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[lilypadeater]

Pancakes

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary- You're Judith's babysitter in Alexandria and your kind gesture backfires.

Content information: 18+, angsty Rick, age gap (20s and 40s), awkward as FUCK, there would be smut if I continued

"Rick, I found the perfect candidate to take care of Judith while you're working." Deanna announced with her signature friendly smile.

Currently sitting in her make-shift office, Rick raised his brow because she had told him there were 'important matters' to discuss. "This' what you wanted to tell me? I already told'ya, m'not comfortable with anyone besides the people in my group takin' care of her. Carl and Carol are takin' turns."

Deanna sighed and reasoned, "I understand, I completely do. I would be hesitant to allow strangers to take care of my child, but we aren't strangers here. We are a community of good people. Carl's still a kid and he shouldn't have be a primary care taker for his little sister. Carol is a valuable asset to this community and I need her to do other jobs. This leaves only one option, and that's to find a babysitter for Judith."

"No, absolutely not. There ain't a single person here I would trust with that," Rick interrupted.

Deanna ignored his protest and continued, "You trust me though, don't you? Thats why when I thought about it, I decided that my daughter could take care of yours."

Rick eye brows furrowed in surprise at her suggestion. "Your daughter?" He repeated in confusion.

"Yes, she's my oldest. She doesn't have kids, but she's taken care of plenty of babies," Deanna explains.

Rick pondered it for a moment. He realized Deanna had a point about Carl and Carol, but having a stranger taking care of Judith made his stomach turn. However, it was better to have Deanna's own daughter taking care of Judith than some random civilian in Alexandria. He had only caught a glimpse of you during the welcome party, before you disappeared into a group of people. "Don't you have some more important job for your own daughter?" He inquired.

Deanna chuckled at his suspicion. "She used to go on runs, but I don't want her out there anymore. She'll make a great babysitter for you, until I find another job for her that doesn't involve going outside of the walls."

"I'll think about it" was all he said before getting up and heading towards the door. 'These next few weeks are gonna be long.' He mentally groaned.

The next day, Rick was met with a knock on the door while getting ready. He quickly slid on a plain white shirt and some black jeans before opening the door.

You greeted him in a friendly voice, "Hi, I'm Y/N Monroe, Deanna's daughter. I'm here to look after Judith."

Rick's eyes scanned over you, momentarily forgetting what you just said as he analyzed you. His eyes traced every detail on your face and clothing. He finally spoke, "Rick Grimes. Y'can come in." He moved from the door way and let you inside the house. You could feel his watchful eyes drilling a hole in the back of your head as you stepped inside. The silence was deafening.

You turned to Rick and asked curiously, "Where is she?"

"She's asleep right now. I'll show you 'round for now," he answered and began walking toward the kitchen. Rick opened some cabinets and explained where Judith's food and toys were. "Feel free to help yourself to anything, just make sure Judith is well taken care of," he added.

"Thank you, and don't worry, she's in good hands." You assured and patted his back. He stared down at you, trying to figure you out, before Judith's cries snapped him out of his thoughts.

You both made your way to Judith's crib and he scooped her up. He goes on to say, "She's fussy in the mornings 'cause she's hungry. She usually only cries if she's hungry, needs to be changed, or if she tired."

You can't help but giggle at his serious explanations for the obvious. "I know how a baby works, Rick. This isn't the first one I've ever taken care of," You playfully retort and reach out to hold Judith.

He feels some embarrassment from his explanation and hands her over to you cautiously. "Jus' making sure," He admits. Judith curiously studies you as you rock her in your arms. Your attention and drawn back to Rick when he states, "I better get ready for work. I'll let Carl and Carol know you'll be taking over, for today." He muttered the last part as he exited the room.

After Judith calmed down, you brought her to the kitchen and sat her down in her high chair. You brought a spoonful of applesauce to her mouth, which she happily scarfed down. Rick's suspicions of you were justified since he didn't know you, but it slightly irritated you. While feeding Judith and hearing her coos, an idea hit you. 'Maybe I could win him over with food.'

You cleaned Judith up quickly started breakfast for Rick and Carl. Putting on an apron you found laying around and tying your hair back, you got to work. Making do with what was in the pantry, you were able to make blueberry oat pancakes with honey syrup. The blueberry aroma filled the house. Just as you had finished up, Carl came out of his room.

He rushed down the stairs to see what the delicious smell was from, and possibly taste it. When he finally reached the kitchen, he awkwardly introduced himself and picked Judith up from her high chair, "Oh, uh, hello. I'm Carl." His father had told him about a babysitter for Judith, but he was still surprised to see that you were the reason for the yummy smell.

"Good mornin'. I'm Y/N, I'll be babysitting Judith. Would you like some blueberry oat pancakes?" You replied with a kind smile and he quickly nodded his head. He sat down at the table and you placed a plate of food down in front of him. Without any hesitation, he dug into the pancakes. You gave Judith some nibbles of pancake as well since she watched Carl with interest.

Rick walked down the stairs, fully dressed in his constable uniform. It consisted of black jeans, a blue button up, a tie, and a jacket. He looked just as scrumptious as the pancakes. Carl briefly looked away from the food to greet him, but immediately went back to it afterwards. You on the other hand, had a hard time taking your eyes off him.

"What did'ya make?" He asked curiously and walked towards you. The pleasant aroma of blueberries and honey had caught his attention, just as you planned.

"Blueberry oat pancakes with honey syrup. Would you like some?" You softly replied, getting shy at his close proximity. He was taking in the sight of you in the apron with your hair pulled back, you were stunning. His paranoid opinion of you from had clouded his brain, stopping him from noticing this earlier. But of course, he would never make any advances to you. You were much younger than him, and you were just doing your job. Right?

"I'd love some," He answered and watched as you prepared him a plate of the blueberry oat pancakes. You handed him the plate, accidentally brushing your soft and gentle hand over his rough and calloused ones. The touch sent a rush of heat through your body and his. He did a quick head nod to show his appreciation for the food walked towards the table.

Rick closely inspected the food when you turned your focus to the dishes. He cut a piece of pancake and observed it as if it were some kind of laboratory creation. Carl noticed his fathers behavior and insisted, “C’mon dad, it’s not like she poisoned it or something.”

Rick shot his son a look before hesitantly putting the forkful of pancake into his mouth. His eyebrows raised in surprise when he tasted the flavorful masterpiece. You turned away from the dishes to see his reaction to your cooking. “I hope you guys liked it, I know this little one did,” you asked as you moved towards the table and picked Judith up.

Rick straightened up a bit, savoring the taste in his mouth. "They're real good. Lori used to make 'em every sunday and they were awful, but god, I miss her..." He trailed off, realizing he had just brought up a piece of his past with a stranger. The atmosphere in the room shifted into a tense and awkward fog. Carl's eyes darted from his empty plate to Rick.

You weren't really sure what to say to the random burst of grief, so you simply responded with, "I'm sorry, if you ever need to talk about it, I'm here." Before Rick could reply, Carl quickly thanked you for the food and rushed out of the house. He didn't even bother taking his plate to the sink.

Rick muttered a "thank you" and stood up from his chair without finishing his food. You watched in disappointment as he walked out, the sound of the front door slamming echoing in the silent room. As if on queue, Judith began to cry.

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[theteasetwrites]

Reassurance

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 5 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—thigh riding, rough sex, missionary, swearing ❧ Word Count: 5k

❧ Requested by anonymous (this request)

❧ Summary: You are reunited with family friends, the Monroes, and Spencer has always had an unrequited infatuation with you. When he confronts you about your relationship with Daryl, it leads to some self-doubt for the archer. Can he redeem himself?

❧ A/N: I saw an opportunity for jealous Daryl smut and I took it. It's not super dramatic jealousy, since Spencer is just being an asshole (I love how Spencer is the de facto character used for jealous Daryl stuff lol he's always getting shit on in fics but no one likes him that much so it's fine), but Daryl does get super insecure and wonders if he even deserves Reader, so I classify this as jealous Daryl. I packed a bit of fluff in here too so I hope y'all enjoy that. Oh, what a cute little possum he is...

What are the odds? you kept asking yourself, as though it even mattered at all. The odds were slim, of course, but it had happened regardless: somehow, you’d been thrown back into your old life, a life you thought you’d left back in Washington D.C.

Politics were never your strong suit, but it was in your family from day one. Your father was a renowned lobbyist at the capital, and your mother was a Virginia senator at some point, you didn’t care much to know the exact years. All you knew was that you wanted nothing to do with it, and that suddenly, you were being stared in the face by a woman you knew as a close family friend: Deanna Monroe.

“So, (Y/N),” she said, delicately swirling the red wine in her glass as she made eye contact with you, studying you across the dining room table in her house, the nicest one in Alexandria, you were sure. “How’d you like it here so far? I noticed Rick’s having you all stay in one house.”

You straightened your back to respond. You were always so intimidated by her, despite the fact you knew she had a liking towards you. At least, she did, at one point. “Yeah,” you sighed. “He’s just playing it safe… I like it here, though. It’s different, that’s for sure.”

“Not really,” replied Spencer, eying you from your right. You wished he’d stop looking at you the way he did, always as if expecting something from you. “It’s more or less like how it was before, I mean. But I guess, you were out there. It’s different out there.” He shoveled a forkful of salad into his mouth, crunching it sharply under his teeth. 

“Well,” said Reg, thankfully saving you from having to speak directly to Spencer, “I’m sure you have some interesting stories. Some harder to tell than others, of course.”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “We were basically out there from the beginning. You all are lucky, having this place for so long.”

“Have you encountered other communities like ours?” asked Deanna.

“No,” you answered. “Nothing like this. We’ve come across communities, but they were hostile, or tried to take our resources. Those places are gone now… Messed with the wrong people.”

There was an air of warning to your voice, betraying the slight distrust you felt towards Alexandria. Of course, you knew Deanna and the Monroes, family friends as they were, but perhaps spending almost two years or so with a target on your back, along with the rest of your group, made you a little less willing to trust than once before. It was hard to trust anyone these days, to be sure. 

Spencer raised an eyebrow, with a slightly smug grin on his disturbingly handsome face. He looked more like a Ken doll than a human being, you always thought. Typical pretty boy, and very self-assured as a result. “Wouldn’t wanna mess with you, huh?” he asked. “You must be pretty good out there, fighting… walkers? That’s what you guys call them?”

“Yeah, walkers,” you said. “I’ve fought a lot… People, too. It’s what you have to do out there. Didn’t think in a million years I’d learn how to shoot a gun.”

“Especially considering your parents’ stance on the subject,” mused Deanna. “I remember your father lobbying for gun control back in the nineties. He was so passionate about it. Your mother, too.”

“So how did you learn how to shoot, anyway?” asked Spencer. 

He knew what he was doing, of course. He had to have known. 

Anyone could see the relationship you had with Daryl, the man who’d taught you everything you knew when it came to dealing with walkers, people, and other threats to your survival. Surely, Spencer must’ve known, too. The way Daryl had stepped in front of you that day, keeping you close to him as your group stepped through the gates of Alexandria for the first time, how he whispered tenderly into your ear, urging you to stay close to him for fear that something might happen to you in this unfamiliar environment… Indeed, Spencer must’ve known.

You shrugged as you took a sip of your wine. Liquid courage. 

“Just sort of… figured it out, I guess,” you said with a light chuckle, as if that could deter Spencer, the guy who’d pretty obviously had a thing for you since you were teenagers, from asking you any more questions. “Comes in handy to know how to shoot a gun when there’s two dozen walkers surrounding you.”

“But your people helped, right?” Spencer asked. 

“Of course,” you replied. “We protected each other. Like family.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow. “But I'm sure you are closer to some of them more than the others, though, right?”

“Spencer,” chided Deanna.

“What? Just making conversation… That, uh… Daryl guy, what’s he like?”

The wine must’ve emboldened him, as the Spencer you thought you knew was at least a little more subtle with his… attraction to you. 

“He’s great,” you said. Of course, he was more than great; you loved him, but something told you Spencer knew that. “In fact, he’s sort of like Rick’s right hand man. He’d never admit it, but he’s invaluable to our group… He’s a good man.”

Spencer scoffed, about to say something before Deanna could stop him. “I’m sure. Spencer, why don’t you and Aiden fetch another wine bottle from the pantry? We’ll clean up and get dessert ready.”

Oh, thank God, you thought. You could take Deanna, but Spencer’s attitude was unbearable. Still, after dessert he had followed you onto the front porch, stopping you before you could leave.

“(Y/N),” he said, his hand grasping firmly around your wrist. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

You huffed. “Sure,” you said, though there was nothing you really wanted more than to get back to your family across the street, to get back to Daryl, who was having a difficult time adjusting to the new world you’d all stumbled into just hours ago. “I gotta get back, though.”

“Yeah. Gotta get back to your… What is he to you, anyway?”

“Spencer, I don’t want to—”

“No, (Y/N),” he interrupted. “After all the shit you put me through, I think I deserve an explanation.”

“An explanation? An explanation for what?” 

He pushed closer, evidently angered by your supposed ignorance. “For why I was never good enough for you.”

You shook your head at the statement, though you had expected him to say something like that. He always liked being the possessor of an unrequited love. He seemed to play the part well, even if it frustrated him. You were certain he didn’t love you at all, but that he had been brainwashed by his mother into thinking that the two of you were a “match made in Heaven.” 

You let the young man escort you to one debutante ball and suddenly you’re engaged to be married in the eyes of every political family in your social circle, only you never saw him that way. Not in the slightest.

“I never said you weren’t… good enough for me,” you said. “Spencer, I’m just not interested in you in that way. I’m sorry.”

No matter how many times you had told him that in your life, it didn’t seem to get through to him. 

“So you’re with some white trash, redneck loser now, right? That’s the kind of guy you’re interested in? Christ, (Y/N), I saw him gutting a possum earlier. It’s disgusting. I mean, I get you were out there for a while, but now that you’re here, you need to remember your worth. He’s not worthy of you. Not a guy like that, some dumb country bumpkin. You deserve better.” 

His words sparked indignation, and hurt at the thought of Daryl being perceived in such a way. You knew in your heart of hearts that Daryl deserved you, that he was the perfect man for you, but it didn’t mean you weren’t hurt by what Spencer said, the way he belittled such a wonderful man who’d cared about you long before you developed an intimate relationship with him.

“How dare you,” you said, the words coated with disgust rising from the pit of your stomach like bile. “You don’t know him, and you certainly don’t know what he’s done for me and my group, so don’t you tell me what I do and don’t deserve because you don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

You turned to walk away, stepping down the porch steps until you reached the sidewalk, but Spencer quickly followed, spinning you around to face him as he forcefully held your wrist.

“Spencer,” you warned. “You better let me go.”

If you didn’t know Daryl was more than likely within close enough range to hear your screaming, you would’ve been much more frightened by that look in Spencer’s eye, but had you screamed, you were sure he’d be there in a flash, as he was known to do.

“I’m not letting go until you tell me why I’m not good enough for you and he is.” 

“I don’t owe you anything,” you said. “Now let go of me, Spencer. If you don’t let me go I’ll scream bloody murder.”

He huffed and loosened his grip, and only let go completely when a much stronger grip held onto his shoulders, pulling him away from you with the swiftness of a whirlwind.

It turned out you didn’t even have to scream for Daryl to come to your rescue—he was already one step ahead.

“What the hell?!” barked Spencer, pushing Daryl away from him.

It only enraged Daryl more, pushing him to grab the younger man’s collar and jut his face forward until they were very nearly nose-to-nose. 

Daryl’s reply was simple, and made even more gruff by the rage causing his nostrils to flare in righteous indignation. “Don’t touch ‘er,” he said. “Or I will knock your teeth out, you hear me?”

“Yeah,” he huffed. “Yeah, I hear you.”

“Good,” Daryl replied, pulling his collar tighter. “‘Cause I’m sure you don’t wanna have to tell everyone that some dumb country bumpkin beat you to a pulp, right? That’d be real embarrassing.”

Spencer swallowed hard and nodded, at this point willing to say anything to get Daryl to let go of him. “Sure, man,” he said. “Just let me go, huh?”

He relinquished his collar with a push as his eyes narrowed to a sharp point. “Go,” he growled. “‘Fore I change my mind.”

He gave you one last look before retreating back into the Monroe house, slamming the door shut to send an echo through the empty moonlight street.

“Hey,” said Daryl as he moved towards you slowly. “You okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you said. “I’m fine… Were you watching us?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Got worried when you didn’t come back. Was waiting out here for ya.”

“Thanks,” you sighed. “I didn’t want you to hear all that, though. He said some awful things.”

Daryl scoffed and shook his head. “Don’t matter to me what that asshole thinks. Come on.” He held out his hand to you as he pivoted his body towards the direction of the house your group had been given by Deanna. “You should get some sleep.”

He’d already set up a little corner for the two of you in the living room, amidst the sleeping bodies of the others in your group, all of whom had agreed to sleep in the same room until you could all be sure Alexandria was safe. 

You tiptoed around them, holding Daryl’s hand as he guided you closer to the sleeping bag. 

He made sure you lowered yourself down into the warm fleece of the sleeping bag, and leaned down briefly to kiss you before standing back up, much to your dismay.

“Daryl,” you sighed. “Where are you going?”

“Keep watch.”

You scoffed. “You know that’s not necessary, right? There’s people on guard on the wall. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“Better safe than sorry,” he replied. “You sleep now. I’ll be back soon.”

He’d usually never been this eager to leave you alone. As he turned to face the door, you realized something was bothering him, and you were sure it had to do with Spencer.

Of course, there was no way you’d be able to get Daryl to come to bed and talk about his feelings like you wanted him to, so you’d have to be a little more creative, drawing on his inability to resist you in order to get him within arm’s reach again.

“Dar,” you whispered sweetly into the air of the night. “Please… Don’t leave.” 

He turned to face you, almost pouting with your sullen features. You already knew he’d be putty in your hands, based on the way his eyes softened.

“I need you,” you said, playing on the exact heartstrings you needed to. Besides, it was true: you needed him. “Just hold me, like you did back at the prison… Please?”

He trudged back over to you, gently leaning his crossbow against the wall before settling down beside you, tucking himself into the warm caress of the sleeping bag.

You immediately slotted your body against his, and though he let out a huff, you could tell his body was allowing itself to settle into yours, wrapping his arms right around you and resting his chin gently on your head as he rubbed your back beneath the warmth of the sleeping bag. The soft fleece insulated the bare parts of your skin, and the immense warmth from his body seemed to radiate all around you in your shared cocoon of comfort. 

“Thanks,” you whispered. “I love it when you hold me, you know.”

Love holdin’ you, he thought, but his words were tangled up in the more oppressive thoughts of what Spencer had said, and nothing could come out but a short grunt of acknowledgement.

It occurred to him that he shouldn’t have been holding you, that perhaps it should’ve been someone like Spencer holding you, that he didn’t deserve to hold you, even if it felt so right, so good.

“Daryl?”

“Hm?”

You narrowed his eyes to get a better look at his features, illuminated by the soft light of the porch lantern pouring in gently through the slats of the blinds. Your fingers raised to tuck loose strands of silky brown hair behind his ears. He smirked in slight amusement at how intensely you focused on him.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked. 

He was determined to circumvent the topic of discussing what was really on his mind, so instead he revealed to you the other topic weighing heavily on his mind, as usual.

“How damn beautiful you are,” he said. “And all mine, too.”

All his, but should you have been? Maybe you’d be better off with someone else.

“That’s sweet,” you said, tickling his skin as your fingertips delicately traced his jawline up and down. “But that’s not what you were thinking. Tell me… Is it Spencer?”

“Nah… It ain’t that.”

That was a lie, and you knew it, too.

“So what is it? And don’t tell me I’m beautiful again, even if I love to hear it from you.”

He huffed and shook his head, coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t really keep anything from you. “It’s just… What he said, about how I don’t deserve you… How you should be with someone else… How you should be with him.”

“Daryl…”

It hurt so much to see how much he was hurting, how much Spencer’s words had affected him. It was odd, too. Daryl never cared much about what people said, so if what Spencer had said had gotten to him, it must’ve been pretty bad. 

You snuggled closer against his chest to kiss his neck, where you nuzzled your head to tickle his skin with the ends of your hair. Your arms wrapped tight around him, keeping his body snug against yours to the point he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, and he certainly didn’t want to. 

Your embrace was so potent, and exactly what he needed to feel. He needed your reassurance that you loved him, that you needed him and no one else. Spencer or any other man could never feel the love you had in your heart. That was reserved for him and him alone, just as his love was for you and no other woman. Did he deserve your love? He could never be sure, but in this moment, he knew at least that he still had you.

“Don’t ever say that,” you said. “If anything, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. Everything you do for me, for everyone… You’re wonderful. Guys like Spencer are just jealous of how brave and selfless you are. He could never be anything like you, and that bothers him. It’s not even about me. Spencer doesn’t care about me, he just wants to… He wants to make me feel bad for turning him down back in the day. Get some kind of revenge. That’s all. And you know what? It’s not working. I’ll never regret turning him down. You are so much better than him in every way. No comparison. You’re perfect to me.”

As usual when you made him feel this way, he was rendered speechless. He couldn’t even think of the words to say, all he knew was what he felt, and what he felt was such a powerful beam of light streaming through him, manifesting itself in the most potent form of love he’d ever felt. Your words were more potent than anything he’d heard Spencer say that night, and they were enough to reassure him. 

“You okay?” you asked, smiling softly as you tried to figure out exactly what he was thinking. He always had some inscrutable look upon his face. “Daryl—”

His lips came crashing down on yours, this time with more pent-up passion than usual as his hands quickly roamed down your sides, squeezing and caressing your curves he’d come to know so well. He found comfort in the familiarity of your body, how beautiful it felt under his hands and how pliable you were for him, always willing to let him lead you where he wanted.

His tongue slipped eagerly around your mouth, and his hands started rubbing you feverishly under the confines of the sleeping bag, desperate to touch every inch of you to the extent he could in this setting. You giggled into his mouth, trying to match his fervor by moving your hands all over his back and shoulders, then up to his head to tangle your fingers in his silky brown mop of long hair. He growled at the feeling, secretly hoping you’d pull his hair just a little, to show how desperately you wanted him. 

It’d been so long since the prison, when he made love to you last. Now, in the aftermath of your heartfelt words, all he wanted was to show you just how much he loved you, too. If he couldn’t vocalize it, he’d demonstrate it. He’d rip those gorgeous moans and sultry whimpers from your sweet lips until your vocal cords were shot. He’d get his hands wet with your arousal until his fingertips wrinkled like raisins. He’d ride your body into oblivion, so in the morning you might be a little sore from his weight on top of you. He’d let you touch and kiss and lick him like you owned him, and you did. You owned his mind, body, and soul, and all he could think about in the wake of his insecurity was how much he needed to show you that.

When his body overtook yours, on top of you as his mouth devoured you, you felt his erection semi-hard against your thigh, and his grunts of passion soaked your tender lips in eagerness to feel more of his body. Still, you heard what seemed like bodies stirring nearby, reminding you that you were not alone, but surrounded by your group, as usual. They might have been asleep, but any sounds of passion the two of you would make would surely wake them, and embarrassment would turn your lovers’ embrace into one of slight shame.

“Mm, Daryl,” you moaned into his lips as you pulled him away by the cheeks. His lips still attacked yours, pecking them while you tried to get him to focus on your eyes instead of your mouth. “Baby, we can’t do this in here.”

He looked like he’d just been awoken from some strange, alien-abduction-induced trance, but his rationality quickly kicked in.

“Yeah,” he huffed. “Where can we do it?”

You laughed, amused by his desperation. “Well, um… There’s a bedroom upstairs? Nice big bed… More private… How’s that sound, stud?”

Once he had you in that room, he wasted no time in unbuckling his belt, watching you pull off your shirt with intense interest. Your bra flew somewhere into the darkness of the room, while his pants and underwear hung around his ankles, dragging on the floor as he moved to grab your waist.

He pulled you in for another kiss while your hands grasped at his semi-hard cock. You pulled on his length gently, but with enough strength to elicit a deep, guttural growl from his mouth that poured directly into yours.

As you massaged his cock, warm and beginning to throb, he yanked at your pants to remove them until they hung around your ankles, along with your panties, nearly soaked through already. 

“Come ‘ere,” he said, gesturing to his bare thigh. “Rub yourself on me.”

He didn’t wait for you to move on your own, instead taking one of your legs and wrapping it around his back, and forcing your bare crotch to rest on his bent thigh.

You wasted no time in doing as he asked, moving your hips back and forth in a sensual rhythm until your clit felt the pressure of the friction. Skin on skin gave way to pleasure, and an intense tingling just barely beginning to build up in your core.

“Oh,” you moaned into his lips. “Dar…”

His lips ghosted over yours as he watched you writhe and wriggle on his thigh, your naked body held and supported by his. Your hands clinged to his shirt while you hugged him tight, demanding his closeness as your pleasure got closer and closer to taking over.

“That’s right,” he whispered as he tugged on his cock. “You like that, don’t you? I know what you like, sweet thing.”

His breath tickled your neck and sent you into a delirious state of giddiness as you giggled between moans. “Mhm… My perfect man…”

You lowered your hand now, removing his from his cock and demanding your own time with it. You pulled up and down, back and forth as your body grinded against him. His hands now held your lower back to keep you steady, and to increase the pressure on your clit as he manually rubbed your core on his thigh. 

“Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop… Daryl…”

“I won’t stop,” he panted. “You gotta come real good for me… Right on my thigh. You gonna come, sweetheart? Just for me?”

“Y-yes.” Your eyes closed tightly as you concentrated on the shocks reverberating through you, getting closer and closer to the most intense burst of pleasure. Your body rutted faster against his thigh, and soon you couldn’t tug on his cock anymore as your orgasm came at full speed. “Oh, God! I’m coming…”

Your body became tight and clenched, and yet loose and shaky all at once. You tucked your head right into the crook of his shoulder to ride out your orgasm, humping his thigh as each pulse seemed to become even more intense.

If you weren’t in such a state of bliss, you might’ve noticed Daryl’s fingers inside you now, feeling the clenching of your twitching walls squeeze his digits in the most beautiful way. 

He pulled his fingers back and forth, each time going deeper and deeper until he was so tightly wound up inside you that you could feel his fingertips in your lower abdomen, penetrating your deepest point.

“Ah!” you moaned, laughing in slight delirium at the feeling. “Oh, yes… Yes, that was so good…”

But it wasn’t anything compared to his cock, you knew. He pushed you forward once he couldn’t feel your twitching anymore, and tugged off his vest and shirt until he was fully naked, a gorgeous specimen of a man with broad shoulders and the most beautiful, sweaty chest you’d ever seen. His hair was disheveled and shagged out all over his face, but even through those unkempt strands of deliciously dark hair, you could see the sheer lust in his narrowed, penetrative eyes.

Those eyes gazed over your body, draped lazily over the edge of the bed as you, too, eyed him, that perfect man of yours. 

Your breasts heaved, as you were still winded from your intense orgasm. Your legs spread apart slowly, giving you enough space to touch yourself, sloppily circling your clit with your fingers as you daydreamed about him, despite how close he was to you. Just not feeling his touch was enough to make you miss him.

His eyes lowered to your engorged, open pussy, dripping with the evidence of your arousal while you humped your enthusiastic hand. He touched himself, too, but it wasn’t going to be able to match the real thing.

“Oh… Fuck me, Daryl,” you groaned, almost in agony at how badly you needed him inside of you. “Please. Fuck me so good, the way only you can.”

He could never say no to you. Well, not that he wanted to. 

He quickly straddled your waist and brought his cock to your entrance. After just a few moments of teasing you, trailing his tip along your slit, he couldn’t handle it anymore. He spat on his hand to lubricate his sensitive shaft before plunging into you, quickly meeting your hilt.

His arms stretched up to hold yours above your head, pinned to the mattress as he began to ride you, fast and hard and without a semblance of a break between intense, blissful thrusts.

You didn’t mind the pace, though, not when each thrust filled you perfectly as far as his cock could go, and hit the most amazing spots inside you. As another orgasm began to form, Daryl watched your supple breasts bounce with each powerful thrust he delivered, and that was nearly enough to send him over the edge, until you came again, and the clenching of your pussy around his throbbing cock began to milk the start of his orgasm.

He pulled out swiftly and moved off of you and back, letting go of your hands so you could pull his length to finish. 

Still in the throes of your second orgasm, you leaned forward to eagerly stroke him as your sensitive body rode out your high, complete with intense whimpers and moans of pleasure.

“Oh, shit,” he grunted. “I’m gonna come.”

You angled his cock towards your breasts as spurts of white exploded from his tip, a great heavy load that coated your breasts in droplets of warm cream. He was quick to push you back, pressing his lips to yours as he rubbed the cum all over your soft, gorgeous breasts, gently pinching your nipples all the while.

You laughed into his mouth, and he laughed, too, a strange occurrence for the usually serious man, but sex (and you) brought out the less serious side, the one that could forget about petty words spoken by unrequited lovers.

Sweat and cum pooled between your chests as he laid over you, kissing your face at every possible angle until he reached your lips again, pouting and raw from all his attention.

“Feel better now?” you laughed. 

“Yeah,” he sighed against your cheek before kissing you there once more. “I needed that… Reassurance.”

You smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Reassurance for what?”

“That I deserve you,” he said, almost ashamed of his insecurity. 

You tilted your head and smiled sweetly in understanding. “Of course you deserve me. You deserve anything that makes you happy. I just… hope I make you happy, Daryl. That’s all I want to do.”

Funny, that’s all he wanted to do, too—make you happy. 

“You make me so happy,” he said. “You’re everything to me.”

“Ditto,” you giggled as you made an attempt to fix his disheveled hair. “Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

You shrugged, almost bashfully. “Screwing me.”

He scoffed. “Don’t gotta thank me. Couldn’t wait any longer. Was about to get blue balls.”

“Mm,” you hummed in amusement. “No wonder you were so grumpy.”

“Pfft… Yeah, well had I been any worse I might’ve beaten that prick to death for touchin’ you. Don’t care whose son he is.”

You bit your lip, amused as you watched him pontificate. “You’re kind of cute when you’re jealous, Dar.”

He rolled over and shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling, slightly smirking. “Ain’t jealous of no one. ‘Specially not that douchebag. Tell ya what, possum might be white trash but it’s damn good when you ain’t had anythin’ else in almost two years.”

You laughed and turned on your side to snuggle into his chest. “Are you my little possum, Daryl?” you cooed teasingly. “My amazing, white trash possum? Possums are so cute…” Your hand lowered to his belly to tickle his soft skin.

“Stop it, woman,” he scolded half-heartedly, with a hint of a laugh at the feeling of your tickling. “I ain’t a damn possum.”

“Oh, but I like possums. Can you be a possum for me, please? You know, they’re very tough, resilient animals. They play dead, so they’re smart and sly. They’re also adorable, like I said. I think you’re a possum.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass… But I love you.”

“I love you, too, possum.” 

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[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Request: hi, I was wondering whether you could do something where Carl stumbles upon the reader getting beaten by some of the kids in Alexandria and how he’d react? Thank you

Warnings: angst, yelling, cussing, blood, physical harm.

I’ve had the writing bug all over again so expect a ton of content. Love you all!<33

Safe with me

It was a late summers evening in Alexandria, you were knelt down beside the tomato plants picking all the ripe ones at carols request as she wanted to try make homemade tomato soup. She was always making cookies, biscuits, cupcakes and homemade food for everyone so you wanted to try and help her out as best as you possibly could.

A soft exhale fell from your lips as you put a handful of tomato’s into the container, the sun had set already, leaving a burning fire in the sky that slowly disappeared with time. You preferred to work at night as the hot rays of the sun didn’t do you any good and you knew your limits so did what you could when you could. As you picked one ripe-ish tomato you grimaced in disgust as it fell into mush in the palm of your hand “shit” you grumbled under your breath shaking your head in annoyance, dropping the tomato onto the ground as you rubbed your hand against your jeans before continuing picking the tomatoes.

As the container soon became full you wiped your hands a proud smile on your lips until your eyes caught onto a sudden shadow looming over you, the existing light from a few of the houses helped make the shadow visible. It was getting closer and closer and being afraid that a breach of walkers had happened you stood up turning around seeing Spencer “Jesus Christ, don’t sneak up on me like that!” You yelled- this wasn’t the first time he had done something stupid like that. You and him never quite got along, he was always commenting about you and he was always opinionated with you and only you as if he was trying to start a fight. “Why so jumpy?” He laughed out continuing to get closer to you and you quickly moved to the side walking in the opposite direction, you didn’t want to be anywhere close to him. He gave you weird vibes.

“Hey! I’m talking to you” he called but you continued walking “I’m done talking” you said hurrying towards the safety of carls home but before you could even get close to the house a sudden punch to your head knocked you down, your body hitting the ground “he’s talking to you, when Spencer talks you listen!” A voice you didn’t recognise yelled, “oh what a useless bitch” the familiar voice of Aiden laughed out. The Monroe boys always seemed to have an issue with you and you never knew why. Kicks landed on your stomach, your back and legs as over five voices were heard. You shielded your head in a desperate attempt to protect your neck and head. “Please stop” you cried out mocking voices only being the only thing to answer. As the kicking eased you were rolled onto your back as Spencer stood above you “this is for my mom…” he spat out before reigning punches down onto your face- blood covering your face as sobs began leaving your lips “please!!” You screamed out begging for some type of mercy. “You. Killed. Our. Mom! This is on you! I’m not stopping until you’re dead!” Spencer yelled out visibly in a fit of rage that he couldn’t control as you continued taking the beating, unable to do anything.

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“Dad I’ll be back in a bit. I’m going over to see y/n.” carl called out pulling the front door open the porch light flicking on, giving him a chance to see outlines of people along with the horrifying sound of cries of agony and punches and without even thinking about it he sprinted out of the front door not shutting the door, pulling out his gun “hey! What the fuck!” He shouted as aiden immediately turned on him- knocking the gun out of carls hand as carl immediately began fighting him, throwing a punch at his head as aiden collapsed to the ground. As soon as Carl saw you his eyes widened “get the hell off of her right now.” He demanded his tone dark and dangerous as he held Spencer and six other kids at gunpoint “stop it otherwise I will shoot.” He demanded again and as Spencer continued punching you carl pulled the trigger, a gunshot immediately alarming everyone. He dropped the gun diving straight into Spencer knocking him right off of you as the both of them began fighting, the hat sat atop of Carls head got hit off as both boys punched at each other.

Sobs and pleads began leaving your lips as you tried to force yourself up “please stop! Stop!” You blubbered out blood spurting out of your mouth as you tried to get up. Yells from adults were heard but they were too far away. Spencer began mercilessly punching Carl and not stopping and that’s when you knew you had to do something and so with your blurry vision you grabbed onto Spencer’s leg before baring your teeth as you sunk your mouth into his leg biting down hard as a scream of agony left his lips “crazy bitch!” He spat out at you. “What the hell is goin’ on?” Daryl yelled out as Rick grabbed a hold of Spencer by the back of his shirt throwing him down to the ground “knock it off!” He said calmly yet his voice was slightly raised. Daryl was knelt beside you trying to see the damage done to you “rick this ain’t good” he grumbled worriedly as the both of them turned to look at you, your face was bruised- your lip was busted and your eyes swollen. You could barely move.

“What happened?” Rick asked. “Dad come on! She’s losing blood we need to get her to the infirmary!” Carl shouted and Rick held his hand out to his son trying to calm him down “okay. Tell me what happened” he said. Spencer’s lip trembled as he struggled to hold back his anger “y/n. Killed. Our. Mom.” He spat out and Rick sent a disapproving look at the older boy before moving towards you “I’ve got her,” Daryl assured “deal with him, he’s not in the right headspace” he murmured and Rick thought for a moment or two before nodding.

Daryl gently held your hands “c’mon work with me” he grumbled gently, you tried to stand your knees weakening from the pain you were in but that gave him enough time as he wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you, his other hand wrapping underneath your legs as he carried you bridal style to the infirmary. Carl rushed after Daryl his eyes filled with nothing but concern “is she gonna be alright?” He asked and Daryl kept his eyes forward “she’ll live. The doc will take care of her.” He assured calmly. Carl pushed the door open “Denise! Y/n’s hurt!” He called as footsteps were immediately heard both Denise and Tara appearing next to the door “alright bring her in.” She ushered as Daryl carried your limp body over to the bed carefully laying you down as you winced in pain fear evident on your face but you tried to be strong. You had to be strong.

“She killed my mom Rick. She’s the reason she got killed!” Spencer roared visibly effected by it all “son, I know you’re angry. But we were all the reason your mom died… no one could’ve stopped it.” He said and Spencer gritted his teeth together shaking his head “you’re wrong.” He spat out and Rick remained silent letting him get everything out anger on his face as he angrily blamed everyone in Alexandria and finally once Spencer had calmed down Rick spoke again “you’re wrong… violence is never the answer. You need to steady yourself. Figure yourself out.” As Spencer went to disagree Rick continued “take. a. walk.”

“Carl you’re bleeding too-“ “I’m fine Denise. Thank you but no. Just look after her okay? Please?” Carl pleaded, his head was pounding but he didn’t want to lose you. He was afraid of losing you. He pulled open the door as he left needing a breather to try and think straight.

“She’s going to be fine. She hasn’t lost too much blood” Denise explained as Daryl stayed in the corner listening to Denise. You were all patched up, clean and now Denise was simply washing all the blood off of your face. Daryl had agreed to look after you whilst Carl went to calm down. “That’s good” he murmured relieved and Denise nodded as you remained laying there peacefully.

The next few days went by rather quickly, you were nearly all better- practically ready to go back home. As you sat up in bed the sudden knock at the door grabbed your attention and Carl walked in a bunch of flowers held in his hands and you smiled “I got these for you,” he said softly as he handed them to you “thank you… they’re beautiful” you said happily and he smiled gently as he reached out grabbing onto your hand gently “I’m glad you’re okay…” he said before continuing “I was so scared I was going to lose you” he said quietly and you held onto his hand more securely giving it a little squeeze “don’t ever be scared because of what happens to me… I’m right here and I’ll always be right here” you said and he looked into your eyes pride visible on his face…

“You’re so strong y/n…” he murmured but before you could answer he took the hat from off his head placing it on top of your head as he smiled down at you “it suits you…” he then slowly began leaning in- he hadn’t ever expressed his feelings towards you and neither had you- too afraid of his response and just as his lips were going to press against yours the door swung open as Carl quickly pulled away “am I interrupting something?” Rick questioned looking at the both of you and you smiled nervously, Carl shaking his head as Rick noticed the sheriff hat on top of your head “looks like there’s a new sheriff in town” he said making you smile as you looked down “sure is” Carl said happily making Rick smile ever so slightly “Carol made some soup and cookies… housing it at our house. Care to join?” He asked and you nodded, Carl nodding too “sure, dad, thanks for the offer- we’ll be there soon.” He said and Rick smiled nodding his head as he left quietly Carl looking at you awkwardly and you smiled biting down on your lip…

The silence remained for a few moments before you waved him closer, and he got closer and just as he got close enough you grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him down at you kissed him deeply yet gently before smiling as you pulled away placing the sheriff hat back onto his head “you’re the real sheriff in this town, mister” you giggled out watching as a blush formed on his cheeks and you smiled… oh gods were you head over heels for this boy.

#rick grimes #twd #daryl dixon #carl grimes #x reader #alexandria #twd imagines #carl grimes x reader #tw #cw #alexandria twd #the walking dead imagine

[46ten]

AH’s political prospects in 1798; Or, how a white man continually falls upwards

It’s a bit difficult to gauge the real-time reaction and consequences of AH’s late August 1797 publication of the Reynolds Pamphlet. We have newspaper articles, sure, and scattered letters here and there. 

But this is even more interesting: Kaminski and Levinson (Levinson is a lawyer and publisher at statutesandstories.com; Kaminski is Founder and Director of the Center for the Study of the American Constitution at UWisc) published a blog post last year confirming that AH’s “secret” (all the discussions were supposed to be secret) plan, delivered on June 18, 1787 at the Constitutional Convention, was leaked and published in early 1798.

Kaminski and Levinson continue: 

James Madison’s Convention notes were not published until 1840, after his death as the last surviving member of the Philadelphia Convention. Accordingly, historians have generally assumed that the full text of the Hamilton Plan only became public in 1840 after Madison’s death. As set forth below, recently rediscovered sources prove that the verbatim text of the Hamilton Plan was leaked to the press in January of 1798, during the vitriolic newspaper war of the 1790s.

[From Benjamin Franklin Bache’s Aurora on January 13, 1798]: The following document, which so complete unmasks the political character of the man who has been most instrumental in entailing on the United States those pernicious systems under which they now groan, comes to us thro’ a certain tho’ indirect channel, from a member of the Grand Convention.

...It has recently been discovered that after the Aurora published Hamilton’s Plan several Democratic-Republican newspapers quickly followed suit. In early 1798 the following newspapers republished the Hamilton Plan as a means of “unmasking” and attacking Hamilton’s “political character” as a monarchist:

Greenleaf’s New York Journal, January 17, 1798

The Alexandria Advertiser, January 23, 1798

The Independent Chronicle, January 25, 1798

The Bee, January 31, 1798

The Albany Register, February 2, 1798

The Poughkeepsie Journal, March 13, 1798

Whether Madison personally authorized the leak will require additional scholarship, which will be discussed in the pending book, My Most Ardent Wish: New discoveries and insights into the framing of the Constitution.

In the months to follow Statutesandstories.com and the Center for the Study of the American Constitution invite scholars to join in a deep dive into the Madison, Jefferson and Monroe papers looking for clues as to the reason(s) for releasing the confidential Hamilton Plan. While generations of historians and biographers have written about the growing schism between Madison and Hamilton, as far as can be determined no biographer has cited the leak of the Hamilton Plan in the Aurora on January 13, 1798. Why then? And to what end?

Look at these guys promising me a good time! A lot of interesting work has been published on the blog about the Constitutional Convention, how AH may have been in Philadelphia for more days than usually noted, done more politicking towards the other NY delegates than previously known, and how he may have been more active in the writing of the Constitution than usually attributed (hi Gouverneur Morris), in what they term the Hamilton Authorship Thesis. They also have provided some more information about missing/ previously unknown Hamilton legal cases (I’ll link one here), among other topics. 

So even with the Reynolds Pamphlet and the publication of AH’s “monarchist” views, John Jay (then NY Gov) was willing to name Hamilton U.S. Senator from NY in April 1798 - without even asking him if it was okay!

The present delicate State of our public affairs, and the evident Expediency of filling this Vacancy without Delay, induce me without requesting your Permission and waiting for your answer, to determine to send you a Commission to fill that place, by the next Post. I can say nothing that will not occur to You. [19April1798, Jay to AH]

And then took a breath and sent off another note: 

On further Reflection I doubt the propriety of appointing you without your previous permission, and therefore shall postpone it untill I receive your answer. If after well considering the Subject you should decline an appointmt. be so good as to consult with some of our most judicious Friends and advise me as to the Persons most proper to appoint and at the same time likely to accept. [19April1798, Jay to AH]

The situation was that Philip Schuyler had been elected Senator again in 1797, but then had to resign (3Jan1798) due to poor health. John Sloss Hobart had been NY Supreme Court justice for over 20 years and was appointed to Schuyler’s seat on 11Jan1798. But then he was nominated for the federal NY District Court by Pres. Adams. Did Jay think AH wanted to warm his father-in-law’s seat that badly? AH responded to Jay (24Apr1798):

I have received your two favours of the 19th instant. I feel as I ought the mark of confidence they announce. But I am obliged by my situation to decline the appointment. This situation you are too well acquainted with to render it necessary for me to enter into explanation. There may arrive a crisis when I may conceive myself bound once more to sacrifice the interest of my family to public call. But I must defer the change as long as possible.

I do not at present think of a person to recommend as adapted to the emergency. I shall reflect & consult and write you by the next post. This, the first day, is not decisive of our election here; but there is as yet nothing to discourage. With respect & attachment...

He’s already lawyering and anonymously publishing and meddling all over Adams’s administration and reading every newspaper mention of himself to respond to that too (and tending to his family, I guess)- when did Jay think AH would also have time to be a senator? The lucky fellow appointed Senator until the next legislative session instead was - William North. (James Watson was elected to the position in August 1798.) 

And of course, in July George Washington would appoint Hamilton Inspector General with the rank of first Major General, jumping both Pinckney and Knox in rank. Yeah, Hamilton’s reputation and prospects were really suffering. And the biggest problem remained unaddressed - that Hamilton needed to make more money. 

I believe it’s first attributed to Jefferson, but some of the Federalists also took to calling Hamilton “Colossus.” If he lived now, he could have made shirts with his picture and the logo “Too Big to Fail.”

#Alexander Hamilton #John Jay #George Washington #Philip Schuyler #William North #Quasi War #Hamilton lives - the War of 1812 never happens #Hamilton becomes the 1st Governor General of the British United States of America

[walkerwords]

“Just Like Old Times” Rick Grimes x F!Reader

GIF CREDIT: https://gifer.com/en/AjzT and AMC

Request from Anonymous: “ Here's an idea for Rick x Reader! Rick didn't expect to meet his high-school ultimate crush ever again, he didn't expect to see her in Alexandria after so many years, he didn't knew he'd even recognize her, but he did. She changed a lot but the shine in her eyes when she looked at him with a cheeky smile, spreading her arms, saying "Welcome to Alexandria" – it was definitely her. They do say first love dies last.”

Word Count: 3981

Warning: Swearing?

Song I Wrote To: “Back To You” by Selena Gomes

Note: I really liked writing this one. I am a sucker for the crew showing up at Alexandria and meeting someone they once knew. Thank you for the request!

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When the group arrived in Alexandria, led by Aaron and Eric, Rick was on edge immediately. 

He didn’t trust anyone and he knew that the new people were going to be wary of any outsiders who stepped through their walls. Then, of course, Daryl had to shoot an animal and carry it around like a prize, and that only cemented the odd glances the group got as they walked through the gate.

Aaron was sure that Deanna, the leader, was going to welcome Rick and his people with open arms. Alexandria was very particular about who they invited into their walls and she trusted Aaron’s judgment more than anyone else’s.

Walking through the streets of the seemingly untouched community, everything felt wrong. After being on the road for so long, the group was tired, hungry, and had at least four layers of dirt on their skin. Judith squirmed in Rick’s arms as he adjusted her, trying to keep her shielded from the strangers that Aaron led them towards. 

Aaron explained where they were going and a few things about the community itself. They were self-sustaining with the solar panels and even had running water. Rick couldn’t help but be impressed at how modern it seemed, but then again, Woodbury had seemed like a dream too.

Looking over at Daryl, Rick figured the archer was thinking something similar. While Grimes wasn’t ready to write off Alexandria completely, he wasn’t going to let his guard down until he was sure. They had lost too much already to lose something like this with its walls, water, and over all protection. Especially for Judith, Noah, and Carl.

It was then announced that Deanna wanted to speak with them individually in order to establish a connection and assign jobs. Rick had been hesitant at first, but after speaking to both Maggie and Michonne, he relented and followed Aaron into the house, handing off his daughter to his son. 

As soon as the door to Deanna’s house closed, the gate slid open. 

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You felt exhilarated. 

You usually did after a fight like the one you just had. There were some people that were built for the new world and you just fit in it perfectly. Blood was soaked into your clothes, but you couldn’t care less. You were alive and the Dead, were in pieces. All in a day’s work. 

When you had told Aidan that you were going out that morning he had tried to stop you, as usual, but you had simply smiled at him and skipped from the safety of the Safe Zone. You loved Alexandria, it was home, but there were times when you just needed to get out and do something and so, you did. 

Your good mood was soon challenged by the look on Aidan Monroe’s face as you walked towards him. Nicholas shut the gate behind you, muttering under his breath about how reckless you were, but you ignored him

 “What’s that face for?” you asked, catching up to Aidan who picked off a piece of bone from your shoulder with a grimace. 

“Aaron found new people,” Aidan said. 

“Why so glum? He always brings in stragglers,” you said, knocking your boot against the curb of the street trying to dislodge any extra gore before tracking it in further. 

“It’s not just a few people, (Y/N),” Aidan said. “It’s fourteen, plus a baby.” You froze in your steps and looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Fourteen?” 

“Yeah, and the leader seems like a real piece of work,” Aidan said. “Honestly, he kind of scares me.” 

“Damn,” you said, trying to imagine what Aaron was thinking when approaching a group that size. You were even more curious as to how he managed to get them to say yes. 

“I have to go help my dad with something, but be on your guard,” Aidan warned and you punched his chest lightly. 

“Don’t worry about me, Monroe. I am very well versed in strangers,” you said with a wink as you pushed on ahead, desperate for a shower. As you headed towards your house, you could see your many neighbors all looking towards Deanna’s place and you just knew they were trying to get the dirt on the new people. 

Curiosity got the best of you and instead of going straight home, you turned down the other street and began walking towards a group of scruffy travelers.

You spotted the baby immediately. The little thing was in the arms of a young boy, its small body wrapped in a soft but dirty blanket as the teenager rocked back and forth trying to soothe the poor thing. You couldn’t even imagine what would it be like to have a child in the new world, let alone one so small. 

As you neared them, you finally got a better look at the hat that was sitting on the kid’s head. It was oddly familiar.

“You know,” you said, approaching him, “the deputies where I used to live used these same kind of hats.” The teenager looked at you and if he was surprised at your appearance it didn’t show on his face. You did, however, gain the attention of others in his group. You noticed on in particular, a burly man with a crossbow and a possum hanging from his fingers was watching you with close eyes. You ignored him. 

“It’s a King County Sheriff hat,” the boy said, pushing the brim up slightly. 

“No shit,” you said, your brows rising into your bloodied hairline. “That’s my neck of the woods. You’re from King?” he nodded. “Huh, yeah I used to live there. I guess the world is gettin’ smaller after all.” The kid gave you a small smile, but before he could say anything else, the door to your leader’s house opened and a man walked out, his cowboy boots scuffing across the chipped, stone steps. He was tall and just by looking at him you knew that Aidan was right. This man was scary. 

However, there was something incredibly familiar about him. 

After checking on the boy in the hat, his eyes then flickered to you and he froze. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, starting at your bloodied face and going to your gore-laden boots and back up. You were about to ask what the hell his problem was when he opened his mouth and said, “(Y/N)?”

The world around your froze as the Georgia accent reached your ears. You knew that voice or at least some part of you remembered, considering how your heart jumped as soon as he spoke.

Taking a step forward, you narrowed your eyes, trying to see something that was missing. It took you a moment, but then you were able to finally see it. Behind all the dirt, the dried blood, and the very horrendous beard, there was a man you never thought you would see again. Your high school sweetheart, the one who got away, Rick Grimes. 

���Oh my god…” you whispered, taking another step. “Rick?” Grimes was hesitant at first, but then he was walking towards you, his people parting like the sea for their leader. He reached a hand out to you as if to brush away the blood, but then he took you by the arms and pulled you into his chest. 

Your arms went up and tightened around him, holding on for dear life. “I thought you hated growing a beard,” you said into his chest and you could feel the chuckle that vibrated through him at your joke. 

“Very funny,” he said, pressing his face into your hair. When you pulled back, you tried to wipe off the blood that you had transferred to his filthy clothes, but he didn’t seem to mind. Looking up into those cool blue eyes felt like for once, everything was going to be okay. 

“You’re alive?” you asked, reaching out to touch him again, afraid he was a mirage or that you were actually dead and not as victorious as you first thought. 

“I’m alive,” he confirmed. Blinking back the tears that settled in your eyes you laughed, trying to make sense of everything that was going on. 

“Well, uh, then let me be the one to say, welcome to Alexandria.”

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Later that night, everyone wanted answers. 

As the group settled into one of the houses that Deanna had provided, everyone looked at Rick expectantly. “I guess you have questions,” a freshly shaven Rick said as he leaned against the back of the couch. 

“You know her,” Carl said.

“I did,” Rick said. “(Y/N) and I knew each other when we were around your age, Carl. We dated in high school. She was the last person I was with before Lori. I honestly never thought I would see her again.” 

“What are the odds that she would be here of all places?” Tara asked as she leaned into Glenn’s side, trying to keep her eyes open. Nobody was willing to blindly sleep yet. Rick and Daryl were already making a plan to take the first watch shifts as well.

“Do you trust her?” Michonne asked Rick. He was quiet for a moment before sighing. 

“I did once,” he admitted, “but I don’t know what she’s been doin’ this whole time?”

“She was covered in blood when she hugged you,” Noah said awkwardly. 

“Deanna’s son said she was on a run,” Maggie explained. 

“We could ask Aaron about her,” offered Carl. 

“Maybe it would be best to hear it from her instead of others,” Rosita put in. “I think we all would feel a bit better knowing more about these people and if Rick has a history with one…”

“She’s got a point, man,” added Abraham.

Rick nodded, but when he went to say something else, there was a knock at the door. Still not used to the concept of knocking or even proper walls, Rick slowly approached the door and opened it hesitantly. When he saw that it was Deanna, he opened it fully.

“Rick, I--” Deanna began and then froze as she looked up at the former officer. “Wow.” Rick groaned as Deanna stared at his now beardless face. “I didn't know what was under there,” she joked and Rick rolled his eyes, already getting enough comments from his people. “Listen, I don't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were all settling,” she said and then looked around the room. “Oh, my. Staying together. Smart.”

“No one said we couldn't,” Rick rebutted. Deanna smiled at him.

“You said you're a family,” Deanna recalled, “That's what you said. Absolutely amazing to me how people with completely different backgrounds and nothing in common can become that. Don't you think?” Michonne glanced at Rick with a knowing look that clearly said, “play nice”.

“Everybody said you gave them jobs,” said Rick.

“Part of this place,” Deanna said with a nod, “looks like the communists won after all.”

“You didn’t give me one,” Rick said. 

“I have,” she said. “I just haven't told you yet. Same with Michonne. I'm closing in on something for Sasha.” Deanna then looked at Daryl who was sitting protectively near Judith. “And I'm just trying to figure Mr. Dixon out, but I will.” Daryl turned his eyes toward the window, ignoring the woman. “Well, I will let you get some rest and then tomorrow, maybe you can take a turn about the place. I hear you may already have a friend here,” she said with a knowing look. 

Deanna nodded to the rest of the group and then turned to go. Just before Rick was about to close the door, he spotted you. You stood just outside the house, leaning casually against a light post, arms and ankles both crossed. Deanna smiled at you as she walked towards her house. 

“I’ll be right outside,” Rick told Carl who was nearest to him and then stepped onto the porch, shutting the door behind him. 

“There’s the Rick I remember,” you said as he approached you. 

“I don’t remember you being this bad with jokes,” Rick said. 

“Who said I was joking?” you said with a smile. Rick stopped in front of you, noting the lack of blood and gore this time. “How are your people doing?” you asked.

“They’re on alert,” Rick explained. 

“Makes sense,” you said. “I was the same way.” 

“What happened to you, (Y/N)?” 

“Well,” you said, taking a deep breath, “after the first few outbreaks happened, I tried to find my parents. Never did, but I managed to get out of the county and tried to get to Atlanta. If you didn’t know, Atlanta is not somewhere anyone wants to be right now.”

“I know, we saw it,” he said. 

“So, you know that I high tailed my ass out of there. I hooked up with a group shortly after and we traveled together for a while. Then, of course, as always, the world catches up with you. There were only about four fighters in the group, myself included. One night the building we were staying in collapsed. Its beams and walls were already weak so nobody was surprised when they started to crumble. The noise attracted the Dead and only two of us got out alive. I and a young woman named Natasha walked for days, but then she got sick and I had to…” you stopped, trying to shake the memory out of your mind. 

“Aaron found me a day or so later and took me here. That was about three months ago. I’m a bit of an outsider, but Aidan, Deanna’s son, he’s nice. He’s a bit of a moron when it comes to what happens outside of the walls, but nice nonetheless. I definitely prefer speaking to him than his asshole brother, Spencer. Alexandria is a good place with good people but they do not understand how to survive. Aaron is as close as it gets when it comes to a good survivor here.” 

“Then why stay?” Rick asked. “If you feel as if you are such an outsider?”

“Walls,” you said simply. “I was so tired of sleeping with one eye open. However, I’ve never forgotten what’s out there and neither should you.” 

“I don’t plan to,” Rick promised. You smiled at that, seeing the resolve he had built up over the years.

“So, that’s your boy? The one in the hat? Lori’s boy?” 

“Yeah,” Rick said, glancing back towards the house. “The little one is mine too, Lori’s as well.” 

“And Lori?” you asked, noticing she wasn’t with the group. You had known Lori in school and had gotten along with her well enough. It didn’t surprise you all that much when Rick ended up with her after your break up. She was the stereotypical good girl and you knew she had always liked Rick.

“She died giving birth to Judith,” Rick explained. “It’s just me and them now.” 

“I’m sorry, Rick,” you said and you meant it. “If you ever need me to tell Carl any embarrassing stories about his mom, I am volunteering right now.” Rick laughed at that. 

“I will keep that in mind. Thank you,” he said and you smiled back. “What about you? Did you ever marry?”

“I did,” you said. “He was a doctor, a damn good one too. He was attacked in his ER when this whole thing exploded. Damn thing tore his throat out.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rick swore, running a hand down his face. “I’m so sorry. Did you have kids or?”

“No, no, not yet,” you said. “We thought maybe one day, but Will and I decided to wait. I guess we both have shit to deal with, huh?”

“Seems that way,” Rick agreed. 

“I should let you get some sleep,” you said, pushing off the post. 

“Yeah, I should go check on Judith before Daryl puts her in a bubble wrap suit to keep her safe,” Rick joked. 

“Sounds to me like you got a damn good bunch, Grimes. I’m glad you found a family in this.” Rick looked at you with sad eyes and you waved him off. “Don’t do that cowboy, I am okay with bein’ alone. Always liked solitude.”

“I remember,” Rick whispered. You sent him a wink as you turned to go. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I ain’t going anywhere,” you called back over your shoulder as you skipped towards home. Rick watched you go and couldn’t help but think just how small the universe was getting after all.

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The next day, while the others went exploring, Rick was visited by his new neighbor. 

When the knock came at his door, he was hoping it would be you, but instead, there was a friendly blonde woman. Jessie introduced herself and offered to cut Rick’s hair in which he gratefully accepted. There was a small part of him that was hoping you would start to see him as someone you once loved, however, he also knew that you both were very different people now. 

Jessie spoke candidly as she trimmed and snipped hair in Rick’s kitchen. He learned a lot about the community and was surprised to hear that Deanna had built such a functioning society in the new world. 

Rick also wasn’t blind to how flirtatious the woman was. She was beautiful, he could see that much, but she was also married and she wasn’t you.

When Deanna invited everyone to her house for a party, Daryl and Sasha had walked from the room immediately. 

However, after the promise of food and actual alcohol, everyone agreed to try, even with their reservations. As soon as Rick and the others entered the house, it was as if they were stepping back in time. Glenn and Abraham immediately went for the beer while Deanna pulled Rick to the side to introduce him to Reg, her husband.

After exchanging a conversation about fourteen lives and walls, Rick excused himself. He walked through the room, Judith balanced on his hip as he made the rounds. Jessie was there with her husband who didn’t exactly look friendly. Rick made sure to make a note about him.

Just as Jessie was about to make her way over, a hand slid across Rick’s shoulder. “Figured you may want this,” you said, offering him a glass of scotch. 

“Are you having one?” he asked and with a snort, you picked up your own glass from the side table. 

“Already on it,” you said, raising your glass to clink against his. He took a small pull of it as you downed half in one go. 

“Still not a lightweight, I see,” Rick noted. 

“I feel like I’m immune to it these days,” you said with a sigh. “You okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Rick drawled. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Oh, don’t you pull that accent with me,” you warned as he thickened his Southern accent. 

“You always liked it,” Rick recalled. 

“I liked it too much,” you said, sitting into your hip. “Besides, I was hoping that cute, grungy one would be around. Where is Daryl this fine evening?” 

“Ha. Ha,” Rick said with a roll of his eyes. You beamed up at him and then Judith hiccupped in his arms, pulling all of your attention. “You like that?” Rick asked his daughter, shifting her so you could see her more clearly. “Judith, this is (Y/N). She is someone your momma knew and someone I care a lot about.” Your brows quirked at that last line, but you kept your eyes on the child. 

“You are just the sweetest thing,” you said capturing the hand she reached out with your index finger. “Lucky kid to have a daddy like this,” you whispered, but then she started to fuss and you backed away. 

“It’s not you, trust me,” Rick said. “I know what she wants,” he said with a sigh as he raised a finger, asking you to wait before walking over to Maggie. Hearing Judith, Maggie immediately smiled and eagerly reached for the baby. As soon as Judith was settled in her arms, she was still again, happily content to be with her aunt. 

When Rick rejoined you, he shrugged. “Maggie was the first one to hold Judith after she was born and she is usually the only one who can do that.”

“Next time I’m on a run, I’ll pick you up some parenting books. I bet I can find ‘How To Raise a Little Girl in the Apocalypse’.”

“I will happily accept that,” he said. Glancing around the room, you nodded your head towards the back porch. He gestured for you to go first, grabbing his scotch on the way.  The two of you stood out in the cool air. You were grateful for the silence that the yard provided rather than the crowded house. 

“Saw you with Jessie earlier,” you began. “You gotta be careful of Pete. That man is no good.”

“I had a feeling,” Rick sighed. 

“Man hits her and I pray he doesn’t hit the boys, but I can’t be sure.”

“How is he still living here?” 

“He’s the only doctor we got and as much as I would love to throw his ass to a herd or kill him myself, it’s not my call. It’s Deanna’s. Just keep your eye on him, yeah?”

“I will,” he promised. 

“I’m so glad you’re here, Rick,” you said. 

“I almost wasn’t,” he said and at your confusion, he told you the story of how he was shot and ended up in a coma before everything had gone downhill. 

“I can’t even imagine that,” you said. “Waking up in this world. You must have thought you were in a nightmare.”

“I didn’t know what to think. I just knew that I had to find Lori and Carl. We talked about how bad Atlanta was, but without me going into that city on that day, Glenn never would have found me. He brought me home to my family.” 

“Damn, that is incredibly lucky,” you said, leaning against the railing of the porch.

“Not so much luck followed,” he said. “We’ve been through a lot since then.”

“And yet, you still made it to the infamous safe zone,” you said brightly. 

“Yeah, I did. I made it to you,” Rick said plainly and you gasped slightly, not expecting those words at all. 

“Rick,” you began but he shook his head, taking your hands in his. 

“I’ve never believed in fate,” he said. 

“I remember,” you whispered. 

“I can’t ignore this sign. I won’t. Not after everything that we have both been through. I mean, they do say that first love dies last,” he said, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. 

“They do say that, don’t they?” you responded. 

“You always did feel like comin’ home, (Y/N),” Rick admitted. 

“Does this mean you’re gonna stay?” you asked, eager for his answer. 

“Maybe, but with you, I have a lot of incentive now.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, pulling him closer to you. “Walls or not, I am not going to let you go after we just found each other again. Home is more than a place, you know?”

“Ain’t that the truth,” he drawled, causing you to blush. “Ah, just like old times.”

“Indeed, Cowboy, indeed,” you said as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was subtle and gentle, but you have never felt more alive. Rick kissed you back, his hand coming up to tighten on the back of your neck as he once did all those years ago. When he pulled back, he grinned at you. 

“Well, wasn’t that quite the welcome wagon,” he joked and with a roll of your eyes, you pulled him back in. Behind you, the party was completely forgotten.

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#rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x f reader #rick grimes x reader #twd imagines #aaron twd #twd imagine #the walking dead imagines #walker words #reader insert #The Walking Dead

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Suspicious Questions in the Cast Trivia Battle

Hey everyone! So, just before Christmas, someone sent me something about a TWD Cast Trivia video. I hadn’t heard anything about it, but quickly located it on YouTube and watched it. So, let me first give you some background for what this was.

Emily had participated it, so I was hoping her appearance could be another “weird” thing we could see as a TD-themed appearance. Strictly speaking, it didn’t entirely work out that way. But that doesn’t mean I was disappointed, either. It was just different than I expected.

Why couldn’t we call her appearance a TD thing? Because both Sonequa Martin-Green (deceased character) and Andrew Lincoln (alive, but not currently on the show) were there. So it’s not like Emily was the only deceased or “just gone” character who participated.

And before anyone rushes off to watch this (I’ll drop the URL at the bottom) let me say that I honestly didn’t love this. The reason they did it (and this is probably why it wasn’t widely publicized) was to support two local Georgia politicians who were trying to get elected to the senate the first week of January. Obviously, I don’t know anything about these guys or their politics. It wasn’t that that bothered me. But rather that every two minutes they did a political plug and it felt more like a political rally disguised as a zoom call (which I suppose it was supposed to be) than a TWD thing. That’s all.

So, Emily’s video appearance at the end was a plug for people to vote for the politicians they were supporting. And the actors proclaimed their love for Georgia and being able to work in Georgia and why this senate race is so important. Yada, yada. Like I said, I don’t judge them for it, but I found myself yawning because I don’t live in GA and obviously don’t have a stake in their local politics.

However. There is a silver lining.

The trivia questions. My jaw dropped open at some of the questions they asked. Most if not all of them had ties to TD in some way. And some of them were so obscure, ONLY a TDer would recognize them.

So, the first questions were just goofy things where they asked everyone to imitate iconic things. The first was to imitate Rick saying Carl’s name. The second was to imitate Shane saying, “Let me tell you something.” And the third was just to imitate Daryl grunting. Lol. All good fun.

Then they got to more trivia-like questions and this is where it got really good.

First question: who dropped the key to Merle’s handcuffs down the drainpipe? Answer of course was T-Dog. Honestly, I didn’t right away read into this as being TD. If anything, I just thought it was interesting that it concerned T-Dog, given all the weirdo stuff that’s happened lately about he and Emily being in the bonus episodes.

But given all the other questions they asked, I’m definitely side-eyeing it. We could see it as the beginning of a sequence where a character (Merle) disappeared and then reappeared several seasons later, alive and well. Of course there’s the key angle (Key Theory). And then the Emily/IronE thing.

Second question: What number did Shane wear on his necklace. (!!!) I can’t believe they actually asked that. Has everyone read @frangipanilove​’s Shane/22 theory. If you haven’t, do so HERE. But the point is, if you were ever skeptical about that theory, this just proved that it’s something they want us to pay attention to.  

Third question: I don’t remember how they asked it, but something about a grain Georgia exports. The answer was sorghum. Not a huge TD symbol, but given that grain can be turned into alcohol, and we saw it heavily in S6 around Denise….

Fourth question: What are Rick’s favorite statues at the airport doing? (This is a reference to the ones he discussed with Clara in 4x01.) The answer: playing leap-frog. (Frog = resurrection symbol.)

Fifth question: In what Atlanta hospital did Beth become a prisoner. Danai got it right.

Sixth question: Where, on his body, did the Termites start eating Bob? Again, not super TD, but of course Bob was a Beth proxy (X) and the fact that they focused on his missing leg is important, I think. (X)

Seventh question: What animal did Enid eat before she got to Alexandria. Answer: A turtle. (Turtle Symbolism.)

See how much TD stuff they included?

They asked what song Negan made Carl sing (You Are My Sunshine). Heaven knows TD had a heyday with that.

And there were a few that were kind of meh. What was the name of the woman at Alexandria who wanted a pasta machine (Ms. Nedermyer). And what did Deanna Monroe do before the apocalypse (congresswoman).

And there were other goofy ones about who would die first in other series (like Seinfield, the Simpsons, etc.)

Others I wrote down:

What trio saved Glenn and Tara in S4? (Abraham, Eugene, Rosita).

Whose house did Morgan stay in in ep 1? (I didn’t write down the answer, but no one knew it.)

Who was Eugene’s fake boss that he talked about? (T. Brooks Elison). I’m not going to go into this one too much here, but we (especially @wdway​) have been finding a RIDICULOUS amount of symbolism around Eugene, especially in past seasons. We didn’t always catch it before, but knowing what we know now, to go back and see the symbolism in those early episodes is jaw-dropping.

What tissue sample did Jenner accidentally destroy? (TS-19).

What fake name did the Gov give Tara and her sister originally. (Brian Heriot – side-eying that one, too. X.)

Then they did one where YNB would say a title and the actors had to say whether it was a real title or not. We can definitely read into some of these titles, but not all. The ones she named that were real were This Sorrowful Life, Dead or Alive Or, First Time Again, Twice as Far, A Certain Doom. The fake titles she gave were Beginnings End, You are Welcome, Gun Shy, Walker in the Well, A memory of Mercy, and The Grimiest Day Indeed. Lol.

In terms of the real ones, This Sorrowful Life was the ep where Merle died. Not only is he a character that disappeared and then returned to Daryl’s life, but Daryl and Beth discussed him in Still. Dead or Alive Or suggests resurrection. First Time Again and Twice as Far suggest a return or redo. And A Certain Doom was the CB issue where Andrea died.

Even the fake ones sort of imply something. Beginnings End sounds like Alpha and Omega. GUN shy. Walker in the Well is obviously supposed to be about the well walker in S2, but it also evokes water. Mercy was a title in S8, but I think a memory of mercy could apply to Beth. You get the idea.

So that’s pretty much all I have to say about it. I didn’t love all the political stuff, but the questions definitely felt purposefully TD to me. Thoughts? (Watch the video below.)

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

[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 36

I was upstairs with Judith when I heard it. A gunshot rang out and I glanced down at my little sister to see if it would wake her. She didn’t even twitch. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

How could a shot ring out? Negan had taken all of Alexandria’s weapons. There weren’t any left. Which meant that one of his people, the Saviors who I tried to ignore being around him constantly, unless we were in his apartment had shot off a round. But why? I said my own version of a prayer. Please, don’t let Dad have done something stupid. Please, let him and the others not have made things worse. Please, don’t let my deal with Negan be made in vain.

I didn’t leave Judith’s room. Not until I heard another shot ring out. And again, my baby sister didn’t even make a tiny move in her sleep. That’s two shots. That’s two times that death may have visited my dad’s people. And that’s two times too many for me to ignore.

I walked slowly downstairs. I didn’t want to face whatever was outside. I didn’t want to walk outside and see the people that trusted my dad to keep them safe have suffered more loss because they couldn’t just go along with the damn program. Was it Dad’s goal to make me regret what I’d done by showing me how little they cared that I’d done it?

When my feet hit the porch, I see Olivia’s body. Carl’s kneeling over it, and he glances up at me. What the hell happened? Moving past my little brother, and the dead body of my replacement, I see Negan and Dad facing off in the street. Rosita is prone on the ground. Spencer Monroe is laying in a puddle of blood and guts. And Negan is wearing blood like a badge on his chin and shirt.

How long had I been wrapped up in watching Judith sleep?

I hear Dad telling Negan that “your shit is waiting at the gate” and for him to leave. He doesn’t know I’m with him, I think, but I’m not sure it would matter to Dad if I was. Anger is rolling off him in waves, and Daryl is standing tense at his side. Aaron, looking as though he’d lost a fight with the heavyweight champion is leaning on Eric’s side. I’m trying to make sense of the scene, part of me BEGGING for the return of my self imposed blankness. Anything so I don’t have to see THIS.

Negan’s saying that we’ll happily leave, once he finds out who made the bullet. What? Someone made ammo? I glance around the group and I know who it had to have been when my eyes land on his mullet. Damn it, Eugene. It takes Negan threatening to kill another person, using the fierce woman named Arat as his weapon, for Eugene to admit it. Right after Tara tries to take credit.

These people. These fucking people could give a shit about what I’d tried to do when I traded places with Glenn. Every single one of them would keep fucking trying. Trying to get one step ahead of Negan. Get the big win in a war that should have ended with the death of Abraham and me taking Glenn’s place. And they had the fucking audacity to look at me like I’d fucking chose the enemy.

I walked off the porch and Negan caught my movement from the corner of his eye as he’s discussing something with Eugene. “Come on, Jessi,” he beckoned. “Rick, I’m going to be relieving you of your bullet maker and whatever you left for me at the front gate.” He tells Dad that no matter how much they find, how much they put together it won’t be enough. Dad and Alexandria’s debt has grown to be so fucking big after what’s happened today.

And then, as fast as it seemed to happen, we were leaving. I didn’t notice if Dad or Daryl or any of the rest of them were looking at me. I didn’t care. These people, my own family, were making every fucking thing worse. And I’d bargained my life to save Glenn. I’d bargained my chance to keep Judith safe and innocent on the CHANCE that Dad would get it. That he’d understand. That Daryl was wrong. It wasn’t about who had it all. It was about surviving and living without a fucking blade hanging overhead, waiting for one wrong move to drop.

I realized, as I sat in the passenger side of the cargo truck, Eugene between Negan and I, that this was the first time I’d left Alexandria without saying goodbye to THEM. Because my first trip with Negan, I’d made eye contact and acknowledged Dad and Carl. But this time? I didn’t look back once.

We return to the Sanctuary without fanfare. Aside from the surreal kneeling and having Dr. Mullet, PhD, along this time. A blonde female Savior named Laura takes charge of Eugene’s tour, and I’m left with Negan. Before we can go inside, he’s told that Fat Joey is dead. That Dwight and Sherry are gone. I wonder if he took Daryl’s. I wonder what would make them leave. And I get it. They were together. And now they were wanted.

A man with an impressive mustache, if facial hair can be considered impressive, named Simon is given the task of leading the hunt for the duo. And as we’re standing outside, Eugene is brought out, clutching a jar of pickles for some fucking reason. I listen as Negan asks him questions about his brilliance, about his abilities, and Eugene does what Eugene always does. He lies about his credentials. He talks about all those fucking faux PhDs and I wonder if he’s forgotten I’m standing beside Negan? Perhaps I’ve become so adept at being his shadow that I’ve literally disappeared. Another twist I didn’t see coming.

Negan shows Dr. Smarty Pants, his nickname for Eugene not mine, the walker security and asks how they could postpone decomposition. It’s a test. And Eugene passes by telling him that if they pour metal over their heads or some other nonsensical bullshit that I don’t really care to listen to. Negan’s so fucking impressed, I hear him gift Dr. Mullet the company of some of his harem. Well, isn’t that just amazing. They’re his sister-wives and they’re his fucking brothel workers.

I’m with Negan, in his apartment when the first salvo of trouble turns up. A letter found in the desk of the resident doctor. Seemingly showing that the poor man helped the couple escape. I closed my eyes, had it only been the day before that I stood beside Carl and witnessed Dwight help Negan punish another man? And now, not forty-eight hours later, I get to witness another fucking punishment.

Eugene is summoned for the spectacle and looks as twitchy as he ever has.

This time it’s worse than before. So much worse. I can’t look away as Negan explains the doctor’s crimes. I can’t turn my head when he taps him on the shoulder with Lucille. I can’t look away when, instead of the iron, he throws the doctor face first into the fire.

The buzzing in my ears is there. The smell of burning flesh once again heavy in the air. When Negan’s eyes find me, I’m not sure what he sees, but the mocking smile is gone. He nods to someone, and then there are arms around me. And I’m taken back to his apartment alone.

When Negan finds me, I’m curled up on his bed. The blankets wrapped tight around me, my jeans on the floor beside my boots. I can hear him open the door. I hear him take off his jacket. I hear him go to the bathroom. I feel the dip of his weight on the side of the bed I’m curled on. His fingers brush my hair out of my face, and he sees my eyes wide open.

“I thought you might be resting again.” His voice is quiet, like when talking to a frightened animal. His fingers are tracing my cheek and he sighs. “Shit, Jessi, this has been a fucking roller-coaster of a couple of days, hasn’t it?”

I don’t answer. I just look up at him, waiting for him to get to the damn point.

He shakes his head. “Am I being unreasonable with your people?” The question shocks me. Why would he ask my opinion? “I don’t think I am. I think I’m being a fucking benevolent guy.” His fingers have stilled on my chin. “When you-” He bites his bottom lip. “You gave up your life for one of them.” He was studying me again. “You were willing to die for them.” He huffs out a sigh. “What a way to repay it.”

I swallow down the hurt I feel at his reminder. He was right, about some of it. Hadn’t I thought the exact same thing? “I have no idea what your agreement with Dad entails. I don’t know about the supply expectations or whatever you two decided on.” I let myself get comfortable on the pillow. “And I don’t care. A deal is a deal, and if it’s agreed on, regardless of the pressure involved, then it should be adhered to.” I sounded like a fucking lawyer. “I made my deal with you. And I’ll fulfill it.”

It was all I could offer. I didn’t want to think about Dad and Daryl’s next moves. Because as sure as the sun rises each morning, they had one.

#negan x ofc #daryl dixon x ofc #rick grimes daughter #The Walking Dead #darkness #mental illness #alternate universe

[megahologram]

Hunting | Daryl Dixon

A/N: this was 8 pages long yet when you read it, still feels so short.

Warning(s): cursing, strong language, takes place in beginning of season 6 (that's it I think)

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Walking outside with Judith in her hands, she sat down on the stairs of the porch. Cradling Judith as she looked around her. It was another normal day in Alexandria. Well, as normal as it can get. The sun was shinning as its rays could be seen hitting miles through the world. y/n had been here long enough but would never understand that feeling, that weird feeling in the pit of her stomach of living such a normal life. No fear of the walking dead that lived outside the walls, nor of corrupt humans that care only about themselves. y/n signed loudly, shaking Judith back and forth in her arms, causing the little angel to let out sweet giggles throughout the empty streets. It had to be around lunch time, everyone would either be at their daily jobs or at home. y/n had the job of babysitting the little girl today, as Rick had gone out with Daryl on a run while Michonne and Carl were out doing their own things. 

y/n heard the gates of Alexandria opening. Her head quickly fell upon them as she heard an engine and a car being pulled up. She quickly ran (speed walk) carefully as Judith was in her hands, to the gates. Her eyes fell upon the car that Rick and Daryl had left in. Letting out a small smile, she walked towards the driver’s side. Rick drew down the window and saw y/n’s smile quickly disappear as she saw the car empty. Her eyes widening with fear, she looked inside the car again and then to the opened gates of Alexandria that showed the streets, empty. “w-where’s-” her words cut out when she heard Rick chuckling. Cutting the engine, he got out and made his way towards the trunk of the car, getting out his things as he replied “Daryl’s fine y/n, found a truck load of supplies. Thought it’d be better if he goes a little slow. He’ll be back in a while”

y/n signed, leaning against the now closed trunk as she looked at the gates of Alexandria. Mentally deciding she’d wait for him until he got back. Rick stood beside her, looking at the girl as he took Judith out of her arms, “when are you gonna tell him?”

“tell who what?” y/n answers acting dumb as she didn’t know what Rick was talking about.

“I’ve known you since Hershel’s farm, you sure as hell know what I’m talking about”

They both chuckle, y/n about to answers Rick’s words when they hear the gates opening once again. Turing their heads towards the noise, y/n sees a big white truck pull inside. Daryl stepping down, he wiped the sweat off this forehead. His muscles on full display from the flannel he was wearing that had no sleeves. He reached inside the drives seat to grab his crossbow, pulling it across his shoulders, started making his way elsewhere. y/n couldn’t help but stare at him, that man was a whole treat.

“hey Daryl” Rick called out to the man waving his hand to signal him towards them. Daryl turned his head towards the two, turning around and making him way there. As he got there, his eyes fell to y/n for a few seconds before returning to Rick’s, waiting for the man to speak up. “what took you so long” Rick finally asked.

“bunch of walkers came out a no where, had to take care of them first, too close to the gates after all.”

Rick nodded, “well, there’s a campfire tonight at Spencer’s. And you’re coming”

Daryl let out a sarcastic chuckle, “not ma thing” quickly replying

“that’s why I’m telling you, not asking. You’re coming and that’s that” Rick replied with amusement in his voice, you could practically hear the smirk grow on his face. This caused y/n to let out a laugh, quickly hiding it with a cough as Daryl’s eyes fell on hers with a harsh stare.

Daryl rolled his eyes at Rick, “should get your throat checked” replied to y/n before walking off.

“those are the first words he said to me in a long time, not a freaking chance he has any feelings for me what so ever” y/n said to Rick, as they watch the man walk away.

“I don’t think anyone knows what Daryl’s feeling, not even Daryl himself. And h-”

“Rick I really don’t need love advice coming from you okay” y/n replied angerly.

“alright alright” Rick said, chuckling as he held his hands up in defeat. “well I’ll see you tonight, thanks for taking care of Judith.”

“no problem”

---

Daryl had caught a deer the day before. And it had been a while since all of Alexandria had come together, so Carol and the others thought it’d be nice to have a campfire and dinner together. Everyone was always busy doing their own things, it was good to come together once in a while even if the world has ended. y/n had been with Carol all day, helping her with dinner along with a few others. It was probably the busiest she’d seen the Grimes house, since they first got here when the entire group used to stay together in the living room.

The thought brought her back to when she first met the group. She was best friends with Beth, they’d known each other since elementary school and when her family moved to the city, they barely saw each other. They would write every week and call a few times too. They might have been miles apart but their friendship had never died. When the whole apocalypse thing happened, y/n had been with her family. Running away just like everyone else in the world. Her parents died saving her and she was on her own after that. She came across Hershel’s farm unwillingly and unknowingly, probably the days of starvation had gotten to her, she didn’t realize the recognizable surroundings around her. It was when Otis found her one day during his hunt, she met Beth again. Her first meeting with Rick was when she saw him running towards the farm with Carl in hands. The relationship with the group grew since then. y/n had been with the group since, every rise, every fall, they been through it all together.

y/n’s thoughts were shaken when she heard her name being called “y/n did you hear me” Carol asked, looking at the girl with slight amusement.

“um no sorry, what did you say” y/n asked, shaking her head from her thought before paying attention at the lady in front of her.

“I said I’ve got it from here. You should go home and get changed”

“it ain’t no family dinner, I don’t need to ch-“

Carol rolled her eyes at the girl, interrupting her words when adding “if you want Daryl to notice you, I suggest you take a nice shower and tidy yourself up a bit”

y/n threw the rag she had in her hands right on the lady’s face, to which Carol just laughed, “I doubt the man who never cleans up after himself will want a lady who does. Anyways stop bringing him up in every conversation” y/n shouted as she made her way out the door to her shared house with Abraham and Rosita. She had taken a liking to the man with the crossbow since she first laid eyes on him. Though the feelings only became visible to her when she hit the age above 18. She was in her 20’s now and that seemed to be the only reason she didn’t ever act upon her feelings. Daryl was much older than her, not that it mattered anymore. The entire group seemed to know about her feelings except for the man himself. Daryl was always reserved, never spoken much to anyone except Carol. Especially not to her, in fact she doesn’t remember having one decent conversation with him. Only a few words exchanged here and there, during runs or changing of shifts on the watch tower.

Walking in the house, she made her way upstairs, not planning to take a shower but one she took a whiff out of her shirt, she realized just how much the smell from the kitchen stays within you. Once she took a nice shower, she changed into a new pair of shorts and a tank top. Looking outside to see it was pretty dark, she made her way to Spencer’s house.

A few steps away, she could see the gathering of Alexandria, people talking among themselves, some sitting around the fire they created. y/n frantically looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, her eyes landed to Carl, Rick and Michonne. Smiling slightly, she walked over to them, “hey”

“hey y/n” they all said back.

y/n looked around, looking for a specific man in particular. “Daryl’s not here yet” Rick said with a smirk on his face.

y/n’s eyes landed on the man, shaking her head in disagreement, “I wasn’t looking for him”

“l-liar” she heard Carl say with a fake couch coming through.

“you people are impossible” she says rolling her eyes and walking away to find Carol. Trying to find the lady, her eyes fell on the man himself, leaning against the closed garage door with a arrow in hands, studying it. Contemplating whether to go over or not, she felt a hand on her shoulder, “just go and talk to him, just like I told you” Rick says in her ear, walking away from her after.

y/ breathes in, walking over to the man. Never felt this nervous near a walker as she’s feeling to just go talk to someone. As she approached closer, a few steps in front of him, she heard someone calling her name. “hey y/n, remember when you said you’d..give me a blowjob” Spencer says, whispering the last part.

y/n’s eyes widened, looking around as she saw Daryl looking at them, this eyes falling the second he saw the girl looking at him. y/n slapped Spencer on the shoulder, hard but jokingly, “get out of here, Spencer” y/n said laughing slightly as the guy walked away laughing.

y/n made her way beside Daryl, leaning against the garage door beside him, thinking her next words carefully, but stayed with a simple “hi”

Daryl grunted slightly, after a few seconds replied with “so you with that Monroe kid now”

y/n chuckled, almost thought he sounded jealous of a second, “no, he’s just joking around, not my type” she whispered looking down at her shoes before adding, “got my eyes on someone else”

Daryl chuckled, “is it Carl, seen him look at you a few times”

“no it’s not Carl”

“how about Ric-“

“Daryl, it’s not either of them” y/n replied with amusement, her eyes falling on Daryl as she stared at him. Daryl looked back at him, shifting after a few seconds, getting off against the garage door to leave.

“wait” y/n said, holding Daryl’s hand stopping him from moving any further. “um I-w-ell Rick said I can join you in your run tomorrow”

Daryl looked at the girl with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t need anyone”

“I know, it’s just, I was wondering if you could give me some pointers on how to hunt”

Daryl’s gaze fell on the hand that was holding his, the girl noticed and let go of his hand quickly. Daryl walked off causing y/n to look down sadly, “tomorrow at 8 am, sharp” she heard the man say, causing her head to whip up with a small smile she was unable to control. As she saw Daryl was no where in sight, she screamed happily, jumping up and down, stopping instantly as she saw people looking at her weirdly.

“never seen you that happy before”

“welp, your plan worked” y/n said smiling at Rick

“well don’t scare him off, you know Daryl always goes out alone”

“yeah, I know”

--

y/n got up early the next morning, getting ready by wearing her favourite jeans, which she had to admit made her ass look amazing, a tank top and her holster full of weapons. Making her way down, she saw Rosita already awake, smiling at the girl, “your up early” she asked passing a cup of coffee her way.

“thanks” y/n replied “going on a run with Daryl”

Rosita smirked at the girl, “have fun then and be CAREFUL” she screamed as the girl finished the coffee and walked out the door.

y/n walked to the gates of Alexandria to see Daryl was already waiting for her. “ready” he asks which the girl nodded. Daryl sat on his bike, waiting for the girl as y/n sat behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and going off.

The ride was quite but surprisingly comfortable, “where are we going” y/n asks, raising her voice slightly.

“what” Daryl says raising his voice, turning his head slightly to the side to hear better. y/n leaned closer to him, before speaking again “I said where are we going”

“I know a place where a lot of animals wander around, ain’t a lot of walkers near by too. Good place to hunt.”

They both walked through the woods quietly. No words exchanged, just the sound of the forest around them, a few birds, the branches and leaves breaking beneath their feet. Daryl suddenly stopped, bringing his finger between his lips showing to be quiet. y/n nodded, following behind Daryl quietly as she saw what he was following, a deer could be seen from a distance. Walking around peacefully, unaware of the world it lives in. Daryl got out his crossbow, ready to shot his arrow when the breaking of a loud branch came from behind them.

The deer was long gone and as they both turned to see what caused the noise, something launched itself at y/n, causing her to fall hard onto the ground. It was a walker, thankfully not some humans. Before y/n even got a chance to struggle, the walker fell right on her dead. An arrow could be seen through its skull, it was pushed off her and a hand held in front of her, helping her up. She looked at Daryl to see his annoyed expression, grunting before saying “this is why I work alone” walking off.

“well thanks I guess” y/n whispers quietly, following him.

“thanks to you, I lost our dinner. That could’ve lasted a few days at least”

y/n’s brows furrowed, annoyed at the man now, “it’s not my fault, I didn’t hear it coming”

Daryl turned around aggressively, “really, I find it really hard to believe that you didn’t hear a walker coming from right behind you”

“you should be thankful I was with you, if you were alone, it could’ve gotten at you way before you could have realized”

“uh no, if I was alone, I would’ve heard it and killed it way before that deer got away alright. This is the exact reason why I work alone, so people like you don’t ruin everything” Daryl shouted at her, running his hands through his hair aggressively. His words did hurt, she couldn’t deny it but more than that, they made her angry. y/n couldn’t believe he was blaming everything on her.

“fine, since I ruin everything, I should just leave you alone then” y/n shouted, turning around and walked off.

“where are you going?”

“away from you” y/n shouted back at him.

Daryl closed his fists tightly, angrily looking at the girl walking off and into the empty forest behind him. ‘damnit’ he muttered to himself, stomping him foot on the ground angrily before making his way behind the girl.

“just stop being a drama queen” he shouted following behind her, trying to get her to stop

“stop following me, just go and hunt your stupid deer, I’m going home.” Her angered feet hitting the ground, the sound of leave crunching and branches broken heard.

“and how do you expect to go home” Daryl asks, his voice calmer than before but the annoyance still present.

“I’ll walk”

“a half an hour ride, you’ll walk it”

“yup” she said, hitting the branches away from her face, continuing to walk in a direction she didn’t even know.

Daryl quickly walked up to her, grabbing her arm harshly, turning her around and pulling her towards him. Holding her in close proximity to her, his dark eyes stared into hers. The hard expression in his face relaxed as they looked into her sad ones. He let out a deep sign, relaxing his grip on her arm, letting it go before placing both hands on her cheek. He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closing and just enjoying each others presence.

Though y/n was extremely confused, didn’t question it. She waited for him to speak up and he did, “I’m sorry..” he paused, trying to find his next words carefully. “I-“ he suddenly opened his eyes, realizing what was happening, quickly let go of the girl, stepping a few feet away from her. “I-I didn’t mean what I said, about how it was your fault. I know it wasn’t. I can get a little…too much at times…angry and I don’t realize what I’m saying until after it’s said. So I’m sorry”

y/n signed, before nodding “it’s okay”

Daryl gave a slight smile, “now how about we track that deer again”

The rest of the day was exciting, Daryl taught y/n how to track, footprints, what types mean what, how to aim properly, and the most important lesson was noise. They didn’t catch the deer, since it was long gone from a bunch of walkers, but they did catch a bunch of squirrels.

The ride back was quiet, a few words, few giggles being said here and there. y/n had her hands around Daryl’s waist and couldn’t help but hold tight. She didn’t want to go back to Alexandria and have him ignore her like he always does.

“you remember when I told you yesterday, how I had my eyes on someone else” y/n started, her head resting on Daryl’s left shoulder. She felt him tense slightly at the action but never the less, didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“yeah” he replied lowly, unsure why the girl brought it up.

“can you guess who it is” y/n whispered in his ear.

His spine tingled at the feeling of her hot breath on his ear, for a second he forgot what she just said, before remembering shook his thoughts, answering the girl “well, you said it wasn’t Spencer, Carl nor Rick. That takes away all the guys I had eyes on. Can’t be Glenn or Abraham, there a lot of men back in Alexandria, how’d you expect me to guess.”

“just try” she says, smiling as her head was still leaning on his shoulder.

“is it that weird ass dude Eugene. Man gives me the creeps sometimes”

“no, its not Eugene” y/n replied giggling

“is it Morgan, you got a thing for older men or something”

“it’s not Morgan, but you’re in the right direction with the older men”

“I honestly don’t know y/n, just tell me”

y/n squeezed his waist tightly, leaning her lips closer to his ear before whispering, “it’s you.”

With that, Daryl hit the breaks hard on his bike, causing them both to stumble front a bit. y/n looked in front of them, seeing the gates of Alexandria not far but not close enough either.

Daryl didn’t know how to reply, every time he opened his mouth to say something, it closed back right away. He turned his head to the left to face the girl, who gave her a small smile, questioningly looking at her, as if waiting for her to start laughing and say this is all a joke. When he realized she was serious, he couldn’t help the nervousness in the pit of his stomach. What would a girl like her ever find interest in a guy like him. He didn’t deserve her, not one bit. Her friendly, helpful nature, the innocence yet powerful spirit. His eyes fell upon her lips, before shaking his head from the thoughts, facing in front of him, ready to start the bike.

y/n saw him, saw his eyes fall into all sorts of emotions. She noticed his eyes falling to her lips before facing forward again, as if trying to tell himself what he’s feeling was bad. She had already went this far, look the little courage she had left, took her right hand from his waist up to his right cheek, pushing his face gently towards the left, having him face her. Before he got a chance to question the girl, he felt her soft lips on his rough ones. He didn’t know how to react, was shocked especially to find her moving her lips against his own. After a few seconds, she let go, worry in her eyes that he didn’t respond back. Her left hand fell to his chest, feeling it beating extremely fast. She chuckled quietly, resting her forehead against his, closed her eyes before responding “relax Daryl, if you don’t feel the same way, you can just say it. I promise I won’t be hurt, and won’t bother you again after this”

Daryl shook his head back and forth in fear. He turned his body towards the side, grabbing the girl by her thighs, moving her place in front of him, facing him. His hands held both side of her cheek before pulling her in for a long passionate kiss. The girl smiled against his lips before quickly responding, her own hands fell around his waist. “I do feel the same way, I always have. It’s just-“ he struggled with the next words, didn’t know how to say them.

y/n held his face in her hands, reassuring him to go on, “we’re so different, not considering how much older I am than you. Why would you eve-“

“Daryl, if I cared about that stuff before, I wouldn’t have fell in love with you in the first place. I don’t care about any of that. All I know is that I love you, and I hope you feel the same way about me”

Daryl smiled, kissing the girl on the lips one last time before nodding his head, “I love you too”

#daryl x reader #daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #twd #walking dead #dixon #imagine #oneshot

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Notes about S2E3: Muninn

# As stated previously, Betty is the modern form of Sleipnir, and we see its reincarnation here.

# Note that on the newspaper Wednesday reads that is an article about how the “Deep State is watching”, a foreshadowing of Argos. 

# Ibis is seen here eating pieces of the corpses he dissects (something that Jacquel did in the novel).

# Argus Panoptes is mixed up with “Argus”, the dog of Odysseus. He is also referred to as a “peepin’ Tom”.

# Argus backstory is honestly a mess... The backstory is told in an Egyptian style. Ibis says that Argus Panoptes was rebirthed by Hera as a “god of surveillance” (it is actually merely a metaphor, and it is show that Argus had other incarnations before the American god of surveillance, but many people took it for literal). And it is mentionned that he was a god of surveillance before joining the New Gods - in fact it is the fading of his worship that pushed him to an alliance. 

# Argus is confirmed to be the eye seen in season 1 through the bank’s security camera.

# Argus is described by Wednesday as akin to Mr. Wood, a being that adapted into “something else”. It is mentionned that his “many eyes faded”, and that only his memories stayed intact - in the form of the Argus archives. Argus actually appears to the world as a private surveillance company - we can note that the symbol of the company appeared on the jumbo screens of the “Media reinventing herself” scene.

# Argus is connected to Black Briar and offers its “eyes” to them. We see he uses drones as part of his many eyes. When one of said drones is taken down by Muninn (or Huginn), the Caretaker complains that the system was not updated and the GPS files are corrupted. Tech Boy answers that he told Argus to upgrade the system, and complains that he is not a “micromanagement”. However Mr. World quickly tells Tech Boy to put “your man on the line” (here Argus is identified as an agent of Tech Boy). Mr. World mentions the “broken window theory”, and insists that visiting Argus instead of texting him is “per tradition”. Mr. World has this very interesting concept that “We build the new world on the ruins of the old”. 

# Before New Media appears, Mr. World has strange hand gestures - which almost makes it look like he is “downloading” informations from Technical Boy he then injects into the screen New Media comes out from. Or am I reading too much into this? 

# New Media appears dressed as a Japanese schoolgirl (some mentionned a Harajuku vibe), with a Hello Kitty-look alike on her collar (hinting at the influence of Japanese pop culture over the Internet and the youth). In the background you can see the screen she comes out from becomes full with social media posts of New Media - one can see Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, a lot of selfies and videos... She is shown disdaining things that are “old”, and she also is seemingly aware of who, what and how her previous-self acted since she makes a reference to Media by imitating the Marilyn Monroe persona. Of course, one can see she literaly manifests emojis, emoticans and picture filters in the real world. She also refers to Argus as “the man with the fiber optic”. 

# The headquarters of the Argus company have a parabolic satellite antena. Wednesday explains that, for the “local tinfoil hats”, this building is a stronghold of the Deep State, the Illuminati and/or the Men in Black. But to the “local city council”, it is just an old warehouse filled with computers. And in Wednesday’s words, in the end “truth and lies mix up”. Again, it is mentionned that in the warehouse there are “miles” of fiber optic cables, and that “only the memories remain”. 

# Interestingly, we see Argus doesn’t just archive information, but also himself or rather his old versions. We get to see the “cast-away husks” he collected after he changed into “something else”. Here, we get to see the original Argus - the monstrous sheperd that was supposed to guard Io in the Greek mythology and was killed by Hermes. Apparently, only a sacrifice can allow one to move forward from this stage of the archive - the killing of Io. The fans have been splitting their head over what exactly the wooden tool Wednesday uses is - on top of that, it has an eye symbol engraved on it. 

# Wednesday mentions that Laura is a “revenant” and like all revenants, she is “single-minded”. Just like the archive and Argus, to move forward Laura needs change, but change only comes with a sacrifice. 

# We step away from all that to go to the Corn Palace, a strip-tease palace where live Old Iktomi, the Native American shapeshifter and spider-spirit (compared by the Jinn to Anansi). Actually it seems it was originally the “Porn Palace”, but the P neon letter “died” in such a way it looks like a C now. The Jinn describes Iktomi as “manipulating humans like puppets” and advices him to not look at him in the eyes. We also get to see another Native spirit - Gnaskineyan, “Crazy Buffalo” an evil spirit, looking here like a tall blind man. 

# The next incarnation of Argus seems to have been in Roman times - indeed, we see that Argus was at this point the caretaker of the Library of Alexandria, renowned as the greatest collection of knowledge in the world. It seems Argus is locked in a cycle of rebirths and deaths - more precisely murders. Indeed, Argus always end up killed, because he keeps repeating his original myth - guarding something for which he will die. He murder because he was the guardian of Io, burned down along with his library... Note here that the Library of Alexandria was located in Egypt - which might explain why Mr. Ibis had Argus story told through an Egyptian point of view. Also note that here, Argus had his eyes ripped out.

# Iktomi appears in a wheelchair (hinting at his decay as an Old God). He grows marijuana in the background of his Palace - it seems he is an expert at tricks and potions. I honestly don’t know why people keep saying Iktomi and Whiskey Jack are the same being when, from my researches, they apparently are not. Whiskey Jack is a Crane spirit from the cultures of Algonquian and Dene people, while Iktomi is a trickster from Lakota mythology. Yes, both are considered equivalents, but they are not the same. 

# We need an explanation on how Iktomi ended up having Wednesday’s spear. It seems Iktomi is also aware of Thoth, as he mentions he will be against the use of the spear for it is an “instrument of death”. 

# New Media of course uses hashtags in her talk. In her talks with Technical Boy she appears friendly, childish, energetic, but she has a snarky and nasty side to her hinting at her rivalry with the technology god. She explains that Tech Boy and her have “different audiences” and she mentions that she needs “bandwidth”. 

# Tech Boy threatens Argus to come back on their deal, which would have Argus “go back to trolling the Dark Web on IRC bots and Geocities pages” - so that’s what he as doing as a god of surveillance before taking a deal with the New Gods. Interestingly, we here have an incoherence - before Mr. World identified Argus as an agent of Tech Boy, but here Tech Boy has the hardest time acting as Argus boss, since the “surveillance god” says he was offered a deal by Mr. World and works only for him. 

# Odin explains that he wants Argus killed because he “plays both sides” (how? We never saw Argus help the Old Gods), and apparently to kill him Laura needs to stab the tattoo in his neck. Though one may actually see how he plays “both sides” by looking at what Argus says - he says that entropy leads to disorder and all systems evolve towards chaos, “even alliances with gods”. It seems as a result that Argus has a sort of nihilistic view - he doesn’t wish to partake in the war, or to really help one side or another because ultimately it doesn’t matter who wins this conflict. That’s why he is so rebellious against Technical Boy. Or at least it seems like it... 

# New Media, to interact with Argus, brutally switches personality - you can literaly see her change. She becomes seducing, flirty, very sexual. She visibly wants to take over Tech Boy by stealing Argus to herself. She mentions that she has “likes, shares and subscribers” and that everyone watches her, but what she wants is “someone to watch them back”. She wishes to “connect and merge” with Argus - which takes the form of a strange sexual scene. I personally believe this is a reference to “hentai” in its primal form - the typical diea of “sex with tentacles”. Indeed, in this episode New Media has a strong Japanese pop culture influence, and for those of you who don’t know, “hentai” originally was a form of pornographic art of Japanese culture, very old, and that often involved tentacles and sexuality with octopuses. However, the Internet took over this “hentai” style and turned it into a true meme, a recurring joke and a “common knowledge” and “popular trope” of Internet works - it is a literal representation of how the Internet takes back for itself forms of traditional art and turns them into something entirely new. 

Anyway, she talks about her “fusion” with Argus as a “synesgestic expanding” and a “marketing opportunity”. 

# Despite his death, Wednesday mentions that “Argus will come back”. Which hints that maybe Argus has enough belief/worship/popularity to keep living, contrary to the other Old Gods.

# It seems Bast is part of Wednesday’s plans, or will act at Wednesday’s request when she will “heal” Shadow. 

#american gods #season 2 #muninn #argus #new media #technical boy #mr. world #new gods #old gods #laura #iktomi

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[bringmecoffeeandroses]

If you were in charge of Twd, who would've you paired up with Jesus? I know you love him with Daryl but doesn't he have a canon boyfriend in the comics?

Dude, this answer is going to be long-winded and I hope you know what you’ve done here:

The comics and the show are two very different animals. In the comics, Jesus and Aaron are in love and left to hit the road go wherever they please. In the show, Jesus died after having (three?) scenes with Aaron with no real emotional context. In the show, Aaron and his (non existent in-comic) daughter are basically a background piece to the show.

It’s just...different. Honestly. Go read the comics and mourn the potential lost in Jesus character. Mourn those Jesus fight scenes and genuine love and affection sent his way by other characters. TV!Jesus was born into a different fucking world, man.

This is probably something you already know but Daryl isn’t in the comics. And I guess it’s obvious but in the show, but Daryl is also not likely to be declared gay. Mostly because he’s the main male lead and, if you haven’t caught on, the show is not good to it’s gay characters.

That said, I’ve talked about Daryl as a potentially great gay character before:

Daryl Dixon is not straight. In fact, I’d say he is almost cookie-cutter fit as a character that could be part of the LGBTQ+ community – be it gay, ace, demi, ect. And I don’t just say it because he hasn’t had a heterosexual relationship?

I say it because he reminds me of a lot of the experiences both myself and other LGBTQ+ people have had. (Hell, even Aaron compares the homophobia he faces at Alexandria with the way Daryl is misunderstood.) The taunts from Merle, the feeling of being outside, not like everyone else. IDK if I’m making sense or not, there’s a real identifiable commonality in all of it.      

Not to mention, Daryl has experienced a lot of growth accepting that he is a good person. That he is worthy. That he’s loved. I think a character like that actually representing gay people would be awesome? Because we’re taught to hate ourselves and we have to make that same journey.    

My own tags: #Daryl Dixon is gay  #and if you couldn’t tell by his lack of ladies  #you could tell by how much he’s been taught to hate himself

But likelihood was never the reason I wanted Daryl and Jesus to be together. I knew it probably wouldn’t have happened but a lot of the things that happened in-show make me fucking cringe, so I don’t confuse quality with canon.

I’ll be real with you. If Paul Rovia had been written with the same love and appreciation of his comic counterpart, Paul Monroe, I would have been satisfied. Probably still thinking that they could have written it better with Daryl but satisfied that a gay character got a happy fucking ending while kicking ass and being vital to the story. ‘Cause that doesn’t happen often.

Buuuuuuut that didn’t happen and the show is worse for it. 

Quality =/= canon

So, yeah. If I had my way, Jesus would have ended up with Daryl. Individually, both these characters deserved to be badass gay icons of the apocalypse but also these two are infinitely interesting to me together.

Jesus and Daryl are two people that have a lot of the same issues opening up to people but center their lives around protecting everyone. Think about Jesus coming in at 6x10 - at this point where Rick is trying to convince Daryl that things can be okay and people are still good. And there’s Jesus. And he trips every trigger for Daryl to be distrustful but then proves him wrong in the best way? Shows him that he’s worth trusting? Fights alongside them? Rescues Daryl? Jesus is legitimately the moment where Daryl has to question whether he should believe in people again and he does not let him down. I mean, it’s ruined again by the time Negan kills Glenn and tortures Daryl but that’s not Jesus’ fault. 

Ugh, and all conversation that should have taken place between them with how differently their arcs were in season 8? Think for a minute and ask yourself: can you think of two characters that were more on opposite ends of the spectrum than Jesus and Daryl in season 8? Ask yourself: with Daryl being ready to kill all the Saviors and Jesus protecting them, what would that conversation look like? Especially when Jesus is the only one that’s seen the most of Daryl’s trauma via Saviors/Negan? This was the conversation about morality that wouldn’t have felt like the bickering back-and-forth of season 8.

Not to mention how much I wanted to see them open up to one another. These two men that are shown to be incredibly closed off from other people opening up to one another? Letting each other in in a way that other people may not be able to understand?  

They are both deeply flawed but moral people that are dedicated to people they are loyal to and I cannot even with how alike they actually are.

This is every “In this essay” joke Tumblr has ever made and I have zero regrets.

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spencer  recognised  their  position  ;  to  conform  ,  or  die  like  dogs  .  he  barely  slept  through  long  nights ,  restlessness  penetrated  every  nerve  &  cell  within  brawny  limbs  .  he  rose  early  to  check  &  recheck  the  stockpile  --  made  indisputable  by  the  coloured  flesh  beneath  tawny  eyes  .   if  they  knew  what  guns  lie  betwixt  the  wood  of  the  monroe  household  ,  he’d  be  DEAD  for  sure  .

he  despised  the  ignorance  of  the  saviors  &  the  effect  their  irksome  demeanour  had  on  both  the  citizens  of  alexandria  &  the  general  order  of  things  .  perhaps  spencer’s  recent  track  record  for  ‘TIME  SPENT  UNCONSCIOUS’  &  his  lengthy  experience  of  the  bothersome  attitudes  of  their  ungrateful  guests  melded  together  to  create  one  explosive!  monroe  son  .  his  tone  hitched  an  octave  or  two  without  purposely  intending  to  .  he’s  certain  he’ll  answer  for  his  minor  mutiny  .

                            ❝  hey  !  watch  where  you’re  going  with  that  .  ❞

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[justjessame]

A Little Ass And A Lotta Sass  Second Time’s a Charm?

Negan kept Judith with him, which meant I stayed with him too. He shaved with Dad’s razor in Dad’s bathroom, smiling at me in the mirror. “Caught you starin’,” he winked, swiping the blade across his skin, missing no whisker and becoming younger with every swipe.

“Still trying to decide what’s mentally deficient about you,” I answered, smirking at his squinting eyes. “You’re like a science experiment, have to study it to have it make sense.”

Carl comes in and Negan starts giving him shaving advice, I roll my eyes at Carl and he grins back at me. Judith is bouncing on my lap and it would almost be a sweet scene, if it weren’t for the narcissistic dick holding us hostage.

After his shave, and more fucking lemonade, he made us dinner. Spaghetti with homemade sauce. He offered me the spoon to taste, and I considered refusing, but what the hell. I love pasta and if there’s a good sauce, I’ll take it. I flicked my tongue out to taste it, and heard him groan above me.

“Shit, darlin’, are you trying to get my dick hard?” His voice was low, quiet almost, so Carl wouldn’t hear. “Because let me tell you,” he leaned his head down close to my head, his breath fanning my hair. “You don’t have to fuckin’ try, I’ve been hard since I saw you on that fucking porch the other day.”

I tilted my head when he raised his. “Seriously?” I asked, staring into his eyes. “Do women actually fall for this shit?”

He chuckled, not the boisterous laughter as before, this came out low and deep and dark. “Like you won’t fucking believe, doll.”

I smirked up at him. “There’s at least one woman it doesn’t work on.” He stared back and I leaned forward, crooking my finger for him to come closer. When he did, I whispered in his ear, knowing my breath was hot against his skin. “Me.”

I turned away, and picked up Judith. “Carl, you can set the table, OK?” I yelled, moving to the stairs so I could change my sister. “I’ll be right back.”

Upstairs, I lean against Judith’s bedroom door. What the literal fuck is that man doing? Was he trying to seduce me? I bit my lip as I moved into the room to do what I said I was going to do. Changing Judith’s diaper and brushing her curls so they were back to some order, I considered for the very first time whether I could use Negan’s obvious interest in me to get Dad and Alexandria back to normal. I thought about one of my favorite classes from school. History. What had fighting kingdoms done in the past when they couldn’t stand war any longer? Didn’t they barter for marriage? Uniting the kingdoms. Could I do that? Would it work?

“Callie,” I heard Negan’s voice call up the stairs, and wondered if he had to ask Carl what my name was to use it. “Dinner’s ready.”

Dinner was a bit awkward. Mostly silent, I held Judith on my lap and offered her tiny bites from my plate. Negan was somewhat tense and he mentioned he was growing tired of waiting for Dad. “I suppose,” I said, clearing my throat and taking a sip of lemonade. “I suppose, I could keep you company while you wait.”

I didn’t look at him. Looking at him would mean he’d either look triumphant, or he’d brush the offer off. I felt Carl’s foot nudge mine under the table, and glanced up at him with a warning in my eye. Swallowing hard, I waited to see what Negan would do with what I proposed.

“And just how would you keep me company, darlin’?” I could hear the fucking cockiness in his voice and had to focus on feeding Judith another bite.

I shrugged, and felt him stand from the table and move to hover over the back of my chair. My heart thumped harder in my chest, wondering what I was possibly thinking with the offer, with the half formed plan in my mind. I felt his finger, ungloved now, trace the side of my neck, brushing my hair from my shoulder. I closed my eyes, wishing he’d stop while Carl was bearing witness.

“Carl, take your little sister out for a walk,” Negan’s voice was low, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. “Callie and I need to have a chat.”

Carl, clearly not wanting to witness whatever was coming anymore than I wanted him to, came around and took Judith from my arms. He looked down at me as I opened my eyes, fear and worry clear in his blue eye. I gave him a small smile, hoping that he understood that I’d be fine, hoping I was right about that.

Negan waited until he heard the front door shut behind Carl and Judith. I felt his breath against the side of my neck, the same side he’d traced with his finger. “Now, Callie, what type of company are you wanting to keep with me?”

I felt my chest tighten, if his finger was torture, the heat of his breath was a fucking nightmare. Jesus, what the hell was I doing. And why the fuck did I like it? I bit my lip and heard him groan. “Shit, baby girl, don’t bite it.” I felt his thumb touch my bottom lip and without thinking, my tongue flicked against the calloused pad. “Fuck.” I heard him swallow hard, his mouth so close to my neck that I could almost feel his lips. “I didn’t think you liked me, Callie.” He sounded different, almost unsure.

I turned, and found his face so close that our noses brushed. “I’m not sure I do.” My voice was breathless, our eyes locked together. And then his lips touched mine and I was lost. An indecent moan escaped from one of us, surely not me? Dear God, it was me, and then I was in his arms, clutching at his white t-shirt as his mouth fought with mine. Our tongues touched and it felt like fire running through me, all the way down to where my crotch was tight against the denim of my jeans. His face was smooth from his shave, my fingers touching where his dimples were still indented. Then my hands were tight in his hair, holding his mouth to mine.

We finally parted for the urge to breathe, not to stop. I felt him lift me on to the bare part of the dining room table, his hands gripping my waist and tugging me forward before laying me back. His lips were on my neck as he hovered over me, standing between my open legs. I felt his hot kisses on my skin, the graze of his teeth, his tongue flicking against my pulse. Jesus, I thought, maybe this wasn’t such a fucking bad idea.

I felt his hips lower, rocking his denim clad and very hard dick against my own covered pelvis. Shit, I thought, arching up against him for more friction. He moaned into my collarbone, and I felt him give me a gentle nip. “Fuck, don’t stop.” He rocked against me as I rolled back against him. Feeling like the world could stop right fucking now, and neither of us would notice. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding him against me as we rutted against one another, moaning and gripping one another. His mouth kissing the skin available above the v-neck of my t-shirt and I could feel it build. Something I hadn’t had in far too fucking long. Biting my lip, my fingers clutching his head, pulling at his hair, I came hard against his thrusting hips. I felt him tense and knew, like anyone who’d ever taken their dry humping too far, that he had too.

“Fuck,” he breathed into my chest. “Just had me cumming in my jeans like a fucking teenager.” I was breathing hard too, but that made me laugh. He looked up at my face, propping his chin beneath my breasts. “Oh, shit, darlin’ if that’s what we can do with our fucking clothes on, what the fuck’s gonna happen when we’re naked?”

“Who says we’re ever going to get naked?” I asked, leaning up on my elbows. “I only agreed to keep you company until Dad gets back. I never agreed to more.”

I was saved from further explanation when a knock came to the front door. Negan, shooting me a look that I couldn’t decipher, pulled himself up and off of me. I glanced down at his jeans, and grinned. Yep, a wet spot. “Get the fucking door,” he ordered, rushing up the stairs to no doubt steal something from Dad’s limited wardrobe.

 Spencer was at the door, having convinced a Savior guard I hadn’t noticed earlier to let him pass. Bottle of liquor in his hand, wanting to suck up to the new master, I guessed. He took in my appearance and I wondered what he was seeing. I knew my jeans didn’t have a noticeable wet spot, but I hadn’t even glanced in the mirror on my way to the door.

“I’d like to speak to Negan,” he said, and I wondered if he practiced in the mirror.

I heard his gruff voice behind me. “You do, do you?” The heat of Negan’s body was close enough to my back for me to know he was almost pressed against me. He looks at his guard, and snorts. “Don’t be an asshole, come on-” he looks at Spencer, and moves gently past me, his hand on my waist and I notice that Spencer takes note of it.

“Spencer Monroe,” Spencer offers his hand as Negan stands in front of me. I watch as they take seats in the rocking chairs and move to go inside.

“Callie,” Negan’s voice is almost singsong, like he had been at the gate. “Bring us a couple of glasses, darlin’.” I glare at them both, but neither of them are watching me. Throwing my hands up, I walk inside and slam the door.

I gather up two smaller glasses and stomp outside. Slamming them down on the banister in front of Negan, I move to stomp back inside, but his hand on my wrist stops me. “We still have a conversation to have, Callie.” He promises, his fingers trailing down to my hand. “I won’t forget.” I pull away and walk more quietly back inside. Closing the door, less forcefully than before, I lean against it and wonder what the fuck I got myself into.

I move to the downstairs bathroom and take stock of how I look in the mirror. Well fuck, I thought. My hair, which I’d left down for once, was a tangle of curls. My lips were definitely swollen and darker from the rough kissing. And, I tilted my head and glared at my neck, was that a fucking hickie?! For fuck’s sake, that bastard marked me.

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