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Alone || Jailbreak

Laura had opened the door of her cell only a little while after putting her in there.

She put down a paper plate, a sandwich on it, she also put down a glass of orange juice.

"What's in that?" Natalia asked.

"Why, you allergic to something?" She remarked.

Natalia hesitated before nodding.

"...Nuts."

Laura scoffed.

"Seriously?"

Natalia's face didn't change.

"You're good. Really. You saw what just happened, I'm not tryna kill you."

"Thanks." She muttered. "For out there."

"That was nothing to do with you, I saw an opportunity and I took it. You'd be smart to do the same, could be stood where I am, instead of sat where you are."

"Thanks for the food." She took the sandwich, looking away from the woman.

Laura exhaled, shaking her head as she stood up, leaving the cell and shutting the door, submerging her in darkness.

Some time had passed when she heard someone outside her door, she waited in anticipation when a note was slid under.

She took it, reading it.

Go now. Was written on it, nothing else.

She didn't know if she could trust this, but she didn't have any other options.

She waited a moment, before slowly opening the now unlocked door.

Checking the empty hallway, Natalia ran down it, she was able to map out the place from her walks with Laura, she knew the main exit, so she simply had to find another without getting caught.

She had walked down one corridor in particular, she hadn't seen this area before, well, she wasn't sure, they looked all the same.

She could hear people talking, when she went to take a step back, a hand grabbed a hold of her waist, the other covered her mouth as she let out a muffled yelp.

She was pulled into a room, pressed against the door.

When Natalia looked up at her attacker, her heart stopped as she met the blue eyes of Daryl.

"Oh... oh my god!" She whisper yelled, throwing her arms around him, he hugged her back, dropping his head in the crook of her neck as she pet his hair.

She pulled away, wiping at her eyes as she cupped his face, taking him in again before kissing him hard.

"I missed you, so much." She wept, keeping as quiet as possible. "I missed you so much, baby, I'm so sorry, I love you, so, so much." She hugged him again.

"Come on, get you outta that ugly dress." He pulled away, picking up a random shirt.

He was already out of the grubby outfit, in random clothes, that definitely were not his style, he was wearing a T-shirt and plaid, for Christ's sake.

Natalia pulled the straps off as he put the head hole of the shirt over her head, letting her put her arms through the holes as the dress fell around her waist, he then passed her a random pair of pants, that she had to fold at the waist, on account of them being too big.

Once she was dressed, with a jacket on, he sat down on the leather chair, grabbing two jars of spread, avoiding the peanut butter.

"No, I already ate." She told him, sitting on his lap as she brushed his hair back, when he tried giving her one of the open jars.

He grunted in response, trying to put it in her hands anyway.

"No, really. After what happened out there.... Laura thought she'd make it back up to me, eat up, Daryl."

His arm around her waist tightened as he thought about everything the Saviours had put her through, but he ate the contents of the jar.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He said so quietly, she could barely hear him.

"Daryl, don't." Natalia told him, lifting his chin so she could face him. "Nothing that happened was because of you, I got us into this, what they did to you..." She trailed her thumb across his cheek, over the bruises and cuts, from when they beat him. "What matters now is that we're together, and we take these fuckers out, all of him, we're going to kill him, I know Rick, he has a plan, we're gonna fight back, but we need to get out of here."

He nodded, looking down.

They could hear the voices outside still, but it was time to go.

Natalia got off of Daryl, lacing her fingers with his as he stood up, grabbing a hat off of a line, he then looked at the board full of wooden figures, flipping it, the little figurines crashing to the floor, he squeezed Natalia's hand as they fled the room, running down a hallway.

Daryl stopped at another door, pulling Natalia back.

A group of Saviours were in one of the rooms, they were hanging out as loud music played.

Once it was clear they hadn't been spotted, he pulled her along.

They had reached a trolley full of metal bars, he grabbed one in his free hand.

The pair reached a door, leading to outside, where all the bikes were stored.

Daryl ran to one, his bike. Natalia was still right behind him.

"What the hell." They looked up, Fat Joey was eating a sub, staring at the two. "Woah. Woah." He put his hands up in surrender. "Its cool, I swear. Buddy, you and your girl can walk right out that back gate there, and I won't say anything to anybody." He pleaded his case, as Daryl inched towards him, Natalia watched in silence. "I'm supposed to be there now, but, listen, I'm... I'm just trying to get by, just like you, and her. Please."

Daryl hit the man over the head with the pipe, knocking him to the ground, he continued to smash his head in.

"Daryl." Jesus had arrived out of nowhere.

"Daryl, Daryl stop." Natalia told him.

He didn't, he continued hitting the man.

Natalia walked towards him, when he had stopped, looking at what he'd done.

She touched his back, taking the pipe out of his hand, dropping it to the ground.

"Daryl, Natalia." Jesus repeated.

Daryl had spotted something on the man, bending down and grabbing Ricks colt python.

"It ain't just about gettin' by here." Daryl said. "It's about gettin' it all."

He walked back to his bike, pulling Natalia away from Fat Joey.

"I got the key. Let's go." He told her, starting the bike as she got on the back.

"Get to Hilltop." Jesus told them, "It's why I came for you both."

"What about you?" Natalia asked him.

"I'll be right behind you, get out of here."

That was enough for Daryl as he drove out the gates, away from the Sanctuary and towards the Hilltop.

When they had got to Hilltop, it was Kal who had opened the gates for them, letting them into the community.

As soon as Daryl had stopped the bike, Natalia jumped off it, running towards the three women that had saw them come in.

"Oh my God!" She yelled, running into the arms of Maggie, hugging her tightly, but not too tight. "I... I thought you were- You're okay, the baby, how's the-"

"Fine, baby's fine, perfectly healthy" Maggie told her, "I'm glad you're here, you're both safe." She hugged Daryl as Natalia embraced Sasha in a hug, then Enid.

Jesus meant it when he said he'd be right behind them, turning up straight after.

"Let's get you two washed up, and in actual clothes." Sasha told them, leading them towards where the three women were staying, in Jesuses home.

"How many times are your jeans folded over?" Enid asked.

"About four, still a bit loose." Natalia answered.

The three women gave them some privacy so they could get clean and dressed.

Once they were ready, and out of the clothes they had stolen, and in outfits that actually suited the pair, and fit, Maggie and Sasha had led them to two graves.

Natalia knew who these belonged to, her friends, the ones Negan had told her he killed because of her.

On top of each grave, sat twin darts, the darts Natalia had handed out to her family in the train cart.

"I thought I was the only one who still carried mine." Sasha shared when Natalia knelt down, touching them. "Turns out, all of us did."

Daryl joined her on the ground, his hand on her back as they mourned their friends, she let the tears roll down her cheeks silently.

"We're going to avenge them." Natalia promised. "That mother fucker is going to die, I assure you."

"I know. He has to, it's what they deserve." Maggie nodded, her voice was harsh as she stared at the gave of her late husband.

Glenn was a beautiful, kind and pure soul, he never wanted any of this, he only wanted peace, and for his family to be safe and well, and to raise his child with the wife he found himself the luckiest man to have.

Abraham was a fighter and a loyal friend, he did everything in his power to protect his people, no one had missed how he made himself big, looked as much as a threat as possible to Negan, so that he would choose him.

And the asshole didn't even care to say their names, that's what made Natalia angry, he had killed them, regardless of who they were, what they had done for others, the lives they had, how much they meant to the people around them, reduced them to nothing but numbers.

Dinner had gone and passed, the people of Hilltop were settling down as dusk was approaching, Jesus showed the pair where they could stay for the night, in a real bed.

"He didn't do anything." Natalia had said, they were both layed down on the bed, beside each other, it was late, they were soaking up the comfort of being together, after so long apart.

Daryl didn't respond, but he did glance at her.

"Everything he did, they were just words, mostly, I think, to get a rise out of you. He never touched me or...anything."

"He actually ask you to marry him?" He asked, subconsciously running his fingers up and down her arm.

Natalia sat up, looking down at him.

She closed her eyes as she nodded.

"I woke up in one of the cells, all my weapons were gone, was just in... I was brought to one of the rooms, wanted to talk to me, made it look like some fucking date. Told me it was all my fault." Her lip quivered as she spoke, her voice coming out croaky. "All of it, said it was because of me, then he proposed it, said that he'd make my life better, he'd keep you around, just for me, so... I couldn't." She shook her head as he sat up, tangling his fingers in her head, hugging her to him. "I thought about it, when he said it, I told him to go to hell, he said he'd ask again in a few days, see if I changed my mind, I was thinking it over, for us, for you, so you'd be safe, so they wouldn't... I can't take seeing you hurt, that woman, Sherry, she told me to, she was married to Dwight, right?"

Daryl nodded.

"But I knew I couldn't go through with it, would never do that to you, even if it cost me my life."

"I know." He muttered. "Wasn't your fault. None of it."

"The only person I could ever see myself marrying... is you." She looked at him, confused with herself for confessing that, she'd never even thought about it before.

"Don't mean that." he looked away, knowing that her mind was all over the place, there was so much going on.

"No, I think I do. Daryl, I wanna marry you." Natalia moved to sit on top of him. "We're going to war, one that we might not make it out of."

"Nat, don't say that." He told her, placing his hands on her hips. "We will."

"Maybe, but we might not, and if I die, I wanna die as your wife, I love you Daryl Dixon, you're the only man I wanna spend the rest of my days with, by each others side, call me clingy, but I never wanna leave you, ever again."

"I love you." He squeezed her hips. "But you don't wanna marry me, I ain't gonna be a good husband."

"You will, because you're who I want, its not gonna change us, I don't need you to act any different, you're perfect. I'm serious, I want to get married, we have no idea what's going to happen, but this, I'm certain about."

Daryl nodded, thinking about it.

"Told you before, I'm gonna give you whatever you want."

"But, I only wanna do this if you do, if you don't, you can say no, I don't wanna force you into anything."

Daryl let out a snort.

"What?" Natalia asked, going to get off of him, but he kept her there.

"Been planning it for a while." He told her.

"What?"

"Back on the road, before we met Aaron, I went off to go hunt, found these two walkers, both were wearing rings, it's stupid." He shook his head.

"No, go on, what?" Natalia, pushed her hair back, leaning forward, wanting to hear what he was trying to say.

"I took 'em, I was thinking of you, about finding the balls to actually talk to you, you know, like this, never thought it would actually happen, but I took them anyway, all three rings, carried them with me, every day since I found 'em. Told you it was stupid."

"It's not, it's not stupid, I was just too blind to realise, but I know that I love you, now. You're mine." She cupped his face, kissing him hard, he kissed back, both had a lot of time to catch up on, with one another.

Eventually, she pulled away, breathlessly.

"Where are they now, the rings?" She asked him, pushing his hair back.

"That room we were in, back there. Was Dwight's, prick had them sat on his table, took all my shit. Got 'em back, though."

Daryl rolled over, reaching for his jeans whilst she was still atop of him.

He grabbed what he was looking for, having them in his closed fist.

Natalia held her breath as she waited for him to reveal them to her.

"We ain't gotta have a wedding or nothing, right?" He asked her.

"Fuck no." She scoffed. "This is what I want, I want you, Daryl. But maybe we can get Gabriel to officiate it after all this."

"We ain't religious."

"Yeah, but so it's like legal and stuff."

"Nah, Merle told me once, weddings are all cause of Capitalism, all that craps bullshit."

"Merle said that?" Natalia remarked.

"Yeah."

"Babe, Merle said it and it being true are two separate things."

"He knew stuff." He said, sounding insulted.

"Are we doing this or not?" They were getting offtrack.

Daryl opened his fist, displaying the rings.

"Ain't much, something though." He shrugged.

"No, they're perfect." She whispered, looking at the simple silver bands, then the beautiful diamond encrusted engagement ring, it wasn't too big or flashy, which she appreciated, it didn't look delicate either. "I can't believe you thought about marrying me before even asking me out." She laughed.

"Shut up." He pinched her side with his free hand.

"You're adorable Daryl Dixon." She cupped his face again, smiling wide as she pecked his lips. "Go on, ask me."

"Why? You're the one who brought it up." He pointed out.

"Because, we're having some semblance of tradition."

"Alright, fine. Natalia Moore will you marry me?" He asked, sounding bored, but she could feel his heartbeat, telling her he felt the exact opposite.

"Hm, let me think about it." She put her finger to her lips, tapping it.

He pinched her side again.

"I guess, yeah, I do." She smiled giddily.

He took a hold of her left hand, sliding the diamond ring on her finger.

"Damn, If I knew we were doing this, I woulda got my nails done." She commented.

"Can you stop?" He looked up at her.

"Alright, alright, next part, I'm already bored of being engaged." She teased, pecking his lips again.

"Jesus, woman." He sighed, but he loved her antics, but he wasn't about to encourage her by admitting that.

Daryl placed a band in her palm, keeping the other one for himself.

"Wait." Natalia halted, getting off of him and walking to the table across the room.

She picked up a notepad and a biro, walking back and straddling his waist again, bunching the covers up around her.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she wrote on the paper, hiding it from him.

"One sec." She told him, finishing it. "Here." She turned the pad around.

In bold letters at the top of the page, she had wrote. MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

She had also wrote out the other stuff, making lines for each person to sign.

"Sign here." She told him, passing the pen.

He did, in his messy chicken scratch handwriting.

Daryl Dixon

"You don't have a middle name?" She asked him.

"No, first and last is enough." He replied.

"Oh..." She took the pen back, flipping the pad to face her, so that she could sign her name, which he snatched up to read.

Natalia Isabelle Moore

"Isabelle?" He scoffed.

"It was my grandmas name." She furrowed her brows. "Fuck, do you know what day it is?"

"Think it's been a week since Evie's birthday." He looked up, trying to think as well, considering they had both been locked up in a cell for who knew how long.

"I'll leave that until tomorrow..." She decided, dropping the pad on the floor.

Daryl took her hand again.

"Natalia Isabelle Moore, will you be my wife?" He asked.

She giggled, kissing him one more time, before answering.

"I do." She replied, as he slipped the band on her finger. "Daryl Dixon, will you do me the honours of being my husband."

"Yeah, I do." His free hand entwined in her hair again, as he looked up at her, as if she was the most beautiful thing to grace the earth, which, to him, she was.

Natalia slipped the other band on his finger, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him more passionately than ever.

"That make me Mrs Natalia Dixon, now?" She asked, the biggest smile he'd ever seen, on her face.

"You marry me just to get back at him?" Daryl replied, though he didn't fully think that.

Natalia tapped her chin before replying.

"Can't get a divorce." She said. "No take backsies. Wanna fuck now?"

"Really?" His eyes went wide as he adjusted himself under her.

"Obviously, it's our wedding night after all." She told him, lifting her t-shirt, pulling it over her head.

"Anything you want, Mrs Dixon." He pulled her forward, by the back of her head, kissing his wife.

He trailed kisses down her jaw, then her throat, reaching her chest as she leaned her head back, revelling in the sensation.

"Missed these." He rasped, his lips grazing across her left breast, palming the right.

Natalia supported herself with one hand, massaging his scalp with the other.

"Fuck, baby, I missed you, so much." Natalia sighed contently, then pulled his face towards her by his jaw. "But I need you inside me, like, now."

"Yes Ma'am." He nodded, as she pulled his shirt off, over his arms.

She reluctantly got off him as she took her pants off, him kicking off his own, before she climbed back on.

She grabbed his hand, directing it to her heat as she straddled his stomach, running her nails down his chest.

He did what he knew she loved, putting pressure on her clit as he circled her walls, it was already soaking, ready for him.

She reached behind herself, his dick was rock hard for her, she ran her thumb over his tip, his hips jerked as he let out a hiss.

"Ready?" Natalia whispered.

He grunted in response, jerking his hips up again.

"Yeah, need ya, baby." He was almost breathless.

She lifted her hips, her knees holding her up as she grabbed a hold of him again, lining up with her entrance.

Natalia lowered herself on his dick, she bit her lip as she attempted to suppress her moan.

His hands clamped down on her waist, his fingertips bruising her skin.

She threw her head back as she rolled her hips.

"Feels so good." She murmured, her hands rested on his bare chest. "No one else can make me feel like this, only you."

"You're perfect." He groaned, thrusting his hips again, not being able to help it, as she clenched around him.

Natalia continued to roll her hips, before she was comfortable enough to lift herself up, coming back down.

She had managed to find a rhythm, though it hadn't gone unnoticed by the man as he picked up on the feeling of her grinding her own name with her hips, it almost sent him to orbit, knowing this woman was now his wife, that she was willing to die than give him up, he didn't think it was possible that anyone could ever love him as much as she did.

He was completely in love with her, he didn't even know it was possible before he met her, and he'd be dead before ever leaving her side again, ever letting anyone hurt her, she was his wife and he was her husband.

When they had came, she had made sure they did it together, reaching their climax in harmony.

She let out a whine as her walls clenched around him, seeing stars by how tightly shut her eyes were.

It was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.

He kissed her as he emptied inside of her tight, warm walls, the kiss was aggressive, their teeth clashed as they clawed at each other, not being able to get enough of the other person.

Natalia rested her forehead against Daryl's her chest raised and fell as she caught her breath, he was doing the same.

"I love you." She whispered. "Daryl Dixon."

"Love you, Natalia Dixon." He smirked, pulling back so he could kiss her head.

The next day, more people had arrived.

Jesus had went with them as they headed to the gates.

Rick, Michonne, Tara, Carl and Rosita were stood there, talking to Maggie.

When Rick had spotted them, he ran over, so had the others.

Natalia ran past him, towards Michonne, who was coming at her.

She tackled the woman to the ground, both falling as they laughed, hugging each other tightly as they rolled on the dirt.

"I missed you." Natalia told her.

"I missed you more."

"Not possible."

"Carl, get in this." Michonne told the boy as they sat up, both gesturing for him to join the hug.

Which he did, getting to his knees and hugging the two women tightly, laughing at their antics.

"Alright, come on, save some love for the rest of us." Tara told her.

She got off her best friends, hugging Tara, tightly, than Rosita.

"What happened?" She asked, looking at the fresh cut that had been stitched up, on the woman's face.

"Took a page out of your book, 'cept, I didn't succeed." She answered.

"Rosita, how I missed you." She hugged her again.

Finally, she pulled away, jumping into the arms of Rick, who hugged her tightly, swaying their bodies, kissing her head.

When he set her down, Daryl stepped toward his best friend again, handing him over the gun, his gun.

He checked the magazine, nodding at him in thanks.

Rick walked towards the house, the rest followed in his step.

They were going to fight, and they were going to win.

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Ode to an Angel-Chapter 7

A/N: Hello again! We are almost halfway there!! Chapter 7 here, I hope you will enjoy it! This is another experimental chapter for me! Ode to an Angel has been a way to experiment on my writing!! As always, the feedback is always appreciated! Love you! Happy reading!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Warning: Non, I guess, maybe a little bit angst.

The recommended song is Ruby’s Arms by Tom Waits!!!!

Chapter 6

Then…

“Why did ya stop?” he asked.

It was the same question you’d kept asking yourself when you’d first joined the group. Eventually you had found the answer.

“What I’ve found turned out to be way more important than a revenge,” you spoke, turning your face to him.

He was watching the dark forest while chewing his tongue. He looked… beautiful under the moonlight.

You watched him for a while, put your head on his shoulder. He flinched at the sudden contact but eased into it after a while.

Then you held his hand.

Now…

Chapter 7

“Hey, you wanna see a very impressive craftsmanship,” you said smiling to the man who was loading wild pumpkins on the back of the truck.

You were in a field not so far away from the prison that Glenn and Rick had spotted a few days back. The area wasn’t a plantation, but just a dumpster people used throw in rotten vegetables.

“C’mon,” Daryl gestured you to start the show. His features lacked any hint of excitement.

You cut a little piece of branch from the pumpkin plant and showed Daryl the inside of the branch. “See, the inside is hollow,” you did all this so dramatically like it was a cheap workshop that a little faint smile appeared on the archer’s lips.

You cut a semicircle whole at the end of the piece. You looked around the field to see if there was any walkers- there was one fairly far away from you. Then you blew air into the little hallow piece of branch. A very annoying, not too loud, borazon like sound came out.

“Huh? It’s a whistle,” you concluded, very proud of yourself.

He scoffed; “S’ impressive.”

“I know,” you said, lifting one brow at him, playfully. “Matt used to do that when we were kids.”

He looked at you confused. You realized you’d never told him his name, “my brother,” you explained.

“It’s practical,” he nodded, “all my brother had taught me was how ta drink and pick locks,” he said.

All the time you’d spend with Daryl, he’d never mentioned he had a brother. Had. You wondered what more there was to discover about this extraordinary man.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could say.

“S’ alright, he was an asshole,” he said, bending down to pick up another pumpkin. He turned body away from you. He was uncomfortable.

“Daryl,” you called him. He didn’t look at you. You wanted to tell him that it’s okay to open up, that it’s alright if he’s hurt or anything.

But you didn’t. he would talk to you when he wanted to talk to you. You decided on not pushing on it.

“Here, take this,” you said, instead, and offered him the handmade whistle, “in case you need me to save you. Just blow it,” you finished, giving him a smirk.

He scoffed at your sudden playfulness but took the whistle anyway and placed it in the pocket of his vest.

“I’ll keep it,” he muttered before he bent down to grab the large pumpkin.

Everyone was on edge.

The air in the car was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. No one said anything, no one looked at each other, no one made a noise, except for Michonne giving directions. She appeared outside the fences of the prison with baby formulas and clothes in her hand and a gunshot wound on one leg. No Maggie, no Glenn.

She had told you that “a young Asian guy and a pretty girl” had the baby stuff but they were taken by some men, men of someone who called himself the Governor. She’d said that they were living in a town called the Woodbury, about seventy-five survivors.

They wanted the prison Michonne had told you, your home. So, they took Maggie and Glenn hostages. But no, you weren’t going to give up on your home that easily.

The interrogation didn’t last long. You were on your way to the town when Michonne had told you that she would take you there. It wasn’t easy to trust her, but she was also your only chance at saving your friends.

So, you hit the road with Rick, Michonne, Oscar and Daryl.

You left the car near the woods and covered it safe with tree branches before continuing on foot.

Michonne had informed you about the lay out of the place, where this Governor usually is, about the fighters and the common people. But you still weren’t sure what to expect.

You were nervous, but still kept your head high and held the heavy machine gun tight in your hands.

You arrived at the breach that Michonne had told you about on the way here. Your eyes wondered around the place before stopping on Daryl. He looked back at you and gave you a reassuring nod.

You didn’t kill anyone before. But you weren’t going to hesitate on taking down the ones who had hurt your family in any way.

You were not losing anymore.

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Michonne led your group into labyrinth of a place that was built out of metal scraps, telling you that the Governor could be keeping Glenn and Maggie in there for interrogation or— worse. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage so hard, wondering if you were too.

No, you weren’t. You were just in time, in fact.

Thankfully, the metal walls were badly structured as there were holes and gaps in between, so you got a good look at the other side.

You saw four men with guns, one with a blade for a hand actually, and two other people with sacks covering their heads; Glenn and Maggie.

They were alive. You let out your breath that you weren’t aware of holding.

Rick and the others were waiting close behind you. You pointed to the other side of the wall with your index and middle finger as you nodded to Rick to take action. With your signal, they threw the gas bomb to other side and you shot at the enemy for cover.

You escaped the place and took refuge in one of the town houses. Words that didn’t make sense to you escaped Glenn’s mouth, “Merle’s here,” he said.

Daryl’s head snapped to Glenn’s direction, “ya sure? S’ he the Governor?” he lined his questions.

“No, that’s some other guy,” Glenn answered as he put on a hoodie.

“Then, we gotta go for him, take him with us,” Daryl talked as he moved back and forth. Clearly, he knew this ‘Merle’ guy. He was in such an excitement to see him.

“Dude, he tried to kill us,” Glenn tried to reason with the archer. Merle didn’t seem like good news according to Glenn, but Daryl obviously cared about the guy.

But whatever it was, this wasn’t the time to argue. The town was slowly turning into a war zone.

“Guys, sorry to interrupt, but we have to leave,” you said, turning away from the window, “now.”

You gave Glenn the pistol you were keeping under your belt. Just as you were getting ready make the escape, Daryl spoke, “I can’t leave him here, man, he’s my brother.”

Now it made sense. He was blood.

Rick looked at Daryl before speaking, “Look, there’s a whole army out there. You gotta be there with us if we’re gonna make it out alive,” his voice was deep, “I need you, ya with me?

The archer weighed Rick’s words and nodded slowly.

You open the front door and let your friends get out of the house one by one. You were last one to exit the place and step into the fog of the gas bombs.

The glazing fire of the ricochets on the asphalt was illuminating the misty air that covered you. The sounds of guns shooting were filling the air. And until then, you’d never thought what a bliss of God it would be to be deaf.

You ran for your escapes shooting any obstacle that came on your way. You helped Glenn and Maggie up onto the bus to go over the wall, leaving Rick and Daryl close behind for cover. After Maggie, Oscar helped you up.

Everything happened so fast.

Oscar was pushing you up to the bus roof and the next thing he was lying dead on the floor. He was shot right through his chest. It wasn’t not a wound that even a big guy like him could handle.

It wasn’t long until Maggie put a bullet into his skull.

You found yourself shouting for Daryl and Rick to came back to you; Daryl didn’t. He disappeared in the foggy street of Woodbury.

Shit.

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You put your rifle in your hands like if was now a part of your body. Not just a machine, but an extension of limbs.

What you saw before you was a perfect example of mania. The Governor was standing in the middle of an arena, talking out of his ass. Then came Daryl, and his long-lost brother, Merle.

The scenery was obscene; people were cheering for them to kill each other, red flames around the league was adding to the dreariness of the situation. Deadly. It was unbelievable how these people were thirsty for blood.

Your index finger was on its rightful place, pressing close to the trigger. You were waiting for Rick’s signal to shoot. You were going to kill some you didn’t know— to save the man with the angel wings. So, you shot. The man who stood behind Daryl. Headshot.

Through the binocular of the rifle, you saw Daryl flinch when the man fell on the ground with a whole in his face.

The first human you’ve ever killed.

Soon after, you shot at another one holding a walker. You shot the man on his collar bone, but he didn’t get up from the ground. Then you shot the walker.

Rick stepped into the arena to get the archer when you and Maggie were covering for him.

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“No him, no me,” Daryl said with a low voice. What? You couldn’t help but frown at his words. He was really considering leaving. No, he wasn’t considering anymore, he was leaving.

“Daryl, you don’t have to do that,” Maggie spoke.

“It was always Merle and I before this,” he said. It was almost like he was trying to ration his decision to himself, putting out reasons to go with his brother.

You should’ve understood him. He didn’t want to leave his brother; he said he already did that once. You should’ve been able to let him go. Not over a year ago, you were doing the same, and your brother was dead.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t let him go.

“Don’t,” it was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

“You would’ve done the same thing,” he said.

He started to walk towards the car to get his things.

You went after him while Glenn was sighing in defeat. Your steps were fast and soon after you were next to him.

“Wait!” you reached for his arm but failed. “Don’t go like this, Daryl.”

He didn’t say anything; he just kept walking like he wasn’t hearing you. You took two more big steps and stood in front of him and placed your hand on his chest to stop him. It was an involuntary movement, but it was enough to send him a step back.

A wave heat rushed through your ears. “You can’t leave like this. You can’t,” you jabbered, “we need you to be there when the Governor comes.”

You stopped to see what he was going to say, but he kept his silence. “I need you,” you finally said.

The second words left your mouth you tried to swallow them back in, but it was too late. And they were true. You needed him, more than you’d like to admit.

“I ain’t leavin’ him again, Y/N,” he told you. You heard the bitterness in his voice when he said your name. “Ya should understand.”

“It’s not the same,” and it wasn’t. You didn’t know Merle, but based on everyone’s view on him, including Daryl’s, the guy was, in fact, an asshole. Your brother, on the other hand, was dead, and nothing could stop you from going with him if he were to stand before you…alive.

That was when it clicked. You were being selfish. You cared about the archer more than you’d let on.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, afraid that you would break.

“I have ta,” he said, looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t let the tears spill until he turned his back to you and vanished into the green woods with his brother.

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Save Me: Chapter 22 - Alone

~Hey Guys! Chapter 22 is out now ❤️ Molly encounters Saviours as Rick confronts Negan about Molly’s presence at the Sanctuary...I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and chapter 23 will be out on Sunday 🤟🏻~

It was better to be alone, than to hurt again.

There I was, lying wrapped tightly in his arms. He kissed my neck gently through my hair.

I could feel his warm breath against my ear, tingles rushing down my spine and a smile now plastered across my face as my eyes remained shut.

I awoke abruptly to hear a gunshot outside.

It had been a dream, a perfect dream. I was back in my surroundings, the abandoned damp house.

I darted towards the window, and peered outside, shielding the majority of my body from anyone's view.

There were a group of men standing close to the house, with a car that I recognised.

Shit. Saviours.

They were standing around pointing at the various houses. They meant to search them.

Negan sent these guys to bring me back? Or worse kill me?

He let me go. It didn't seem like something he would do.

I was amidst my thoughts as I still crouched by the window.

Suddenly, one of them looked in my direction, frowning as I shifted frantically out of view.

I could still hear them outside, 'check it out!' one shouted.

My eyes widened. Fuck.

I took out my gun and held a knife below it. I paced quietly to slide behind the bedroom door.

I heard the front door creak open as a couple of guys walked in slowly.

'Could've been a walker' he warned the other guy.

I smirked, oh boy you've got something worse coming for you. I would never let them kill me or take me back.

They walked up the stairs and went into separate rooms to check them out.

Seeing one guy walk into the adjacent room, I slipped round the side of the door and followed him in.

I made no sound as I crept up behind him.

'Hey Mike check this out' he said softly as he bent down to reach for an old Pac-Man game.

I wrapped my arm around his chest and slit his throat quietly.

Blood splattered against the wall and I set him down gently on the floor.

The other guy said 'what?' as he came round to enter the room.

I waited against the wall and had my gun aimed at the door ready.

He walked through the threshold and shouted 'you!' as I shot him in the head.

There were still three other guys out there and the gunshot had now alerted them to my position.

I crept round to the window and opened it slightly to position my gun.

They were arguing and shouted 'Mike, Robbie, what's going on?' from outside the house.

I managed to get a clear shot on one of them and killed him instantly. The other two ducked and ran into the house and up the stairs.

They fired on the room I was in repeatedly. They had far more ammo than me.

After firing for a few minutes, seeing all the bullet holes in the wall. I dragged one of the bodies over to the door so that the blood would spill through under the door.

They mumbled to each other, thinking I was dead.

I heard their footsteps slowly get closer to the door. I looked around the room to see if I could use anything.

I smiled when I saw an aerosol can of old deodorant. Fuck yeah.

I crawled to pick it up and counted a couple seconds until I knew they were close.

I opened the door suddenly, through the can out and shot at it.

They gasped as the can spluttered and exploded, sending a cloud of white powder through the hall.

They were disorientated and shouted to each other.

Seeing the back of one of the guys step backwards towards me, I grabbed the back of him and held him with a knife to his throat.

Once the mist had cleared, the other guy stood in front of us and aimed his gun at his friend.

'Put down your weapons' I shouted to him as his friend struggled in my arms.

The other guy started to lower his gun slightly as I said sternly 'tell me who sent you and I won't kill you'.

He looked at his friend and sighed saying 'Simon. He told us to kill you'.

'Really? I'm guessing that asshole will kill you if you don't kill me' I retorted, tightening my grip on his neck.

He winced, 'do what she says' he said shaking.

'Be smart, me or Simon' I said slowly.

He sighed before saying 'I'll take my chances' and raised his gun back up at his friend, willing to shoot us both.

Seeing his intent, I shot him in the heart immediately, his friend said 'please' as I slit his throat.

I dropped to my knees, weary and numb. I felt no remorse killing those men. It was me or them.

I was more like Negan than I thought, or even worse, I was already like him before we met.

I wiped my brow, pushing all thoughts of him out of my head.

I snapped back into action seeing walkers approaching the house. They must have heard the gunshots.

I grabbed my rucksack and swept supplies into it as I ran down the stairs and out the front door.

They were getting closer and started to clamber and snarl around the Saviour's car. I ran to it, shooting the walkers nearest the door.

They dropped as I pulled open the door and shut it just in time as more walkers now encircled it.

I started the engine and saw that there was a half tank of gas. Thank god.

I pushed my foot down and floored it sharply away from them. The ones in front of the car flung wildly over the bonnet.

I had no idea of where I was going but I just kept heading further and further away from the Sanctuary.

I drove for about half an hour as I began to see roads that I recognised. I was close. These were the old routes to Alexandria.

A smile grew across my face in relief which was quickly replaced by a scowl seconds later.

I stopped dead in the middle of the road.

I couldn't go back. I couldn't go home.

How would I even begin to explain? How could I even look at Maggie, Rosita or Sasha?

Rick would banish me like he did to Carol years ago.

I was better off out here.

I couldn't stay too close, given that Negan and the Saviours would come to collect each week, I couldn't risk anyone seeing me. Least of all, him.

Negan's POV//

Silence, complete silence.

I sat there, in my room with Lucille propped by my side. My hand slipped slightly as I poured myself another glass of bourbon.

I was almost through the entire bottle.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I missed hearing her voice.

I lifted the glass up to my lips as I heard a faint Negan echo around the room. I stopped dead and put the glass down.

It was her voice, Molly.

'Fuck, I'm going crazy' I whispered to myself. I stood up and smashed the glass against the wall and walked to the window.

I gripped the window ledge firmly as my eyebrows furrowed. I was trapped. I had lost the only thing that made life worthwhile.

After Lucille, I never thought I would find someone like that again. I fucking ruined it.

Suddenly, my thoughts were ripped from me by a slight knock and the door opening slowly.

'I thought you might like some company' a hesitant voice said.

I sighed, knowing it was Frankie. 'If I wanted your company, I would've asked for it. You're not my wife anymore' I snapped at her.

She was silent for a second before she closed the door again.

I bowed my head against the window pane. I needed news of her, anything.

I threw on my jacket and marched over to the door, I spun back around and picked up Lucille, almost forgetting her.

I strolled to Simon's room and knocked loudly on the door.

'Negan' he answered.

'Molly. Was there really nothing you found those first weeks?' I said exhaustedly.

He looked at me with surprise.

'No, nothing really. Except this' he said coldly as he handed me a necklace. It was her locket.

'We found it round the arm of a walker' he said with an amount of admiration.

I scowled in disbelief as my eyes began to water.

'She can handle herself' I said, smiling weakly with hope.

'It didn't look good sir, there were a hoard of them around it' he said looking down.

I gripped the locket in my hand and marched away back to my room.

I was full of guilt, rage, fear and regret. To think that I had put her in this situation. I might have killed her.

It was overwhelming me and I was drunk. At least that's what I told myself later on.

I found myself stumbling into the wives lounge. Ex-wives.

I leant against the doorframe and looked around. None of the other wives remained, only Frankie.

She sat there in her black dress and looked up at me. I just needed to forget her and feel like myself again.

'Frankie, baby. Come with me' I said smirking at her.

She grinned widely and jumped up, running over to me. I tried to seem interested but really I was using her.

The next morning...

I woke up the next morning, her arm wrapped around me.

My eyes opened as I felt her behind me. I sighed, she didn't feel like Molly.

I got up and looked over at her as I got dressed. I felt nothing.

As I picked up Lucille, I grabbed Molly's locket and pressed it against my lips before holding it in my pocket.

I was wrong. She didn't make me weak, she gave me strength. Holding that locket in my hand showed me that.

I was regenerated with a vengeance.

I ordered everyone into the meeting room, it was time Rick got what was coming to him.

At least there was a comfort in knowing Molly couldn't hate me more than she did.

At that, there were bullets fired against the walls, smashing in the windows.

I peered out of the window to see Rick's group shielded with metal barricades.

'What's the plan?' Simon said sternly as I simply scanned around for her.

'We talk. Otherwise we're just wasting metal on metal' I said as I walked out of the door.

Dwight, Simon, Arat, Gavin and Eugene following me.

'Well shit! I'm sorry, I was in a meeting' I said sarcastically, swinging Lucille over my shoulder.

I looked at all of them.

'I see you got your little mud flaps with ya. So I'm not exactly feeling a reason for us to try throwing lead at each other. I care about my people, I'm not just gonna throw them into the line of fire because I wanna play my dick is bigger than yours!' I yelled.

I smirked before softly saying 'it is, by the way. We both know it'.

I paced on the balcony, looking now at Rick.

'But, I'm also comfortable enough to accept the fact if it wasn't. But I'm certainly not gonna let my people die over that shit, like your about to' I said, pointing to him with Lucille.

'So Rick, what the hell can I do for ya?' I asked mockingly.

He paused before moving out into full vision.

'Give us Molly' he yelled. I froze at her name.

I looked down awkwardly, 'she's not here, she left' I said, choking slightly.

Rick just nodded in frustration, probably thinking I lied.

'Dwight, your name's Simon, you're Gavin and you?' Rick said pointing at my people.

'Arat' she replied.

I was now fed up with his bullshit.

'Rick I'd feel remiss-' Eugene spoke before he was interrupted by Rick.

''No! I know who you are...' he said now scowling at him.

'Listen you five, the Saviours inside, all of you have a chance to survive here, to survive this. Y'all can live if you surrender. Can't guarantee it anytime but now. Right now' he spoke, almost pleadingly.

I just smiled and a light chuckle escaped my lips.

'So they surrender, and you and your little piss patrol doesn't kill em. That sounds like a good deal!' I said sarcastically.

I now looked down at him, saying 'what about me Rick?'.

'I told you, twice. You know what's gonna happen' he yelled.

I nodded, 'I do, I do know what's gonna happen. You have no idea the shit that's about to go down. Lemme ask you something Rick, you think you have the numbers for this fight?' I said gesturing to the Sanctuary.

'You don't' I added.

'Let's find out shall we?' Rick stayed confidently.

I was silent.

'You're gonna make me count. Okay, okay, I'm counting. Ten, nine, eight, seven...' he yelled before he opened fired on all of us.

I ran down the stairs and round the back while my guys ran back inside.

Rick followed and fired on the scrap metal I was crouching behind.

'Rick! It's not about you' a voice said to Rick, making him ceasefire.

He went round the side and I ran towards the nearest base.

The old trailer.

Walkers encircled it and I was trapped inside.

'Fuck' I mumbled.

I sat inside, in darkness when the door opened to reveal Father Gabriel...

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Shane walsh x reader requested

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Word count: 3,771

A/n: I didn't mean to make it so sad, but somehow i did. What the hell is wrong with me?! I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to post my computer was acting up and then my wi-fi was down. Hope you enjoy, request are still open!

warnings: Cussing, Zombie apocolypes, Not sure what else. Death Angst like a mf. Its kinda sad at the bottom part of it. Idk why I made it like that.

Fandom: The walking dead

Ships: Shane Walsh x reader

He was gone. We've been separated ever since this started and he's back. I was so happy, I truly was, but I was starting something with Shane. He helped fill in that gaping hole my husband had left. He was gone, It hurt for months, but Shane helped me through it.

‘ Andrea, T-dog, Jaqui, Merle, Glenn and _____ went out for supplies and got stuck. They weren't sure if they were going to be able to get back, but here they are. But with more people then they left with.

A man in a sheriffs uniform stepped out of the truck. Rick, Y/n assumed as she seen Carl and Lori run towards him. She felt sad, some where deep down she really wished it was her husband. Amy went to her sister hugging her tight. Feeling the weight of the world fall of her shoulders as soon as she seen her older sister.

She turned around, Shane right beside her, into Shanes arms she went. Seeking comfort by being held.

"I know, baby." Shane tried to comfort her.

She told him how she felt. She told him that she still loved her husband, and probably would always love her husband. But she knew she held feelings for Shane too. She felt like it was a hard thing to understand, but some how, some way, Shane understood.

At first she thought that Shane was just using her for sex, but he told her that he truly felt something for the woman. She was a little cautious at first, but slowly let down her built wall.

Even though they were "together" she still kept her wedding rings on. She felt like it was betraying her husband if she took it off so soon.

"I'm sorry." Y/n apologized trying to pull away but Shane kept her close. He shook his head rubbing comforting circles on her lower back.

"You don’t have to apologize. He was your husband. Y'all were together for years. And it's only been a few months. I understand you're still healing. It's okay." He whispered softly in her ear.

"Thank you." She whispered as she put her head in his shirt. He looked down at her confused.

"For what, sweet heart?" His southern accent making her heart flutter a little bit. "For being so understandin' and for not forcing me to do anything I don't want to do." She explained as she looked into his brown eyes.

"Y/n?" She heard a voice, followed by the truck door slamming shut. "Colby?" She whispered as she turned around. Turning around she seen her husband of five years. He looked a little different: The same curly brown hair, but it was longer.

He had a bit of stubble on his sharp jaw line. His white t-shirt, no longer white. But stained in crimson colored stains. She hoped and prayed didn't belong to him. His denim jeans were covered in blood stains and other stains.

"Oh my God, it really is you!" He exclaimed as he ran towards her. She met him in the middle running towards him.

"I can't believe this is real. I thought you were gone." She cried out as she started to shake from crying.

"It's real baby. I'm here." He whispered as he pulled her tight against him. "Oh, I've missed you so much." He mumbled against her forehead while he kissed it.

"I've missed you too." She hugged him tight, but something didn't feel right. It didn't feel like the same love she got when Shane hugged her. It didn't feel she was hugging the man she's been married to for five years. It just didn't. She forced the feeling down as she pulled back from the hug. Looking into his ocean blue eyes.

"Come on, and I'll try to find you some clean clothes. I'll wash them up tomorrow." She said with a smile.

He nodded right before he pulled her back into his arms. Moving his hands to cup her cheeks to kiss her. The kiss was passionate. As if he was trying to remember what she had tasted like. He groaned into the kiss as she pulled away.

"Colbs. There's kids around." She mumbled against his lips. He nodded as he pulled away.

"Probably shouldn't do that then." He agreed nodding his head as he spoke. His brown hair moving into his face as he nodded. Y/n smiled as she moved the hair, out of his face.

"You need a hair cut." She smirked as she put the piece of hair behind his ear. "Tell me about it, it's been 7 months."

Shane watched as Y/n spoke to her husband. He felt like she was cheating on him. But he knew she was the one that was married. That there always was that possibility that her husband was coming back. He felt as if he Should not have gotten so attached. He loved her. He could say deep down, he really loved her. He was in love with her.

Y/n turned around with her husbands hand in hers as she spoke to him. Shane decided to take it upon himself to introduce himself.

"Hey." Shane announced himself as he walked over to where Y/n was grabbing some clothes off the clothes line for Colby.

"Oh, Colby this is Shane. Shane this is Colby." Y/n introduced the two men together.

"Nice to meet you." Colby said shaking Shanes’ hand. Shane had a tight grip on Colbys hand. As if he was silently show dominance against the Younger man. Y/n was a bit younger than Shane. About three or four years, and Colby here looked about the same age.

"Shane here was the one to help me while you were missing. He made sure to keep me safe and to keep me company while I was alone. I'm very grateful to him." It sound like Y/n was trying to give Colby reasons why Shane was a good person. Shane assumed that it was just Y/n trying to get Colby to like him more.

"Thank you. I truly mean it. Thank you for keeping my wife safe." He emphasized the word wife, pulling Y/n closer to him by her waist. Shane smiled and nodded as he looked towards Y/n who seemed a little uncomfortable.

"It's no big deal. I gained something from it." He said as he looked to Y/n with a smile.

"Yeah? What's that?" Colby seemed to be challenging Shane as he questioned Shane.

"A friend. A real close friend. One of the closest I've ever had. She was someone I could rely on, and she knew she could rely on me." Shane explained as she squared his shoulders.

"Hey, y'all it's time to eat!" Amy said as she walked over to them. As soon as she came over there she could feel the tension between the three. Y/n just wanted to tell him and find out his reaction. But she also didn't want to tell him because she didn't know how he would take it.

"Okay, thank you. We'll be right there

. Thank you, Miss." Colby said looking at Amy with a nice sweet smile. She nodded as she started walking back to the RV.

Well, I'm sure you're starvin. Let's get you some grub." Y/n said looking to her right to her husband. "I should change first. I don't think they'd enjoy me sitting with them covered in blood." Colby explained.

Y/n nodded as she responded to him. Telling him he could change in her tent. Next to the wood line a couple yards from them. He nodded kissing her cheek. Giving a glance to Shane as he walked off to change in the tent. "We'll meet you up at the RV." Y/n told her husband. He nodded as he continued towards the

"He's real nice." Shane spoke sarcastically. Y/n nodded as they started walking towards the RV. "He is. He is just a little possessive at times." She explained looking down at the ground then towards Shane. Shane nodded as he kept his pace of walking to hers.

"Are you going to tell him about us?" Shane asked looking at her with hope, she would choose him over Colby.

"Yes, I planned on doing that soon. I don't like lying. I never have and I never will." She explained looking at Shane as she stopped walking to look at him. "Well, you know I don't like to share." He said with a joking tone. Even though she knew he wasn't joking.

"And what makes me yours, Mr. Walsh?" She teased him back. "I'd show you, but you have your boy back." Y/n rolled her Y/E/C eyes as she continued her walk to the table set up at the RV with supper set up.

"I'm glad to see everyones smiling faces." Dale spoke as he seen everyone smiling and talking among each other. Everyone smiled as they looked over at Dale. Y/n sat in the between Shane and her husband. Everyone around them could see the tension between Shane and Colby.

"How about a cheers." He suggested holding his cup of water up. "To being together as a family." He cheered as he held the plastic cup up in the air. Everyone copied saying 'to being together as a family.' then everyone taking sips of their drinks.

"So Colby, what did you do before all of this?" Rick asked looking across the table to the blue eyed man.

Colby looked up from his food to the sheriff and to the rest of the table who was staring at him. Each of them waiting for answers, except for Y/n.

"I uh, I was a doctor, in the hospital back home." He answered Ricks question a little hesitate for some odd reason.

"Oh? Where are you from?" Shane asked looking at the brown haired, blue eyed man.

"Central Virginia." Shane nodded as he looked at Y/n. "Where are you from Y/n?" Rick questioned.

"I'm from (Where you are from)." Y/n answered with a soft smile.

"How did you meet Colby?" Sofia, Carols little girl asked.

"I was in visting some friends in virginia, and I was in the hospital. Colby, here was my doctor. He nursed me back to health. When I told him I had to go back home he asked me to go on a date with him. Then it started from there." Y/n answered the 9 year-olds question.

After a while of talking Amy had gotten up to use the bathroom. Everyone was still eating, just listening to each other talk. When all of a sudden they heard a blood curdling scream.

Everyone jumped up as they got up running towards the scream. Amy had gotten bit. Y/n grabbed her long hunting knife from the holster on her hip as she ran over, stabbing the Walker in the temple.

"Is there any more?" Y/n asked as she looked around. All was quiet in the camp, until they saw movement in the woods. They saw a horde of walkers coming through.

Each of them grabbing guns and any weapons they could find. Killing as many walkers as they could.

Y/n held her knife close as she stabbed into the walkers forehead and temples as they got close to her. She was killing walkers when she had a bad feeling. (A bad feeling more than usual in this time of day).

Turning around she seen her husband fighting off a walker who had fallen on top of him. She ran over to him killing the undead. Colby pushed the walker off of him to the ground. Y/n helped him stand up while looking for any scratches or bite marks.

"Are you okay?" She asked pulling him into a tight hug. She could feel him shaking, he was shook. She could tell he was shaken up. He wrapped his arms around her, anchoring himself by holding onto her. She put her head in the crook of his neck, then she pulled back when she heard the gun fire stop.

"Is he bit?" Shane questions as he stalked over to Y/n and Colby. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm fine." Colby said while Y/n pulled away from his hug. But Colby kept a hand on her waist.

"What's that on your shoulder?" Shane asked as he notices a rip in his borrowed gray t-shirt. "It must've ripped when I fell down." He blew the question off as he tried to change subjects.

"No, it doesn't look like it ripped from you falling. Let me take a look at it." Y/n said as she looked at the suspicious ripped shirt. He nodded in defeat and let Y/n move the shirt to see what was going on.

"Oh my God." She whispered as she noticed the bite mark on his left shoulder. "What? What is it?" Colby asked as he looked into her Y/E/C color eyes. "You- You've been bit." She stuttered out as tears were starting to fall down her Y/s/t (Your skink tone) face.

"Wha- what?" He gasped as he touched the wound with his hand. Touching it he winces. pulling his hand back he looks at his hand to see blood.

"Is there anything we can do?!" He stressed as he stood up quickly. "The only thing I know to do, is not something you want me to do." Shane said looking down at Y/n and then to Colby.

"We can't amputate you shoulder. You're gonna end up turnin." Y/n mumbled as she looked at her husband through tears.

"Help!" Y/n heared Andrea scream as she was sitting on the ground with her sister in her lap.

"Just go. There's no helping me." He said as he seen Y/n turned to look at Andrea holding her dying sister.

"I ain't leavin you! We've been apart for six fucking months. I'm not leaving you to just die alone." Y/n cried while her husband pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'll go over there." Shane mumbled as he left Y/n and Colby alone.

"It's okay." He softly whispered into her ear. "It's gonna be fine. You're going to get over this." He mumbled encouragingly.

"I can't do this without you." She cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yes you can. You have Shane. I've seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you. You look at him the same way you looked at me. He looks at you the same way I look at you." Colby started.

"You be with him." She looked into his ocean blue eyes through tears. He looked at her as he took his silver wedding band off. "When Y'all are ready." he whispered as he took the wedding back and placed it in her hands. "I know you love him. So don't hold back because of me. Continue living, if not for you, but for me." He said as he closed his hands over hers.

"I can't." She whispered as she looked over her shoulder to Shane who seemed to be looking at the two of them.

"Yes you can." He cut her off before she could protest. "Don't argue with me." He chuckled as he shook his head. "I love you so damn much." He whispered as he pulled her into another hug.

"I love you too." She started sobbing as reality was hitting her.

After a little while he started passing out. He was breaking out in a high fever and was sweating like a pig in the middle of a Georgia summer. He told Y/n to shoot him before he turns. He told her he didn't want to turn.

So Shane and Rick carried him over towards the woods away from everyone else. Giving Y/n and him some alone time. But Shane was never far. He was close enough he could hear them as they softly spoke to one another as if nothing had happened.

Y/n was leaning her head on Colbys good shoulder while they sat against a fallen tree trunk. Sitting against the log they spoke to each other. They were acting like everything was going to be okay. As if there was literally nothing going on in the world.

"Do you think I'll have a big future?" Y/n asked Colby as she played with his hand in hers. He chuckled as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his shirt.

"Honey, I'm sure you'll have the best future anyone can ask for in this shit show." He chuckled.

Slowly he started rasping for air, making Y/n start to freak out.

"baby?" She asked as she noticed him starting to go out. "Colby?" She whispered while he slowly started closing his eyes then opened them back up. He coughed a little blood and sat his head back.

He chuckled as he looked at her. "Did you fake that?" She asked talking about his gasping for air. "Sorry, I had to prank you one last time." He said with a smile. She smiled as she shook her head.

"You'll have a great future ahead of you. You'll be with Shane. I know he'll take care of you. You have this group who will be your family. Then, I bet, eventually you all will have a nice little camp. With a big protective wall. You and Shane will probably have a few kids. You'll have your bad days and your close calls, but I promise you. Everything will be worth it in the end." He rambled as he slowly closed his eyes.

"i'm not even sure if Shane wants to have kids." She whispered as she put her head on his chest listening to his slowly beating heart and it started to get slower.

"Who wouldn't want to have kids with you? The most beautiful woman on this earth?" He questioned as he looked down at her. His once ocean blue eyes now blood shot as he slowly dies.

"You'll have a little girl running around y'alls home. She'll look just like her mama. Maybe a little boy. he might look like me." He joked as he started coughing up more blood.

"You'll have a happy family in the middle of this crappy life." He continued as he took a ragged breath.

He looked up into the clear blue sky as he started crying. She noticed him crying and asked, "whats wrong?"

He shook his head as his body shook in-between sobs.

"I'm scared of dying." he whispered looking into the blue sky he takes in the scene.

She started crying as she nodded. Whispering me too, under her breath. She felt as he gasped in for air for the final time. His eyes slowly falling shut as he took his final breath.

"I'm scared too." she whispered into his shirt. She looked up at him through blurry tears.

"Please don't leave me. You're my best friend. Please!" She cried as she shook him with her hands.

"Please. Don't leave me." She whispered as she looked down at him.

"Y/n." Shane said as he walked into the woods opening.

"He's gone." She said in a broken voice.

"He's gone and there ain't nothin' I can do." Her voice wasn't holding much emotion, but her Y/e/c eyes were showing all the brokenness inside her.

"He was my best friend." Y/n smiled as she looked down at her husband.

"I lied when I told them how I met him." Y/n spoke all of a sudden. Shane sat beside her quietly to let her talk without forcing her to.

"I didn't think they would like to hear the story of how a really met him." She chuckled softly.

"How'd you meet him?" he asked as he put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"I was at a party at a college. Some kids were serving drinks and I decided I was gonna get drunk and find a boy to fool around with." She started as she smiled at the memory.

"Well, I had gotten about three or four red solo cups of beer and had drank 'em. Then I had a mixed drink. I was pretty lit and I seen him. He was in the corner of the room with a few of his school buddies. I decided I was gonna walk over to him and try to "Seduce him."" She laughed as she remembered the memory.

"I told him he needed a drink and to stop pouting that he couldn't do that at a party. I told 'em I'd keep him company. Well after a whole bunch of talking and getting to know each other he offered to walk me to my dorm room. He did too.

The whole time he kept his hands off my body. He was respectful of me. Even though I was drunk and probably shouldn't have remembered half of the night since I was so drunk. He took care of me. I was a stranger and he made sure I was safe even though nobody knew where I was. MY friends had ditched me that night for some guys. And he was there for me." He nodded as he listen to her story of meeting Colby for the first time.

They sat in silents when Y/n made the first move.

"He told me he didn't want to turn." She said as she pulled her large bowy knife from her thigh holster.

"Do you want me to do it?" Shane asked as he grabbed the hand the knife was in.

"I should be the one to do it." She whispered as she looked at him with a smile. She leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. Then after a moment or two she pulled away. She took the knife and took a deep breath in. She pushed the knife into soft temples, tears falling down her face while she did it. Whispering apologize while she did it.

She pulled the knife out and wiped it on the grass, then put it back in the leather holster.

"Promise, You'll never leave me." She whispered as she went into Shanes strong protective arms.

"I promise."

Posted: 6-27-2020 2: 16 am east coast time.

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ramheavenandhell · 4 years

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The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 2: Shadow Morty

AN: Again, please read chapter 3 of "The Lines between Ricks and Mortys" first. The backstory of Shadow Morty. Warnings: violence, gore, character death, angst, misunderstandings (it's not a happy backstory)

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 2: Shadow Morty He was looking around, not knowing where he was. He wasn't even sure if he knew who he was. Everything was such a blur – happened so long ago – the memories having almost faded completely… "C'mon, Morty. Try harder!" he could hear a voice from not very far away. Morty. He recognized that name. That was his name, wasn't it? Yes, his name was Morty. He remembered. "C'mon, Morty. It won't take long. We're just gonna be in and out. Half hour tops." The voice of an old man told him excitedly. The man was dragging him to a weird vehicle, which looked like it was made out of trashcans and other garbage. He got into the passenger seat and buckled up while the other sat down in the driver's seat and started the car. With an abnormal familiarity, Morty watched through the windshield how they ascended into the sky and soon left earth's atmosphere to travel through the vastness of space… Morty was drawn out of his memory as he heard a voice that sounded like it belonged to him. Yet, he wasn't the one that was talking. It came from over where he had heard the voice of the man before. "No. Can't we just stop? I don't want to do this anymore, Rick." Rick… that name was also familiar… Yes, it was that man's name. The man from his memory. His grandfather. Yet, while nothing inside that memory gave him a bad association with that man, the name caused feelings of anger, of hatred and… of betrayal. Unbeknownst to the specter, his white eyes had changed their color to a bright, dangerous red. They ran. Something had gone wrong. Red lights were blinking and a siren sounded – an alarm. And they both ran. Rick and he. They were followed by creatures – aliens – that were armed and shooting at them. He wasn't exactly sure what happened then, but he heard Rick murmuring a curse and then he was shoved to the side, landing in some sort of alcove. "Stay there!" was all that his grandfather had said. Then Rick changed directions and ran another way and he could only look after his grandfather's retreating back as he left him behind. He had abandoned him… he had abandoned him so he could safe his own skin! Ricks were selfish bastards who thought that Mortys were replaceable and only cared about themselves!! An inhuman screech erupted from Shadow Morty and he charged at the image of his grandfather. "What the fuck?! No nO NO! WAIT!!" the Rick yelled in surprise. Nothing he said stopped the specter though. The Rick's Morty only screamed in horror as he watched his grandfather being lifted up in the air by shadowy limbs that looked like tendrils and then was ripped apart. Shadow Morty crushed the body of the scientist till it was nothing more than an unrecognizable, bloody lump of flesh. His eyes returned to their glowing white and as he looked over to his mirror image, he saw that the boy had fainted. The specter didn't pay him any mind. He had to do something. Look for something. Right. He was looking for something, but what was it again? He kept looking at the unconscious Morty who laid still and unmoving on the ground, hovering over him. Of course, he didn't want to be left behind. Did Rick think that he could just leave Morty here possibly as a distraction for those aliens who had been chasing them? He would have none of that. Morty scrambled to get to his feet and tried to dash after Rick. However, he didn't get very far. It was probably very stupid of him to not check first because he ran practically in the hands of the aliens. He was shot – first in the shoulder then in his legs – and he stumbled to the ground. The aliens didn't seem to be ones for taking prisoners because instead of arresting him, they just continued to shoot as he laid on the ground and they stood over him. He had died, hadn't he? There was no way that he could have survived that… Shadow Morty looked down on himself. He was nothing more than a floating shade. He had no physical form just swirling shadows that somewhat resembled the form that he used to have when he was still a living, breathing human being. "M-my body…" Where was it? Where was his body? Maybe if he found it something could still be done. He didn't know what though. Was he hoping that he could just go back into his body and be alive again? Or, did he think that he would be able to pass over to the afterlife or whatever was supposed to be there after you died? He didn't know. Wasn't sure what to expect. But he wanted to find his body – needed to find it! So, he hovered away again, leaving the mangled corpse of a Rick and his fainted Morty behind as if they meant nothing. As if nothing of what had happened back then mattered. Because it simply didn't matter. And still it wasn't just his body that he was looking for. Whether he was aware of it or not, he was also seeking out Rick – his Rick. Not necessarily to rip him into pieces like he had done with the other Rick, but to ask him. 'Why? Why did you abandon me?'

Of course, Morty couldn't know. Didn't know that his grandfather hadn't abandoned him. Not back then and also not now. Somewhere far off was a Rick. A dead Rick. His ghost was sitting in a corner, clutching at a photograph of his grandson. "Don't give up, Morty… I know that you can make it… at least you must survive… be better than me, Morty…" he mumbled over and over again. He was aware of the fact that he was dead. But he didn't care about that. His thoughts were all with his Morty of whom he hoped that he had made it out alive. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed since then. Not aware that his grandson hadn't made it that day. Rick had been running together with Morty from the Alferians. They were pretty pissed off because they had just tried to steal a compound that Rick had needed as a source of energy for a new weapon that he wanted to make. Of course, something had to go wrong and his grandson had successfully triggered the alarm with one clumsy move of his. So, they were trying to escape from the building, the armed aliens right on their heels and shooting at them. Rick wasn't stupid. He knew that the Alferians would shoot to kill. If they would get to them, they wouldn't hesitate to kill them on the spot. They just needed to get to the ship before that happened. Rick saw that a shutter opened at the side and knew that more Alferian soldiers were just waiting to charge at them and they wouldn't be able to get passed them even though this way was the direct escape route. Cursing under his breath, he realized now that there was probably no way for both of them to escape – not alive. So, he made the only choice that felt right to him at this moment. He grabbed Morty's arm and shoved him into a small alcove on the side. If the Alferians would follow him, they would probably not see the boy as long as he stayed put and then after they were gone, he could flee. So, he ordered Morty to stay there, hoping he would understand the plan without him having the time to explain it to him as he dashed back and around another corner, trying to lure all their enemies at once after him. He had to keep it up long enough till his grandson could make it to the ship and out of here. Trying to grasp at all the straws that he had, he fumbled for his portal gun and hoped that he somehow would be able to put a far enough distance between himself and his followers so that he could open a portal and escape to safety. And then maybe even back to the ship if Morty hadn't started it up yet. However, at the rate this was going he saw no chance when to use it. The plasma bullets that were shot from the Alferian riffles rained through the air and several kept grazing his arms and shoulders, but Rick wasn't willing to give up. Only after one shot pierced through his chest did he start to stumble. It slowed him down and so more shots were able to hit their target. More and more bullet holes appeared, the blood staining his white lab coat, blue sweater and brown slacks. Rick still tried to push himself, but he already knew that he was done for. The only thing that he could still do was to try to buy as much time for Morty as he possibly could. One of the stray bullets eventually hit his portal gun, destroying the green bulb on top of it. With that his last hope, his only chance of escape had been shattered and his fate was sealed. Finally, he collapsed on the ground and the Alferians went in for the kill, surrounding and shooting mercilessly at the unmoving human. Then green portals opened all of sudden around the squad of Alferian soldiers and in a mess of blasts, the aliens were all shot down. Rick Guards had emerged from those portals and began to check the Rick's corpse. "Confiscate his broken portal gun." One who seemed to be of a higher rank ordered. After the Citadel detected an anomaly in space-time thanks to the destroyed portal gun, his unit had been immediately dispatched to take care of the problem. As he looked around the area, he quickly noticed that something was clearly amiss. Addressing a small squad of four guards, he ordered. "You go and look for his Morty. He must be somewhere around here still." While the Rick Guards dutifully swarmed out to look for the boy, the rest of the soldiers started to drag the Rick's body through a portal to later dispose of him. It was the purpose of the Citadel of Ricks to ensure the safety of all Ricks throughout the multiverse and as such, it was also their task to make sure that no information about Rick-related technology would ever spread to third authorities especially not to the Galactic Federation. That was the reason why they had to clean up this scene thoroughly. Also, they would pick up the Mortys of dead Ricks so that they could put them into the reassignment program so other Ricks who had lost their Morty could get a new one. "What a mess…" commented the Rick Guards that had finally found the Morty that they were supposed to be looking for. They stood around the bloodied corpse looking with little to no affection down on it. Who knew how many dead Mortys they had already seen throughout the time that they served in the Citadel's Military. Since they knew that they weren't supposed to leave any evidence behind, they opened a portal and also dragged the Morty's body through it to later dispose of it. He would not receive a proper burial as he would have deserved, but more likely just a quick trip to the incinerator before they would throw his ashes into the dimension where the Citadel dumped all its trash. The guards couldn't know that someone was still looking for it…

At first when he came to, Morty didn't know where he was. He couldn't even retell for a moment who he was or what he had just done a moment ago. A loud yelp escaped him as he looked down and saw the bloody body of a boy. 'That's me.' He realized after a few seconds of staring in shock. It was only then that he noticed that he was floating above his own corpse. He took in the sight of his translucent body – a form that was not really physical, but looked exactly as he did when he was still alive, albeit completely see-through now and lacking his feet and legs. Not that he needed those seeing as he was just floating above the ground without the need to touch it in order to move around. He then recalled what had happened. The aliens got him and shot him. That was the last that had happened. But what was before that? He had been running and then been shot, but why did he run? Why did he not see the aliens who were able to hit him then? Right, he was running after someone. "Rick!" Ghostly Morty looked around in a panic, trying to remember in which direction he had seen his grandfather run off. Even if he was dead now, he still needed to find him. Maybe he wouldn't be able to fix him – Rick had said before that he can't cure death – but at least he wanted an answer from him. He wanted to know how he could just abandon him like that. And he wanted Rick to know what had happened to him. Wanting to weigh down on that little bit of conscience that must be somewhere inside the old man with the fact that Morty was dead now because of him. Because of his actions. And so Morty floated off, trying to look for Rick. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to find him – not in time anyways. Eventually, he gave up and decided to just suck it up and return to his body to pass on or whatever. What did it matter that he'll let Rick know what had happened to him? The scientist probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash. He could just imagine that uncaring face before he would be off to the Citadel and just get himself a new – a living – Morty. Even though it kind of hurt to think about it – though he couldn't pinpoint where exactly it hurt since he didn't have a physical body that could feel pain anymore – he knew that it was the truth. That was just how Ricks were in the end and why should he think that his Rick was any different from that. He managed to find the hallway that he passed after he left his body behind, but when he came to the spot— "It's gone!" His body was gone. There was only a large puddle of dried blood, the only proof that he was indeed at the right place and didn't just confuse locations. But how could that be? His dead body couldn't have just stood up and walked away.

Someone must have taken it!

Frantically he looked around, but couldn't find any trace of who had taken his corpse away or where it was taken to.

He had been wandering around the place, killing all the aliens that he had encountered on his way in hopes of them getting frightened enough of him to return his missing body, but he had no such luck.

He kept wandering through the building, all over the planet, through the universe, even moved between dimensions somehow.

And the more he wandered aimless through space and time, the more he started to loose of himself.

He started to lose his memories – slowly, one by one without him even noticing – and his ghostly appearance started to fade away to a mass of shadows.

Shadows that had been fueled by his disappointment in his Rick, the anger he felt from having been abandoned and left to die alone, the hopelessness of not being able to find what he was looking for.

In the end, he was merely a shadow of his former self, wandering forever lost through the dimensions until he would find something that did not exist anymore.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

oneshot

Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

oneshot

Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

oneshot

Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

oneshot

Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

oneshot

Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Rick and Harley: Chapter 5

Here is the continuation of the backstory of Rick and Harley, in their years together before Rick’s Texas Chick. The original is posted on AO3 under rickdicted at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16592366/chapters/38884421

Harley woke up a few hours later and got up to take a piss. His ass was sore, but in a good way. Man, that was something...cumming like that. He looked at the other man sleeping his bed. Harley would have never in a million years thought he would have done what they just did tonight. Before this, he’d had not one ounce of attraction to another man.

But this guy...this is Rick... Harley had felt such a connection with him, the moment they’d locked eyes in Rick’s garage. Like there was some sort of preordained bond. Not just sexual or physical, but on a deeper, philosophical level.... He’d met a number of Ricks, had helped a handful with their portal guns. But those encounters were just a matter of helping that particular Rick work out the final bugs with their portal guns, so they could begin interdimensional travel. He was also supposed to tell them the basic rules that all Rick’s were expected to follow—-although the thought of any Rick following along with a rule was laughable. But it was his job to at least get the point across — at any rate, that was how The Council wanted it. He, Harley, had only decided to do this after his Diane had died. He was devastated at the time, had nearly gone insane with grief and guilt. Then this opportunity arose, and after some hesitation he took it. At least this way he wasn’t sitting at home alone, drinking himself into oblivion every night — or, to be more precise, her home, the home that had belonged to her parents... Rick stirred in bed and Harley started towards him, intending to wake him up. His dick was getting hard just thinking about it and he licked his lips in anticipation. But first he needed to go light the fire out in the den. The house was fucking freezing… Why Diane’s parents had never put in a furnace was beyond him... She always went on about how romantic the fire was — but then she wasn’t the one who had to clean out the fucking ashes and chop wood and shit. He went outside on the back porch to get some kindling and an armful of logs. At least living out in the sticks like this gave him access to a limitless supply of firewood. It was just a fucking pain in the ass. He was kneeling on the rug in front of the fireplace, laying out the kindling and newspaper when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Rick standing beside him. Rick handed Harley one of the smaller logs, then squat down next to him. ”Y-Y-You ever think about moving into this century and heating this house with something more modern?” ”Every fucking day, man.” He struck a match off the flagstone hearth and lit the crumpled newspaper nestled within the teepee tower of kindling. The flames rapidly spread through the newspaper and began licking away at the kindling. Soon it was established enough that Harley could lay several of the smaller logs on top, then he stood up. ”That’s a start. In a little bit I’ll have to bank it with some of the larger hardwood logs, then we’re all set for the rest of the night. ”So...are you finished playing fuckin’ ‘pioneer’ for now?” Rick stood up. ”Yeah...” Harley grinned at him. They moved into each other’s space and kissed, somewhat chastely at first, then it quickly deepened. Rick felt almost lightheaded by Harley’s expert manipulation of his lips and tongue inside his mouth. He put one hand on the man’s waist to steady himself. After that, it was second nature to slide it down to his crotch and grasp his cock. Harley moaned into his mouth while Rick stroked him, running his thumb across the plush head with its first drops of precum. ”I can’t wait to feel that beast inside me...” Rick growled into his ear, and Harley groaned in response. ”Then what are we fucking waiting for?” They broke away from their embrace and went back to the bedroom. This time it was Rick’s turn to lie on his back, knees bent and legs spread. Harley hovered over him and kissed his mouth, then sat back. ”Wait...I think this would be...” He reached and took an extra pillow and held it next to Rick. “Lift up your ass, man...” Rick complied and Harley slid the pillow so that Rick’s ass was resting on it, his hips tilted up. ”I think it’ll be more comfortable for you this way...Just...speaking from experience...” Rick grinned at him and Harley leaned over him and kissed him and nuzzled his neck while he stroked and fondled Rick’s cock. He reached one finger and stroked across the sensitive area behind his balls, applying just the right amount of pressure. Rick bumped his hips up and moaned into Harley’s mouth, reaching his hands up and curling his fingers into Harley’s hair. Harley stroked and pumped Rick’s cock while he kissed him. It was a different experience, making love to a man, compared to a woman. The signals were different...of course the body parts were different—but by the same token, it was even easier—- he just did to Rick what he knew would feel good for him... He continued to stroke Rick’s cock, feeling the precum welling up from the tip and spilling down the side and over his hand. He cradled his balls, massaging them, then reached one finger and stroked it back and forth across Rick’s puckered entrance, circling around it, teasingly. Rick bumped his hips and moaned, then he reached down to stroke his own cock, hard, just how he liked, pulling at the shaft and making the skin stretch. Up and down his hand went, while Harley stimulated and stroked his hole. Harley squirted a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, rubbing it between them to warm it up a bit. Then he pushed his index finger passed the tight ring of muscle and began to slowly stroke slow and deep. Rick groaned, his hips bucking up off the bed. Then Harley curled his finger, twisting slightly while he pulled down, trying to find that same spot that Rick had found in him —- “Holy FUCK!” Rick’s hips lurched up into the air, his body tensing and his head rolling back. “Fucking CHRIST, man, don’t stop doing that...” Harley grinned as he continued to stroke Rick in and out across his prostate. Rick’s cries climbed higher and higher, and Harley thought he might cum, so he backed off. Rick glared at him and cursed him in frustration. Harley ignored him and added a second finger and slowly stroked in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle open, but avoiding Rick’s prostate. He added a third finger and Rick’s moans became more intense. ”Just...fuck me, man...I can’t wait any longer...please...” Rick’s hips were bumping up into the air and he continued to stroke his cock, now beet red and swollen, precum streaming unchecked from the tip. Harley sat back, pausing long enough to liberally coat his rock hard dick with lube, then he scooted forward between Rick’s spread legs, grasping his hips, pulling them towards him. He gritted his teeth, trying to go slow while pushed his head against him. ”Ready, man? ”Shit, yeah, man, do it...” With one smooth thrust, Harley pushed himself into Rick. Rick cried out with pleasure and Harley groaned loudly as that tight ring of muscle ran along his dick as he pushed his way inside — tighter than any virgin’s pussy he’d ever had. He wanted to drive and thrust himself into Rick over and over, but knew he couldn’t do that without hurting the man underneath him. He slowly pushed himself deeper, then withdrawing a little bit, before pushing his way in further each time. “Holy Jesus...aw fucking-A...” Rick’s hips lifted up and he pushed himself against Harley, driving Harley all the way into him. “Oh, fuck...fuck...” Harley struggled to maintain control. He pulled out part way, then slowly pushed back in, allowing Rick to adjust to him. ”Quit fuckin’ teasin’ me, man. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

“Whatever you say...”

Harley grasped Rick’s hips, lifting him up and holding him in place, then he began driving himself into him with sharp snapping thrusts with his hips. His strokes immediately ploughed across Rick’s prostate, and Rick’s eyes rolled back and he squinted them shut, cursing and groaning, his body rigid. He, too, had to brace himself away from the headboard lest he be shoved against it by Harley’s powerful thrusts.

”God, you feel so tight around my dick... Christ...” His fast rhythm kept him from talking, and he focused instead on pounding hard into Rick, driven on by his own sensations and the sound of Rick’s moans as he cursed and cried out in ecstasy. “Can you take this poundin’, man? Take it, fucking take it!” ”Christ, don’t stop, I’m there...almost there...” Rick reached down with one hand and stroked himself hard, whining and crying out as he came, throwing thick, white spurts up on his chest. He spasmed around Harley, and Harley swore and buried himself deep inside him, throbbing as he came. He collapsed on top of Rick, panting with exhaustion. Rick held him across his broad, sweaty back. They lay there, their breathing gradually slowing. ”Fuckin’- A...” Rick sighed with contentment and lightly stroked his hands across Harley’s back, his eyes closed. Harley pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at Rick, who had a tired smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips, nuzzled his neck. Rick hummed with pleasure, then mumbled, his eyes still closed. ”That feels good, but get off me, man. You’re gettin’ fucking heavy.” Harley laughed and slid off to the side. Rick’s eyes were struggling to stay open and his voice was drowsy and thick.

Harley slipped out of the bed to go bank up the fire with some of the larger pieces of split hardwood logs. When he got back to the bedroom Rick was lying on his side and drifting to sleep. Harley spooned up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Rick settled into his embrace, groaning with contentment. ”Thanks, man...that was...” He fell asleep before he could finish.

tbc

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Too Close For Comfort - Rick Grimes

Rick returns as being the sheriff of crazy town when he witnesses reader nearly dying in front of him. a/n: sorry this is a long one and my app deleted my original story so i had to rewrite. i will begin on older requests, enjoy! ps: there’s some detailed gore.

Terminus was supposed to be the place that you and your family needed. What Rick’s group that included yourself needed but you all were amazed when it was nothing like it was advertised in the postings along the railroad tracks. Rick, Daryl, Glenn, and Bob were taken away from the rest of your group and along with yourself. You were picked along with the men because you had give the one leader of Terminus, Gareth quite the bit of trouble as you managed to give him a swift kick to the face as he and his friends were rounding up the rest of the group. “I hope you taste as good as you look.” the man cackled as he threw you down onto your spot along side some other men that were strangers to you. Rick was several people down from you and the two of you looked at each other, Rick huffing with anger. One by one men wielding aluminum bats smacked the unknown men upside their heads, cut their throats, and drained their bodies of their blood.

Just as the one butcher was raising his arms above his head to smack you with the bat, a large explosion shook the compound and stopped the men in their tracks. “What was that?” the two butchers looked at each other with a worried look on their faces. Gareth had sprinted out of the building and out to find the source of the booming. As the two men were distracted by talking Rick had managed to wiggle himself free of his ties and freed the three other men of your group. Just as Rick was about to turn and free you from his bindings, one of the butchers had grabbed a hold of you and placed the large butchering blade closely to the throbbing artery in your neck. “One move and all her blood will be on the floor!” the cannibal threatened your three friends. The second butcher lunged towards Rick and knocked him into the other’s of the group. You stomped your foot hard onto the butcher’s feet that caused him to drop his knife but before you could run away he grabbed you tightly by your hair, throwing you down onto the floor and crawled on top of your body. “Hold still you dumb bitch!” the man wrapped his hands around your throat and was squeezing with an insane amount of force. You tried to fight back but his strength was far greater than any you could conjure up, you kicked with all your might but your vision was distorting and you could feel your life slowly slipping away. Your face grew red, then into a purplish blue hue as the oxygen was leaving your body. Rick stabbed the second butcher through the throat with a piece of wood and then proceeded to jump on top of the man that was strangling you. Rick grabbed for his hands to pry them from your neck but his body weight was only pressing down harder and harder onto your fragile throat. Rick grabbed a hold of the sides of the cannibal’s head and with a swift twist, Rick snapped the man’s neck with a subtle ’pop’. The dead man’s grip released from your throat and his body collapsed to the side with a thud.

’GASP’ a rush of oxygen filled your lungs with the sweetness of sweet, sweet air. With your vision being a blurry as it was, you turned to the side and could only make out a blurry blob that had been moving up and down. Rick was beating the butcher’s face in and it was nothing but a caved in bloody hole. The Grimes man continued to punch and punch and punch away at the hollow hole that used to be a person’s face, the sound of his angry yelling and grunts filling the room. Glenn ran over to Rick and ripped him off of the dead man’s corpse, Rick’s arms were flailing around and he was still yelling loudly. Daryl and Bob lifted you up off of the ground and supported your weight between the two of them; thankfully you were not in the right state of mind to witness the horrors that laid in the several rooms of the killing floor, each room was littered with the butchered corpses of those who were also fooled by Terminus. Thankfully that whatever caused that explosion aided in your survival or the 4 of you would’ve become a meal to these insane people. With a yank Rick pulled the metal door opened and the 5 of you entered the shitstorm of walkers and fire that was the outdoor complex of Terminus. “I can walk.” you assured your two friends and with a good shake of your head, you had most of your wits about you.

"Let’s go!“ Glenn yelled as he stabbed a walker in the skull with a sharpened piece of wood. Daryl wielding a large metal pipe and you managed to find a metal prod that resembled something similar to a fireplace poker. Your vision scanned for Rick as his whereabouts were unknown because he simply disappeared from your immediate left. When you finally locked onto him, he grabbed an exposed piece of metal rebar from a piece of wall that had been blown up from an explosion and was b-lining for a man that started shooting in yours and Glenn’s direction. This sent Rick over the edge, with a hard swing the Grimes man pelted the Terminus’ resident in the knees with the metal bar that caused him to fall backwards. Yelling in pain the man loosened his grip on his automatic weapon and Rick ripped it from his hands. Rick delivered several hard blows to the man’s head with the butt of the automatic rifle and then aimed at the middle of his face, pulling the trigger and shooting wildly into his head turning it into a fleshy pin cushion. Turning his attention to the large hoard of walkers and Terminus residents he shot wildly and excessively into the crowd until the weapon emptied out, then taking off into the massive group killing anything and anyone in his path. You all managed to escape with your lives and those that were held up in the train cars met up with Glenn, Daryl, Bob, Rick, and yourself in the woods that was just outside the Terminus compound. Soon it was revealed that it was Carol that caused the explosion that aided in all of your group’s survival.

Thank you’s and hugs were exchanged but Rick was still set on his revenge on those in the cannibalistic settlement. “We need to finish them.” Rick was digging up the bag that he had buried previously to entering Terminus, grabbing a hold of his magnum he checked the ammo and grabbed his machete with the red handle. “We barely made it out of there.” Rosita commented, she was right, everyone barely made it out alive. Even before all of the walkers, you all were corralled up like cattle for slaughter. “I need to do this. I’ll do it with or without y'all.” he paused for a moment. “Stop!” Abraham asserted Rick as he walked over to him to get closer so he could issue the stakes at hand, that he needed to get Eugene to DC and get him there alive. Abraham went to place a hand on Rick’s shoulder but Rick retaliated with a hard shove that pushed Abraham’s buttons, just as he lunged towards Rick, the Grimes man turned around and began setting his course back towards Terminus. Carl ran after his father to stop him but he shooed away his son’s attempt but when you pleaded for him to stop, your voice must’ve worked like magic because Rick stopped as soon as your voice processed in his mind. Carol had taken you all back to Judith and Tyreese, Rick was more than happy to see his daughter okay but he was acting like a different person. Like he was in a haze and you were all just shadows passing in the fog of his mind.

Rick became more of a brutal person, when you all had met Father Gabriel he talked to the terrified man in a cruel voice, threatening him. He let Gabriel know that he would not hesitate to end his life if need be. When you all settled in the church for the night, you placed yourself next to Glenn and thanked him for his help. “What’s wrong with Rick? He’s not himself..” Glenn was sipping from the communion wine that Gabriel was sharing with your group and he spoke something that was utterly surprising. “Maybe it’s because he’s in love with you..” Rhee spilled out under his breath. “What?” you had to double take at Glenn as what he said sounded insane to you. “Oh wait.. uhh nothing!” he tried brushing off what he said but you grabbed a hold of his shoulder and squeezed tightly. “No, no, no, no. Glenn you can’t just say ‘uhh nothing!’ after saying something like that!” Glenn sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s just. Rick lost his wife and he lost himself for a while. He was insane when we were in the prison before you came. I think what happened to you set him off again..” The two of you gazed over to Rick who was holding Judith but was staring off into the distance like he was in a dream.

You watched as Rick surrendered Judith over to Sasha as she was cooing over the young infant and proceeded to walk outside. You stood up from your spot and followed behind him shortly after. “It’s so quiet out here. Feels nice to be able to hear the frogs and crickets.” you closed your eyes and breathed in the crisp country air. Rick turned around and smiled at you slightly as he noticed how happy you looked but his smile turned into a cold frown as he noticed the bruises that were wrapped around your neck from the man that was strangling you. Rick turned his back to you again and stared off into the woods, lost in his thoughts. Walking up to the Grimes man, you placed a tender hand on his back, “Rick. You can’t blame yourself for the things that you can’t control.” you slowly rubbed his back but he shimmied away from you. “Rick no. You need to stop this. You can’t keep beating yourself up.” You walked in front of him and grabbed his hands, observing them you noticed the scars that this world had inflicted onto his tender skin. “I can’t lose again…” he finally muttered a sentence. You looked up to him, which he was now staring down into your E/C eyes with his silky blue orbs.

“You won’t lose again.“ you tried reassuring him. But he grabbed a hold of you and held onto you tightly with his arms wrapped around your torso. Small droplets of water dripped onto the crown of your head and it was not raining, were they tears? Was Rick crying? In this entire time that you knew Rick he seemed like the least likely person to shed tears so when he did it hit you hard. “I can’t lose anyone again.. I don’t think I could be myself.” Rick’s tears flowed from his eyes and dripped onto your head more than the last. You pulled your head skull back and looked into his eyes, “When I lost Lori. I lost myself and turned into somethin’ that this world makes.” Rick rubbed his eyes with his dirty hand. “You don’t need to worry about that anymore. This only happened this one time.” you pulled Rick into a hug and embraced each other on the steps of the small church. Several sets of eyes were observing you two, Glenn and Maggie on the inside and more form within the darkness of the woods. You made a promise to Rick that day that you wouldn’t let him lose himself again.

#the walking dead imagines #rick grimes imagines #rick x reader #rick grimes x reader #i cried when the first one deleted #this one isnt as good #imagine the walking dead

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lovelyparkers · 4 years

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chapter two - diagnosis

warnings: surgery described a lot!!

you wake up the next morning to your phone blaring. yet this time is a call rather than your alarm set to ring in 34 minutes.

"hello," you groaned.

"dr. romanoff! hi hey. it's carly, sorry to bother you this early but—"

"carly, hi, what's wrong? is everything okay?" you asked, sitting up attentively now. peter is in the process of rolling over into you, sensing your wake.

"well, um, no," she sniffled, "my dad ran off from the hospital. he just vanished. i came in early to see him and he was gone. i don't know where he is."

you sighed, "okay look, it's gonna be okay, we can send police out to look for him. he couldn't have gone far it looked like he had a broken neck."

"okay, okay, thanks."

"sure, i'll call it in now. i'll be in soon," you replied and hung up. you quickly made a call to the nypd giving them the details of everything that went down and who to look for. this happened surprisingly a lot. injured hospital runaways were not uncommon in new york city. he was probably just scared.

you got out of bed and stretched, heading to the shower, since you definitely wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. at least you could take your time. a few minutes into your shower, peter stumbled into the bathroom, clad in plaid pyjamas pants and a white t shirt. his hair was a horrific mess, but he looked like he healed well.

"y/nnnn," he called out to you in the shower while using the toilet.

"good morning, what's up?"

"you didn't wake me up, i got worried you already left till i heard the shower."

"i got up early due to carly having an emergency."

"oh," he squinted while washing his hands, "is everything okay?"

"her dad escaped from the hospital."

"ah okay."

you were scrubbing your hair clean while peter sat on the bathroom vanity kicking his feet.

you peeked you're head out from the curtain, smiling, "do you need something?"

"you know," he looked at you grinning, "a kiss would be great right now."

you rolled your eyes and nodded your head, motioning for him to come over. he gladly hopped down from the vanity and met you to give you a nice long kiss, pulling back every so often and returning to kiss you again. you eventually pushed his chest back.

"i'm gonna waste too much water back up."

he obliged and started to walk out of the bathroom but stopped when you said his name.

"stay, i have to check your wound."

he sat back down on the vanity and waited for you. your turned off the shower and gracefully stepped out onto the bath mat, grabbing your robe and wrapping it around your body to dry. peter happily watched the lovely sight. you faced him and smiled back.

"okay take off your pants please," you said grabbing some supplies.

"whew, getting right into it huh," he smirked.

"not the time to be cheeky."

he kicked off his pants, revealing the bandaged wound. this time there was no blood covering the crisp white cotton, which was a good sign. you slowly wet the cotton pads so they would peel off easily and to your surprise all that was left behind was a scar. completely healed.

"oh my god, you never cease to amaze me when you get hurt. and yet i still take care of you."

"mhm you do and i love it and i love you, sweets."

he leaned down to kiss you while you rested a hand on this once-injured thigh.

"we can have breakfast together."

"okay," peter nodded. he pulled his pants back up and started off to the kitchen, preparing some pancakes while you blew dry your hair and got dressed.

you two sat the the dining table together, enjoying peter's specialty pancakes—the only thing he could successfully make—and enjoyed each other's company. and then you remembered.

"guess what," you whispered, grinning.

"what?" peter perked up.

"i have a day off tomorrow if things go smoothly today."

"what? no way! we can spend the day together and have fun."

"yes we can."

"ugh i cant wait. you have had a day off in forever."

"i know. i just have to make sure my patients are okay. and deal with the carly situation."

"well you're great doctor, so i'm sure everything will be fine."

"you're right."

on your way out the door, peter gave you some last minute smooches and told you he was going to go into work today—at the bugle and spider-man work. you were happy he healed and felt better. he watched you walk out the door in your coat, so insanely proud and happy for you. the love of his life. he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack and fiddled with the pockets to make sure it was still there, and it was.

a small red velvet box with a gleaming ring in it.

meanwhile at the hospital

you ran rounds with your interns and calmed a frantic carly before arriving to benjamin's room, who had just returned from his scans and you were holding the results, looking them over. you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

a large lesion in the central part of the brain. it was blocking cerebral spinal fluid pathways and obstructing the brain. he needed to have a biopsy today.

you walked into the room, greeting ben's mom as well as him.

"hi dr. romanoff!" ben exclaimed.

"hi buddy! look at these pictures we took of your brain," you said handing him a page to keep him occupied. you went to speak to his mom, who's name was janet.

"so, scans definitely show something along the lines of a lesion, or tumour."

"oh my god, seriously?"

"yes. but look, we are gonna to do everything possible to find out what's going on and get rid of it. i'm scheduling a biopsy of the lesion for this afternoon. i will be performing it along with my two interns you met before."

"is it-is it safe?" janet asked.

"yes, of course. i've done many biopsies in my career so far and have all been successful. it's minimally invasive and we just take a sample of the lesion tissue and exam it. after the examination we diagnose and go from there."

"okay, you should do it then. i wanna know what's wrong with my boy."

"of course. and with any surgery, there's also risk, infection, complications, anaesthesia as well. i will have a nurse come in to read off everything you need to know, sign papers, ask questions and all that before we proceed, okay?"

janet nodded. you made your way to ben's bedside and asked him what he thought of the pictures.

"that's really my brain?" you nodded.

"wow," he said, "do i need surgery?"

you looked over to janet who nodded, before speaking, "yeah. but it's gonna be a quick and easy one. i'll be there the whole time, we will help you feel better okay?"

"okay, thanks dr. romanoff."

you waved your goodbyes and headed out to the nurses station to schedule a surgery for little ben.

meanwhile, peter was currently walking over to the hospital in a slump, carrying some sandwiches he picked up from delmar's. he thought he would surprise you at lunch. well that and tell you some bad news. he finds you at your usual spot outside waiting for him, since he texted you not to get lunch, he was coming.

he sadly smiled when you got up to meet him and give him a kiss on the cheek before bringing him to sit down. he didn't say a word yet, and just watched as you unwrapped your sandwich.

"something wrong babe?"

he chewed his lip then said, "oh, yeah. i got fired from the daily bugle."

you set your sandwich down, "what? why?"

"jameson fired me because i didn't show up to work the other day, ya know, after i got stabbed."

"well what did you tell him?"

"that i uh, i just wasn't feeling good? and he fired me on the spot. told me i was a load of bullshit."

your eyes turned sad and you sighed, reaching out for his hand, "i'm so sorry babe. he was a shit boss anyways."

"yeah, you're right. anyways i'm a little bummed, but i'll find another job."

"pete, you don't have to, we are fine. i am making enough to keep us going and you know natasha had, you know, was fairly wealthy," you whispered that last part, "and we have support from tony and pepper, we're good. okay. don't worry about it."

he nodded his head quickly, "yeah you're right. it's just- i feel...i feel like i could do more. you're a literal surgeon saving lives all day everyday and i, i just take pictures and don't even have a career."

you interlocked your hands, "hey don't say that. you're a literal superhero. you save lives too. everyday, and you put your own life at risk doing so. you are the strongest and bravest person i have ever met. i need you to know that."

"well besides your sister," he chuckled.

you laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.

"stop macking on each other and let's go! it's time for the biopsy," rick yelled out to you, waking up to the table.

"what's up rick," peter said, uninterested.

"not much, just waiting for your lady here."

"i thought it was scheduled later," you said quickly eating your lunch.

"got em in early, let's roll," rick said walking away, running a hand thru his greyish hair.

you gave peter a kiss on his nose, something he adored, and rubbed his shoulder good bye.

"good luck babe!" he called out.

"thank you, now go be a hero!" you called back.

peter smiled, blushing as you left. man, was he lucky.

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now you were in the operation room, ben was receiving his anaesthesia and you were by his side, clad in your OR scrubs and gloves.

"alright ben, you're gonna fall asleep now, and when you wake up, you'll be back in your room with mom and dad."

ben smiled and closed his eyes, the anaesthesiologist making sure everything was safe and going smoothly. you began to shave off some of the boy's hair where an incision would be made. carly was next to you, helping sterilize the area while other OR workers covered up the rest of ben's forehead and head to protect him. ray was next to you holding a scalpel, which you took, and made a small incision.

"carly, you're going to help me make the burr hole," you said through your surgical mask. a burr hole is a small hole made in the skull to access the brain and the tumour.

"seriously?"

"yes, here," you replied handing her the surgical drill.

she held it up to the incision which was held up. she hesitated, visibly nervous, she had never done this before. you took her hand and guided it down to just touch the skull. she turned it on slowly and you kept on hand on it, guiding her down slowly as she drilled in. once the hole was made, carly stepped back and you opened the dura around the brain. ray now handed you the biopsy needle and you guided it to the large lesion, taking a sample of it and giving it to an OR nurse to set up and take to pathology. you allowed ray to close up the incision when you were done internally. you helped him finish it out while applying a dressing on top.

"okay, great job everybody, thank you."

you left the OR with ray and carly while ben was handled by nurses and the anaesthesiologist. you cleaned yourselves up and turned to them.

"how was that guys? quick and easy right?"

"yeah."

"awesome," carly said smiling, "i've never done a burr hole."

"i know, i know," you smiled back, she was gonna be a great doctor.

"so, anything about my dad yet?" carly asked.

"not that i've heard, the police will call you."

everyone headed out after cleaning up and you went to speak to ben's parents. you told them it went great and that pathology would have the results in two days tops and to not worry. he would wake up soon and feel fine and then you go from there. from there, you got onto your feet, ready to check on others.

peter changed into his suit and started patrolling around the city. he was just taking it easy now, not wanting to get too hurt again. he swung around, helping a cat down from a windowsill, and helping an elderly woman after she was robbed in a 7-Eleven. not too crazy of a day. so, he hopped on a roof after buying a bag of chips and munched away. the weather was great, the sun was just setting and he felt great. well, until his senses went off.

peter quickly jumped up and turned around seeing a man, wearing a full on mask. he was ready to shoot webs until the man held up his hands.

"i'm not gonna hurt you spider-man."

"who are you and what are you doing?"

"me? well, i'm fever! and i'm here to tell you back off my game."

"what game," peter asked.

"you know, the one where you play hero. this is my territory, and you better stay out of it. or bad things will happen."

peter could slightly see some grey hair peeking out from the mask.

he shot a web, which the man dodged. peter got closer, ready to fight and just take this dude down. yet the man straight up kicked peter square in the chest, knocking him down.

"i don't think so buddy, i am stronger than you think."

peter got back up and punched him in the jaw, causing the man to stutter backwards. and then it hit him. literally.

a surge of orange energy balled up and knocked peter down again. yet he persisted, getting into his spider pose and waiting to attack. 'fever' again brought this orange energy out and repeatedly tried to strike peter. peter jumped and swung around the roof, avoiding every shot.

"karen! activate taser webs!"

"activated, peter."

peter shot the taser webs at the fever which finally knocked him down. he walked over and stood above him.

"what's your game, man."

"control," he coughed, "and burden. against all who hurt me."

peter leaned forward for the mask until the man yelled, "wait!"

"what," peter scoffed.

"i think you forgot i feed on energy," he said and immediately shot a powerful force of that orange towards peter, sending him flying off the side of the building. luckily he was able to swing off a light post instead of flopping on the concrete. peter immediately swung back up to the roof to get the fever.

he was gone.

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peter limped home that night through the window, coming home to you cooking dinner and immediately coming to his rescue.

"what the hell happened," you said, turning off the stove and throwing the spatula in your hand.

"new villain," peter laughed, flopping down onto the couch.

"what hurts?"

peter slapped the spider on his chest a little too hard, causing him to gasp. his suit fell down his upper body, revealing a massive black and purple bruise on his defined chest muscles.

"oh my god," you exclaimed, shocked. it was bad. it was like he was hit by a train again. you slowly reached on and touched his chest, he whined in response, it was obviously causing more pain than his powers could hide.

"y/n," he breathed out, "don't touch, it hurts."

"i have to make sure your ribs aren't broken and can you breathe okay? also what about—"

"stop," he cut you off, placing a hand against your cheek to slow you down, "nothings broken, i can breathe, and it just hurts, i'll be fine."

"well, what can i do," you asked, leaning into his touch.

"kisses would be nice," he smirked.

"always at the wrong time mr. parker," you shot back, "but okay."

you sat beside him on the couch, taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips against his softly. he groaned into the kiss, knowing he got what he wanted. he moved his lips against yours and you could barely keep up with him. you had to pry him off your face to get a breath of air yet he chased after your lips to kiss them again. he took his hands and pulled you by your thighs onto his lap, much to your dismay.

"pete, babe, not now, i don't want you to hurt yourself," you whispered, pressing against his shoulder.

"sweets, are you kidding me, i'll be fine just lemme get more comfy and we can—"

"pete, c'mon, no. i have to finish dinner. go take a shower in the meantime."

"m'kay," he obliged, "join me?"

you gave him a look and he just laughed, throwing his arms up in defence. he began to walk to the bathroom when you called out his name.

"pete?"

"yeah?" he asked, turning around.

"i do have off tomorrow. which gives us plenty of time for you to heal and to mess around as much as we want. little ben's biopsy went well."

peter bit his bottom lips and threw his fist up into the air like he just won $100. you just laughed at him. he walked over to you in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist, careful as to not hurt his bruise. he kissed your neck in that spot and whispered,

"i love you."

"i love you too, now go shower you're a hot mess."

he smiled at you, heading to the bathroom. you went back to cooking dinner for the two of you to share. this was really your life with the love of your life.

god, you loved him.

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takeiteasypeasybaby · 3 years

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Save Me: Chapter 61 - A Foiled Plan

~Hey guys! I hope everyone is doing well under the current circumstances :) I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and as always have a good week!~

Michonne and Negan decide what is best for Molly, on the basis of their own good intentions. But, will Molly be able to respect their wishes or will vengeance get the best of her?

The following morning...

I awoke early, having not really slept well last night because my mind was buzzing with thoughts of killing that woman.

I know that Negan didn't want me going out there by myself, but regardless of the outcome, I had to do this for Tara and for me.

I tiptoed past Lydia's room and down the stairs where I picked up my jacket and my weapons.

The snow was clearing now and I couldn't wait any longer, I had only promised to wait until the end of the storm, which I did.

Hardly anyone was about so I managed to walk to the front gate unnoticed.

Just as I creaked the gate open, Michonne stood behind me and said warningly 'don't try it Molly'.

I sighed, saying sternly 'I have to do this, you have to let me do this. If it was Rick, you wouldn't stop'.

She contemplated my plea, but still insisted.

'I'm not gonna let you go out there' she said pulling out her walkie talkie.

'I want all eyes on Molly, under no circumstances can she leave the compound. George and Sam, I need you two to guard Molly' she spoke into it.

I scowled, saying 'you can't be serious'.

'I'm deadly serious, you're not well Molly' she said pleadingly.

'Who said that?!' I asked furiously.

'You're acting rashly' she continued.

But I wouldn't let up, 'who said that?' I asked again.

'Who?!' I added, getting increasingly frustrated with her silence.

'Does it matter?' she asked as George and Sam started to walk towards us.

I looked at them and begged again, 'it matters, tell me'.

'Negan, he came to me and said you weren't ready' she said sternly.

I just looked at her in shock.

'He wouldn't' I said angrily.

'You know that he would Molly, if he thought it would protect you' she said calmly.

I stormed off as Michonne pointed to the two guards to follow me.

I barged past them both, almost knocking them to the ground as I marched down to Negan' cell.

'What the hell?!' I screamed at him.

He sighed, saying 'so Michonne spilled the beans...'.

'How could you do this to me?! After everything I said yesterday, did that mean nothing to you?!' I yelled.

He stood up and said sternly, 'it means everything to me, you mean everything to me so I'm not sorry that I didn't want you going back out there when your judgement is blinded'.

I paced around the room angrily and yelled, 'that's what you think?! That my 'judgement' is blinded?!'.

'Yeah I do! I know exactly what you want to do, you wanna go out there guns a blazin' by yourself and take her down and you don't care if you die in the process! You can hate me all you want for this, but if it's what keeps you safe and alive, then screw it' he yelled back.

'It wasn't your decision to make' I said sadly.

'Well I made it. Look, I want you to kill her, but you have to be 100% because if not, you will be putting yourself and everyone else at risk. What happens if something goes wrong? She could kill you and then come here and kill everyone you love. You are strong as shit Molly, but you have to be all in, you can't be dealing with grief when you do it' he said sternly, but like he was more afraid for me than angry.

'I don't think that's the whole truth' I stated angrily.

'What do you mean?' he asked as I got closer to the bars.

'I think you're sabotaging us, you're backing out. Looks like you're saving your own ass by going to Michonne. Was that you trying to get in her good graces?' I said harshly.

'That's not fair' he replied.

'Oh isn't it?! Literally hours after we kiss in front of everyone, you give Michonne intel. You can't say that that was all about me' I said sadly.

'You really think I'd do that?' he asked with hurt in his voice.

'You could've gone to anyone else, you could've asked me! But, instead, you make me feel like some sort of mental patient trying to break out of an asylum! I have burnt all of my bridges for you, over and over again fully knowing that the people I love will hate me for it, why haven't you?' I asked as I walked out of his cell.

When I left the cell, dumb and dumber followed me back to my house and stood outside the front door, effectively caging me in my own home.

I needed to do something in our fight against the whisperers and this morning Michonne seemed like she was hiding something from me.

I rifled through my bag and boxes until I found an old walkie talkie.

I audibly shouted 'yes!' as I tuned it to the Alexandria radio, to listen in on the latest intel.

It took a while but soon enough Luke connected the line and said that a hoard was heading towards Hilltop and that it was probably the whisperers.

I had seen that hoard and connecting the pieces it all made sense, she wanted to hit me where it hurt, my former community.

I packed a bag and chucked it out of the window which faced the fence.

I knew no 'eyes' would be watching me from that angle, so I hopped out the window and jumped down to the ground.

I winced as I felt my legs shudder, but there were no sprains or broken bones so I was all good.

I knew that climbing the fence would clang and rattle, alerting my guards so I brought a shovel and dug a hole straight under, filling it mostly back up so that walkers couldn't get in.

I sprinted for the woods and was undetected as I ran towards Hilltop.

I knew it would take several hours on foot so I kept running as fast as I could until I came across any abandoned vehicles.

Most of them had no gas and were practically falling apart but a miracle must have befallen me when I came across an untouched motorbike.

I whispered, 'yes!' to myself as I hot-wired the engine and it had enough gas to get me to Hilltop.

As soon as I got there, the gates opened as Luke welcomed me frantically and said 'boy am I happy to see you! But I thought that Michonne said-'.

I stopped him and said, 'that doesn't matter now, we need to get ready'.

He nodded seriously as we both briefed everyone on the plan.

I knew that Michonne and Judith would be here somewhere so I did my best to hide in the shadows until I saw the whisperers.

A few of our snipers fought some off, but they increasingly started to surround our defences.

Many stabbed at them with long pikes from the watchtowers and others simply shot them dead.

I made my way to the front gate when I saw Michonne and Judith battling off walkers outside the walls.

'Shit' I said as she saw me.

'What the shit?!' she yelled as she kept on fighting.

'Can't stop me Michonne' I shouted as I ran off in the opposite direction and slipped through the back gates.

I sliced down walkers that came after me and shot a few whisperers.

The only advantage was that they didn't have guns, only knives.

I was starting to get swamped by them when a shadowed figure mowed them down with an assault rifle.

When the smoke cleared, I looked up at the watchtower to see Lydia.

'Lydia?!' I shouted.

'Molly?! Doesn't matter, I can cover you' she said enthusiastically, clearly ignoring the part where she forgot to tell me about her going to Hilltop.

I looked at her sternly but nodded, thanking her for helping me out.

Amidst all the chaos of dropping bodies all around me, I saw her.

The woman who murdered my sister was standing away from it all.

My eyes locked onto her and I sprinted towards her, not caring about the whisperers near me.

The woman smiled sinisterly as she saw me running after her and started to run into the forest.

I grunted and paced after her, when suddenly, like in slow motion, I saw Daryl and Connie going after a tall whisperer.

He looked like her right hand man.

I hesitated and shot a couple whisperers chasing me and then changed my course of direction and headed to help Daryl.

As much as I wanted to kill that woman, I needed to prove that my judgement wasn't clouded.

I sprinted after Daryl and Connie as they chased the tall man.

I shot at him, but he managed to weave in and out of the trees, avoiding each bullet.

'Son of a bitch' I said as a whisperer came out of nowhere and tackled me to the ground.

Connie stopped and was about to help me when I told her 'Daryl'.

I struggled with the masked man as he tried to strangle me but using the barrel of the gun, I whacked him across the side of his face, sending him toppling off me as I drove my dagger into his skull.

Then a dozen whisperers came after me and then Connie after I caught up to her, we were encircled and unable to go after Daryl.

It took a while, but standing back to back, Connie and I managed to take them all out.

We took a deep breath as I said 'okay let's go' just as Daryl came running back towards us.

We both looked at each other in confusion, as Daryl said breathlessly, with his daggers covered in blood 'that son of a bitch is dead'.

I nodded and smiled, saying 'yeah, we did some damage here too' as I high fived Connie.

Daryl smiled slightly and said 'c'mon let's get the fuck outta here'.

I chuckled, saying 'don't have to ask me twice'.

I thought I would feel angry or at least upset that I didn't go after their leader, but killing some of them was enough and knowing that Daryl had taken out her second in command, made it all the more sweeter.

Negan was wrong, I was ready.

But, I was also wrong, whether he thought I was ready or not, he had lost me all those years ago and he just didn't want to lose me again.

I knew that now.

The only guilt that wracked my brain was what I said to him before I left.

Fuck I could be a bitch sometimes...

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