wonderful honeymoon. I was fully on board with Rick’s thinking lol.

Watching it back, I love the ever-so-subtle groan Rick gives when Michonne says they’re gonna need to get back. He is not ready to leave this blissful state he’s in with her and I’m beyond here for it.

Also, I swear if watching all these Richonne scenes back was a try-not-to-smile challenge I would lose horrendously. I can’t not smile. It’s just all so precious every time they’re together, and this is genuinely me during the entirety of their every scene lol...

And then I just adore the way Michonne notices Rick’s quiet reaction and says his name. She knows her husband, y’all. She knows his silence means he doesn’t want to go home yet.

Rick says “a day and a half more, today and tomorrow.” And truly so much of what I love about this scene and Say Yes in general is that it’s one of the very rare moments where Rick gets to voice something he really wants personally. This isn’t about wanting to keep finding guns. He’s having the time of his life with the love of his life, and he wants to enjoy this as long as he can.

Michonne says they can come back again because, trust, she wants this alone time with Rick too, she just wants to eliminate the Negan threat so their next trip doesn’t have that cloud over it.

I love the way Rick says “just a little more” and looks over at her with his subtle eyebrow raised. He’s the most refreshed he’s looked all season and so happy and in love, and it’s great to see.

Michonne reassuringly says, “We’re okay. We don’t have to find them right now,” and I like how this is where Rick just outright confirms that extending this run is not about finding guns. It’s about what he will later reveal to be what he wants most - “the two of us” - cuz then he lightheartedly responds “yeah I know” lol.

(Side note: I'm just thinking about how before this love letter 7.12 ep there was the iconic 3.12 Clear ep. And 3.12 also began with the two in the car - however back then Michonne was driving in silence and Rick was thinking they’ll part ways after the Governor fight. How far we’ve come with them that now in 7.12 Rick and Michonne are in this car fully in love on a honeymoon run and wanting all the time in the world with each other. 🥰🙌🏾)

Rick says, “Just a little more okay?” while just eating some pretzels all content. And the delivery of the 'okay?' at the end is so freaking cute. 😋 Andy is so good at playing all shades of Rick, especially a Rick in love.

And then there’s this little silent moment where Rick looks down and then looks over at her with a look that says he knows Michonne wants this time too and that they want to be out here for more than just business reasons.

I love that Rick is always so good at making sure he gives the two of them time together to just put plans and agendas aside and enjoy being with each other. This is different than s1 Rick who was always on the go. He knows how valuable what he has with Michonne is and he cherishes every moment he has with her. Man of the year every year, ijs.

And then Danai “Always Perfectly Delivers The Line, Even If It's Just One Word” Gurira says "okay" in a way that just communicates so much. The way Michonne looks at him with so much care in this moment before softly saying okay. She knows that while Rick is seeming casual rn, this is also something he really wants and even needs more than he’s letting on, which he’ll reveal when he shares how much has been weighing on him later in the ep. And I think in this moment she knows she really needs this time with the love of her life too.

Also it’s sweet how all Rick had to say was just “a little more, okay?” and Michonne was in full agreement. They both can so effortlessly get the other on board with them. 😋 So she says this heartfelt okay and then Rick is just in his glowy happy era responding with such a pleased “okay” while looking at her so clearly in love.

The way they look at each other and smile with a little laugh upon agreeing to keep this honeymoon going is just perfection. 😍 I love that they both know they are going to stay out here not just as leaders and fighters but as lovers too, as they happily agree to bask in their Richonne bubble a bit longer.

This joy and alone time is what they deserve, and I love how this scene sets the tone for the rest of their honeymoon ep. It let you know that Rick and Michonne's love and desire for each other was going to be central, and I'm forever here for it.

And then I gotta attach another “few more days” moment at the end of the ep to this ranking because it really does connect. 👌🏽

It’s at the end of Say Yes when Michonne approaches Rick after his irritating encounter with Jadis. Rick and Michonne both really do look so visibly rejuvenated from their honeymoon run. I was looking at both of them in this scene like...

And I love that seeing her man is upset, Michonne knows just how to uplift him.

The scene starts with Rick clearly frustrated after Jadis changed the deal and tried to demand the cat sculpture back. When that trash lady told Rick she wanted the cat back I was like...

Because see Rick is in the business of gifting Michonne, so Jadis and the junkyard had another thing coming if they thought he was giving his wife's cat sculpture back lol. He even retools the deal to let Jadis know she tried it, and then he has this lone moment looking annoyed just before Michonne approaches. And just the way she looks at him when she slowly enters the scene is already so sweet. 🥹

I love how she says, "You get a few more days before what happens next." Which as we know from their previous heart-to-heart means before the fight.

Let me tell you, this is a husband and wife. Like officially-married-after-that-7.12-proposal husband and wife. You just feel the spouse vibes radiating off them in this scene, and I’m here for it.

I love that when Michonne lovingly says this, it’s her knowing how much a 'few more days' is something Rick really wanted/still wants and something she now deeply understands the value of too. And sis always be knowing the perfect thing to say cuz Rick's mood is instantly boosted as he turns to face her, elated at the idea of a few more days spent like how they just spent it. 😊

And part of what was so special about Rick wanting to extend their trip throughout this ep is that it was truly just the two of them on that honeymoon run - it wasn't like real-world honeymoons where you're at least around other hotel guests or beachgoers or whatever - but Rick was like, 'even when you’re the literal only person I’m around for days, I still want more of that.' #DirectQuoteFromHisMind 🥰

It’s cute how Rick perks up as he asks, “A few more days?” I love how Michonne can always improve his mood and capture his full attention. I also love how close they’re standing to each other in this scene and the lighting — you know we love a well-lit Richonne scene. It’s great. 👏🏽

And that Richonne bubble has a strong magnetic field because it seems they just can’t help but be as close as possible when talking to each other here. Truly, at this moment, they feel like it's just the two of them around - but nope, they out here giving big 😍-energy publicly on some strangers' turf. I love it. 🙌🏾

Michonne has such a beautiful glow when she calmly and confidently assures Rick, “that’s right, we’ll find more, we’ll figure it out soon…in a few more days.” 🗣 She's a wife. And scenes like this show that loud and clear.

Also, what Rick and Michonne mean to each other is always so gorgeously depicted, even in just a look. my goodness. #blessed.

As a moot beautifully stated, Rick drinks her in whenever she's in front of him, and he does so here as he nods and takes her hand. I love that she can so instantly improve his mood and how we just watched them spend all this alone time together all episode, only for them to end the ep excited about the prospect of more time together.

And then the scene ends with them walking away hand in hand because one thing Richonne always finna do is hold hands, and I'm here for it. 🤗

This was a beautiful way to open and close the Richonne love letter ep. And so these two connected moments - starting with Rick wanting a few more days and ending with the two of them also really grateful for a few more days - were wonderful and had to get some recognition on this list. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #number 25 #rick x michonne #reveling in richonne #twd 7.12 #twd towl #the ones who live

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The Walking Dead Series Finale: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT WAS THIS GOOD

Be warned, SPOILERS GALORE. I went into this episode with such low expectations because I have seen: Supernatural, Game of Thrones... and had no idea what to expect because I’m so used to series finales just being god awful.

THIS ONE WAS NOT. LET ME PREFACE THIS BY SAYING THIS COMPLETELY EXCEEDED ANYTHING I WAS EXPECTING.

S P O I L E R S.

Rick and Michonne -

Good God. I didn’t think I could cry harder but I did. I always had suspicions that Andy would come back in the finale to some extent - because it would make no sense for the main character to not appear - as well as Danai, and as soon as I heard his voice, I broke.

Because the montage that filters between Rick and Michonne and eventually leads into every single character of this show perfectly encompasses everything The Walking Dead has been since the pilot.

Getting to see that they both still have the hope of reuniting, that they haven’t given up on one another and that Rick still has intentions of getting home to his babies broke me.

Seeing Rick again after losing him in such a devastating way broke me. Andrew Lincoln could be on screen for ten minutes with no lines and can convey so many things just with his eyes.

Danai too. And the dedication Michonne has to Rick, to someone who she loves so deeply, reminds you that even in a world like that one... there’s goodness. There’s hope. There’s promise.

I wasn’t planning on engaging in the spin offs, but this one I will. I really just need Rick and Michonne to get home to their kids. Especially since Judith mentioned multiple times in this episode that she just wants her family to be together again.

The girl is a child. She wants what all children want: Her mother, her father, her family, her home.

And I think Rick and Michonne’s spin off is gonna fulfill that little girl’s dreams. I desperately need the Grimes babies to appear in it.

Negan and Maggie -

First of all, this one is for the people who still think Negan can’t/shouldn’t be redeemed, because I am going to just flat out tell you that you’re wrong. I mentioned in a post a couple of weeks ago when episode 23 aired that in the back half of s11 Negan’s intentions are all for the betterment of Annie and his unborn baby. You can tell he wants to be better. He has something to fight for now. Something and someone who can help him be a better man then the one we grew to know when he was introduced.

Maggie’s explanation of how she’ll always perceive him was pretty spot on for a widow who lost her husband in such a brutal way. Masterclass acting from JDM and Lauren, as per usual. She wants to move on and stop hurting. That’s expected. She doesn’t want her son to see that Negan's actions still have a grip on her all these years later. She doesn’t want Hershel to see her be defined by the anger she carries over losing Glenn.

“I’ll never love like that again.”

Yeah. I imagine she won’t. I really enjoyed his redemption arc and her coming to terms with the fact they’re both trying to do better, to move on, to be something better for their kids. To be a good example.

I really enjoyed Negan's arc in particular throughout the course of this season. I just felt it was so poignant. It really showed you who he became through the influences of the people he met after the war with the Saviors. Carl. Michonne. Maggie. Judith. Rick. All these people who were once his enemies ended up teaching him things that he carried years later and will probably carry forever. I just think it was so well executed.

The only quip I have about their spin off is that I really don’t understand how they set this up for them to eventually get to Manhanttan and what they’ll be doing there. Maggie mentioned that it’s time to talk about the future and basically venture out past where the show has taken place, but It’s pretty clear they’ll always be at odds even if they both do manage to move on.

Carol and Daryl -

Melissa McBride smiled so much with her teeth in this episode that it added ten years to my life span, made my pillow cold and made my skin clear. I will never get over how gorgeous Carol is when she’s happy. I was so thrilled that most of the scenes she appears in are with Daryl and Judith because even as someone who doesn’t want to adopt more kids, you just know that Judith is hers and Daryl’s because in some way, they’re going to want to honor Rick and Michonne by doing right by her and RJ.

I know alot of people are going to have mixed reviews about this one. With the two of them basically teetering on the edge of a rift for so long, most of the fans simply just wanted some type of reconciliation after all that happened in s10. Especially in the bonus episodes.

And you know what? We didn’t get it. We got something better.

There’s so much touching in this episode. I’ve mentioned before that Caryl uses touch to ground one another in difficult situations, and it’s everywhere in the finale.

The two I really want to touch on, however, are the last two scenes before Daryl rides off.

Carol and Daryl are seated outside of a lake in the Commonwealth to talk about what happens next, and she’s understandably upset this’ll be the first time they’ve been this far apart like... ever. I’m not counting when Daryl went looking for Rick because he was still in reach. She’s not known life without him for over a decade. It’s completely understandable that she’s hesitant to let him go.

And to be quite fair, I think Daryl is expecting this. But he affirms her with the reminder that it’s not permanent. That they will see each other again and she can count on him coming back to her.

Then the hug. Touch to ground each other during a difficult time. During a farewell. Not a goodbye.

The ugly sobs I made....

Then the scene on the bike. GOOD LORD. I did NOT go into this episode expecting anything conclusive for these two, but an I LOVE YOU was NOT in my bingo card for this episode.

Listen. I don’t care if it’s platonic or romantic. It’s HUGE. I cannot recall a SINGLE time this has been said b/t these two, much less said by one of them to ANOTHER unless it was Carol to Ezekiel, or to Henry and Sophia. I can’t remember off the top of my head. Daryl may have also said it to Judith... but that’s it. That’s IT.

An I LOVE YOU is HUGE for BOTH of them. It’s not one sided. It’s NEVER been one sided.

Am I devastated this left Carol alone? Yes. Am I thrilled she’s alive after spending years thinking she’d finish the show and die in the process? Yes. Am I going to watch the Daryl spin off? No.

While I believe this was a satisfactory ending - Daryl being on the bike makes sense, he’s literally been characterized as a lone wolf from the pilot and spent most of the first several seasons out in the open by himself because it’s where he thrives the most - to some extent, I really am just happy with what we were given. Even if it’s not the way I would’ve done it.

I have hopes for Carol’s story too. I think Melissa is going to come back. Don’t know how or when, but that’s what the fanfic is for.

Rosita -

Truth be told, I never really cared about her. I think Christian Serratos played her well and her development was flawless just like it was for Gabriel and Eugene, but there's one thing about her death I think really stands out from the others.

Most of the deaths on this show are really brutal. Dark. Depressing. Hopeless because you know nothing could’ve been done to change them or because you know if one thing had occurred differently, they’d have lived.

Rosita’s death is very final. She’s okay with it. At peace with it. No matter how much it may break her heart to be leaving behind Coco (WHO LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE HER AND SIDDIQ IT’S RIDICULOUS) she knows her daughter will be raised by someone who loves her and will remind her of where she came from.

The imagery was what got me. The room she dies in is white. All of it. White is pure. White is clean and safe and peaceful.

And it reminded me of this one quote in S3 where Maggie is leaning over Hershel’s body after he gets bit and loses his leg. It is, in my opinion, the most profound line in the whole show.

“If it’s time to go, it’s okay. Be peaceful.”

And I think that line perfectly encapsulates Rosita’s death.

Judith -

Lord. LORD. When Rick left the show, I had no intentions of continuing. I was done. Then they brought Cailey on as Judith and gave me back Carol and that’s why I stuck it through to the end.

Let me tell you... this girl owned this role. OWNED it. I keep forgetting she’s basically a teenager now and has been Judith Grimes for a couple of years, but she grew in this role.

And she aced it. Home run. She carried every single scene she was in and I spent the entire episode with my eyes glued to her because I was so paranoid they were gonna do Judith dirty.

And you know what? They really didn’t. This episode really shows you as the viewer that even though she’s a Grimes - and has been raised in a world that shows no mercy - she’s still a child. A child who just wants to see her mom and dad again.

That broke my heart. What she wants should be so easily attainable, but it’s not.

I think my favorite part of her character from S9 to the end is how much she embodies the people who brought her into the world and raised her. Rick and Michonne. Lori. Carl. All she wants to do is to honor them and it’s so endearing because she’s so young, and she still has so much more to learn but she’s facing that with what she’s learned already from people who aren’t even related to her by blood.

From people who loved her and people she lost and people she will carry on for even if they’re not there to witness it.

The Rest of the Cast -

This is a mess from this point forward, sorry not sorry

- PRINCESS AND MERCER ENDGAME YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

- LUKE’s GIRLS SOBBING OVER HIS BODY MADE ME WEEP HYSTERICALLY THANKS I HATE THE ANGST @ WRITERS

- GABRIEL’S STRUT UP TO THE GATE AND HIS THREAT

- GABRIEL PRAYING OVER ROSITA AS SHE GOES

- GABRIEL GETTING TO BE COCO’S DAD

- EUGENE’S CHARACTER ARC FOR ALL OF S11 WAS SOME GOOD FREAKING FOOD

- EUGENE NAMING HIS BABY ROSIE

- THE DINNER SCENE

- C A R O L SMILING THROUGHOUT THE E N T I R E DINNER SCENE

- DARYL BEING ROSITA’S GUARDIAN ANGEL AS HE WATCHES EVERYONE COME AND GO THROUGH THE DOOR

- DARYL’S F BOMBS

- DARYL’S “WE AIN’T THE WALKING DEAD’’

- THE MONTAGE AT THE END

- ANDREW LINCOLN’S VOICE

- ELEANOR MATSURA

- AND FINALLY: ALL HAIL TO OUR LORD AND SAVIOR BEAR MCCREARY FOR THIS SCORE FOR THIS EPISODE BECAUSE HOLY CRAP DUDE

The Episode Itself -

9/10. All of it. I’m so grateful for what this show has given me over the years and will miss it deeply but I cannot wait for the spin off!

#twd spoilers #twd #the walking dead spoilers

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Rendezvous chapter 9

(Reference season 6 episode 11 when Jesus brings the Alexandrian crew to Hilltop for the first time. Everything between chapter 8 and chapter 9 was what happened in the canon series. This is where we diverge)

610 days since CDC declared the Wildfire Pandemic.

597 days since Daryl and Merle found Adalia's letter.

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Daryl needed some air after being introduced to Gregory; that building was stifling. It was a relic of a life best forgotten. The world wasn't going back, and maybe it shouldn't. He was tired of the struggles and he was damned tired of all the death, but if they were rebuilding he would do plenty of things differently.

He walked about looking at what they had done with the small space they had, and admired the efficiency. They were definitely better off for food than Alexandria. Maybe not literally more food, but far fewer people to spread it amongst.

He hated to admit the fact that he would've tried to take the truck full of supplies from Jesus too if the tables had been turned. They had so little ammo to protect the people living here, and now this Negan character was extorting them; kidnapping and murdering people on a whim. Bullying good people and taking things he hadn't worked for.

A trade agreement and alliance between their colonies would be good for everyone, and Jesus had said there was another colony nearby as well, in an old military base which had been kept up for historical purposes, and they called it the Kingdom, apparently. Pretentious; but these days? People did what they needed to to get by.

He sat on the grass with his head back against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He closed his eyes and blew smoke rings, so many things running through his mind at once. The past, the present, and the future all competed for his attention. He did his best to focus on the present. The past made his heart ache - longing for places and people he would never see again. If he thought about the future too much his chest hurt with fear of how many more losses were inevitable. He was not the man he had been 600 days ago, and he had no idea who he might be 600 days from now. If he were even alive.

"You're gonna be the last man standing, Daryl Dixon. You are." Beth had told him, her words bounced around in his head all day every day. She was right about one thing, he did miss her. So bad.

"You were built to survive, go do what you do best." He was good at it because he'd never had a choice. He'd been fighting for survival his whole damned life. He sighed and pinched off the burning end of the cigarette to save for later. Hard to say how long he'd be able to find tobacco. People thought he was surly now, just wait until he went through nicotine withdrawal, he thought with a little smile.

These people. These people had no idea that this was what the world was really like, outside of their cozy homes and fancy cars. Away from their etiquette. Away from the fairytale they had built around themselves so they felt safe and didn't have to look at the reality of the world. They didn't want to see what it was like for the people who didn't fit inside that fairytale; the people who had been living in the real world all along.

Well, it was time now for them to learn if they wanted to survive. Some of them were. Rick was learning fast, Michonne knew how to do it. This guy they called Jesus, he was a survivor - but even then, the survivors were dying to protect the other ones, the innocent ones. They didn't understand that they were only prolonging the inevitable.

He stood and stretched, and looked around again at the pretty little community, at the FEMA trailers beside the mansion. The world had always been this way, hadn't it? There were the people who lived in the big house, and there was the rest of the world grateful for a dry place to sleep.

Over at the chicken coop, the door opened from the inside and a young woman stepped out with a basket. Her hair was the same shade as Adalia's and for a moment -just a moment- he thought it was her. He couldn't see her face for the way the wind was blowing her hair. She was slender, though, the way only a teenage girl could be.

He took a deep breath to calm his heart which had begun to race as his mind had mistaken an old memory for the present. He sniffed and looked everywhere but at the girl to find something else to occupy his mind.

He heard his name from the opposite direction and turned to see who needed him, it wasn't Rick's voice.

It took him much longer than it should have to recognize the man, but he had not been a man the last time they'd met.

He was as tall as Daryl now, all lean muscle and hard edges. His head had been shaved, but the outgrowth was nearly black and he would know those green eyes anywhere. They were Adalia's eyes.

"Remy?" Daryl muttered, almost as if saying his name too loudly would make him disappear.

"Daryl!" the young man called out, jogging up to him, wrapping one arm around him, their hands clasped in greeting between their chest as men do.

"I fucking KNEW you would be okay!" Remy declared happily. Daryl's eyes burned with tears as he clung to the boy.

"I went to your house, at the beginning. It took too long in all the got-damned panic, you were already gone. How? How did you…" he was asking when they were interrupted by someone approaching from the house.

"Hey, dumbass! Where have you been? Jesus is back with a bunch of people from another settlement!" a girl's voice called as she came toward them. It was the girl he'd seen leaving the hen house. Jenna looked so much like her mother now that he could see her face, his chest grew too tight to breathe for a moment.

"Daryl?" she stopped and stood where she was, mouth open in shock, before breaking into a sprint and running to him, hitting him so hard she nearly knocked him down, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh my God, Daryl!"

"Jenna, I can't believe it! I thought you were in Athens when they dropped the bombs," he told her as he squeezed her so tightly he might have hurt her, but neither of them wanted to let go.

"Daryl?" Rick called from the porch. He, Glenn, and Maggie were gawking at him and these two beautiful young people. He'd never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of these two safe and well.

"Come with me," Daryl told them leading them up to meet his friends.

The question was in the tip of his tongue but he could not speak it. Things were good right now, he was happy to see them and he didn't want that to go away yet. He didn't want to ask just to lose her again.

"Remy, Jenna, these folks were the ones that got through it with me, got us to where we are," He told them. "Rick, Maggie, and Glenn."

"Nice to meet you, Rick said politely, curiosity clear in his eyes but he knew it wasn't the right time to ask who they were. Daryl had never mentioned anyone from his life before. He certainly hadn't let on that anyone from then might have survived.

"So you knew Daryl before?" Glenn asked with a hint of surprise in his voice. In his mind -and several of the others- it was as if Daryl had simply sprung into being the day they'd met him. Other than Merle, there had been no mention of his life before. No stories about experiences or loved ones.

He'd told Carl about his mom's death after Lori had died, but Carl had kept that to himself. He knew, even at 12 years old what a special thing it was to have been entrusted with that bit of Daryl's life.

"Yeah, he saved our lives, actually," Jenna replied with a sweet smile.

"More than once," Remy added turning to Daryl. "I've still got that crossbow you gave me that last Christmas. Saved our asses more times than I can count." Glenn and Maggie smiled, happy to hear something about Daryl's life before.

"That sounds like Daryl," Rick told them with a smile of pride in his friend.

"Naw, man, you did that. Give yourself the credit," Daryl told him. "Both times." As silence fell, the question loomed. He had to ask.

"What about your mom?" Daryl asked quietly, bracing for the worst. Or, rather, what he thought would be the worst. It would turn out there was a third option to what he thought would be a yes or no question. Did she live, or did she not?

They glanced at each other, having known the question had to come up. It was not an easy answer to give, but for the two of them, Daryl's surprise return to their lives brought a glimmer of hope where none had been before.

"She got us through a lot, I mean a LOT of stuff. She found this place. We were doing alright, you know?" Remy replied and Daryl's heart fell. He'd come so close and missed her once again. "Then Negan came, looking for tributes that we didn't have. He took her instead."

"What? What do you mean he took her?" Daryl demanded.

"Has he found your community yet?" Jenna asked, ashamed that they had been unable to stop him from taking her mother after everything else they had been through.

"No, but we met some of his people. We took out one of his outposts," Daryl told them with all the confidence of someone who had not yet encountered the man himself.

"Oh god!" Jenna declared, covering her mouth in horror.

"Maybe, with their community, if they took out the outpost… maybe we could actually stop the bastard," Remy suggested to her.

"Or he'll be so angry he just starts killing because he can," Jenna countered.

"Listen," Rick said. "We won't just stand by and let this happen. We'll get your mom back, and we WILL beat this Negan."

Jenna looked at him sadly, as if she knew without a doubt that Rick was wrong.

"What do you know about where they operate from?" Daryl asked, ready to go in guns blazing right this minute.

Adalia was alive. He had a second chance to save her, and he wasn't about to lose her again now.

"They call it the sanctuary, but I don't know where it is," Remy informed him.

"I do," Jesus said from the doorway.

"Show me," Daryl demanded.

#daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon fanfic

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