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sourwolf-sterek32 · 8 months

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Found You- Part 4

Summary: Nearly 10 years ago, you left home after a bad incident with your parents, Rick and Lori Grimes. In that time, you married a redneck down south and started a family. But it all came crashing down when the dead started to walk.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: language, violence, blood

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3

A/N- To the beautiful woman who has commissioned this mini series, thank you! And I hope you enjoy this new part.

*Months Later*

It had started out as a normal, average day in Alexandria, but life as you knew it turned from peaceful to chaotic within the span of 24 hours.

"Boys, breakfast!" Daryl shouted over his shoulder while flipping pancakes from the frying pan to the plate.

The word 'breakfast' was like a trigger word in the Grimes-Dixon house because every single resident suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Daryl rolled his eyes but didn't stop the greedy hands stealing pancakes from the stack while you stood beside him making your sons sandwiches for school.

"I'll never get sick of waking up to this." Michonne commented, leaning between you both to take a couple pancakes from the bench.

"You and me both." Your father agreed, the two of them vanishing with the food just as quickly as they had appeared.

"They're a little on the burnt side, baby brother." Merle commented walking out the kitchen with a pancake in his hand.

"Make 'em yourself then!" Daryl shot back.

"I think they're good." Little Dean piped up shoving one of the pancakes in his mouth.

"Thanks, kiddo." Daryl smiled, reaching down to ruffle his son's hair. "Why don't ya put it in a bowl ‘n pour some syrup over it? Not too much though."

You put the knife down and pulled out two bowls from the cabinet above your head before holding them out to Dean. He flopped his bitten pancake into one of the bowls before grabbing a few more pancakes from the stack. He evenly divided up the food in the two bowls, one for him and one for his brother like he did every morning.

You went back to cutting up the sandwiches while watching Dean out the corner of your eye with the syrup to make sure he didn't drown the pancakes in too much sugar. But after all this time he seemed to have finally mastered the right amount of syrup to pancake ratio.

Ricky walked into the kitchen a couple minutes later and sat down at the table beside Dean who slid his bowl of pancakes over which Ricky eagerly started to eat, mumbling a 'thank you' with his mouth full of food.

"Ricky, what time-" You started to say before he cut you off.

"I don't wanna be called Ricky anymore." He announced, putting his fork down and looking over at you across the kitchen.

You paused mid slice through the bread before you glanced over at Daryl who met your gaze with an equally confused and surprised expression.

"Okay." You said slowly while turning to give him your full attention. "What do you want to be called?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "dunno."

"Your proper name is Richard." Daryl said, putting the frying pan in the sink before turning to face the boys. "What 'bout that?"

Ricky scrunched his face up, "doesn't Richard mean Dick?"

Merle's laughter echoed out from the lounge room at his nephew’s words but you pointily ignored the eldest Dixon and looked back over at your son.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Carl." Ricky answered, looking down at his empty bowl with an unreadable expression.

"Carl! Get in here!" You shouted, folding your arms across your chest as you leant back against the bench and a few seconds later you brother walked into the room.

"What?" He mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes like he had only just gotten out of bed.

"Why did you tell my son that Richard means Dick?"

That questioned seemed to snap Carl out of his tiredness and he stood up a bit straighter as his eyes swept between you, the boys, Daryl and back to you before he sighed.

"He was talking about not wanting to be called Ricky. I thought it was better for him to hear it from me rather than some other kid at school."

Ricky rolled his eyes, "you just wanted to end the conversation so you could go make out with Enid."

Daryl quickly covered up his laugh with a fake cough and you smirked behind your hand as Carl's eyes widened like his biggest secret had just been exposed. That kid definitely had a crush on this Enid girl.

"He's always hanging around Enid." Dean informed, looking over at you and Daryl.

"I am not." Carl exclaimed defensively.

"Isn't she dating Ron anyway? Why do you spend so much time with her?" Ricky questioned.

"I'm not discussing this with a couple of children."

"Children?" Ricky repeated, with a small chuckle of disbelief. "I'm not even two years younger than you and could kick your ass."

“In your dreams."

"Okay. Let's go." Ricky abruptly stood up from his chair, but Daryl was quick to move and stepped forward, grabbing his son by the back of his shirt.

"Alright, that's enough." Daryl ordered.

"We don't fight with family." You stated, pushing yourself away from the bench and walking over to them.

"Dad and Uncle Merle fight all the time." Ricky grumbled.

"Uncle Merle and I argue all the time. But we don't physically fight." Daryl explained, pushing Ricky back down into his chair.

Merle chose that moment to walk back into the kitchen with a shit eating grin. He opened his mouth about to correct Daryl and inform the kids that the two of them had definitely fought physically while they were younger and even when they were adults, but you quickly pointed at him and gave him a stern look causing Merle to snap his mouth shut instantly.

"We don't fight family. Okay? There's too much we have to fight these days, we shouldn't be fighting each other too." You simply explained, looking between the Dixons and Carl. "Now, Carl come get some breakfast. Boys put your bowls in the sink and go get changed for school."

"Thanks, and I'm sorry." Carl apologised, looking over at Ricky.

"Sorry too." Ricky replied.

Carl nodded before he swiped a few pancakes from the plate on the bench before he walked out the kitchen and went back upstairs to his bedroom.

"You would've won the fight." Dean whispered, leaning over to his brother.

Ricky smirked a little and Daryl snorted as the boys stood up and put their dishes in the sink before wandering off to go get ready for school.

Merle watched them walk off before he turned back towards the two of you, "they're definitely Dixons."

"I don't know if that's a good thing." You sighed, picking up the knife to finish cutting the sandwiches into triangles.

"It probably ain't. But it's funny as fuck." Merle responded.

Daryl rolled his eyes, "don't ever tell 'em about the fights we used to have."

"So, I shouldn't bring up the time you kicked me in the nuts, and I gave you a bloody nose when we were their age?" Merle asked, although by the sheepish tone in his voice it was clear he already knew the answer.

"Never tell that story." You said over your shoulder.

"Oh, come on. It had a nice ending. We made up 'n went squirrel hunting... then nearly got lost in the woods, but we made it back in one piece."

"Barely." Daryl muttered, walking over to the sink to start washing the dishes.

"I got the dishes. You get your brother out the house before I throw this peanut butter sandwich at him." You instructed, wrapping one of the sandwiches while Merle snickered from across the kitchen.

"On it." Daryl replied, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to your temple before he walked out the kitchen, grabbing his brother's arm along the way and dragging him out the room.

You chuckled softly under your breath, wrapping the last sandwich before placing them both on the kitchen table for your sons to grab soon. You got to quick work with the dishes and your father wandered back in with his and Michonne’s plates and grabbed a towel to help.

You handed your father a bowl which he took and began to dry off with a towel, but your eyes lingered on the butterfly stitches still covering the worst of the cuts on his face after the fight he had with Pete not too long ago.

Pete had been dangerous. He needed to be stopped and although a lot of the civilians in town were now fearful and untrusting of your father, you backed him 100% for what he did. Pete had to be stopped, so Rick killed him. It was as simple as that.

"How's the face?" You asked, eyeing the still healing bruises and cuts.

"It's probably seen better days." Your dad admitted with a chuckle. "It's fine though, doesn't hurt."

You nodded satisfied with that answer before you went back to washing the last bowl in the sink before pulling the plug to drain the water.

"Did Daryl tell you that we're doing a test run today?" Rick asked a few seconds later.

“Yeah. Are you sure you don't need me out there? I can help."

"I know you can." Rick smiled, putting the bowl down to look at you. "But we need to keep a few fighters here to look after everyone."

You sighed but didn't argue any further.

A few days prior Rick discovered a giant horde of walkers stuck in the quarry not too far from town. The horde were trapped inside by two semi-trucks blocking the exit, but apparently the trucks looked very close to shifting and once they did, that horde would be led straight to Alexandria.

A horde that size would barge straight through the walls, destroying everything.

So, a plan was set.

With Daryl on his bike, and Merle and Abraham in a car, they were going to lead the horde 20 miles away in the opposite direction. Rick had put together another group to be on either side of the horde and redirecting the dead if they started to veer off track.

The plan sounded simple enough, but you knew it had the possibility of turning south at the drop of a hat.

"Fresh coffee anyone?" Carol asked from somewhere behind you.

You turned around to find the woman standing by the bench pouring herself a cup of coffee. How long has she been standing there for?

"I'd love one, thanks." You wiped your hands on the end of Ricks towel before walking over to Carol who handed you a mug with a gentle smile.

You took a sip of the coffee before making your way out the front door to enjoy the warm drink peacefully on the porch.

"You got a better idea bro?" Daryl's voice snapped.

You looked up to find him and Merle by the motorcycle on the road in front of the house. Daryl was knelt beside the bike and seemed to be securing something with a cable tie while Merle stood behind him with a disapproving scowl.

"Yeah. Don't fucking break it next time."

"Real fuckin' helpful, thanks." Daryl muttered, glaring up at his brother over his shoulder.

Well, so much for drinking your coffee in peaceful silence.

Ricky suddenly walked out the front door with his backpack in his hand, "can I help?"

You looked over at the brothers by the bike before glancing through the front window at the clock on the wall inside the house.

"Only for a few minutes otherwise you'll be late for school." You explained.

"Come hold this for me. You'll be better help then your one-armed uncle over here." Daryl muttered, pointing the spanner at Merle.

"Screw you too." Merle responded.

Ricky dropped his backpack by your feet before running down the porch steps eager to help his dad with the bike. You leant against the railing sipping on your coffee while you watched the three of them together.

Daryl was patient, explaining things to Ricky while he worked, and your son nodded along with a hard look of concentration on his face trying to soak it all in.

"Ricky forgot his sandwich." Dean's voice suddenly said.

You glanced over your shoulder to find your youngest walking out the door with his backpack over his shoulders and his brother’s sandwich in his hand. He spotted Rickys bag by your feet and unzipped it, placing the sandwich inside without having to be asked and you smiled proudly at him.

"Thanks, sweetie. You ready for school?"

Dean nodded, "Carl already left though. He went out the back door."

Carl always walked to school with Ricky and Dean. Why would he sneak out the back door without them?

"He's ditching us for Enid." Dean further explained noticing your confusion.

Of course, he was.

"I can walk you boys to school if you want?"

"It's just down the road, mama." Dean rolled his eyes like your offer was totally ridiculous and you smiled softly at his reaction, but sorta hurt at the same time.

When did your boys get so grown up? It wasn't that long ago you were pushing them around in strollers before the dead were walking.

Time was going too quick.

"Can I just be called Rick? Like Grandpa?" Ricky suddenly said, standing up from where he had been kneeling beside the bike. He looked between Daryl and Merle before glancing over at you with wide hopeful eyes wanting your approval.

"Of course, sweetie. Rick is a good name, isn't it?" You said, glancing down at Dean who nodded.

"I think Rick is a mighty fine name." Your father suddenly said, walking out the front door with Judith in his arms.

"Of course, you do. You're bias." You replied quietly over your shoulder before looking back at Ricky. "You boys should head to school before you're late."

Dean quickly grabbed his brothers backpack before racing down the porch steps and jogging over to him. Ricky grabbed the bag, slinging it over his shoulders before they both waved goodbye as they walked down the street.

"Have a good day!" You shouted after them.

You leant back against the porch railing and watched your boys until they disappeared around the corner in the direction of school.

"Are you able to watch Judith? I gotta talk with Tobin and the others before doing the test run." Rick suddenly said, walking over to you.

"Of course."

He handed you the little girl who had gotten a lot bigger since you first arrived at Alexandria. Why were they all growing up so fast?

"Dixon’s, you good to head out in 20?" Rick asked, walking down the porch towards them and they both nodded.

"I'll go tell Abe and the others." Merle said, already making his way to the house next door.

Daryl continued to tinker away with his bike, and you finally got to enjoy some peacefulness with your morning coffee. Judith sat on your hip while you sipped away at your coffee enjoying the beautiful morning.

You sat down on the porch swing and bounced Judith on your knee. Your baby sister babbled away happily with not a care in the world. She had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow with the horde. So much could go wrong. So much could-

"Stop." Daryl's voice suddenly called out, snapping you from your thoughts.

He walked up the porch steps wiping grease from his hands before tucking the red rag into his back pocket and sitting down beside you.

"I can hear you thinkin'. Stop." He elaborated.

"I just have a bad feeling about this."

"It's gonna be fine. That's why Rick wants to do this test run today. If we find any issues with the plan, we will fix 'em before tomorrow."

Daryl pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his vest and lit one with his zippo before taking a deep drag. He exhaled the smoke with a turn of his head and held the burning cigarette away from Judith who was still in your lap and now fiddling with the dog tags around your neck.

"There's nothin' to worry 'bout." Daryl reassured.

You nodded, "I guess you're right.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence with your coffee and cigarette while Judith cooed and babbled softly to herself. Once Daryl finished his cigarette he reached over and picked up Judith from your lap and held the little girl against his chest, and you weren't surprised when she fell asleep against him almost instantly.

"I kinda miss the boys being this small." He randomly commented.

You glanced over at him taking in Judiths sleeping form and Daryl’s warm smile as he rubbed her back soothingly.

"They look cute as babies, but at least now we don't have any diapers to change or 3am feedings with the boys." You pointed out.

"That stuff ain't so bag."

You raised your eyebrows, "yeah? I'll tell my dad that and he'll have you on diaper duty for Judith."

Daryl snorted softly and opened his mouth to respond, but didn’t get the chance.

"Ready to get this show on the road?" Abraham's voice called out.

You looked up to find the redhead and Merle walking out the house next door. Daryl sighed but stood up and you did as well before he gently handed Judith back to you, the little girl still fast asleep.

"I'll see you later. Be safe." You said, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Carol's making a casserole for dinner. Try not to be late."

Daryl smiled, kissing you again before pulling away, his hand on your shoulder.

"Yes, ma'am."

You rocked Judith in your arms and watched Daryl join up with Merle and Abe before they walked away in the direction of the main gate where Rick and the others were no doubt waiting.

"I think Ron blames me for his father’s death. He hates me now." Jessie admitted with a heavy sigh.

You and Carol had decided to check in on Jessie after Pete's very public death recently. She was relieved that her abusive husband was dead, but her eldest son wasn't too happy.

"He'll come around." You reassured, not really knowing what else to say in this situation.

"How do you know?"

That was a good question.

You didn't know. You didn't know Jessie or Ron very well. But you had forgiven your father. The situations were drastically different, but if you could forgive Rick after spending over a decade hating him, you were sure Ron could forgive his mother.

"How do I know?" You repeated and Jessie nodded. "Because I used to hate Rick."

Jessie's eyes widened into saucers at your words, but you weren't going to tell her the details of that. It was none of her business and you and Rick had moved on.

"Why did you hate him? Rick is such a nice man. He's always so kind and helpful, and I know a few people are weary of him after he killed Pete, but don't worry, I'm not. Rick is a good man."

Right, you had forgotten about Jessie's massive crush on your father.

And now you remembered why you avoided hanging out with her. It felt like the real housewives whenever you hang out with her and the other mothers of Alexandria, all they did was gossip and talk about how attractive Rick Grimes was. You hated it.

"He is a good man, isn't he Y/N?" Carol responded, glancing over at you while hiding her smirk behind a coffee mug.

She knew you didn't like Jessie when she talked about your father. It was just weird listening to a woman gush and swoon over Rick like he was some kind of movie star.

You nodded, trying to play nice, "he is."

"He really is. You're both lucky to have him in your lives. I'll admit, I wasn't too sure of him when you all first showed up, but once he shaved that beard... oh, boy." Jessie continued to ramble, but you drained out her words and turned your attention to Judith who was playing with her toys on the carpet.

"Y/N?"

You looked up to find Jessie standing in the doorway. You hadn’t even realised that she got off the couch.

"I was just saying if Rick ever needs his hair cut, can you tell him that I'll be happy to do it?" She said with a bright smile before she walked out the room.

"I wonder why." You muttered under your breath.

Carol chuckled from the other couch, "give her a break. She just has a little crush on him."

"A little?"

"Okay. A big crush."

"It's gross." You responded.

Carol smirked, "it's entertaining."

"Well, I'm glad my uncomfortableness is entertaining for you." You said sarcastically.

Carol rolled her eyes before standing up from the couch and picking Judith up from the ground. "I'm gonna start making that casserole for dinner."

You quickly stood up too, "don't you dare leave me here with my dad’s wannabe lover."

"It'll be rude if we both just suddenly leave." Carol pointed out.

Yeah. That was true.

Jessie finally returned with a fresh cup of coffee but paused when she noticed you both standing.

"Sorry I-" Carol started to say but you cut her off.

"Sorry I need to go. Now that Pete is gone, it's just me and Denise with some form of medical background. I should go see how she's going. Bye."

You were out the door before either woman could say anything else. Was that rude? Probably. But if you had to sit there and deal with Jessie's over friendliness towards you just because of her crush on your dad, you would snap.

So, you began to make your way down the street because your excuse to leave was actually true. Neither you nor Denise were qualified to be a doctor, but you were the only choice Alexandria had.

You walked through the front door of the infirmary to find Denise sitting on the floor with an open book in her lap and thicker medical textbooks stacked up beside her.

"Hey. How are you doing?"

Denise looked up at your voice, pushing her glasses back in place as she gave you a tight smile.

"I'm okay... it's hard being the new doctor. I'm a little nervous." She admitted.

"I might not be as trained as you, but I still have some medical training and I'm always here to help."

Your words seemed to relax the other woman slightly as she closed the book in her lap and looked up at you properly.

"I'm a psychiatrist. I went to med school. I was even going to be a surgeon, but after the panic attacks I got really interested in psychology. Now I wish I had stuck to being a surgeon." She chuckled nervously. "I'm really trying to lower expectations here."

You smiled, "you and me both. But we can learn and get better together. What are you studying at the moment?"

"Veins and arteries." She answered, picking up the textbook. "Not very exciting."

"Well, let's make it exciting."

The next 30 minutes were spent sitting on the floor of the infirmary together studying the textbook about veins and arteries which, yeah, wasn't that exciting, but Denise appreciated the help.

Denise began writing a cheat sheet on a blackboard and you grabbed a piece of chalk to help her when sudden screaming erupted from outside.

"What the hell?" Denise questioned, looking up from the cheat sheet in confusion.

You were already on your feet and rushing to the window to see what was happening. Your mouth parted in a silent scream when you saw a man standing in the middle of the street cutting the limbs from a dead body on the road.

What the fuck?

A woman suddenly ran screaming from her house across the road, catching the man’s attention and you watched in horror as he threw the axe at her, the blade spearing straight through her chest. Another man marched out the very same house with a knife in his hand, no doubt the reason why she had been screaming in the first place and the man grinned when he saw her dead body.

Holy fuck.

Alexandria was under attack.

"What's going on out- Oh my God!" Denise shrieked, seeing the bodies across the street.

Both men spun around at her voice, and you quickly covered her mouth with your hand and pulled her down below the window out of sight. You held Denise in front of you, neither of you daring to speak. Denise kept her petrified eyes locked with yours and you slowly lowered your hand from her mouth before putting an index finger to your lips in a hushing motion.

Denise nodded ever so slightly before you lifted your head and peaked out the window to find both men marching towards the infirmary. You quickly reached for your knife, but nothing was there.

Looking down you came to the horrible realisation that you had forgotten to put your weapons belt on this morning. It was still sitting on the desk in your bedroom. You hadn’t even thought about it, hell, if you were being honest, you probably hadn’t worn it for a while. You had become complacent in Alexandria. Too complacent.

You spared a quick glance to the front door but knew there wasn’t enough time to lock it.

Shit.

"They're coming. I need a weapon." You whispered, your eyes frantically scanning the room for anything you could use before Denise grabbed a scalpel off the bench beside her.

"I-I can't fight. I don't know how.”

You took the tool from her and stood up, ushing her across the room, "hide in the back room. Use the scissors on the desk and stab anyone who enters. Got it?"

You didn’t wait for her to answer before you closed the door, shutting her away safely before you ducked down behind one of the gurneys just as the front door slammed open.

The men slowly entered, surveying the room as they walked around. You watched their boots from under the gurney, the scalpel gripped tightly in your hand.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are. We know you're in here."

One of them began walking in your direction and you raised the scalpel in front of you defensively. Just as the man stepped past the gurney, you stabbed the blade through his thigh, sliding it in deep to hit the artery.

The man shouted in pain, and you yanked the scalpel out, relieved when blood instantly started to gush from the wound. You jumped to your feet and sprinted across the room away from him and only just managed to duck out the way when his axe came flying through the air. It whizzed past your head and imbedded into the wall behind you with a loud bang.

The man began to rush towards you, but only made it a few steps before his body collapsed to the ground from blood loss, his entire pant leg stained a deep crimson.

The commotion caught the other guy’s attention because he walked out the small room he had been searching and froze when he saw his friend lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His dark eyes flashed over to you and his expression hardened.

"You're fucking dead."

You spun around and grabbed the wooden handle of the axe to pull it from the wall, but it was stuck. You could hear the man getting closer behind you as you pulled and yanked at the axe, but it wouldn't budge.

His footsteps thundered behind you, and you ducked to the left and turned to face him just as the man swung his knife but missed and stumbled forward from the momentum of the swing not expecting you to dodge it. You slashed the scalpel across his throat and jumped backwards trying to put some distance between you.

The man opened his mouth, but no words came out as he grabbed his neck just as blood began to flow from the thin but lethal cut. He gasped and choked, blood seeping between his fingers at his failing attempt to stop the flow, and within a minute, he was dead on the floor.

You quickly knelt and pried the knife from his hand before stabbing the blade through his skull to stop him from turning.

"Denise, it's all clear. You can come out!" You shouted, walking over to the other guy who was now also dead, and you stabbed his head too.

The door to the back room creaked open and Denise hesitantly stepped out with the scissors gripped in her hand tightly. Her eyes flashed between you and the dead bodies in pure shock.

"How-how did you do that?" She stuttered.

"Femoral artery." You said pointing at the first guy before pointing to the other. "And carotid arteries. Turns out that textbook was actually useful."

Denise just stared at you in shock before shaking her head and letting out a hysterical laugh. You smiled, laughing with her. Nothing about this was even remotely funny, but you couldn't help it.

"Do you think there's more?" She asked once she managed to stop laughing.

Your stomach dropped.

The boys.

The clock on the wall told you that school was finished for the day. Where would your kids be?

"I have to find my kids."

"What do I do?"

"Stay here. Lock the door behind me." You instructed and Denise nodded following you to the front door. "I'll come back as soon as I can."

"Go. Be careful." She replied, giving you a nervous smile before you walked out the door and she hurriedly locked it behind you.

You ducked around the side of the infirmary and jogged around the back of Alexandria along the fence line behind the houses, using the buildings as cover compared to the open main street. People were still screaming, and you wanted to help them, but not until you knew your boys were safe. They were the only things that mattered.

Suddenly a crash boomed across the community and the tall wall beside you shuttered before a very loud horn sounded and didn't turn off.

Where the hell was that coming from?

You didn't get long to wonder what was happening because the next thing you knew, your body was slammed into the metal wall, hard. You threw your arm back, trying to stab whoever was attacking you, but they knocked the weapon from your grasp.

The person spun you around, your back now pinned to the wall and you came face to face with a 'W' scarred into the man’s forehead.

Wait... Daryl told you about the people that jumped him and Aaron during their last run out the walls, he said they had W's on their heads. This had to be them.

The man in front of you snarled, exposing his crooked yellow teeth before his hands wrapped around your neck tightly.

He lifted your body until your feet weren’t touching the ground, your back pressed against the wall behind you. The fingers around your throat were like a vice getting tighter and tighter by the second.

The horn was still blasting loudly in the background, drowning out the screams of civilians and you stared at the scarred W, thinking this was the end.

Daryl hadn't been expecting to lead a horde of walkers away from Alexandria today.

The test run had turned into the real thing when one of the trucks blocking the horde in the quarry tipped over and that was all it took for the horde to spill out.

The plan was simple enough. He just had to ride his bike alongside Merle and Abraham in their car, leading the horde down the main road in the opposite direction of Alexandria. The others were going to be on either side of the horde, stopping any stragglers from wandering off and leading the horde away from the road.

It was a simple plan.

So how the fuck did it go so wrong?

Daryl had no idea, but there was shouting and commotion coming from the walkie talkie strapped to his shoulder and he had no clue what was going on.

"Rick!" He shouted into the walkie, raising his voice above the loud rumble of his bike's engine and growls from the dead behind him.

"I'm here."

"What's goin' on back there?"

"Half of them broke off. They're going toward Alexandria." Rick responded through the walkie.

Daryl's heart skipped a beat. Half of the walkers were now heading towards Alexandria? Towards his wife and kids? How did half the horde suddenly turn back around in the opposite direction?

"Towards you?" Abraham's voice questioned over the radio.

"We ran ahead. There's a horn or something loud coming from the east. It's not stopping."

Daryl reached for the walkie on his shoulder and held in the button before shouting, "I'm gonna gas it up, turn back."

"We have it. You keep going." Rick ordered.

Daryl gritted his teeth and shook his head. No, he couldn't just keep going, not when his family were in danger.

"They're gonna need our help." He said instead.

"Gotta keep the herd moving!" Rick insisted over the radio.

"Not if it's goin' down, we don't!"

"The rest of that herd turns around, the bad back there gets worse."

Daryl kept his hand on the walkie, but remained silent as a million different thoughts and scenarios ran through his head and he had absolutely no idea what to do. Rick always called the shots and Daryl usually agreed, but not with this. Not when you and the boys were back in Alexandria where half the herd were heading.

"Daryl?" Rick called through the radio.

"Yeah, I heard ya." He reassured before dropping his hand with a heavy sigh.

He glanced over his shoulder at the herd of walkers behind him before looking over at his brother in the passenger seat of the car. Merle was already looking straight at him with a shake of his head, knowing exactly what Daryl wanted to do.

He rode the bike over closer to the car, "hey! We gone five miles out yet?"

"Give or take some yardage. You got a reason for asking?" Abraham questioned, glancing over at him from behind the wheel.

Merle was still shaking his head, but Daryl chose to ignore it.

"Next intersection we're gonna spin around 'n go back."

"We have our orders, baby brother." Merle reminded. "The plan is to go 15 more."

"Yeah, I'm gonna change that. Five's gonna have to work."

"The magic number's 20. That's the mission. That's making sure they're off munching on infirm raccoons the rest of their undead lives instead of any of us." Abe responded sternly.

"You wanna go, ain't no way we can stop ya. But without you, they could stop us." Merle pointed out, motioning towards the dead behind them. "Y/N can take care of herself. Alexandria will be fine."

Daryl glanced between the two men in the car for a moment before focusing back on the road ahead, deep in thought.

What the hell was he meant to do?

He couldn’t just not do anything when his wife and kids were going to be in danger. And why was a horn honking near Alexandria? Something was definitely wrong, he could feel it in his gut, but he couldn't just leave his brother and Abraham to do this by themselves, could he?

He remained silent, riding the bike for another minute beside the car when his eyes caught a glimpse of an old, faded Alexandria sign on the side of the road from the old days, and that was all the convincing he needed.

"Nah, I got faith in ya!" Daryl shouted, sparing one last glance at his brother and Abraham before he turned the throttle and sped off down the road.

"Daryl!" Merle yelled, but he was already gone.

The man’s bruising grip around your neck was getting tighter. Your vision was starting to fade as you tried and failed to pry his fingers away.

You were going to die. This was it.

"Get away from our mum, asshole!"

A gunshot cracked through the air and the man choking you instantly released you with a cry of pain.

Without him holding you up, you collapsed to the ground on your hands and knees gasping and coughing trying to get air back into your lungs as you grabbed your tender neck.

“Touch her again, I shoot you again.” A familiar voice warned.

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. But standing off to the left was Ricky with a handgun drawn and Dean beside him with his slingshot raised.

Holy shit.

The big man that had been choking you was standing to the side holding his now bleeding arm, but his hard eyes were locked in on Ricky. You reached blindly for your knife that you had dropped earlier just as the man began to charge straight at the kids.

“NO!” You screamed jumping to your feet just as Ricky squeezed the trigger.

The man stumbled back a step grabbing his chest before dropping to the ground, dead.

Ricky killed him.

You quickly picked up your knife from the grass before stabbing him through the skull to make sure he didn’t turn.

"Mama!" Dean called, rushing over and before you could do anything, he flung his arms around your midsection and hugged you tightly.

You sighed with relief and hugged him back before glancing over at Ricky who was still standing there with a trembling gun pointed at the dead man.

You released Dean and slowly walked over to Ricky. His eyes were wide and hands shaking while he stared down at the dead body in pure shock.

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay. Give me the gun.” You said gently, carefully reaching down and grabbing the top of the Glock before slowly pulling it out of Rickys grasp. “That’s it. It’s okay. We’re all okay.”

Ricky nodded, his wide eyes finally shifting away from the body until bright blue met your hazel eyes.

“I shot the hell out of that guy, huh?”

You snorted softly at his choice of words before kneeling in front of him and grabbing his shoulder with your free hand.

“You did the right thing, kiddo. You saved us.”

“I just did what dad and Grandpa would’ve done.” Ricky mumbled, shrugging his shoulders like he was trying not to make this a big deal.

It was a big deal though.

He just killed his first person. It was a huge deal, and if the way his body trembled a little in your hold told you anything, he knew it too. Although, like a true Dixon, he wasn’t going to say it.

"Are you okay?" Ricky asked, his eyes shifting down to your neck that was probably already starting to bruise.

You nodded looking both boys in front of you up and down for any injuries, but they seemed to be okay.

"I'm fine. Are you both okay?"

Ricky nodded, glancing over at his little brother, "we're good."

“Where did you get the gun?”

“Rosita.”

“Rosita?” You repeated in confusion and Ricky nodded. “Where is she now?”

“Fighting. She gave me the gun and told us to run and hide.”

"Why are they attacking Alexandria?" Dean asked, glancing over at the dead body.

"Because they are bad men. Really bad men. So, I need you both to be brave for me, okay?"

They instantly nodded before you stood back up and walked over to the dead man. You went through his pockets trying to find anything useful before locating a pocketknife.

Better than nothing.

"Dean, here. To open the pocketknife, you flick the blade open with your thumb just like this.” You demonstrated, holding the knife out and opening it in front of him. “To close it, you do this. So, open, like this. And close like this. Here you try.”

Dean quickly tucked his slingshot in through his belt and grabbed the pocketknife before repeating your actions to open and close the knife with ease.

“Perfect. Good boy. If you have to use it, stab 'em with the pointy end." You instructed and Dean nodded before you held your hunting knife out to Ricky who took it without hesitation. “You okay?” You asked carefully, knowing that killing a man wasn’t easy, especially for a kid.

“I’m good. What’s the plan?” Ricky asked, determination on his face.

“We're going to our house. We’ll be moving quickly and quietly, so stick to me like glue."

"Like glue." They both repeated.

You nodded, "c'mon."

To your relief, the boys listened and were right behind you with each step as you rushed around the back of Alexandria in the direction of your house.

Not even 10 steps later, you ducked down behind a cluster of bushes, pulling your sons down beside you when a man with a machete stepped out the back door of a house.

Droplets of blood beaded down the stained blade while the man stormed around the side of the house, heading for the main road completely oblivious to you three hiding nearby.

The boys remained silent beside you, their wide eyes watching the bad man nervously and once he was out of sight you motioned for them to follow before continuing to make your way to your house.

Ricky and Dean followed you like shadows all the way to the house and you opened up the back door only to be met with a barrel of a rifle.

"Easy. Easy. It's me." You hurriedly said, raising your hands as you looked over the gun at your brother.

His eyes widened and he quickly lowered it before stepping to the side letting you three into the house. You locked the back door behind you before glancing around the house, realising that Carl was alone.

"Where are the others?"

"Judith is locked in her room. Carol is out there somewhere, and Dads group isn't back yet." Carl answered.

Shit. Okay. That meant most of Alexandria’s fighters weren't here.

Carol, Maggie, Rosita, Tara and Aaron. Were they the only others left in the town that could fight? Surely there were others that could fight. There had to be.

"Okay. You boys stay inside, guard the house and protect Judith." You ordered.

Carl nodded, "nobody is getting inside this house."

"Wait, you're not going back out there, are you?" Dean asked in sudden panic.

"That woman nearly killed you." Ricky reminded.

"I have to go. These attackers don't have guns, so I can't let them find the armoury." You explained because if these people found all the guns, the community was screwed.

"Then I'll come with you." Ricky responded.

"No. You need to stay here. Give me the knife and take this.” You said, holding out the Glock towards him.

“But you need it.”

“I’ll get a gun from the armoury. Take it. Protect Judith and protect each other, okay?"

Your eldest looked like he wanted to argue further but realised now was not the time, so he reluctantly nodded trading the knife for the Glock before you glanced over at Carl.

"We got this." Your brother insisted. "Go."

"Lock it behind me." You instructed, walking through the back door once again.

You didn't leave until you heard the click of the bolt confirming that the door was locked.

The armoury was priority number one.

You needed to secure the armoury, get a gun and then find the others. One-on-one against these guys would be bad but if you were together, you'd stand a chance.

The loud honking had finally stopped, but you barely noticed while you ran along the side of the house, peaking out into the main street.

There were a few attackers running around with various melee weapons, but none had any guns. Good.

Once the attackers had turned their backs, you sprinted along the side of the street while they weren’t looking. You ducked and weaved out of trees and bushes for cover until someone suddenly stepped out from behind a porch and yanked you behind the porch steps.

You raised your knife to attack the person, but then they quickly lowered the bandana from their face and removed the black hood over their head.

"Carol?" You whispered in shock.

She was wearing their clothes and had W painted on her forehead with what looked to be blood. She was camouflaging with them. Genius.

"It's me. Here."

She pulled out a scoped rifle from her shoulder which you quickly grabbed, pulling the bolt back to check the chamber before throwing it over your shoulder with the strap.

"You went to the armoury?" You asked as she pulled out a handgun and handed it over as well.

"Yeah, it's secure. Olivia is locked inside with a gun to shoot anyone who tries to enter." She explained like she could read your mind. "There's not many left. Morgan doesn’t want to kill them, but you can."

Wait, Morgan was back? Why was he back and not the others?

"You can count on me." You replied, figuring those questions could wait.

Carol handed over spare magazines which you hastily pocketed before a scream across the street caught your attention.

You leant out from behind the porch step and quickly pulled the rifle from your shoulders when you spotted a woman sprinting from a man with a knife.

Holding the butt of the gun securely against your shoulder, you lined up the crosshairs of the scope with the man before aiming slightly in front of him and squeezing the trigger.

"Nice shot." Carol observed from beside you as the man's body fell to the ground, dead. "I can blend in with these people, but I need you up high with that sniper. Can you do that?"

You glanced up at the house behind you noting the upstairs window. That would work.

"Give me a minute to get into place and I'll be your sniper."

Carol nodded before you jumped to your feet and rushed up the porch steps into a stranger’s house. You had no idea whose house this was, but it didn't matter. Nobody was inside and within a minute, you had the window open on the second floor with the sniper raised.

Carol was still hidden by the porch steps waiting for you to get into position. You weren't entirely sure how to signal to her that you were ready, but when you spotted another attacker across the street, you lined up the sights and fired a shot.

The man, like the other, instantly fell to the ground, dead.

A few seconds later, Carol dashed across the street and stabbed her knife into the two men you had just killed, hitting their brains so they couldn't come back to life.

You watched Carol through the scope as she made her way around the community camouflaging in with the attackers and stabbing them when they least expected it, and the ones that fought back, you easily shot.

She was badass. No other word for it.

During your time in Alexandria, Carol had been playing the 'innocent housewife' she had the whole community of Alexandria fooled into thinking that she was a weak defenceless woman, but you knew the truth, and despite the situation, it was nice to see her in action.

You pulled the bolt back, ejecting the empty bullet shell just when you caught a glimpse of Aaron fighting with a man down beside a house further down the road.

Actioning the bolt, you loaded a bullet in the chamber before lining up the crosshairs over the bad guy’s head, but you couldn't pull the trigger, not when Aaron was in the line of fire. He continued to fight against the man, but it was a losing battle, and he clearly knew it too.

Aaron took a swing at his attacker causing the bad man to stumble back a step at the unexpected hit and that was all you needed before you squeezed the trigger. The gunshot rung out across the community and the man fell to the ground with a bullet hole through his head.

Aaron jumped backwards in surprise, his wide eyes scanning his surroundings trying to locate where the gunshot had come from before he spotted you up in the window and he nodded his thanks. You gave him a two fingered salute before actioning the bolt again and scanning Alexandria through the scope.

"Glenn. I'm in place by my best guess. You guys make it back yet?" Ricks voice suddenly said through the radio, followed by silence. "Glenn? Tobin, you there?"

Daryl's bad feeling from earlier was worsening by the second when the others stopped responding through the radio.

"Daryl?" Rick said after a few beats of silence.

He reached for the radio with his free hand, "I'm here."

"Won't be long now." Rick explained, relief evident through his tone after someone replied to him. "They're almost here. I'll get them going your way again."

"How 'bout that, brother? He's gonna be comin' our way." Merles cocky voice suddenly said over the radio and Daryl fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"There's gunfire coming from back home." Rick suddenly said.

Daryl squeezed the brakes so hard, he nearly crashed the bike as he came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road.

"What?!" He shouted into the radio.

"There's gunfire coming from Alexandria." Rick repeated calmly. "We gotta sit with it and hope they can handle it. I think they can. They have to."

"And if they can't? Y/N is in Alexandria, Rick!" Daryl all but shouted.

"I know. But we have to keep going forward for her, for them all. Can't turn back 'cause we're afraid."

"We ain't afraid." Abraham's voice pipped up.

"Going back now before it's gone, that'd be for us." Rick continued to say.

"Man, I don't give a shit. My wife 'n kids are in trouble." Daryl snapped, unable to hold back his anger any longer as he tapped the bike into gear and sped off down the road.

He couldn't risk losing them. Not now. Not after everything you guys had survived. He couldn't. He wouldn't survive if they didn't. No way.

"You think I don't know that?!" Rick snapped back. "She might be your wife, but Y/N is my daughter. She's my little girl. I hate this as much as you do. Carl and Judith are back there too, but we have to do this for them. Y/N and the others can handle whatever is going on. I know my daughter can do it and she will. Look, the herd has to be almost here-"

Ricks voice got cut off by sudden gunfire through the walkie talkie and Daryl hastily grabbed the walkie from his shoulder, heart pounding in his chest.

"Rick? Rick?!"

When he didn't receive any answers, he skidded the motorcycle to a rapid halt in the middle of the road once again.

"Rick? Rick? Rick?" He continued to shout, but no answer.

He growled letting go of the walkie and grabbing both handlebars. His fingers tightened around them as he lowered his head and took in a few deep breaths to calm himself.

He had to go back. He had to finish the job and help lead the remaining horde away.

"Fuck!" He screamed in frustration before pulling the clutch in and turning around.

You had lost count of the number of bad guys you had shot, but by the amount of bullet casings on the floor by your feet, it was a lot.

There was no sign of anymore bad guys though. The streets of Alexandria below were finally quiet. No more screaming, no crying, no horn honking, nothing.

Was it over?

God, you hoped it was over.

Throwing the rifle over your shoulder, you stood up from your position by the window before making your way downstairs and out the house.

You walked down the main street of Alexandria with your handgun grasped firmly by your side as you took in the sight around you. Dead bodies of innocent Alexandrians littered the empty street like a massacre. The bodies of the attackers laid dead around you too, blood staining the bitumen road and once green grass of the community.

It felt like you were in a scene from a horror movie while you stepped over the dead, stabbing them all through the skulls just to be on the safe side.

"Help-help me, p-please." A weak voice suddenly called out.

Your head snapped to the side and your eyes widened when you saw one of the Alexandrian housewives laying on their front lawn in a pool of their own blood.

Fuck, that wasn't good.

You rushed over, dropping to your knees beside the woman to find a very large gash across her stomach that was bleeding heavily, too heavily. The woman reached up, grabbing your shirt for dear life, her bloodied fingers staining your white shirt a bright crimson.

"It's okay. I got you. It's okay." You reassured, pulling your unzipped jacket off before bundling it up and pressing it down against her stomach causing the woman to cry out in pain. "Shh. It's going to be fine. You're going to be fine."

That was a total lie, and she probably knew it too.

There was too much blood. Even if you could get her to the infirmary, her entire stomach was cut open and there was no way you nor Denise would be able to do that kind of surgery to fix it.

Her body was trembling below you, but you kept pressure on the large wound because you weren't sure what else to do. Although, after a couple of minutes her fingers fell from your shirt and her body stilled.

She was dead.

"Shit." You let out a shaky sigh, dropping your hands from the bloodied jumper against her stomach.

Warm blood dripped from your fingers onto the grass as you sat there on your knees unmoving while you stared down at her.

"She's gone." Morgan's voice suddenly said.

Yeah, no shit.

You glanced over your shoulder to find the man walking over to you, his wooden staff resting on his shoulder.

"I know." You sighed, "where are the others? What happened?"

"The trucks at the quarry fell. We had to do the plan now."

"Now? As in move the horde now?" You questioned in pure shock, and he nodded. "But that horn from earlier-"

"Is drawing half the herd here, right now. Yes."

"Fuck." You hissed under your breath. "What caused the horn?"

"A truck hit the front wall. Those attackers tried to break it down. It didn't work."

"Is the wall still standing?"

"It is." He nodded, and you sighed with relief.

If half that herd of walkers was heading straight for Alexandria, you needed that wall up. Although, you weren't entirely sure how useful any of these walls would be against a large herd. If enough of them pushed against it, it would break.

You slowly stood up on unsteady feet. All your adrenaline from earlier disappearing fast as the shock of this whole situation started to set in.

"Are you okay?" Morgan asked, noticing your unsteadiness.

Nope.

"Yeah."

Daryl, Rick and Merle were still out there somewhere. The street of Alexandria was covered in dead bodies. A herd of walkers were heading straight for the community. No, you definitely weren't okay.

"I gotta go." You said, already walking off in the direction of the infirmary.

There wasn't much you could do for the dead, but you could at least help Denise with the injured. However, when you stepped through the front door of the infirmary you realised that there weren’t any patients inside, alive ones at least.

Denise was halfway through covering a woman’s body with a blanket over one of the gurneys when she paused and looked up, hearing the front door open.

Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears, but seemed to be determined to not let them fall as she gave you a sad smile and lowered the blanket over the blonde woman’s head.

"Is it over?" Denise asked, her voice so small you nearly missed it.

"It's over." You confirmed.

She sighed with relief before collapsing down on the stool by the bench that Tara was sitting at.

"How many are injured? I can help you guys-" Tara started to say before you cut her off.

"None. All the ones that were injured are dead. I tried to save... it doesn't matter." You sighed, looking down at your bloodstained shirt and hands.

"Some doctors we are." Denise mumbled, glancing over at the body under the blanket.

"At least you guys tried to save them. I mean, Holly had pretty bad wounds, there wasn't much you could do Denise, and Y/N, by the amount of blood on your shirt, I'm guessing there wasn't a lot you could do either, but you both still tried. That's gotta count for something." Tara insisted, looking between you both.

"I second that fact. You both are a lot braver than I am." Eugene said, speaking up for the first time across the room.

If you were being honest, you hadn't even realised the man was here which was probably very bad on your part, but it had been a long day.

Satisfied that your assistance wasn't needed in the infirmary, you returned back outside to find Michonne and a few of the others now inside Alexandria. But the relief of seeing them was only short lived.

After a brief conversation with Michonne, it was clear that the plan from earlier with the herd at the quarry went to shit. A lot of people died. Glenn and a few others were still missing. Daryl, Merle and Abraham were still trying to lead the main herd away with vehicles while Rick was out there somewhere trying to use the RV to drive the herd coming to Alexandria away.

It was chaos, and there was nothing you could do to help.

"Glenn will find a way to signal that he's alive." Michonne told Maggie.

"She's right." You backed up, looking between the two women. "He'll be fine. They all will be."

Maggie gave you a small smile as she nodded, but you could tell she was still worried. Hell, so were you, but you didn't want to say that aloud.

You wandered over to the ladder tied against the watch platform before you began to climb up to get a look at the truck that had apparently crashed into the front wall.

There was a large wooden tower-like structure just outside of Alexandria. It provided a good lookout point for the community. You had been up there many times, and it appeared that the truck the attackers were driving had crashed into the lower base of the tower before hitting the wall.

The tower now had a large crack through the middle of it but was still standing and must have slowed the truck down enough before it hit the wall because there wasn't much damage.

You had been expecting to find metal panels bent in or worse, fallen over, but the wall's structure was perfectly fine which was a miracle in itself.

"Open the gate!" A faint yet familiar voice shouted in the distance.

You turned your attention away from the tower and your jaw dropped in horror when you saw the mass number of walkers in the distance heading straight towards Alexandria.

Oh, no.

"Open the gate! Open the gate now!" Rick's voice shouted.

Wait, was he with the herd?

You quickly pulled the rifle from your back and looked through the scope towards the walkers and your stomach dropped when you spotted your father sprinting a few paces ahead of the herd, desperately trying to get to Alexandria before the dead.

"Open the gate!" You shouted, lowering the gun and looking down at Michonne and Maggie, who seemed to have already heard your fathers’ shouts and were yanking the front gate open.

Raising your rifle, you rested your head against the stock while looking through the scope towards your father only to find that a few walkers had stumbled out from the sides of the road, cutting him off.

Shit.

Without hesitation, you lined up the walkers and began to take them out one by one, creating a clear path for him to run. Rick spared a quick glance up at the watch platform noticing it was you with the rifle before he stopped trying to dodge the oncoming walkers, trusting you to take them out while he simply focused on running for his life.

The sudden pressure caused your finger to tremble against the trigger, but you made sure every single shot counted. You took the walkers down until your father finally sprinted through the front gate and the girls closed it behind him.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief, ejecting the last casing from the chamber before throwing the rifle over your shoulder and hurriedly rushing down the ladder of the watch platform.

Rick was hunched over by the gate, his hands resting on his knees as he breathed heavily, sucking in fast deep breaths. His body was trembling and covered in sweat like he had just run a marathon to get here which he probably did.

His left hand was bleeding from what appeared to be a cut on his palm, but other than that he didn't appear to have any other physical injuries.

"Dad, are you okay?" You questioned, rushing over.

Your voice had him lifting his head instantly and he stumbled a few steps towards you before he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you desperately.

"Thank God. Thank God. Thank God." He mumbled repeatedly while breathing heavily.

The hug caught you off guard, but you were quick to hug him back as you stared over his shoulder at the front gate where you were met with the rotten faces of walkers pressed against it, trying to get inside.

The sea of the dead had now reached Alexandria.

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What will you write?

I'll write most things, though currently, I'm best known for my Pokemon stuff. However, I'm willing to try my hand at most things. I'll write OC, Fanfiction, or original stories of most genres. I'm mostly good at Romance, Angst, and Horror, but I'm willing to try my hand at whatever.

For OC or original stories (Or even fanfiction for fandoms I don't know.) I will ask for descriptions of the characters, as well as their personalities and backstories, as well as some references for how they act. Whether these references are art, videos, audio, or other writings, any references help a ton!

So, what won't you write?

Explicit NSFW: While this may change in the future, as of now, I will not be doing anything explicitly NSFW. Steamy romance and mildly horny scenes are fine, and so are fade to blacks, but I will not do anything directly explicit.

Extreme gore: As much as I'll do gore, I have my limits, and if it's enough viscera to make a slasher film, that is far too much.

Anything that is Racist/anti-Semitic/anti-LGBT/Hate speech: Anything that fits into this general area is by far a no-go for very obvious reasons.

Fanfiction of real people

Incest or Minor/adult romance: No exceptions.

Do you have examples of your work?

Yes indeed! My AO3 has all my references, so if you want to see how my writing looks you can see there. You may also find some of my writing under the "#Writing stuff" tag!

What are the prices?

It'll be 15 USD for 1k words and an extra 10 dollars for every thousand after that.

I will do up to 5000 words!

Payment will be through either PayPal or Cash App.

How does it all work?

First, you send me a Tumblr PM and we discuss what exactly you want for a story. Then I'll send you a rough outline, after which you'll pay half, and I get to writing.

After I finish, I'll send you a small preview of the final product. After you pay the second half, I'll send you the .docx and .pdf files of the commission and do small tweaks and fixes as needed at the end.

Anything else I should know?

Please keep in mind that writing can take time, and while I will try to get you the commission ASAP, stuff sometimes gets in the way. I will keep you informed on progress as best I can.

Also, I can and will decline any commissions for any reason, and if I have started working on it when these reasons come up, you will be fully refunded.

With that, you have all you need to know! I hope to hear from some of you soon!

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candycandy00 · 3 months

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Choose Your Own Price Fanfic Commissions

I’m now open for commissions!!!!!

If you’d like to request a fanfic from me, here’s how to do it!

What You’ll Get:

A one-shot fic. I never even look at word counts and the idea of being restricted by such a thing scares me so I can only say that it will be a one-part story around the same length as my other one-shots. Look over my master list for plenty of examples (in particular, look over the requests I’ve filled).

I can’t give a specific time frame but, depending on whether or not I’m currently working on something, it will probably take me around 5-10 days to complete it. When we discuss your commission, I’ll be able to give you a clearer time frame.

What You Can Request:

All of the rules on my Welcome Post still apply. No minors, no animals, no scat/pee/vomit. I can do SFW or NSFW. Any genre (though I warn you that I suck at comedy). I’m fine with doing dark content like horror, gore, rape, etc. I’m fine with doing AU’s, sequels to my previous fics, anything like that. If something is a little too far out of my wheelhouse, I might have to say no, or perhaps “dumb it down” a bit. I’m not going to do a ton of research. Like if you want an AU set in a very specific historical setting, please don’t expect total historical accuracy. I’ll do my best to capture the feel of what you want but that’s all I can promise.

I can do Character x Reader or Character x Character. I’m also willing to do “threesome” situations, like Gojo x Reader x Geto for example. But no more than two canon characters per commission.

I’m fine with doing fem, masc, or gender neutral characters. I’m fine with any/all sexualities. I won’t write Reader as a specific race. I can do some specifications such as a chubby Reader, short Reader, etc. as well as some personality traits (example: shy Reader). But please don’t get super specific on the Reader if you can help it.

I will write for the following characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Twice, Spinner, and Hawks (My Hero Academia) - Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, and Choso (Jujutsu Kaisen). If you want something from a different series, feel free to ask. I might not feel comfortable doing it if I’m not real into the character, or not familiar enough with them, but there’s no harm in asking!

I’m also willing to write for general concepts like “Vampire x Reader” or “Serial Killer x Reader”. You must be able to describe the concept character (the vampire or the serial killer in the examples I gave) and possibly send image references.

Price:

I’m very uncomfortable with the idea of pricing my work, so for now at least, I’m going to go with a sort of “choose your own price” system. Once you read your commission, you can look over my Amazon wishlist and choose an item to buy for me. In case anyone doesn’t know how Amazon wishlists work, when you buy an item directly from my wishlist, Amazon sends it to my address. You don’t have to mail it to me or know my address.

I have a very wide range of items on there, in terms of prices. There are lots of things on there under $10. You can choose what to buy based on how much you enjoyed your commission. And no, I won’t be upset or offended if you pick the cheapest item on the list. 😄 There are some more pricey items on there because this is my general wishlist that I show to family and friends around Christmas/birthdays. Feel free to ignore them.

How To Commission Me:

Here’s how the process will work.

Step 1: Directly message me telling me about your commission. Describe what you want, what characters you want to be featured, any plot/concept details you feel are important, a basic idea of what kinks you would want included, etc.

Step 2: I’ll reply letting you know if I can do your commission. From there we will discuss it further and iron out all the details. You can be more specific about the kind of smut you want (if you want smut), things you want me to avoid, things you want me to include no matter what, all the nitty gritty details. I’ll also give you an idea of how long it will take me to do your commission.

Step 3: I write your commission and post it on my tumblr (and maybe ao3). I can tag you if you like, or you can remain anonymous and I’ll send you a message when it’s posted.

Step 4: After reading your commission (and only after), you look over my Amazon wishlist and buy whichever item you choose for me. Send me a message letting me know you bought something and I’ll confirm that it was purchased (Amazon will display it on the list as a purchased item). I’ll expect you to purchase something within one week of me posting the commission. Unless you have a great explanation, I will be unhappy if you take longer than that.

Why do I want you to wait until you’ve read your commission to buy an item? Because my life tends to get hectic at the strangest times, and anything could go wrong and keep me from writing it. I don’t want to feel stressed and pressured because you already paid me. Also, I want you to be satisfied and to pick an item based on how well I did. Knowing that you can pick the price will motivate me to do my best!

Even if you don’t want to commission me, I would greatly appreciate any reblogs/signal boosts! Thanks!

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littledemon123 · 5 months

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fanfiction commssion

Me and my friend are making a business about writting fanfiction. We would love to write about your wildest desires so please dm us

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satancopilotsmytardis · 2 months

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A Little Vacation

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: Age play, Little space, Feminization, Dacryphilia, Multiple Orgasms, Praise kink, Lingerie, Crossdressing, Daddy Kink, DDLG, Subspace, (almost) Sub drop, misuse of plushy (sorry Snowball), oral sex, come eating/swallowing, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, (brief) cock warming

Word Count: 5,263

Notes: This was a commission by an anonymous user and it was a joy to write! Thank you so much for commissioning me! And if you'd prefer to read on AO3, check it out here!

Another long week of trying to sort things out with the PLF, another two weeks since he's seen Shigaraki while he's been away for treatments, a whole month since they had time to do this, but it all feels worth it when Duster comes home just after dawn and goes to their room to pack them a suitcase. Dabi doesn't put up a fight or any kind of protest, especially not when his lover brushes the backs of his knuckles across his cheek and he nearly plummets directly into his subspace, the stress is torn out of him so quickly. Instead he sits on the edge of the bed as Tomura packs, relieved that at least for a little while things are out of his hands and in Tomura's instead.

"Do you want to bring Snowball, firefly?" The large plush moth that has been living on their bed with them since Tomura gave it to him so the huge bed wouldn't feel as empty while he was gone and his... favorite toy when he's in his Little space. Asking how far he wants to be gone this weekend without using as many words. Dabi reaches for the stuffed animal and pulls it onto his lap.

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, precious." Tomura goes back into the closet and Dabi waits. It doesn't take too much longer before their bag is packed and Tomura is kissing his forehead, lacing their pinkies together and pulling him along to the door. Dabi keeps Snowball under his other arm.

He hasn't felt comfortable going into his Little space in months. Not since one of the grunts ignored the order to stay away from their room and had knocked on the door while they'd been in the middle of play and being startled had sent him into such a bad drop that he hadn't been able to work for a day and a half. Duster had straight up murdered the guy when it had happened, which was exactly the amount of psychotic and sweet that he expected from his lover, but he was too nervous about it happening again so he didn't let himself slip into that headspace anymore. The problem being that Dabi has embarrassingly learned that he needs this. Needs to let go for a while and just forget about all of the responsibilities, the revenge, the horrible things he's lived through since he was a child to now. He used to just get high on whatever he could get his hands on until he was so far away from his own head that nothing mattered, but this is better, safer too, in general. He's felt how dull he's gotten because of this.

Tomura has the phenomenal ability to have everyone scatter away from them with a glance, and no one bothers them as he brings him down to a waiting car and gets him into the backseat with him. Once everything is packed into the trunk by a grunt, the car pulls down the road leading to the villa and he tucks his face against Tomura's shoulder. His lover strokes his hair and lets him drift as they make their way to whatever destination they're going.

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The safehouse they end up at is a smaller building tucked away along a different ridge of the mountain about two hours from the villa. The car drops them off and Tomura brings him inside and once it has driven away, he has Dabi give him his phone, and turns it off for the first time in months. Then he takes him through the house. It's modern and seemingly unlived in, but Tomura clearly wanted things ready for them, because there's a fresh bowl of fruit in the kitchen and not a speck of dust anywhere. He brings Dabi upstairs and presses a kiss to his forehead.

"Why don't you go take a shower, baby girl?"

And he feels like the last thread of the noose he's been feeling around his neck finally snaps and falls away. "Yes, sir."

Tomura makes sure he has a towel and has brought his favorite soaps, ones that smell like grapefruit and honey and make his skin and hair soft and sweet. He wraps himself up in the towel when he's all done and comes out into the bedroom, happy to see that Tomura is waiting for him with his clothes. He feels so soft as Daddy gets him dressed, pressing kisses to his cheeks and shoulders, across his tummy as he slips a delicate set of pale pink panties over his hips, the matching bra over his shoulders, and a thick cozy pair of thigh-high socks up his legs. New clothes, ones he's never gotten to wear before, but he likes them. Makes it easier for him to put away everything else and focus on being Daddy's little girl. He's expecting one of his dresses to go on top of the lingerie, but instead Tomura pulls out a big pink hoodie that might be the softest thing he's ever felt against his skin and gets him into that. It's warm and cozy and oversized in the perfect way to be a dress with sleeve paws. It takes Tomura pulling the hood up over his head with a smile for Dabi to realize that it really does have little paw embroidery on the cuffs and a thumb hole for him, and long floppy bunny ears attached to the hood.

"What do you think, baby girl?"

"I like it, Daddy. Thank you."

"You're welcome, bunny," his face warms a little, but he stays still as Tomura ties the strings of his hood into two neat little bows and then gets him up from the bed. "Why don't we go have something to eat?"

He realizes as he stands that the socks have grips on the feet to keep him from falling on the hardwood floors, the little grippies in the shape of a paw. It's so cute. He loves being cute for Daddy.

Lunch is already prepared when they get downstairs, fried onigiri that he guesses Tomura made while he was getting cleaned up. They eat together and when they're finished, Tomura takes him into the living room and lets him pick a movie to put on and lets him take out his favorite markers and coloring book. He sits on a cushion on the floor between the couch and coffee table, his back resting against Tomura's legs, and he just stays like that for so long. The TV is more of a background noise as he just lets himself get lost in the intricate swirling patterns that he starts to fill in meticulously.

He's through two pages before he yawns. He didn't even realize the movie ended, that Tomura is playing something on his phone as he strokes his hair gently. He tilts his head back against Tomura's knees and that gets the rest of his attention.

"Are you tired, princess?" He hums in agreement. "Okay, sweetheart. How about a nap?"

Normally he doesn't really like to sleep when he only gets to have Daddy like this for so long, but he's so tired now that he can't put up any protest. "Carry me?"

Daddy smiles at him and he does pick him up to take him upstairs to bed. He turns down the sheets and gets him all tucked in, making sure that he and Snowball both get a kiss to their foreheads before he makes sure the curtains are drawn tight to keep out the afternoon sun.

"I'll come check on you in a little while, baby girl, but you can always call me if you need me. Sleep tight, princess."

"Okay, love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, firefly."

He slips out of the room and Dabi nuzzles deeper into the blankets and closes his eyes. He's gone in minutes.

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The sun has definitely moved behind the curtains when he wakes up next, waking sharply with a hushed moan because there's an ache in him he hasn't been allowed to feel in two weeks. Not allowed to touch himself when Daddy isn't home, still been even longer since he was able to enjoy it when he's been so tired and stressed out-- Dabi turns away from those parts of his mind. He doesn't want that. He wants this. Wants to be tucked into bed and wearing his cute clothes and being a good girl for Daddy. Not being a good girl now though, not when his naughty clit is hard and he wakes having shifted Snowball down his chest so that he could rub himself against the plush in his sleep. He bites his lip, it feels so good to be hard, to have that little bit of friction against him even through his sweater and his panties, but he should stop. Good girls only get to feel like this when Daddy says so. He should call for Daddy, the thought makes his clit ache and him twitch his hips forward again with another little moan. Daddy can make him feel so good-- but he's being naughty right now. Wasn't told that he could have this. Daddy might be upset with him, might make him stop. But... if he's naughty in his sleep, if he doesn't really touch himself, then he won't be in trouble.

Dabi’s cheeks go pink as he hides his face against the pillows and rubs his clit against the plush. The deliberate friction makes another little moan slip out of his lips as pleasure pulses through him. Giving himself permission for that first little thrust makes him want it even more and he starts to move against the fabric. He tries to stay quiet, to muffle his needy gasps and whimpers against the pillows as he feels himself starting to drip in his panties, gets him even harder because he wants to be all wet like a good girl, show Daddy how much he wants to have playtime without misbehaving and asking for it. Loses himself in the constant motions of his hips.

So lost, he apparently, doesn't even hear the door open again. Doesn't notice he's not alone until the bed is dipping slightly and Daddy's murmuring, "Oh, princess, don't do that." And Dabi is stilling sharply, shame spiking through him, his gut going sour because he's being naughty and Daddy's going to be mad at him, going to make him put on his cage, going to punish him-- Tomura reaches and takes away Snowball. "You're going to get him dirty."

And then he presses his hand to his clit instead, his gloves on so that he can cup all of his fingers around him through his panties and squeeze gently, sending even hotter pleasure pulsing through him and making him moan loudly as his hips rut into the touch again before he can think better of it.

"There, that's better, isn't it, baby girl?" And he squeezes and rubs his clit as he coaxes his hips to move again. Dabi mewls, can't stop now that he has permission. He moves faster and Daddy shifts closer, leaning over him and pressing kisses along the back of his neck, "That's it, princess. You're so wet, does it feel good, sweetheart?" Hums softly and keeps speaking before he can respond, "My cute little girl, I love seeing you so needy."

"Daddy--" He whimpers, barely managing to nod. His touch, the sweet words, are making him so hot. "Good, Daddy." Too good, he needs this so much, wants him so much, having him touching him pushes him so much closer to the edge, "It-- it's gonna come out--!" He's going so hot, his clit aching and balls tightening. He's not supposed to make a mess without permission--

Dabi lets out a little cry as Tomura's fingers flex and tighten a little around him before he can get that permission and he's making a mess in his panties as pleasure pulses through his clit so heavily he turns into a trembling moaning mess against the sheets. It feels so good to let go again, to cum with Daddy's hand touching him. Better than it would have been without him here. But as the pleasure ebbs away his stomach goes sour. The little gasps to get breath back into his lungs hitch, and then there are tears burning his eyes, and a soft sob is let out with the next one.

"I-- I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he was so naughty. Wasn't supposed to let his clit misbehave, wasn't supposed to cum without Daddy's permission. He's ruining everything. He's supposed to be a good girl. His being naughty is why he hasn't gotten to play with Daddy in so long. His fault, always his fault. This is why Daddy has to ignore him, why he's always being ignored and abandoned--

"Shh, baby girl. Oh, sweetheart," Tomura's voice soft and gentle, coaxing him onto his back so that he can look him in the eye as his clean hand comes up to wipe away a few of the bloody tears slipping across his cheeks. "You don't need to apologize. You're not in trouble, baby."

Dabi's breath hiccups on a sob as confusion tries to press in alongside his misery. "Bu-but I was naughty."

"No you weren't, you're being Daddy's good girl, princess." Tomura nuzzles his nose against his cheek and then kisses away a few more of his tears. "I just wish you'd called for me sooner, I would have come and we could have started playing right away." He reassures him sweetly. "Do you want to keep playing, baby girl?" Waits patiently for him to sniffle and try to find his words. Still feels a little too hard to do when his chest is so tight, so he loops his arms around Tomura's neck instead, managing a timid nod. Warm eyes on him as Daddy murmurs, "Let's see if we can find a better reason to have those pretty tears flowing, bunny."

Dabi melts against the mattress as Daddy leans in and starts to give him slow, sweet kisses, hands working underneath his sweater and pushing it up, but not off, so that he can tease his hands over the swell of his tits. His thumbs brush his nipples through his bra as Dabi opens his legs so that he can put them around Daddy's hips, wanting him as close as he can get as he gasps a little moan into his mouth. He knots his fingers into Daddy's pretty hair and tries to keep him close even as his mouth moves along his jaw, down his throat until the fabric gets in the way, and then he moves to his chest. The fabric of his bra is so thin that his nipples are already visible through it, and Daddy doesn't waste any time wrapping his lips around him and flicking his tongue over one, fingers rolling the other so that there's pressure and friction against both, sending fresh pleasure spilling out across his nerves.

Sharper little pinches and nips against the sensitive buds do have more tears slipping across his cheeks, his own teeth worrying his lower lip because there are so many naughty whorish sounds slipping out of him as his clit starts to harden again, smearing through the mess he's already made. Pressed so close that Daddy feels it as soon as it starts to happen and makes Dabi moan even louder when he rolls their hips together so that Dabi can feel his cock is hard and perfect against his ass.

"Oh, princess, look at that, your pretty clit is ready for more." He presses one last kiss to his chest, and then his mouth is trailing lower, shifting away between his legs even as the sweet tone makes Dabi go even hotter. He gets fluttery little kisses across his seams and stomach as Daddy hooks his fingers under his messy panties. He remembers to behave and lifts his hips up so that Daddy can pull them away, showing how dirty he made himself and how flushed his clit is already getting as he gives him more kisses and touches all over his skin. "You're so beautiful, baby girl." He murmurs, kissing down across his hips. "I missed having you like this so much."

That shouldn't make a fresh wave of tears spill over his cheeks, but it does. Has him sobbing weakly because, "I missed you, Daddy." Everything has been too big lately and Dabi needs to be small sometimes. He needs this, "Need you, Daddy."

"Soon, precious. But you've been so good for me lately, I just want to spoil you. Can you be patient for that?" He manages a little nod. "Perfect, baby." And then his mouth is lowering to his skin again, pressing a kiss to the tip of his clit and making Dabi's thighs tremble and a weak moan slip out of him. Tomura starts to pepper more kisses and licks along his flushed, sensitive skin, cleaning up the smears of cum dripped all along him and making smoke start to trickle from his seams as he moans and tries so hard to keep his hips still. Doesn't get Daddy's mouth on his clit very often, usually likes to eat out his pussy more, but he really does seem to want to spoil him. Really isn't upset with him. The last threads of worry pull away from his mind and let him sink deep into his fog. Daddy will take care of him. He can just be a good girl and not think anymore.

Daddy's mouth is so cool and soft as he sinks his clit inside, his tongue working along his piercings that are so sensitive after not having any touches there for a while that he's seeing stars as his eyes squeeze shut. He doesn't move hard or fast, just taking a few inches with light, gentle sucks, before pulling back. Pulls all the way off so that his breath can blow across his skin and make it chill in the air even though he's getting so warm he's worried that he might melt or singe the clothes still pressed against his skin. Kisses all the way down his shaft twice before he takes him back into his mouth again, all the way to his root this time, and hums quietly as he sinks him deep into his throat and swallows around him. The tightening of those wet muscles all around him has Dabi choking out another loud sob, his hips jumping off of the bed. Daddy doesn't stop him, but does make him stay moving slowly. Small little rolls of his hips to keep his clit in that tight, perfect place that has him moaning and pulling his hands from his hair, clutching onto the sheets instead as smoke bleeds out from his seams.

"Hah, ah! D-Daddy!" He whines loudly when his cries make Tomura pull off of him, pressing another kiss along his ladder.

"Are you getting close, beautiful?" Likes how rough and low Daddy's voice is as he nods with a sob. So close. His clit is dripping again as he tries to get his mouth back on him. "Do you want to cum like this, princess? Or do you want Daddy to fill up your pretty pussy?"

That only pushes him closer to the edge. He wants to be full, but he wants Tomu's mouth back on him too. It's so hard to think. He doesn't want to choose. "Both?" He finally manages timidly. Gets red eyes going so hot on him.

"Okay, baby girl." He does shift away though, reaching up and across the bed for the nightstand and pulling out a bottle of lube. Dabi catches his shirt before he can move back down his body, pulling him in. Tomura chuckles, but gives him the kiss he was after. "You're doing so well for me, princess. Just keep letting me make you feel good."

It feels good to just have those words in his ears. They're almost as good as Daddy's touch as he slips back down his body. Dabi spills his legs open wider when he hears the lube open, but he doesn't have much time to focus on that when his clit is being licked again before Tomura is taking him back into his mouth. Nearly forgets about it completely when he's getting that perfect suction all along his length as he pushes into the tight channel of his throat. Is abruptly reminded when his fingers circle him, cold and wet, and his muscles all flutter needily. He's so tight after not doing this for so long, but as Tomura teases open his hole, all of the nerves in his pussy light up. It makes the pressure on his clit even more intense and he strains the staples across his palms from how hard he's gripping the sheets. He barely makes it to having one of Daddy's long, perfect fingers sunk inside of his needy cunt before his hips twitch forward again and Tomura holds him deep in his throat as he cums with another loud moan.

Daddy swallows and licks at him until he's sobbing weakly, his clit soft and oversensitive. And then he starts to move his fingers deeper inside of him as he peppers kisses along his thighs just above the edge of his stockings. It still feels like too much, but having the pleasure inside is so different and he's missed being full. He still can't do much more than moan and whimper as Tomura gets him ready to take his cock though, especially not when his lover is murmuring to him the whole time.

"That's it, princess, you're doing such a good job. Opening up for me so well," the words paired with him pressing in a third finger and crooking them up so he can pet at the sensitive gland inside that makes his toes curl and him sob with another moan. "I love how hot your pussy gets for me when you're so needy, baby girl. Like you're just going to melt away." He feels like he's melted. His muscles are all so weak that he can't move an inch, can only lay under his lover and take anything that he gives him. Tomura kisses away another track of his tears, groaning against his skin as he does, "So pretty when you fall apart like this for me. Love watching you cry when you're feeling so good, baby." Can't help but giving him more as he stretches and strokes inside of his pussy until his clit is hurting as it tries to get hard again. Not ready for that yet, and he only manages to blush a little by the time Daddy is pulling his fingers out. "You still want to be full, sweetheart?"

"Please, Daddy," he manages breathlessly.

"Such a good girl remembering your manners. I'm so proud of my little girl."

He mewls weakly, clit twitching, and Daddy laughs softly again before giving him another kiss and pulling his fingers out of his pussy.

"Come here, baby girl." Daddy gets his hands around him, under him, "Why don't you lay on your tummy, bunny?" And coaxes him onto his stomach, putting a pillow under his hips so that he has that soft pressure against his half-hard clit and his hips are tilted up for Daddy without him having to try to use any of his soupy muscles. He whimpers, trying to push back as he hears Daddy undoing his belt. He wants him inside so much. It still feels like an eternity before Daddy is moving closer again, spreading him open so he can see his pussy-- "So lovely when you blush here, baby girl." And he's moaning again before Daddy's cock even starts to push inside.

He can't think at all when he's being filled up. He's only the singing nerves of his cunt, all consumed in the pressure of being full, in how good it is when Daddy gets all the way inside and he's so thick and long that he has those good tingles all along his inner walls, hard enough that it's a constant spill of pleasure pulsing out from his prostate. Feels even better when he knows that it's good for Daddy too because he breathes a curse against his shoulder before he's rolling his hips in even deeper, but so slow that it makes his entire spine feel like it's sparking with electricity. Tomura makes love to him slowly. It's all deliberate rolls of his hips that never grow frantic, just leave his veins saturated in a slow-building heat that makes the sharper arousal that he woke up with feel so far away.

Dabi pushes his knuckle into his mouth as Daddy fucks him for so long. Fucks him until he's hissing a breath against the back of his neck and pushing in deep before filling his pussy up with his cum. Makes his own pleasure bigger when he feels himself so wet and full of his lover's release. But Daddy doesn't stop, stays inside of him as his lips move across the back of his neck, along his shoulders, and his hands reach around to tease at his nipples again. They're already sore, and having his fingers there makes Dabi bite onto his skin harder, trying to hide the mixture of sobs and moans that are coming out of him as his nerves keep getting teased.

Only then that Daddy seems to notice how he's been trying to muffle his sounds. "Baby girl, don't do that, you know how much I love to hear you sing for me." Catches his wrist with one hand and gently pulls it away from his mouth.

"D-Daddy," more little sobs making the word hitch as he feels him starting to get hard inside of his cunt. His clit is hard again too and he shifts, torn between rutting back to get Daddy deeper and forward to put friction against himself again. He doesn't have to choose because when Tomura feels that little twitch he practically purrs as he starts to rock his hips shallowly into his body again.

"That's it, princess. Let me make you feel good." And he brings his fingers to his lips. Dabi gives a relieved sob, taking them into his mouth with a moan at being given something to suck on as his body threatens to fall apart from his pleasure. Daddy keeps them in his mouth, curling against the back of his tongue and fucking his throat lightly with them in time with each rolling thrust as their movements get a little harder as Dabi aches for another release.

He has no idea how long they're moving together. He's gone. Just drooling on Tomura's fingers, his eyes puffy and aching a little from every muffled sob of pleasure that keeps sneaking out of him. The pillow under his hips is getting wetter too as he rubs and grinds his clit into the fabric, leaking a little more every time Daddy's cock moves inside of him and presses against his prostate. He's so full, so messy as he feels the movements making Daddy's cum leak out and spill down his thighs. He feels it soaking into the tops of his stockings and it's so dirty, he's being so completely marked up by Daddy, that he's creeping much, much closer to the edge. Daddy knows it too from the little choked-off sounds he's making, the way his hips move a little faster, how his pussy is clenching around his cock.

"That's it, baby girl. You're doing so good, princess. You can let go. Let me feel how tight your pretty cunt gets when you cum again." The hand not in his mouth moves to between his legs, finding his dripping clit and squeezing along his length once before Dabi's whole body is shuddering and he's sobbing as he manages to cum one more time. Daddy keeps him riding that high for so long as his hand keeps stroking and squeezing him, as his cock keeps rubbing inside of him again and again, until Dabi thinks he might trip over into another dry or really set the bed on fire if his body is forced to get any hotter. But Daddy just keeps him riding that pleasure for a little longer, just until he can push in deep one more time and fill up his pussy again. Dabi lets out one last little moan as he's made nice and full again. Then he's a puddle against the sheets. Barely even notices when Daddy takes his fingers out of his mouth.

It takes a while for his breathing to even out, Tomura making him roll over again so he's not laying in the puddle of his cum, and then he pulls him in close and holds him, stroking his hair and murmuring more soft praise as he lets go of all the stress that's been weighing him down as he cries against his chest.

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It takes a long time for him to feel good and floaty the way that he usually does after playing with Daddy, but he is eventually floating and happy again. Happier still when Tomura picks him up and brings him into the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water and lots and lots of bubbles so that he can get clean. He likes it even better when Daddy stays with him, rubbing a soft cloth over his skin to clean him up and letting him play in the bubbles.

"Feeling better, princess?"

"Mmhm," He turns and Tomura immediately presses a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." But then he pauses, reaching and putting his hand against his cheek, thumb stroking softly over his staples. "We're going to stay here for a little while," he tells him. "No work, no one else. Just us, precious."

"Really?" But they usually have so much to do, something sour and unpleasant tries to bubble up through the nice place his head is at right now.

"Really. Everything is all taken care of. We're going to stay here and you can keep being my sweet little girl for as long as you want." He promises, eyes and voice soft. "We can play whenever you want to, and I got you some new toys and games to play with, more movies too."

His chest goes so full and warm as he shifts closer to the edge of the tub. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, baby girl."

"...Will you come in the tub with me?"

Tomura smiles at him, pulling him into a sweet kiss. "Of course I will, princess. I love you."

"Love you, Tomu."

He climbs into the tub with him, keeps him close, lets Dabi play until the water is cool and the bubbles are all gone. Gets him dry and in a clean dress when they're finished. Tomura doesn't even make him do any chores, going to put the sheets in the wash once he gets Dabi resettled in the living room with a little plastic loom and stretchy bands with a colorful picture book that explains the little craft. He's going to make Daddy a bracelet. Something to show how happy he is that he's making things so good after they were so hard for so long.

To remind him how much Dabi loves being his little girl even when they do have to go back to the rest of their lives.

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Found You- Part 5

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 12.4k

Warnings: language, violence, blood, death

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Rick sat on the edge of the bathtub while you knelt in front of him cleaning the cut on his hand with disinfectant.

The horde of walkers had surrounded Alexandria, but for now, the walls were holding. So, you took the time to help him since he refused to go to the infirmary.

The kids had been relieved to see their father and grandfather. Rick quickly checked on Judith who to your own shock had slept through the entire thing in her crib.

"Are you hurt?" Your father questioned, speaking for the first time since you dragged him away from the kids and sat him down in the bathroom.

You looked up at him in confusion to find his eyes glued to your bloodstained shirt.

Oh, right. The blood.

"It isn't mine." You answered, thinking back to the woman you had tried to help. "I'm fine."

He shook his head, "you're not."

"Yeah, well, seeing those attackers butcher and murder people will do that to you." You responded with a shrug. "But I'm fine. I have to be."

"I'm sorry."

"Dad, it's not your fault."

"I took most of Alexandria's fighters away from here." He pointed out.

"And if you didn't, that entire horde from the quarry would be at our doorstep instead of just half. You did the right thing." You reassured, putting the cap back on the bottle of disinfectant before you grabbed the roll of bandages from the kit.

Rick didn't say anything as he stared down at his hand while you gently began to wrap the clean bandage around the deep cut on his palm. How he managed to cut himself like that was a question you didn't want answered.

"There. That should do it." You announced a minute later once the bandage was secure.

Rick clenched and unclenched his hand in a fist testing it out and you were about to tell him not to do that before he started to speak.

"I don't know how long those walls will hold."

Hearing the fear in your father's voice was something you hated. Rick was always so strong, always the brave one, but right now he was terrified and the fact that he was showing this emotion in front of you was rare.

"The walkers are spread right around the community. They’re not all pushing against one spot, right? So, it'll be fine." You insisted with fake confidence.

You had no idea if those walls would hold either, but Rick needed some kind of reassurance right now, so you were going to give it to him.

"We keep people inside the community quiet, so we don't draw the dead to one part of the wall. If we do that, those walls will hold long enough for Daryl and the others outside to come back and lure them away. That's the plan."

Your father nodded, "okay. That could work."

"It will work." You corrected, reaching forward and resting your hand on his knee. "Now you need to go out there and speak to the community. Deanna isn't in the right headspace at the moment, you need to be the leader."

"Let's go then." He said, standing up from the edge of the bath.

You quickly packed away the first aid kit under the kitchen sink before dashing upstairs and grabbing your weapons belt. You took your handgun from the back of your waistband and secured it in the holster attached to the belt before double checking that your hunting knife was in the sheath and once you were satisfied that everything was in place, you went back downstairs.

The boys were waiting by the front door for you. Rick already walking down the street with Carl holding Judith following behind him.

"Is there really walkers surrounding our home?" Dean asked.

You nodded, "there is. But dad and Uncle Merle will draw them away with the car and bike soon."

The boys both nodded, seeming satisfied with that answer and weren't too worried about the giant herd of the dead outside the walls which was a small relief, because you did not have time to handle one of them if they had a meltdown about it.

You and the boys made your way down the street, following Rick and Carl, and to your surprise most of the Alexandrians were already by the front gate, well, the Alexandrians that were still alive anyway.

They all looked panicked, terrified while the growls of walkers came from past the gate.

"You can hear it. Some of you saw it." Rick began to say, addressing the group of people in front of him. "They got back here, half of them. Still enough to surround us 20 deep. Look, I know you're scared. You haven't seen anything like this. You haven't been through anything like this. But we're safe for now."

The confidence and strength in your father’s voice was finally back. The worried and fearful tone from earlier completely gone and replaced with his inner Police Officer voice that he used to get people to listen, and it seemed to be working.

Everyone was staring straight at him, they were all scared, but were looking at him for guidance.

"That panel the truck hit seems intact. We reinforce it just in case. Either way, the wall's gonna hold together. Can you?" Rick asked, looking around at everyone. "The others, they're gonna be back."

"They're gonna be back." Rosita nodded, backing him up.

"Daryl, Merle, Abraham, they have vehicles. They're gonna lead 'em away, just like the others. And Glenn and Nicholas are gonna walk back through the front gate after. They know what they're doing. And we know what we need to do. We keep noise to a minimum. Pull our blinds at night. Even better, keep the lights out. We'll try to make this place as quiet as a graveyard, see if they move on."

"This place is a graveyard." One of the civilians spoke up.

You glanced over at her to find a few others nodding in agreement.

"The quarry broke open and those walkers were heading this way. All of ‘em. The plan that my father put into place stopped that happening. He got half of them away." You suddenly said, speaking loudly for everyone to hear. "We lost some people today, yes. But we fought and took back control of our community from those attackers. We can do it again."

Rick glanced over at you, giving you a grateful nod while your boys stood either side of you and nodded along to your words.

"I was out there recruiting with Daryl." Aaron began to say. "I wanted to try to get into cannery and scavenge, and Daryl wanted to keep looking for people. We did what I wanted... and we wound up in a trap set by those people. I lost my pack. They must've followed our tracks. Those people who attacked us... they found their way back here because of me."

"That is not on you." You stated sternly, not wanting him to blame himself.

Daryl had told you about that incident and the second you saw those W's on their foreheads earlier, you knew who those attackers were.

"Deanna? Deanna?" Someone called out.

You glanced over your shoulder to find the older woman walking away from the group without a word, but none of you tried to stop her.

"I can take first watch on the platform." You said, looking back over at your father who nodded.

"Can we come with you?" Ricky asked, looking up at you.

Guess there was no harm in the boys joining you on the watch platform.

"Yeah, come on."

The others in Alexandria got to work cleaning up the aftermath of the attack. They buried the bodies of the dead, cleaning up the street while you stood on the watch platform with the boys overlooking the horde of walkers surrounding the community.

A few civilians began to write the names of the fallen on one of the walls like a form of a memorial, and you hated that they included Glenn's name among them. Glenn couldn't be dead. He was too smart to die out there. He would be back, you knew he would be.

"How many do you think are out there?" Dean asked, drawing his slingshot and firing a rock at one of the walkers.

You watched proudly as the rock pierced the walker straight through the forehead before it dropped to the ground, dead permanently.

Ever since they got those slingshots the boys had been nothing but trouble, but you were surprised at how good they were both at aiming with them. Daryl had clearly taught them well.

"More than what we can kill." Ricky answered, flicking his slingshot and taking down one of the other walkers. "It's good practice though."

"Your father would be proud." You smiled, watching the two continue to kill the walkers.

It was barely making a dent in the large herd, but like your eldest said, it was good practice for them, and it was silent, so there was no harm in doing it.

"When is dad coming back?" Dean asked, glancing up at you.

You sighed, staring out at the sea of the dead unsure how to answer that question. Truth was, you had no idea if Daryl or Merle or any of the others were even alive. They were leading the other half of the herd away and it was a dangerous job, anything could go wrong.

Daryl might be dead, and there was nothing you could do.

"I don't know, baby." You admitted, but you weren't going to tell either of them that their father could be dead. They didn't need to be worrying or stressing over that, not yet.

"He will be back soon. Dad will save us." Ricky reassured, patting his little brother on the shoulder. "C'mon, let's go collect more rocks for ammo."

Ricky gave you a small smile before he climbed back down the ladder of the watch platform, Dean quickly following after him. You looked back out along the horizon hoping, praying that Daryl's motorcycle would appear down the road.

He had to be alive out there.

He had to be.

"You should go home and get some rest."

You flinched at your father's voice not expecting any company at this hour at night. You glanced over your shoulder just as he climbed up the ladder and stood beside you.

Carol had taken Ricky and Dean home, reassuring you that she would cook them dinner before making sure they went to bed at a reasonable hour while you remained on watch duty.

The sun had long ago disappeared over the horizon, the bright full moon now taking its place in the starry sky above you.

"You need rest too." You reminded, looking back at the walkers below.

"I'll get someone else to take over watch duty. Go home, kiddo." Rick said, resting his hand on your shoulder.

You let out a deep shaky sigh, resting your hand over your fathers as you continued to stare at the walkers below. You weren't even sure why, but you could feel tears burning in the back of your eyes and Rick seemed to sense it.

"Come here." He said, gently pulling you into a hug.

Everything that had happened today. The blood, the death, the destruction, Daryl and Merle possibly dead... it all suddenly hit you like a freight train and you couldn't stop the emotions that you had been holding back all day from finally spilling out.

"Shh. It's okay. I got you. I got you, baby girl." Rick whispered, holding you against his chest as you started to cry in his arms. "I got you."

You buried your face against your father’s chest and squeezed your eyes shut in effort to stop the tears from falling, but it was pointless.

Rick kept whispering soothing words as he held you and for the first time all day, you felt safe while in his arms and allowed yourself to let your guard down while you cried.

"It's going to be okay."

You shook your head against his chest and pulled away, "you don't know that."

Rick smiled sadly at you before he reached up and brushed the tears off your face with his thumbs.

"We've come back from harder things. Daryl will come back. They'll all come back." He reassured, dropping his hand down to your shoulder. "The Dixon brothers are too damn stubborn to die out there anyway, you know that."

You chuckled wetly, but nodded in agreement, "ain't that the truth."

Rick smiled, "go home and get some sleep. It's a new day tomorrow."

You nodded, looking at the walkers one last time before you descended down the ladder and made your way back to your house.

To your relief, the house was quiet as you entered.

Carol and Michonne's bedroom doors were shut indicating that they were asleep and after quickly checking upstairs your boys were fast asleep in their beds in their shared room. You peeked your head into Carls room, but he wasn't inside, so you went back downstairs to the other bedroom where Judiths crib was and found your brother passed out on the chair beside his sisters' crib.

You grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and silently stepped into the bedroom, draping the blanket over Carls body before glancing in the crib at Judiths sleeping form.

All the kids were safe and asleep.

You made your way back out into the main room of the house before collapsing down onto the couch that was facing the front door. You pulled your scoped rifle from over your shoulder and laid the gun across your lap while you stared at the front door on high alert.

You must have eventually fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, you were blinking your eyes open to find daylight now streaming in through the gap under the front door.

Someone was tinkering away in the kitchen, but the rest of the house was still quite so you figured it was fairly early in the morning.

Throwing the rifle back over your shoulder you stood up with a stretch and made your way into the kitchen to find Carol pulling out two pieces of toast from the toaster.

"Oh, good, you're awake. Just in time." She greeted with a smile. "What do you want on your toast?"

You weren't hungry in the slightest and the thought of eating anything made you feel nauseous, but knew you needed to eat since all you had yesterday was a pancake and coffee in the morning.

"Whatever you're having." You replied.

Carol nodded before spreading honey over the pieces of toast and cutting them in half.

"You slept on the couch?" She asked, although it was clear she already knew the answer.

"Yeah, just wanted to be ready in case..." You trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but she hummed in acknowledgement, knowing what you were trying to say.

"Eat. You need it."

You took one of the halves of toast and ate it without arguing, Carol doing the same while she started to boil water for coffee.

Coffee was definitely something that you needed.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and Rosita walked inside.

"Here." You said, holding out the plate with your other half of toast sitting on it.

"Thanks." She smiled, taking the food while Carol grabbed an extra mug to make her a coffee too without needing to ask. "So, I was thinking about doing a training session today with anyone who wants to learn how to use a knife or machete."

That was actually a good idea. There were Alexandrians that would want to learn how to fight, especially with the walkers surrounding the community at the moment. They would want to know how to protect themselves.

"That's great. Do you need help?" You asked.

She shook her head, "no. I'll be fine. I was coming by to see if your boys wanted to join in? I saw them yesterday up on the platform with their slingshots, they're good. Do you want them to participate in the training?"

"It definitely wouldn't hurt." You nodded. "Daryl and I have taught them the basics with hunting knives, but they could use a refresher. Thanks."

"Here." Carol said, handing you both mugs of coffee. "It's good for people to be prepared. These civilians need to learn how to fight, even the other kids in town too. I'll spread the word and convince people to join."

Rosita nodded taking a sip of her drink while you drank yours too. The three of you fell into silence for a few minutes enjoying the coffee while you could.

"Has anyone seen my dad?" You eventually asked, putting the empty cup down on the table, but they both shook their heads. "I should go find him, see what he has planned for today. Carol can you-"

"I'll watch the kids. Don't worry."

You smiled, "thank you. I'll see you guys later."

You made your way outside, heading straight to the front of the community to check on the wall that the truck had crashed into. Maggie was up on the watch platform keeping an eye on things and no doubt waiting for a signal from Glenn.

You walked along the front wall, inspecting every post and metal sheet for damage, but it was still holding. Rick and Tobin were reinforcing the part where the truck had hit it.

"Need a hand?" You called out watching your father hold a wooden board steady while Tobin hammered it into place with nails.

"Actually, yeah. We wanna build up a brace here just to be safe." Tobin explained motioning towards the damaged part of the fence. "Are you able to run to my place and grab more nails? They're in the garage. My house is number 32."

"Of course, I'll be back in a sec." You said, already turning around and making your way back down the street.

Your eyes scanned the houses on the side of the road because you had no idea which one Tobin’s place was as you looked at the numbers on the old mailboxes until you found the right one.

It wasn't hard to find the packet of nails that were sitting on the workbench inside his garage, and you hurriedly made your way back towards the front of Alexandria to help them build a brace.

"Spencer! Hey, Spencer, get back here!" Your fathers voice shouted in the distance.

Without looking, you knew whatever was happening was bad just by the angry tone of your dad’s voice. What the hell was Spencer up to?

You jogged in the direction of his voice to find your father standing on one of the lookout points along the wall, staring at something outside the community.

Wait, was Spencer outside the walls?

"Spencer!" Tara yelled, matching your fathers’ anger.

Tara and Eugene were standing up on one of the other lookout points which was closer than where your father was further down the wall, so you hastily climbed the ladder up to them to see what was going on.

Spencer had apparently thought it was a good idea to use a grappling hook because he was currently crawling upside down on a rope tied between the wall of Alexandria and a nearby building with the mass number of walkers directly below trying to reach up at him.

Oh, that was a terrible idea.

"Shit. This isn't going to end well." You muttered under your breath, already climbing over the top of the wall to get a better view.

You used the beam on the outside of the wall for stability before you pulled the rifle from your back just as the hook at the end of his rope gave way. Spencer held onto the rope for dear life as it swung him back, his body slamming into the wall of Alexandria before he toppled to the ground amongst the dead.

Your father was shouting at Spencer to climb while you raised your rifle and frantically started to shoot the walkers closest to him.

"Eugene, have Maggie and Rosita fire their guns out from their posts." Tara hurriedly said.

"Why?"

"Just do it!" She ordered, already climbing over the fence beside you with her handgun drawn to help take out the walkers.

Spencer quickly grabbed the rope again and started to climb up it while your father grabbed the other end of the rope, using all his strength to haul Spencer up to safety.

You worked the bolt on the rifle before lining up the next walker by Spencers legs and squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened. The weapon made a faint clicking sound, but that was it.

The magazine was empty.

"I'm out of ammo!" You shouted, throwing the rifle over your shoulder just as Tara’s pistol made the exact same clicking sound.

"Shit. Same." She hissed.

It didn't matter though because Rick had managed to pull Spencer back up over the wall with Tobin’s help. Spencer was safe. Tara sighed with relief before she climbed back over the top of the wall.

"Tara! You almost died once for these people!" Rick yelled at her from the other platform. "What the hell were you doing?!"

Tara looked over at your father with her mouth agape in shock before she flipped him off and you rolled your eyes before shuffling back up the beam to follow Tara over the wall.

"And Y/N, what the hell-"

Whatever Rick was going to say died in his throat when your foot suddenly slipped out from underneath you and you only just managed to grab hold of the top of the wall with one hand, the rest of your body dangling rather dangerously above the walkers.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking, fuck.

"Y/N!" You heard your father shout, but you were more worried about trying to find a nail or bolt against the metal wall to jam your boot into for support because your hand was starting to slip.

"Give me your other hand!" Tara shouted, leaning over the top of the fence and holding her arm down towards you.

The top of the metal wall was cutting into the palm of your hand, but you gritted your teeth and dealt with the pain as you threw your other arm up towards her which she quickly grabbed.

However, if you let go from the top wall Tara wouldn't be able to hold you up on her own, let alone pull you to safety.

Shit.

Michonne's head suddenly popped up beside Tara's and she quickly grabbed your arm with Tara and tried to pull you up, but you knew it was pointless.

You glanced down at the walkers below. Their rotten hands were stretching up towards you, desperate to reach your feet as you tried to pull yourself up with the one hand still on the top of the wall, but you couldn't.

The metal slicing through your palm was really starting to hurt and one look up at the top of the fence, you could see blood dripping down your arm from it.

"Y/N, hold on!" Ricks voice shouted in the background and a few seconds later your father appeared beside the two women and frantically reached down and grabbed your wrist of the other arm. "Let go of the wall. I got you, I promise. Let go of the wall."

Every bone and muscle in your body was screaming at you not to release the wall, but you trusted your father. He wouldn't let you fall.

Reluctantly, you released your grip against the wall, the pain in your palm subsiding instantly and to your relief, Rick and the two women hauled your body up and over the wall in a matter of seconds.

You collapsed to your knees on the wooden platform back in the safety of the community and sucked in a few deep shaky breaths as the shock of nearly dying hit you.

That was close. That was too fucking close.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Rick instructed, kneeling in front of you. "Did you get bit? Y/N?"

You shook your head and held your bleeding hand up, "not bit. Just got a matching cut like yours."

"Jesus Christ." He sighed with relief before pulling out a rag from his pocket and wrapping it around your palm. "Don't you ever do something so reckless like that again, understand?"

"Spencer would've been breakfast for the walkers if I didn't."

"And you were nearly their breakfast because of it." He hissed.

"Rick, she's okay." Michonne reminded, looking down at the two of you. "They're all okay."

Rick nodded, taking in a deep breath to calm himself before he stood up and looked over at Spencer on the other platform.

"Spencer, what the hell was that?!"

"I was trying to help. I wanted to get to a car, draw them away." The guy tried to explain, but your father wasn't having any of it.

"You ever make a climb like that before?" Rick questioned, the anger in his voice from earlier now amplified after you nearly died. "You want to help? Don't make us come running to save you. You got an idea, you come to me!"

"Would you have listened to me?" Spencer asked, raising his eyebrow already knowing the answer.

Rick glared at the other man but didn't offer up any form of reply before he looked back down at you and held his hand out which you took with your right one, still clutching the rag to your bleeding palm in your left.

"C'mon, I'll take you to Denise to get that checked out." Tara said, nodding over her shoulder for you to follow.

You nodded going to follow her before you paused and pulled out the packet of nails from your pocket and held it out to your father who took it with a small grateful nod.

Denise wasn't impressed with your injury to say the least, but you just joked and said it was good stitching practice for her which she also wasn't impressed with. She cleaned the wound though and stitched it together which hurt like a bitch, but you bit your tongue and dealt with it.

Tara sat beside you watching Denise work and before you knew it, your palm was secured in a white bandage, and you were walking out the infirmary.

There was definitely something going on between Tara and Denise, but you kept your mouth shut about it. Frankly, it was none of your business and you figured the women would tell you about it eventually.

"Mama!" Dean shouted, jogging down the street towards you, Ricky right behind him. "Rosita taught us how to fight with knives."

The over excitement and eagerness in your son's tone was pleasing but also concerning. He was still just a kid, and you hated the fact that they needed to learn that kind of stuff.

"Did she? Did you learn how to use them safely?"

They both nodded and pointed to their new knife sheaths attached to their belts with a knife secured inside. Rosita had given them both knives. You made a mental note to thank that woman later because you had been meaning to hunt down extra knives to give to them.

They might still be kids, but they were old enough to know not to be stupid with weapons. You trusted them both to never use them unless absolutely necessary, so you weren't worried about them carrying. It was for their safety.

"She was a good teacher. Taught us the best ways to cut through bone and everything." Ricky grinned, clearly enjoying the lesson as much as his brother did. "But she taught us safety too. We will be careful, won't we?"

Ricky glanced over at Dean who quickly nodded in agreement, and you smiled at your boys before they noticed the bandage around your hand and frowned in sync.

"It's just a little cut. I’m fine." You reassured, knowing one of them was about to ask about it. "C'mon, let's go see if Grandpa needs a hand reinforcing the front wall."

The three of you wandered back down the main street towards the front wall where you could see Rick and Tobin back at work trying to build up a brace before Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks and pointed to something in the sky.

You looked up to where he was pointing and frowned in confusion when you saw the cluster of bright green balloons floating up high in the sky.

Suddenly, it hit you.

That had to have been Glenn.

Only he would have thought to send up a signal like that. Glenn was out there. He was alive.

"Maggie!" You shouted, jogging down the street towards her where she was still standing up on the watch platform.

She glanced over her shoulder towards you, and you pointed up at the balloons for her to see. She quickly followed your line of sight and froze when she saw the balloons.

Rick and Tobin had stopped working on the wall and had walked over to where you and the boys were standing in the middle of the road, staring up at the balloons in shock just as Maggie raced down the watch platform and sprinted over to you.

"That's Glenn!" She exclaimed happily.

You opened your mouth to respond when sudden loud creaking echoed across the community.

You snapped your head away from the balloons and looked towards the unusual noise and your face paled when you saw the tower outside of Alexandria start to fall.

It all happened in slow motion and there was not a single thing you could do about it as you watched the tower collapse down against the front wall, breaking through it completely.

A cloud of dust erupted as the wooden building shattered on impact and as the dust began to settle, the sea of the dead entered Alexandria.

Oh, dear God.

"Everybody, get back! Get into your houses, go!" Rick shouted over his shoulder at anyone within earshot.

You pulled the rifle off your shoulder, relieved that you had stopped by the armoury on your way to the infirmary to get more bullets before you began to shoot at the walkers as they entered the community. However, after the fifth shot, it was clear that it was pointless.

You took one walker down and five more took its place.

There were too many.

Ricky and Dean had followed your lead and were shooting their slingshots at the walkers too, but by the panicked look on their faces, they knew it was a losing battle as well.

The next few minutes went by in a blur.

One minute you were shooting at the walkers and the next you were running for your lives trying to get to shelter away from the herd. The boys were by your side without having to be told and kept up with your pace as you dashed down the street in the direction of your house when suddenly you heard Maggie's voice screaming.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around, the walkers were following you down the street but what caught your attention was Maggie trying to climb up the ladder of the watch platform while walkers grabbed at her shoes, pulling her down.

"Mum, we need to go!" Ricky shouted, drawing his handgun and taking out the walkers that were getting closer.

"I know." You responded, raising your rifle and lining up the walkers below Maggie through the scope.

You managed to take out enough of them for Maggie to get her leg free and she climbed up onto the top of the platform just in time before the ladder broke away, trapping her up there.

She frantically looked over at you, hearing your gunshots that had saved her, but you had no idea how to help her now though because she was stuck up on the platform with the herd of walkers between you.

"Just go! I'm fine up here. Go!" Maggie yelled, waving at you to run.

That was all the encouragement you needed before you turned back and continued running down the street. You slowed your pace slightly, so Ricky and Dean were running in front of you, putting yourself between the walkers behind you and your boys.

"Y/N!" Your fathers voice suddenly shouted.

You spun around to find Rick, Carl, Michonne, Father Gabriel, Deanna and Ron further down the road, but they were becoming surrounded by the walkers.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Boys, shoot!" You yelled, raising your rifle again before you frantically started to shoot at the walkers surrounding your family and friends, clearing a path for them to run out.

"This way! I have Judith!" Jessie shouted, opening the front door of her house and motioning for you all to come.

"Inside, go!" You ordered, pushing your boys in Jessie's direction before you went back to shooting at the walkers near Rick, slowing them down as the others sprinted past you into the house before you hurriedly followed and slammed the door closed behind you.

Deanna was bit.

Judith was screaming in Carls arms.

Sam was playing music from upstairs.

Walkers were banging against the door.

So much was happening, you couldn't focus properly as your mind raced a million miles a minute.

"Boys, help me pull the curtains over the windows." You ordered, pointing at the various windows around the house.

Damnit, why did this stupid house have so many windows?

Ricky and Dean snapped into action and frantically pulled all the curtains shut while you raced around the house and secured all the doors. You locked them all, and pulled pieces of furniture in front of them for extra support because it wouldn’t be hard for a group of walkers to break a wooden door open.

Once you were satisfied that the house was as secured as you could get it, you returned to the main room. Carl had managed to get Judith to stop crying as he rocked her in his arms and Jessie's youngest son, Sam, had turned off his music from upstairs.

"Where's Grandpa?" You asked, looking over at Ricky and Dean who were now sitting on the other couch.

"Kitchen with Jessie." Ricky answered.

You nodded, walking down the hall and into the kitchen but froze when you saw the two of them kissing by the table. They both quickly pulled apart when they heard you enter, Jessie smirking a little while your fathers cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"Y/N, we were-" He started to say before you cut him off.

"None of my business. I was never here." You hurriedly said, turning around and stepping back into the corridor.

Well, you were not expecting that.

You leant against the wall of the corridor waiting for Rick to come back out so you could focus on the actual matter at hand.

Ron walked out the main room and stormed straight past you before disappearing down the corridor with Carl quickly following.

"Judith?" You asked, watching your brother walk away.

"Ricky has her. I mean, Rick." Carl answered, quickly correcting himself with your son’s name.

And wow, after everything that had happened over the last 48 hours, you had completely forgotten that your own son wanted to be referred to as Rick from now on. Had you called him Ricky by accident since? You hoped not.

Suddenly, your father rushed out the kitchen but stopped when he saw you leaning against the wall, clearly waiting for him.

"So, Jessie, huh?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. "You know she isn't that much older than me, right?"

"This conversation can be discussed at a later date, don't you think? Or maybe, never. Yeah, never works." Rick responded causing you to snort softly. "Status of the house?" He asked seriously, a moment later.

"House is secure. Doors are locked and barricaded shut. Windows are covered." You informed and he nodded before glancing over your shoulder towards the main room where Deanna was laying on the couch with Michonne kneeling beside her. "How is she?"

"Fever's settling in. She doesn't have long."

You nodded, "so, what's the plan?"

Rick opened his mouth to respond before loud crashing and banging erupted from a room down the corridor. What the hell?

"Carl and Ron." You whispered in sudden panic.

Ricks eyes widened before he sprinted down the corridor and stopped at the door to the garage where the loud commotion was coming from.

"Carl! Let me in! Carl, open the door!" Rick shouted, banging on the door.

It was no use though because that noise inside sounded like fighting and the door to the garage was locked, but it wasn’t by you. Carl or Ron had locked it from the inside.

"Ron!" Jessie shouted, rushing over to you.

"Back up." Rick ordered, pulling the hatchet from his belt before he slammed the sharp blade down at the lock, snapping it off and the door swung open.

You rushed past Rick into the garage to find Ron on the floor while Carl was using a shelf to hold the walkers back that were trying to push through the glass door that led outside.

"Carl, come on!" You shouted, pointing at the open door.

Your brother glanced over his shoulder at you before looking at Rick in the doorway who was shouting at him to run. Both boys frantically sprinted out the garage and you hurriedly followed as the walkers knocked the shelf down and staggered into the building.

Rick slammed the door shut behind you, but with the lock broken he couldn’t secure it.

You pressed your back against the door and put your foot up on the wall opposite you, using your body weight and strength to keep it shut just as the walkers started to bash against it. Carl and Ron quickly followed your lead, pushing the door shut with their hands.

"The couch. Get the couch to barricade it!" You shouted over your shoulder at Rick who hesitated, not wanting to leave you and the boys alone with the door. "We got this. Go!"

Rick nodded before him and Jessie rushed down the corridor while you, Carl and Ron held the door closed. The growls and snarls of the walkers were loud against the door, and you didn’t even want to think about how many of them were inside the garage right now.

Rick and Jessie returned with Gabriel and Michonne carrying the couch before bracing it up against the door vertically. You quickly shifted off the door and pushed your back against the couch instead, your boot digging into the wall across the hallway to help.

"We need more, and we need to be quiet." Rick ordered, pushing against the couch beside you.

"I'll see what I can find." Michonne said, already disappearing down the hallway.

Gabriel nodded, "me, too."

"I'll help." Carl joined, turning to go with them before Rick spoke up.

"Hey, hey, what happened in there?"

"We were looking for tools and knocked over a shelf."

That was a clear lie and Rick knew it too.

"We heard yelling." Jessie informed, catching onto the obvious lie as well.

"Yeah, Ron saw them break through the gates. We had to move. That's what happened." Carl insisted, sticking with his story.

You glanced over at Carl before looking at Ron, not liking that Carl was trying to cover up the fact that the two of them had been fighting. Why were they even fighting in the first place?

"Carl, there's nightstands in my mum's room. We can brace the couch with them." Ron suddenly said.

"It sounded like you guys were fighting." You pipped up, not liking how Ron tried to quickly change the topic.

"Yeah, but we were fighting them." Carl reassured.

Another lie.

Ron looked between you all but didn't say anything else before he went upstairs to get the nightstands.

"Carl? It's okay?" Rick asked hesitantly.

"It's okay." Carl nodded before he jogged after Ron to help him.

You glanced over at your father who met your gazed with a troubled look, but he kept quiet while the two of you held the couch against the door. The walkers continued to push against it, but the boys returned with the nightstands and with the bookshelf that Michonne and Gabriel dragged across, it was enough to hold the door shut.

The group of you barely had a chance to catch your breath before the barricades you had put up on the front door started to give way. You all tried to save it, but the walkers were now breaking through the windows too, there wasn’t enough of you to hold them back.

"Everybody get upstairs now!" Michonne shouted.

Oh, this wasn't good. This was really not good.

"Get the other couch to block the stairs!" You yelled, dashing over to Judiths crib and picking her up before you ushered your sons up the stairs, hoping that one of the others had grabbed the couch.

"Jessie, where are we going?" You asked, following the woman upstairs.

"My bedroom, it's the biggest." She answered, opening the door to her left and you all hurriedly followed, but Rick and Michonne weren't with you.

"Here." You said, handing your baby sister to the other woman. "I'll be back, you guys stay here."

You were out the bedroom before anyone could say anything and you rushed over to the stairs to find Rick and Michonne pulling a dead walker over the top of the couch that was now blocking the stairs.

"What are you guys doing?" You whispered, not wanting to make any more noise than necessary.

"We’re gonna use it's insides to mask our smell. Then we can get out of here and go to the armoury. We get the flares and use them to draw the herd away from Alexandria." Rick answered, dragging the body up the stairs. "I need you to stay here. You see anyone squeezing through, kill them and you get me."

You nodded, drawing your hunting knife from the sheath on your belt as you stood at the top of the stairs and stared down at the walkers trying and failing to get past the couch.

It wasn't long before everyone was wearing makeshift blanket ponchos covered in walker blood and guts. Jessies sons were both freaking out, Sam more so than Ron and while the other woman was busy reassuring her sons that this was the only option, you were silently proud of your kids who were getting their hands dirty and helping their grandfather cover the blankets in guts.

"You boys good?" Rick asked, glancing between his grandsons once they had their ponchos on.

They were scared. You knew they were, hell, so were you, but they were both putting on a brave face as they nodded.

"This plan will work." You reassured, kneeling down in front of your sons. "Now when we're out there, I want Dean to hold onto my hand and Rick you hold onto your brother's hand and don't let go, okay?”

"What if we get separated?" Ricky asked a little nervously.

"We won't. But if we do, you blend in with the herd of walkers and go towards the front watch platform. Maggie is up on the platform, she will keep you safe until I come find you."

Ricky and Dean both nodded before you looked around at the others who all seemed to be ready to go. Carl had Judith tucked under his poncho securely and you hoped like hell, that she didn’t decide to start crying while you were out there.

"Y/N?" Rick asked, looking over at you with a questioning look.

"We're good, let's go." You nodded.

It was easy enough to slip in amongst the dead. With the grime covered ponchos, you were invisible to the walkers. It was the perfect cover.

Rick led the way out the house and once you were outside amongst the herd, you all linked hands. You ushered your children in front of you and Ricky grabbed hold of his grandfather’s hand with his free one, the other holding Deans.

You squeezed Deans other hand gently for reassurance and glanced over your shoulder to Carl who was close behind you. He was unable to hold your other hand because of Judith under his poncho, but he was holding onto Jessie's hand with his free one and the others were all linked together like planned.

It was slow going through the herd. You had to blend in and weave your way amongst the dead carefully.

The sun was beginning to set along the horizon when Rick managed to lead you all off into a small pocket of the community where the walkers weren't, allowing you all to stop and breathe.

"Alright, new plan." Rick whispered, glancing amongst you all. "Flares from a few guns aren't enough. Too many walkers, too spread out. We're not going to the armoury. We need our vehicles back at the quarry. All of us drive. We'll need to round 'em up. We leave, we come back."

You nodded at the new plan, not bothering with a verbal confirmation as your eyes darted around your surroundings at the nearby walkers who were oblivious to your conversation.

"Okay. But Judith to the quarry and back..." Jessie trailed off, but you all knew what she was thinking.

There was no way that baby would stay that quiet for that long. It was too much of a risk and by the look on your father’s face, he was well aware of that.

"I'll take her." Father Gabriel whispered, speaking up for the first time. "Keep her safe in my church until you all lead the walkers away."

"Can you do this?" You asked sceptically.

"I'm supposed to. I have to." He nodded, looking over at you before focusing back on Rick. "I will."

Rick hesitated for a moment before he nodded in agreement and pulled Carl in closer so he could hand the baby girl over to the priest. You and your sons quickly stepped forward using your bodies as human shields to block Judith from any walkers that happen to look your way while Carl tucked the girl under Gabriel's poncho quietly.

"I'm going to keep her safe." Father Gabriel reassured, looking back at Rick.

Your father nodded, "thank you."

You watched on nervously as Gabriel wandered back amongst the sea of the dead in the direction of his church with your baby sister before the rest of you all linked hands once again and continued through the herd.

Once the sun has disappeared over the horizon, it didn’t take long for it to get dark. The moon was still relatively full providing just enough light for you to see your surroundings.

Out of nowhere, Sam suddenly stopped walking. The kid just stood frozen in the middle of the street with wide tearful eyes frantically moving from one walker to the next.

The boy was about to freak out.

Shit.

This was not good.

Carefully, you shifted around so that you were standing between Sam and your sons, not wanting them near him in case he had a meltdown. Because a meltdown right now would be suicide.

"Sam. Sweetheart? Come on. You can do it." Jessie encouraged, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to pull her son along, but he wouldn't move.

She continued to whisper to him, Ron now helping as well, but then Sam started to cry and within a blink of an eye, a walker bit down on the little boy’s shoulder, another one biting his forehead.

"Mum!" Sam shrieked out in pain, but it was too late.

You stepped in front of your own sons blocking their view from the horror before you, but you couldn’t tear your own eyes away as the walkers teared the little boy apart.

Jessie was crying now, her hand still holding onto her dead son. But her cries were going to draw in more unwanted attention.

"Jessie. Jessie. Come with us." Rick whispered, trying to get her to move. "We have to go."

She wasn't moving though. Her feet were glued to where she stood, her eyes zeroed in on her little boys mangled body and she sobbed quietly.

You opened your mouth to try and say something, but very quickly shut it again when three walkers attacked Jessie right in front of you. The woman let out a pained scream as the walkers practically tackled her to the ground, her pained screams dying out within seconds.

She was dead.

You quickly looked over at your father. His wide eyes were shimmering with unshed tears as he stared down at the walkers on top of Jessie. Whatever the two of them had going on between them was clearly something if Ricks reaction was any indication.

Shit.

Holding your sons behind your back with one hand, you reached over and grabbed your father’s shoulder with the other, forcing him to turn to face you so he wasn't looking at Jessie. Rick's blue panicked eyes locked with yours and you held his gaze.

"We need to go." You whispered, giving him a small encouraging nod and he nodded back ever so slightly.

"Dad." Carl’s voice suddenly grunted in an urgent tone.

You both snapped your heads over to Carl to find him trying to yank his arm free from something. You took a step forward to get a better look and your eyes widened in shock when you realised that Jessie's hand was still grasping Carls tightly and he couldn’t get free.

Oh, no.

Rick reacted quickly and pulled out his hatchet, not thinking twice before he raised the weapon and slammed it down against Jessie's wrist, again, and again until he finally broke through the bone and cut it clean off.

Carl fell backwards once his arm was free, landing on the grass and you carefully stepped over to him. You helped your brother to his feet with your free hand while eyeing the walkers around you cautiously, but most were too distracted by the fresh dead bodies to notice you.

Ricky and Dean were still behind you, Dean's hand grasping yours for dear life and you knew Ricky was holding his brother’s other hand like instructed.

You wanted nothing more than to comfort your children right now because you knew they would be absolutely terrified after what they had just witnessed, but you knew now was not the time.

You glanced back over at your father to make sure that he was okay, but he was just staring at something behind you with a frown like he couldn't quite believe what he was staring at.

Sudden dread filled your stomach as you turned around to find Ron standing a few metres away with a handgun drawn and aimed directly at Carl.

"You." Ron snarled, glaring at Carl. "You."

"Ron, wait-" You began to say, taking a step forward partly in front of Carl and raising your arm towards the teenager about to try talk him down.

Suddenly Michonne speared her sword through Ron's back just as he squeezed the trigger.

Bright hot pain suddenly burst through your left shoulder, and you bit down on your tongue to stop yourself from screaming. You looked down, but you couldn't see anything from the poncho covering your body, but you could feel it.

Ron had shot you in the shoulder.

That little fucker.

"Dad." Carl's voice hesitated from behind you.

You turned around and you felt like you were going to be sick when you saw the bullet wound across your brother’s eye. Deep crimson blood was already dripping down his face and you watched in pure horror as he fell to the ground.

The bullet had gone straight through you and had hit Carl.

Rick rushed over and scooped Carl up in his arms frantically while Michonne began to slice through the walkers that were trying to get to them. Your brain was short circuiting as to what to do as you stared at your brother in your father's arms.

Was he dead? Was your little brother dead?

"Mum, we need to go!" Ricky's voice suddenly said, bringing you out the haze.

Your sons now had their knives out and were helping Michonne fend off the walkers from getting to Rick and Carl.

Seeing your boys killing their first walkers was enough to snap you into action. You drew your own hunting knife with your good arm, not wanting to use your gun and attract more attention than what was already on you.

Everything happened in a blur.

One minute you were fighting off walkers and the next you were rushing through the front door of the infirmary being met with Denise, Aaron and Heath who helped you inside.

You made sure the front door was locked before you grabbed the desk closest and started to drag it across the floor to block it. Ricky and Dean were quick to help, and they pushed the other end of the desk until it was secure in front of the door.

"Thank you. I am so proud of you both." You sighed with relief, glancing between your two sons making sure they were both unharmed before you rushed across the room to where Carl was laying on a hospital gurney.

"Save him." Rick's voice wavered as he stared down at his son’s unconscious body.

"You need to move out the way." Denise said to Rick while she fired off orders to the others in the room to collect equipment and supplies. "Rick."

His entire body was trembling, but he seemed unable to move as he stared down at his son in terror.

You rushed forward and grabbed your fathers arm pulling him away and to your relief, he didn’t try and fight you, but he kept his eyes glued to Carl.

"Dad. Dad, look at me." You ordered, lifting your good arm and grabbing his chin, turning his head to face you until his tear-filled eyes met yours. "Carl is going to be fine. He's strong. We will save him, but you need to give us space to work."

"O-Okay." He whispered, taking a small staggering step back.

You threw your poncho off your body, hissing at the burning pain radiating through your shoulder at the sudden movement. You spared a quick glance down at your shoulder to find your shirt stained bright red from the shoulder and all the way down your side.

Yeah, that wasn't good.

Carl was the priority right now though. Your shoulder could wait. You had to help save your brother.

"Denise, what can I do?" You asked, walking over to Carl on the gurney.

"Here. Hold this." She instructed, motioning towards the towel she had pressed against Carl’s eye. "We need to keep pressure on the wound. I'll go in and sew up any lacerations. I'm going to clean and close this, so I need you to keep following me with the towel."

"Got it." You nodded, pressing your hand down on the towel while she got her tools ready.

You watched intently as Denise got to work. Michonne held a lamp down, angling it just right and you watched as the flow of blood slowly reduced after each suture Denise did.

It was working.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Grandpa?"

You glanced over your shoulder to find Rick pulling the desk away from the front door while your boys stood back and watched on in a mixture of confusion and worry.

"Dad, what are you- No!" You shouted when he reached for the door handle and yanked the door open. "Dad, don't!"

The front door slammed closed behind him a second later and you stood there with your mouth hanging open in shock.

What the fuck was he doing?

"Rick's out there. I need to help." Michonne frantically said.

"Hold on. Just one more suture." Denise muttered, concentrating on her work.

"But he's out there. He needs our help."

"This is his son. Give me a second." Denise instructed.

You glanced back over your shoulder at the front door anxiously before focusing back down to Carl.

"He's taking them all on." Aaron informed from where he was looking through the window.

"Damnit." You swore under your breath before you grabbed the lantern from Michonne. "Go help my dad. Go!"

Michonne nodded, not needing to be told twice before she sprinted out the infirmary with her katana in her hand, Aaron, Heath and Spencer right behind her.

You held the lantern with your injured arm while holding the towel with the other as you watched Denise work carefully. Her fingers were trembling a little, but she kept her head down and focused on the task at hand.

"Okay. That's it. I need bandages and that IV drip Aaron set up." She ordered.

You were about to let go of the lantern to collect the supplies before Ricky and Dean suddenly rushed across the room with said supplies already in their hands.

"Bandages." Dean said, holding them to Denise.

She smiled at the boys and took the bandages from Dean before she glanced up at you.

"Do you know how to start an IV?"

That was probably the one thing you were actually good at. The number of times you helped the doctors in the nursing home set up IV drips was too many to count.

"Yeah."

You rolled up Carl’s sleeve before grabbing the IV bag from Ricky and within a minute, you had the IV needle in and held the bag up high to allow gravity to do its job. Denise finished with the bandage that was now wrapped around Carl's head before she took the bag from you.

"I got it from here. Go help your dad." She instructed before her eyes widened only just noticing the blood on your shoulder. "Wait, are you shot too?"

"What?!" Ricky questioned in panic, his eyes following Denises and widened into saucers when he saw it.

"It's just a graze. I'm fine." You lied.

"Y/N-" Denise started to say, but you cut her off.

"You can patch me up after. Right now, I have to help the others. Boys you stay here with Denise-"

"No. We can help." Dean argued.

Ricky nodded, "we can kill walkers. We know how."

You wanted to point out that they had only just killed their first walkers in the last 20 minutes, but you kept your mouth shut as you looked between you sons, unsure of what to do.

"Please, mama." Dean begged, his big hazel eyes looking up at you.

"We will stick by your side and help fight. We can do it." Ricky insisted.

Reluctantly, you nodded, and your boys went to reach for their knives before you stopped them.

"No. Use slingshots. You still got rocks in your pockets for ammo?" You asked and they both nodded. "Good. Use the slingshots. You kill the walkers from a distance and only stab them with your knives if they get too close. Understand?"

"Yes." They both agreed, pulling out their slingshots from their back pockets.

With that, the three of you ran out the front door, but you paused for a split second when you saw what was happening.

The whole community was fighting together.

Everyone.

Alexandrian civilians that you had never seen pick up a knife before were out there with Rick and the others taking down the walkers as a team, and it was working.

You and the boys were quick to join in, taking down the walkers with your knife while the kids used their slingshots, shooting rocks through the walker’s heads like knives through butter.

"Is that a truck?!" Dean shouted above the growls of walkers.

You spared a quick glance in the direction he had pointed to find what looked to be a fuel truck parked near the water pond in the middle of the community.

Where the hell did that truck come from?

Suddenly a figure stepped up onto the roof of the truck and there was no mistaking that angel winged vest from anywhere.

It was Daryl.

He was holding a large weapon that looked awfully like a bazooka and aimed at the water before he squeezed the trigger.

Oh, it was definitely a bazooka.

The entire pond blew up in flames a second later and it wasn't hard to put two and two together to figure out that the fuel from the truck had been dumped into the water making the whole thing highly flammable.

The walkers around you were instantly drawn towards it like moths to a flame.

"That's fucking genius." Ricky muttered in awe.

You wanted to tell him off for the language, but instead you let that F bomb slide because he was right, that was fucking genius.

You continued to take down the walkers nearby, but within a few minutes, the whole herd were staggering to the fire, killing themselves.

You let out a sigh of relief as the adrenaline soaring through your veins began to subside now that the threat was gone. Without the adrenaline though, you could really start to feel the pain in your shoulder from the gunshot.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

Your head started to feel a little fuzzy as you blinked a few times trying to snap yourself out of it.

"Uncle Merle!" Dean suddenly called out, and you spun around to find the eldest Dixon running down the street while slicing the heads off any remaining walkers with his arm knife.

"Look at you boys! I knew those slingshots were a good idea." Merle grinned jogging over to the three of you as he stared at his nephews proudly before he glanced over at you. "What the fuck happened here?"

"It's a long story." You sighed, sheathing your knife with trembling fingers.

"Wait, are you shot?" Merle questioned, looking down at your bloodied shoulder.

"It's fine. Just a graze." You reassured, but as you went to take a step forward, the world around you suddenly tilted and if it wasn't for Merle quickly grabbing your arm, you would have been on the ground.

"Just a graze, my ass." Merle grunted in pretend annoyance, but you could hear the concern in his voice.

Ricky and Dean suddenly grabbed your sides to help steady you while Merle kept his grip firm on your arm which was probably for the best, because you were really starting to feel lightheaded now.

Maybe you had lost a little more blood than you thought.

"Y/N?" Daryl's voice suddenly shouted.

You looked over Merle's shoulder to find your husband rushing across Alexandria towards you after noticing the commotion.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." You insisted, although you were starting to doubt that.

A second later, Daryl was in front of you beside Merle, his bright panicked blue eyes looking you up and down before pausing on your injured shoulder. He quickly pulled out his rag from his back pocket and pressed it against the wound causing you to hiss in pain.

"Shit, sweetheart. The hell happened?" Daryl questioned, keeping pressure on the wound as he looked down at the boys either side of you.

"Mum got shot." Dean supplied, like that part wasn’t already obvious.

"It's a long story." You answered, blinking the blurriness from your eyes. "What happened to you?"

"Longer story."

"Denise can help mum. She's in the infirmary with Carl." Ricky informed, pointing back to the building behind you.

"Carl? Why is Carl- ain't important." Daryl shook his head before focusing back on you. "Can ya walk?"

Probably not.

"Yeah." You said instead because you were a Grimes and a Dixon, and you were stupidly stubborn.

Merle raised his eyebrows at you knowing that was a total lie before he let go of your arm and took a step back with a look that said, prove it.

Daryl hovered beside you anxiously, also coming to the same realisation that you were probably lying which was a good thing because you barely made it a few feet before your weak legs buckled out from underneath you.

Daryl rushed forward and caught you just in time before he lifted your good arm over his shoulder and helped you the rest of the way to the infirmary while Merle trailed behind with the boys, reassuring his nephews that you were going to be okay.

"Don't you pass out on me, sweetheart." Daryl muttered under his breath.

"I thought you were dead." You whispered, dropping your head down against his shoulder. "I thought- I thought..."

"Shhh. Save your strength."

You nodded against his shoulder ever so slightly before your eyes began to drift shut and the last thing you heard was Daryl shouting your name before everything faded into darkness.

You awoke sometime later to a dull ache in your shoulder.

"Ouch." You mumbled, blinking your eyes open to find Denise leaning over you.

She was securing your arm in a sling which had you frowning in confusion because what did you need a sling for?

Oh, right, the gunshot.

"That's what you get for hiding your injury." Denise replied, standing back up as she looked down at you with her hands on her hips. "You better heal quickly because you're kinda the only other person in Alexandria with medical training. I need you."

You smiled weakly, "thanks."

Denise smiled back, "I'll let Daryl know you're awake."

She walked out the room a moment later and you glanced around realising that you were in the back room of the infirmary. You still felt a little lightheaded, the impact of blood loss still affecting you as you glanced down at your shoulder to find it heavily bandaged beneath the sling.

"Don't ever do that again." Daryl's voice suddenly said.

You looked up to find him leaning in the doorway, biting at his thumb nail as he stared at you worriedly.

"I'm fine." You insisted.

"Ya nearly died from blood loss. That ain't fine." Daryl muttered, pushing himself off the doorframe before he walked over to your bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. "How are you feelin'?"

"Good. All things considered." You answered honestly before a thought suddenly hit you like a truck. "Carl, is he-"

"Denise said that he'll be okay."

Instant relief washed over you at those words. Your brother was alive. He was going to be okay.

Thank goodness.

"Where are the boys?"

"With Merle and Abe. They're worried 'bout ya. But they're fine." Daryl reassured, reaching for your free hand before lacing his fingers together with yours. "I thought I was gonna lose ya, sweetheart."

"I'm still here." You whispered, squeezing his hand gently. "I thought I had already lost you."

“Nearly did a few times out there to be honest."

Your head snapped up, “what-"

"I'll tell ya later. It ain't important right now." He briefly explained and you nodded. "The boys told me what happened. All of it."

You thought back to everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. The attackers invading Alexandria. The tower collapsing. Jessie and Sam getting torn apart right in front of you, Carl getting shot... all of it.

"Are you okay?" Daryl asked gently, and you knew he wasn't talking about the gunshot wound.

"It could've been one of our boys that died. Sam was about their age, it could've been them." You whispered, hating the fact that you could feel tears stinging your eyes.

"But it wasn't." Daryl reminded, squeezing your hand gently. "We taught our sons how to protect themselves. We taught 'em how to be brave 'n now look at 'em. They were helping defend this town and kill walkers."

You smiled softly, "when did they grow up?"

Daryl suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle of what looked to be old polaroid photos. Why did he have random polaroids?

"Here." He fanned out the photos before turning them around for you to see.

They weren’t just random polaroid photos, they were your polaroid photos.

"How... when... what..." You trailed off unable to form a single coherent sentence as you stared at the family photos in utter shock.

"Merle 'n I did a trip a while back. Went to the old house, it had been scavenged pretty hard, but managed to find these." Daryl explained, like it wasn’t a big deal. "Was gonna save 'em for your birthday as a surprise but figured you could use the pick-me-up now."

The photos were mostly of the boys from when they were younger, even a few baby photos too. There were some of Daryl and Merle with the kids and a few of them separately. A couple were family photos that Merle had taken of the four of you. They were a little blurry because he was a terrible photographer, but they still looked decent.

There was even an older polaroid of Rick and Shane in their Deputy uniforms. You had forgotten you kept that photo all those years ago.

"This my favourite." Daryl said, holding up the photo of Merle and Ricky who were both flipping off the camera.

You chuckled remembering that day like it was yesterday.

"I can't believe you grabbed these." You whispered, silent tears falling down your cheeks as you stared at the family photos. "Thank you."

Daryl smiled, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Hope I'm not interrupting." Your fathers voice suddenly said.

You looked up to find Rick hovering in the doorway with Judith in his arms.

Judith!

Thank goodness she was okay. How could you even have forgotten about her?

"I should go check on the boys anyway. I'll give you two a minute." Daryl said, leaving the family photos in your lap before he stood up and began to walk out the room.

Rick patted Daryl's shoulder as he walked past before your father entered the room and sat down on the chair beside your bed. His eyes flashed down to the family photos, and he smiled softly at them.

"Carl's gonna be okay. Thanks to you."

You looked away from the photos and stared at your father in confusion.

"Denise said that if you didn't slow the bullet down, Carl might not be here."

Oh.

"Glad I didn't get shot for nothing then." You responded, trying to make light of the situation, but by the glare your father sent you, it clearly didn't work.

"Why didn't you tell me that the bullet hit you too?" He asked, glancing down at your bandaged up shoulder. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"You had bigger things to worry about, dad. Carl was the priority."

Rick sighed, "you still should have told me."

"You were freaking out over Carl. I didn't want to give you something else to freak out about." You admitted, thinking back to the aftermath of the gunshot.

"So, passing out from blood loss was your plan to stop me from freaking out?"

"Surprisingly that was not part of the plan. No."

Judith giggled happily at your words despite not understanding a single thing, but it caused your father to snort in amusement which you were going to call a small victory.

Rick glanced down at his youngest daughter in his lap before looking back at you, his eldest.

He opened his mouth to say something but didn't get the chance before Merle suddenly walked through the door, a flash of relief washing over him when he noticed that you were up.

"Ricky, Dean, come here! Your mother is awake." Merle called out.

"It's Rick." Ricky voice corrected from outside the room.

Merle looked back out the door, "but Dean just called you Ricky like 30 seconds ago."

"Only he gets to call me that." Ricky stated, walking through the door with Dean before they both rushed over to your bedside. "Uncle Merle is being annoying." Your eldest grumbled.

"Uncle Merle is always annoying." You pointed out, glancing between your sons before looking over at your brother-in-law who was standing in the doorway.

Merle rolled his eyes, "glad you're awake, Y/N."

"Thanks, Dixon." You smiled before he walked out the room and you turned your attention back to your sons.

"You're okay?" Dean asked, eyeing the sling sceptically.

"Totally okay." You reassured just as Daryl walked back into the room and wandered over to your bedside, ruffling Ricky and Deans hair.

"Boys, come look at these photos." Daryl said, picking up the polaroids from your bed and handing them to the kids while steering them across the room to give you and Rick some privacy.

You sent Daryl a grateful smile and he gave you a small nod before you glanced back at your father to find him watching Daryl and the boys with a warm smile spreading across his face.

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes while you watched your husband and sons across the room before Rick let out a deep exhale and turned his attention back to you.

"What is it?" You asked, knowing that he had wanted to say something earlier before getting interrupted.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N."

You blinked in surprise thinking that you must have heard him wrong.

"What?" You asked dumbly.

"I'm proud of you." He repeated, smiling softly as he stared at you before nodding back towards Daryl and the kids. "You used to be their age. You used to be my baby girl, and now you're this strong, beautiful young woman who has her own family. You kept them alive through all of this. You kept me alive too, not just today, but on many occasions. And I'm proud of you."

Hearing those four little words from your father was something that you hadn't realised you needed until now.

"I'll always be your baby girl. Well, I got some competition now." You fought back tears and smiled looking down at Judith in your father’s lap.

"Grandpa, come look at these photos! There's one of me with my first rabbit." Ricky suddenly called out.

Rick chuckled softly, wiping his own tears from his eyes before he leant forward and placed a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

"Bring the photos over here. Let's look at them together with your mother." Rick instructed and a second later, the boys were jumping on top of your bed before laying out the Polaroids over your blanket to show Rick.

Daryl smiled gently, watching them as he sat down on the side of your bed and wrapped his arm around your good shoulder, pulling you into his side.

"Everything okay?" He whispered, noticing the tears in your eyes.

You nodded, wiping them away as you watched your family in front of you happily.

"Everything is perfect."

PART 6

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