Wee introduction post!
SO. Let's go.
I'm starting this blog with a little overview of the OCs who are most present in my head these days. I (more or less) recently drew a shiny line up that I still like, after all, so why not use it?
I tried to get their heights somewhat right, give or take a few inches... I'll put their heights into the descriptions, too, though, for anyone (like me) who cares about these details. :)
Avery Constance St. James (*April 1st 1995 in New York City, USA; 5'2 ft / 1,57 m): a small but fierce pharmacist who lost her heart to an irresistably lively Irishman in 2022 (who refused to give it back), and who now juggles being a loving mama and thriving in her usual chaos.
Daryl Louis McKenna (*February 6th 1993 in Galway, Ireland; 5'9 ft / 1,75 m): rockstar scientist (biochemistry) and former drug abusing idiot who recently got engaged to Avery - a special lady he just happened to find when he wasn't looking, and who unexpectedly found his greatest joy in fatherhood.
Dexter Linus St. James (*August 11th 2023, in New York City, USA): a tiny Irish-American hybrid - the son of Daryl and Avery. Named after Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory and Linus Pauling.
Orla Deirdre O'Connell (*October 28th 1992 in Galway, Ireland; 5'9 ft / 1,75 m): an eccentric tattoo artist who appreciates the most beautiful things in life and who believes in love and classic romance like no other. Grew up with three brothers - Malachy (*1980-2006), Kieran (*1985) and her twin Declan, and thus handles life like a lady, but never without the appropriate dash of assertiveness.
Michael Theodore "Mick" O'Loughlin (*December 22nd 1992 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'5 ft / 1,96 m): a tall and elvenlike fella who stems from an ancient bloodline of highly fascinating individuals and who may have a supernatural streak to him. Motor mechanic in everyday life and a curious and whimsical guy overall, with soulful green eyes that effortlessly see behind the things others would not even dare to question.
Alistair Lachlan "Ali/Al" Abbott (*May 28th 1993 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,93 m): an eccentric weirdo, very charming and always a little clueless, with a heart of gold. A former rising football star who had to give up that particular dream to an unfortunate injury, and a surprise teenage dad who loves his friends and longs to meet the love of his life; who waits tables in a restaurant by day and woos ladies - who are willing to pay for his services - by night.
Lancelot Malcolm "Lance" Abbott (*July 27th 1988 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'4 ft / 1,63 m): a true force of nature, a capable internist, strong-willed and assertive (some would say stubborn) confident and outspoken, sometimes on the brink of being plain rude. An intelligent and complex person who may be a pain in the arse at times, but who knows what is right and important in life... such as suppressing some long lasting issues, ah, haha, oh well.
Maisie Rose Boyd (*June 11th 2011 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'0 ft / 1,52 m): the surprise love child of teenage parents Ali Abbott and Nessa Boyd, who is growing into a sweet and caring young lady these days.
Vanessa Christine "Nessa/Ness" Boyd (*January 14th 1993 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'2 ft / 1,57 m): a young and smart psychology graduate who is eager to finally start her career that she had to postpone due to becoming a mother at only eighteen. Gentle and kind, but also very straightforward, never taking crap from anyone and showing bluntness in just the right moments.
Caroline Miriam "Carrie" Anderson (*August 2nd 1987 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'4 ft / 1,63 m): a somewhat restless soul, always looking for something while never quite knowing what that something is. One hell of a doctor. Caring, not making any differences between people,and eager to look behind a facade... and entertaining the thought of running her own practice soon!
Dallas Ariston Gray (*October 22nd 1987 in Glasgow, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,93 m): a half-Greek, hunkalicious metal lord with a voice from both heaven and hell, a primary school teacher, musician and not quite your average nice guy from next door - the unhingedness may be subtle, but it's so, so there.
Fiona Annabel "Fi" Christie (*March 4th 1994 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'0 ft / 1,82 m): a truly delightful creature with many talents, drawing people in with her... everything. A hairdresser and make up artist, a dancer (classic ballet, jazz, as well as adult entertainment) and a gentle soul. Her optimism may make her look naive at times, but
Jean Melissa "Melissa" Carter (*June 1st 1985 in Calgary, Canada; 6'3 ft / 1,90 m): a creative director at a local ad agency... who clicks on suspicious links in spam mails and who forgets to check whether she has enough gas before she drives distances… and strands in the middle of nowhere. May seem scatterbrained but is incredibly loveable and the apple of the eye of her wife, Donna.
Donna Yvaine Christie (*January 3rd 1985 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'9 ft / 1,74 m): older and slightly (read as: not so slightly) overbearing sister of Fiona. Has her heart at the right spot but is also used to success and getting what she wants, which makes her a little insensitive and even tactless at times; still often fails to understand that "not doing things her way" isn’t necessarily the same as "doing things the wrong way".
Graeme "Sully" Sullivan (*September 7th 1986 in Perth, Scotland; 5'11 ft /1,80 m): an incredibly creative person all around who has known his goal pretty early in life - making the world a brighter, more colourful place! Owner of a tattoo studio in town - "The Den Of Tallulah Banks" - which isn’t just a tattoo studio, but also a place where creatives can get together and local artists from town can exhibit their works without paying annoying fees.
Hallie Henderson (*April 2nd 1988 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 5'7 ft / 1,70 m): a music journalist, writing for the popular UK/Ireland based magazine "Grot Spot". Interested in pretty much anything, believes in people. Very gentle and caring... and just a little bit weird. Loves life but doesn't close her eyes to the crappy aspects of it. A realistic optimist who is far from naive but maybe a bit too forgiving sometimes.
Jett Jones (*January 15th 1984, in Newcastle Upon Tyne, England; 6'2 ft / 1,87 m): Hallie's friend and fellow Grot Spot writer. A Geordie beauty who never met her real parents but couldn't care less, as the lovely Joneses raised her well. Outspoken and blunt, appears to be afraid of nothing. Never refills the office coffee pot and would most likely survive a zombie apocalypse. Treasures her heart and shares her real name with hardly anybody.
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And, as a bonus...
1984
Craig Diarmid Abbott (*October 8th 1962 in Liverpool, England | † June 2006 in Aberdeen, Scotland; 6'4 ft / 1,92 m)
Sofia Elena Jacinta Abbott, nee Thomson (*February 11th 1956 in Mexico City, Mexico; 5'8 ft / 1,73 m)
... parents of Lance and Ali, who have their own story back in the eighties!
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[17] AND DARYL'S HERE
Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed
Summary: The group reunites and Charlie spends some time alone with Daryl.
Warnings: language, blood, walkers. fluff, mention of sex
Song: Brazil Declan McKenna
A/N: Hello :) Yesterday I had a good day to write and almost have ACT2 completed and waiting to be published. Please like, comment, so I could get a feedback if you like it or no. ENJOY AND SEE YOU SUNDAY!
WITH YOU ON WATTPAD
The funeral was like any other funeral. Maybe more emotional because a whole actual family was crying after the man, not just random people he met a month ago. Those people were crying, but wasn't it better for him like this? Every day was getting harder and harder, and there was no improvement on the way. There was no hope. So was it really a reason to cry that she was gone? At the same time, the funeral felt funny and pointless. Building the grave with rocks, praying like in old times, believing that God is still listening.
"It's good they are here," Charlie said. Charlie and Glenn worked together to erect the tent on Hershel's farm. They hammered stakes into the ground, pulled the tent fabric taut, and secured the poles. Despite a few fumbles and laughs, they managed to set it up just in time before the sun set, proud of their accomplishment amidst the rustic surroundings of the farm. They were putting up tents and making a camp as Hershel let them stay but not in the house. It was between the trees, all together, just like before in the quarry.
"Yeah," he said. "And Daryl's here."
Charlie furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him, not really knowing what he was talking about."Well, everyone's here."
"Yes, but you are happy that he's here." he looked at her. "You've been talking in your sleep...When you are asleep."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Glenn shrugged. "I think you know."
"Glenn..."
"I've noticed you tossing and turning at night. You haven't been sleeping well...or at all."
"Just some nightmares, nothing to worry about," she shrugged.
"And we won't be talking about what happened at CDC?"
"And what happened at CDC?"
"Look, Charls, I get it. We've all been through a lot," he said. "We're a team. I'm here...for you."
"Thank you, Glenn," Charlie said, moved by his support, but then she saw a person approaching them. "But now...you better be just here."
"What?"
But she didn't get to explain.
"I hear you're fast on your feet and know how to get in and out," said Maggie, looking into Glenn's eyes. "Got a pharmacy run. You in?"
"Uh..."
"Miss, what's the water situation here?" Dale asked.
"Got five wells on our land. House draws directly from number one. Number two well is right over there. We use it for the cattle but it's just as pure. Take what you need. There's a cart and containers in the generator shed behind the house. she informed while Charlie was exchanging stares. Then Maggie turned to the Asian boy. "I'll go saddle your horse then."
Charlie snorted.
"Horse?" he asked with a weak voice.
They were walking in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was rather pleasurable. She had another chance to observe him in the woods- in a natural environment it seemed. How he was moving, for what he was paying attention to the smallest leave. Where he was placing his feet and how his body was changing, how his muscles were flexing when he heard a twig snap- it was probably snapping under her body. It was so interesting.
"You slept?" he asked.
"Am I your kid?" she asked, looking around. "All we talk about is me eating or sleeping."
"It's cause you can't take care of yourself," he said.
"I think otherwise," she answered and looked around. "Oh, I hate it here. Just like when I was little."
Daryl looked at her with curiosity in his eyes.
"The summer camps," she explained and he nodded his head. "If I gave my heart to them, I would be just like you now, hunting squirrels."
"Nah." he shook his head. "You talk too much. The more time I spend with you, the more I'm sure that you just need to talk like others need breathing."
"Might be the truth."
Then they fell silent again, walking a couple miles- or at least that's what Charlie thought. But she was overwhelmed by the silence and her surroundings, so she opened her mouth again. "So..."
Daryl snorted. "That's what I'm talking about."
"What were you doing with Merle?"
"What do you mean?" he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Like in your free time." she corrected herself. "Going fishing, Playing poker. I don't know."
Daryl looked at her and scoffed. "We were doing all those things, but just to get drunk. He was making up games or other stupid shit just to get shit-face drunk. And I was getting drunk because that was the only way to bear him."
Charlie smiled "Merle was a talker."
"Actually...you two are very much lookalike," Daryl said and took a shove with a small smile. "He would punch me harder, though."
"Because that's offensive!" she chuckled. "So basically you were just drinking."
"And smoking." he shrugged. "Sometimes it was by the lake, sometimes in the house, and sometimes in some shithole," he said. "I imagine you never was in a place like that."
"Wrong." she made a funny noise. "On my twentieth birthday, I sat in a car with Zac and my friend and he just drove us to some kind of bar...I guess," she said. "That's a funny story, actually. I remember going in, but I can't recall how I managed to walk out. But Casey told me I was dancing on a table, showering in tequila, and I tried to pull out some guy double my age..." She looked at Daryl. "I think that if you lick me right now, you could still taste tequila."
"I'm not gonna lick you," Daryl answered and fastened his steps, leaving Charlie behind.
They walked and they walked and nothing was worth stopping. There was no sight of Sophia herself or any signs of her, which sucked. So when they finally came across the house that looked abandoned, she was praising the Lord. Charlie touched his arm to stop him as he was looking in a different direction. "Look,"
"Good." he nodded and she thought that she saw a faint smile on his face.
"You think she's in there?"
"I hope," he answered. "Get behind me."
Daryl entered the house first, after kicking the door open and she followed right behind him. She decided to go upstairs, so she patted his back and pointed up. As an answer, she got a nod, and without further thought she just climbed up the stairs, holding her little axe tightly.
There were four rooms and three of them she already checked. There was no sight of Sophia or anyone in general, there was no place to hide either, so she just decided to leave. As she came up to the last doors, she heard banging and she knew exactly what was behind them. That's why she prepared her axe and kicked the door open, to not come close. Immediately she faced the Walker who used to be a man before. It was snarling and trying to bite her, so she took a couple steps back. Then she saw another Walker- a woman this time.
Charlie was terrified. Everything inside was shaking and even though she wanted to call Daryl, her throat felt stuck. And she knew that there were just two options for getting out of this: bitten or alive.
"No romantic dinner this time," she mumbled under her breath and took a swing. With one swift motion, an axe was stuck in the head of the first one. She tried to take the weapon out, but it seemed to be really deep inside the skull.
She saw how the second one was sticking its hands towards her. She was observing the jaw as it was moving as the Walker was closer and closer. Charlie gave up the axe and she just took out the knife that was attached to her belt. She let the Walker grab her but pushed it a little, so it wouldn't reach her with its teeth, and then she just stabbed it in the head just like previously, but this time the blade came out smoothly. When she felt the weight of the dead and this time lifeless body in her arms, she almost gagged. With a groan, she threw the Walker from the stairs.
"You good?" Daryl asked her, as she walked down covered in blood.
"I almost panicked."
"But you killed a Walker."
"Yeah, two Walkers." she corrected him. "Are we done here?"
He nodded and looked in the direction of the kitchen. "I found a hiding spot. Small enough, so she could hide there."
"That's great." Charlie smiled. "But nothing sure?"
She sighed as he shook his head. They walked out of the house, ready to head back, but Charlie saw something. Big white flowers that she hadn't seen before entering the house.
"Sophia!"
"Daryl!" she called his name and immediately he was ready to fire from his crossbow. "Cherokee's Rose."
He looked at her a little surprised, not expecting her to know the story. Daryl saw her picking it up and handing it to him.
"I'm sure it's a sign that we're close to her. Here," she said. "Give this to Carol."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the main Sophia searcher."
The road back home was much quicker, even if it was spent in complete silence. As soon as they entered the territory of the farm, they saw their people were making themselves a home. The tents were already put up, they strained the laundry lines and created a small fire pit for a fire in the middle of the tents.
"Charlie!" she heard her name being called. She tore her eyes from the surroundings and turned them in the direction of the voice. Glenn was going in their direction, waving his hand.
"You're back already?" she asked, holding her hand to her eyes, shielding herself from the sun.
"Yes." Glenn nodded, trying to cover his giddy smile and bouncing. He looked over at Daryl awkwardly. "I have to tell you something."
"Okay. Can I wash myself? I'm dirty." she said looking down at her t-shirt covered in blood.
Glenn nodded energetically and turned to walk away. "I'll be waiting in our tent."
She was watching his happy walk with his back straightened and head high up. It had a little bounce to his step as he was strolling away. He was definitely proud of something. "He did it," said Daryl.
"Hmm?" she turned to him, not really knowing what he said, as she was too focused on watching her friend.
"Funny business with the farmer's daughter."
"What funny business?" she furrowed her brows.
"Sex."
She gasped and opened her eyes wider. She didn't think that was the issue because in her opinion Maggie had different types of men. Besides, Glenn didn't look like a guy that is sleeping around, he looked innocent and pure. There was no way that he had sex with a girl he just met. However, Daryl was a man, he knew things. "You don't know that."
He scoffed and passed her by, to talk with Carol who was in the RV.
Charlie decided to throw the shirt away because it would be a waste of time to try and wash off the blood stains. So when she cleaned her face and arms, she entered the tent and took off her top clothing- not minding Glenn just sitting there. He tossed her a clean shirt, so she could cover up.
"Everything is good? You found something?"
"Daryl found a hiding spot in a farmhouse, but...I don't know." she shrugged.
"Are you hurt?"
Charlie shook her head.
"So? What's so exciting?" she asked, sitting on her sleeping bag and soon she was glad that she did because she would most definitely faint.
Glen smirked and nodded his head like a plastic dog that would be put in a car. "I had sex."
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