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In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 7/??

Hey guys! So chapter seven is here! Im not the best at writing, but like many other writers, I did try my best and I hope you like it! Also most of the streets I have written into this chapter I made up on the spot, so if there is an actual street by that name it was purely coincidental.

Warnings- Light smut?, General Walking Dead stuff, Blood, Gore, Swearing.

It had felt like forever, sitting outside of the door that separated Daryl and myself. Lori was still sitting beside me, which feels more constricting than not, not that I had the heart to tell her.

At this point, I have memorised each and every detail etched into the door. I looked over to where Lori sat next to me, one hand resting against her forehead, the other resting against my shoulder. I reached my hand over and placed it over her own and smiled softly as she turned her head. “Thank you.” I whispered. “Dont be stupid.” She responded, a small chuckle escaping her lips. The click of the latch received both of our attention, I looked back towards the door to see Rick emerge.

“Here.” Lori extended her hand to me. “Thanks.” I took her hand and nodded as she helped me up. I look at Rick, and he smiled softly. “He’ll be alright.” “Oh thank god.” I hugged him “Now god ain’t had nothing to do with it.” Shane walked out behind Rick.

Rick walked over to Lori and hugged his wife. “I’ll tell you what.” Shane paused, walking over to me. “That is one tough son of a bitch in there.” He pointed towards the door, bringing me into a hug. I rolled my eyes as I hugged him back. “Hershel is just giving him another look over.” I look up to my brother. “Its just to ensure that he doesn’t have any other injuries.” Rick added. I slowly nodded my head, and sat down in the single seat next to the door. Rick kissed his wife before leaving Lori, Shane and myself in the hallway as we waited for Hershel.

After waiting another ten or so minutes, Hershel exiting the room. “The bullet only grazed his head.” He paused. I stood up from the seat and nodded. “The arrow in his side went straight through, missed his important organs.” “He is okay other than that?” “That and a few bruised ribs, he will be fine, however I would recommend a resting period of a few days, But.” He paused, glancing at the door. “I don’t think that he would take that advice.” He continued. “He is a stubborn bastard.” I muttered, looking at the door nodding. “He is asleep, but you can go in and see him.” “Thank you so much Hershel.” I smiled and pulled him into a hug. I pulled back and smiled softly at him, before turning to the door, quietly entering the room.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was the small dresser by the window, and the cross hanging next to the door above the bed. Daryl was on the bed, peacefully sleeping on his side, mouth slightly parted as soft snores broke the silence of the room. I stood at the edge of the bed, unsure if I should sit on the side of the bed or bring in the seat from the hall. “Are ‘Ya just gonna stand there?” A rough mumble came from the bed, startling me from my thoughts. “You’re meant to be sleeping.” I sighed.

“How am I meant to sleep when ya always staring at me.” I sat down on the bed next to him, softly pushing his hair back. “Go back to sleep, you need to rest.” He only grumbled in response as he shook his head. “Nah, I can sleep when im dead.” “If you dont rest that could be sooner than you think.” “I’m fine.” He scoffed. I rolled my eyes. We spent a few moments just staring at one another, the small breaths from us both the only thing we could hear.

“What happened out there Daryl?” I sighed. He winced lightly as he propped himself up on his elbow, “Took one of them horses, damn thing near killed me.” He paused. “Got spooked by something, kicked me off.” He continued.

“Thats where the bruising came from Im guessing.” I spoke softly tracing the bruises that littered his torso. “Fell down the ridge, landed in the creek with my own arrow in me.” He motioned to his side, pausing as my eyes landed on the gauze.

“Took down a few walkers.”

“Daryl!” “I know what ya ‘bout to say. Im fine.” He stated.

I sighed softly shaking my head.

“What if you couldn’t get back? What then Daryl?” I asked. “Y’all woulda been fine, I don’t belong ‘ere anyway.” He shrugged. “How can you say that?” I asked pushing myself off of the bed.

I could feel his eyes boring into me as I paced back and forth.

“You say that you don’t belong here, but you do. You can even feed me more bullshit about how you don’t, I dare you.” I challenged. “if you did not come back, every single fibre of my being would be out there searching for you.” I paused.

I took a deep breath, turning to look at him.

“Look, wether you like it or not Daryl, I care about you, I care for you and nothing in this world will ever change that Dixon.” He kept his eyes on me, watching my every move.

“Call me selfish, call me crazy, hell you can even call me dramatic! But a part of me would've died if you didn't come back.”

I paused for a brief moment as i tried to fight the tears.

Stupid, damn hormones.

“Stop working ya self up.” “Believe it or not, that isn’t an easy thing to do.” I sighed “why?” “Because im scared… im scared of losing you.” I paused.

I took a small step back.

“Im so damn scared, because for the first time in my life I have something to lose, someone.”

He continued to stare at me, staying silent as he listened to my rambling, as I started to pace once more.

“Im not trying to fight you Daryl. I just want you safe.” “I love ya..”

“I need you around, our baby needs you around. I-“

I paused, looking at him.

“What did you just say?”

“I love ya.” He shrugged.

“This isn’t something to joke about right now.” I sigh placing my hand against my forehead, rubbing my temple.

“I aint joking.”

“Daryl-“ I ran my hand over my face, before dropping it to my side. “Ya’ gonna say it back? Or do I need to go back ou-“ “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence Dixon.” I warned as he grabbed my hand and pulled me softly back to the bed.

I sat on the mattress and started to lay down.

My hands found his stubbled cheeks, our eyes connected and I drowned out the world for those crystal blue eyes. “I love you Daryl Dixon.”

I could feel his hands pull my face closer to his as we let reality fade away, the two of us escaping in the kiss.

Daryl rolled over to his back, gently pulling me with him.

We pulled apart as he grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and flinging it across the room, attacking my lips once again with his own.

He moved his hands down, across my body slowly, snaking them around my hips, lifting my body over his, leaving me to straddle him.

His hands gripped to my hips, not letting go, his nails leaving soft red crescent shaped indentations against my skin.

The skin on skin contact, his chest pressed against my own igniting a whirlwind of lust between us both.

I leant down and captured his lips in a deep kiss.

Daryls hands moved down to my ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as our tongues fought for dominance.

I could feel him hardening against my inner thigh, drawing a soft mewl from my lips.

He pulled me closer, one of his hands slipping in between our bodies, moving to cup my breast.

Daryl softly pushed me back, starting to unbutton my jeans, working quickly to remove them.

Each soft touch of his fingers against my bare skin, caused shivers to run down my spine.

I leant down and peppered kisses all over Daryls neck, from his Adam’s apple, to behind his left ear where even though he won’t admit it, Is his sweet spot.

Daryls hands harshly grabbed my ass, before softly growling into my ear, rolling his hips into my own.

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, Daryl pulling it off of me and throwing it to the floor, kissing down my chest, one hand cupping one of my breasts, the other resting behind me.

He pulled my body closer to his, before groaning out in pain.

My eyes shot open and I softly move off of Daryl.

“Shit, Daryl. Are you alright?” I asked moving to examine his abdomen.

“I’m fine.” He responds, grumbling as he ran his hands over his face in frustration.

I bend down pick up my bra from the floor and put it on, I take another look around the room for the rest of my clothes.

I see my jeans and jump slightly, shimmying them on.

My eyes search the room once again, spotting my shirt hanging off of the dresser, I walked over and snatched it off.

“What are ya’ doing?” He asked as I slipped the shirt over my head.

“You’re hurt, we aren’t doing that.” I scoffed.

Daryl let a groan of frustration out and laid back, annoyance clear on his features.

I crawled onto the bed, kissing under his navel.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, brow raised.

I look up at him through my lashes, smirking as he started to breathe heavy.

I kissed down his stomach, my hands softly moving down his chest and into his waistband.

He moaned softly as my hand slipped further down his pants.

A knock on the door made us both sigh.

“Ya’ gotta be shitting me.” Daryl muttered, turing his back to the door, pulling the blanket up to cover himself.

I stood up, making my way to the door, opening it to be met with Carol.

“Hey honey.” She smiled softly.

“Hey Carol, Whats up?” “I was just dropping in to let you know dinner is ready, I brung some up for Daryl.” She smiled as she lifted a plate.

“Oh, thank you, I’ll come down and get some.” I smiled nodding softly.

I moved aside as she walked in and set the plate down.

“Ill see you soon.” I kissed Daryls cheek.

He nodded.

I left the room as Carol asked if he was okay, getting few words from the man in response.

It was a quiet walk to the dining area, but it was even more quiet there, the only sound audible being the knives and forks hitting the plates.

I took the seat in-between Andrea and Lori.

The silence had lasted about five minutes, although it felt like 5 years, and was broken by Glenn’s voice.

“Does anybody know how to play Guitar?” He paused.

“Dale found a cool one… Somebody’s gotta know how to play.” He smiled.

My head turned to Patricia as she cleared her throat.

“Otis did.” She spoke.

“Yes, and he was very good too.” Hershel confirmed.

We all continued to eat in what was now an awkward silence.

I looked around the table, to notice Shane staring longingly at Lori, I scoffed under my breath and shook my head.

The guy doesn’t know what is good for him.

Slowly but surely, everyone started finishing up their meals.

After Hershel has finished eating, he stood.

“Rick, There are matters for us to discuss.” The man mentioned stood and followed Hershel out.

Carol stood and started to clear the table.

The rest of us following, picking up plates, cutlery and glassware, taking them to the kitchen.

“Dinner was great.” Beth smiled.

“It was lovely, thank you.” Patricia added.

I started to wipe over the clean dishes after Patricia had washed them, Maggie putting them away as both Carol and Lori collected more dishes.

The six of us had the place cleaned up in half an hour.

Lori had left to be with Carl, Carol was with Dale and T-dog in the RV, Beth had gone with Jimmy, Patricia had gone to her room.

A rush of wind passed me and almost knocked me down.

“Im sorry!” Maggie called out as she ran out of the door.

I chuckled as she profusely apologised as she continued running.

I turned and started to make my way back to Daryl’s room.

“(Y/n)?”

I turned to see Hershel walking toward me.

“Good evening Hershel… What can I do for you?” “I understand that you and Daryl are in a relationship?’ He asked.

“Yes sir.” “I’d appreciate it, if the two of you were separated for the night.” “Pardon?” I asked. “You’re both adults, you can survive a night in a different bed.” He stated, brows raised.

“Oh… Right.” I nodded.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course Hershel.” “Thank you.” He nodded, turning on his heel and leaving.

I continued my walk to Daryl’s room and peeked my head through the crack in the door, being met with his soft snores.

I softly closed the door and started the walk to my tent.

I was startled awake by a foreign presence in the tent, soft breaths hitting the back of my neck.

I looked down, to see an arm draped over my body, a hand resting over my stomach.

“Relax. S’me.”

I let go of my breath, that I didn’t even realise I was holding.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” I asked, turning to face him.

“I woke up. Ya weren’t there.”

“You were asleep… you even looked peaceful.” “Ya could’a stayed, slept in a bed.” “I just wanted you to rest.” “I can’t sleep now anyway.” He muttered, pulling me closer to him under the cover, pressing a small kiss to my lips, before settling back down.

The door slightly blew against the breeze.

I looked outside and watched as the soft glow of the early morning sun reflected on the dewy grass.

I felt my consciousness slip away.

My eyes opened, I looked around to be met with an empty tent.

I stretch and get changed, poking my head out of the small door.

The sun, not as harsh as the day prior.

A smile is on my face in an instant as soon as I noticed Carl by the chicken coop with Lori.

I rushed out of my tent and walked over to the pair, waving at Dale as I passed him.

Carl had bent down, reaching his hand into the bucket of feed for the chickens, slightly pausing, causing Lori to move forward.

“Dont look so worried.” “It’s my job.” “No it’s not. You’re a housewife.”

I held in my laughter.

Lori threw the remaining seed in her hand at the boy.

“Yeah, punk? You see my house around here?” She paused.

“A housewife.” She scoffed.

“Im pretty sure your house is just over there.” I laughed, pointing at the Grimes’ tent.

Carl laughed more as Lori picked up more seed, throwing it directly into my face, before she laughed too.

“Think you’re funny huh? The pair of you.” She chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I do actually, Carl, how about you?” I asked smirking

Lori shook her head as we waited for Carls response, after a moment we still hadn’t heard a response.

I turned my head to see him staring at a small group of baby chicks.

“They don't have a mother.”

“She might be somewhere else.” Lori tried to ensure he didn’t worry. “Yeah, she might still be inside the coop.” I agreed.

“Maybe she got eaten.” Carl paused.

I turned to face Lori, who sat in shock, watching her sons every move.

Carl looked between the both of us, before continuing. “Everything is food for something else.” I tried to respond but was cut off by the door inside of the coop slamming shut, spooking some of the hens at our feet.

A twig snapped to the right of me, looking over I see Rick waking over to see his wife and son.

“Morning (Y/n).” “Morning Rick, have you seen Shane?“ “He was out fixing a boundary fence, should be back soon.” He smiled, hugging Lori from the side. I nodded my head in thanks, before leaving the small family to greet one another.

The walk to the tent, was a short, boring one, looking around at my surroundings, my foot snagging on a branch that I could’ve sworn wasn’t there moments before.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright?” Andrea asked, rushing over.

“Im fine, thank you.” I nodded.

“I saw you trip.” “I’m okay, I didn’t even hit the ground, im a pretty good catch.” I softly joked. “I don’t think you should be joking around this is serious.” “So is shooting Daryl.” I shot back.

Andrea looked down, clearly upset.

“Andrea, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that… That wasn’t fair on you.”

“No, its okay. I mean I get it. I shot Daryl, and you’re pissed.” “It was an accident. Im not mad at you, thats was a defensive mechanism.” “So, are we good?” She asked.

I nodded, earning a smile from her, before she pulled me into a hug. “id be lying if I said I haven’t ever wanted to shoot him myself.” I laughed letting go from the hug, causing her to laugh along with me.

“Apparently we all have.” She chuckled.

“I was actually on my way to see Daryl, to apologise to him, give him this book.” She held up ‘The case of the missing man’.

“Thats a great idea. Does it have pictures?” “What do pictures have to do with it?”

“Don’t let him give you a hard time. He will complain, just tell him to suck it up.” I smiled.

“Are you coming to see him?” “I was on my way to see him, but I think it’s best if I let you go in alone.” “I can come back later.” “Andrea, it snow or never.” I smiled.

She sighed, before looking at me and smiling.

“Im going.”

She turned on her heel and headed in the same direction I was before hand.

I walked further down and seated myself on one of the protruding tree trunks.

I leant my head back and let the warm breeze dance across my skin, softly moving my hair.

The peace and quiet was short lived however as two voices kept moving closer.

“Shh. Just trust me on this, okay?” I heard Maggie plead.

“But I suck at lying. I can't even play poker. It's too much like lying.” Glenn whispered.

“You have to keep this to yourself. You have to. Please.” She desperately begged.

I shifted my head, now watching Maggie leave a conflicted Glenn.

After a moment, Glenn looked around and hastily made his way to the RV with a basket.

A bribe maybe….

I waited for five minutes before moving, not wanting to alarm either party if they had returned or forgotten something.

Walking to my tent, I thought about the whispers between Glenn and Maggie, wondering if it was about the two of them sneaking around together, or if there was something more serious happening.

As I got to my tent I found it empty.

One of Daryl’s arrows sitting on the small mattress that we shared, next to the mesh which now had holes littering the bottom from the arrow.

I shook my head and smiled, he obviously would’ve been bored.

I left the tent, and started to search for Daryl or Shane.

Both of which can apparently turn the Greene farm into a game of ‘Where’s Waldo’.

I grabbed the keys for Shane’s Hyundai and made my way over to it, pretty quickly reaching the car, I sat in the drivers seat and started the engine.

I sat in the car and noticed Glenn and Lori at the camp fire visibly disagreeing over something, Lori, acting discrete as Glenn was pushing the subject, whatever it was.

“What is going on in this group?” I muttered under my breath.

I jumped as a loud bang sounded from the passenger seat window, which I wound down for him.

I held my chest as I looked at the culprit, Shane with a dirty smirk.

“What are you doing?”

“I was going to go for a run.” “And not tell anyone?”

“I was originally going to ask If you wanted to join me.” “I ain’t going with you.” He shook his head.

“Fine. Then don’t.” I smiled, putting the car in drive.

“Hey!” Shane exclaimed noticing my movement.

“Im going on this run Shane, with you or with out you, make a decision.” “Fine! I’ll come!”

“That’s what I thought. Now. Get in.”

The car moved when Shane opened the door, making sure to noticeably throw himself angrily into the seat, and slam the door, finally letting me start the journey.

“What is with the attitude?”

“Believe me, if you had a pain in the ass like you for a sister you have one too.” “I have you for a brother. I know the pain.” “Where are we even going?” He asked as we neared the gate.

“I overheard Beth and Jimmy talking last night after dinner, Jimmy had told Beth that there is a house on maple street that looked pretty, from what I could see on the map it looks like it’s ten minutes out.”

I stopped the car at the gate.

Shane, opening the his door and running to the gate to open it, letting me drive through to the other side, before he shut it again, getting back in the passenger seat.

“A house that looked pretty? That is a stupid lead.” He shook his head, turning to look at me.

“Shane, if it looks pretty, im assuming that there’s no walkers around, it could be an easy supply raid.” “What if its over-run?” “Then we deal with it like we would any other time.” “We.” He pointed between us both. “Aren’t dealing with it. I am dealing with it.” He pointed at himself.

I rolled my eyes at his antics.

“You do realise that I have a heart, internal organs, a brain and skin right? Im not made from porcelain.” “You’re my sister, who is carrying a foetus.” “Dont call it that.” “What do I call it then?”

“Tadpole, Bean, Nugget. I don’t care, just don’t call it a foetus.” “Nugget? What kind of name is nugget?” Shane laughed.

“Im not naming it nugget. Jesus Shane. Im not naming it Bean or Tadpole either. It’s just a base name we are going to call it until it’s born.”

“Have you thought of names yet?” “Are you really asking me that?” “Is Spartacus still on the list of names?” He laughed. “Oh shut up!” “Wait, wait, wait, my favourite was always Fabio.” He laughed harder than before. “Then name your kid that.” I hit his arm, laughing with him.

“I ain’t having kids. Especially not after you have your kid. Having that one around is enough.” He laughed.

“Come on, Spartacus needs a cousin, and it looks like you and Andrea are getting close.” I teased.

“Shut up.” He sulked.

“Oh, have I hit a nerve? Does Shane Walsh have a crush on Andrea?” “Seriously, shut up, focus on the road, or you’ll get us lost.”

I smirked and shook my head as we turned onto Bellman Parade.

“Keep an eye out for Maple.”

“Im not dumb.” “Clearly you are, Andrea is great.” I smiled looking at him, to get a death glare in response.

“Maple is the next left.” He stated.

I turned left onto what could only be described as a rich area.

“I doubt these houses would have supplies.” “Can you not be a negative Nancy, who knows what’s hoarded in these houses.” “Exactly! There could be a horde.”

I pulled over on the curb infant of one of the houses, all of which are deserted and look untouched.

“We will start at house 23 and search all of them, see if we can get anything useful.”

“We aren’t separating.” “Clearly.”

We both walked onto the front porch of house number 23.

Shane opened the door, holding out his handgun infant of him, whistling into the house, waiting for any sign of movement or danger.

We waited a moment before he lowered the gun, handing it to me.

“Try not to use it. The last thing we need is every walker within a mile to come.” “I know Shane, save bullets, im not stupid.”

“I know, im just telling you to be careful.” “I appreciate it, now you search the ground floor and I’ll search upstairs.”

He nodded.

I started to sweep through the rooms, finding small bandages, weak pain killers and a few protein bars that I found in a lunchbox.

I looked over the railing to see Shane searching the cabinet in the living room.

“Any luck?” “Not much, a few bullets, handgun and a few cans of food. What about you?”

“A few bandages, some pain killers, weak ass ones and three protein bars.”

“Alright, let’s check the next house.”

“Okay, im coming down.”

I noticed the draw string for the attic Hanging softly.

“Shane! Come up here for a second!” “Why” “Just hurry up!” “Okay, im coming.” He muttered coming up.

“Pull the drawstring down.” “Why do you want to go up into a creepy attic?” “What if they have a weapons box up there?” “It’d be extremely lucky to just guess there’s one.” He laughed grabbing it and pulling it down, the ladder slowly emerging from the ceiling.

Before the ladder had a chance to hit the ground, dust was crumbling from the opening.

I swatted the dust from my face and sneezed.

“Looks like you’re still a geek.” Shane snickered.

“Ow!” He pulled his arm back, rubbing where my fist connected with his arm.

I climbed the ladder and looked around the attic.

Boxes labelled from numerous festive seasons, to ‘dad’s trophies 1988’, to ‘home videos’ and ‘1967-2009 family photos’.

I stepped into the attic and ventured further into the dim space.

I began moving the boxes out of the way, searching in various ones to see what we could utilise.

“Any luck?” Shane called out from the ladder.

“Not yet.” I called out searching another unlabelled box.

I discarded the box to the side, the box hitting one of the chairs.

A domino affect had spilt a few of the boxes, one of which had gardening equipment that had spread over the floor boards.

“(Y/n)! Hey! Are you okay?” I heard Shane and his heavy steps running in my direction.

“Yeah. I’m good.” I breathed out

“I found these shears, hatchets, multi-tools.”

“If there’s any rope, grab it.”

“I know Shane.”

I look to my right noticing the extra pair of hands searching through the contents of the box.

“Let’s take what we have so far to the car.”

I nodded in agreement, moving back towards the ladder.

We searched the next three houses and found various food cans, more medicine, even a first aid box that was filled to the brim.

The fifth house we entered, both the front door and the back door had been wide open.

“Might have a few neighbours.” Shane said as he walked onto the porch.

“Wait out here, I’ll go in and see what we’re dealing with.”

“What if-“ “I will handle it.”

I nodded and waited while Shane did a run through, entering the house when he gave the signal.

This house was empty, compared to the others.

“We will start on this floor, work our way up.” Shane nodded, entering one of the bathrooms.

On then entire ground floor we couldn’t find anything.

“We might have better luck upstairs..” I suggested, making my way up to the next floor.

“Maybe.” He agreed.

My hand reached out to the door in front of me and I lightly pushed it open, pastel pink and blue wallpaper came into view.

I walked into the room, finding dual cribs in opposite corners of the room, a few scattered plush toys on the ground, the walls were ruined with blood splattering along the wall nearest the crib at the window.

A few photos discarded from a photo album that had been thrown around.

I picked up one of the photos and examined it.

A gorgeous blonde woman sat next to a handsome man, each holding a baby in their arms.

“(Y/n)?” I felt Shane tap my shoulder.

“Huh? Yeah?”

“Ive been calling out for 10 minutes. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry.” “What do you have?” “I just found this.” I paused and showed him the picture.

“I hope they got out safely.” I continued. “Im sure they did.” He took the picture and placed it on the shelf.

“I think it’s time to go.” Shane held my arm and guided me from the room.

We walked back to the car and stopped before getting in.

“Do you want me to drive?” “I got it.” I shook my head with a soft smile.

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Rick Grimes x Reader

Hi! I love your stuff! Could u pls write one about rick and the reader going out on a run together and they come across a stream and decide to take a swim bc its so hot outside.. its kinda awkward at first and then things get heated? ;) pls and thank u!

Here you go anon, hope you like it! 💙

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk, a little fluff at the end

Words: 3,020

A/N: Sorry if I fuck up my description of Georgia, I live on the west coast and had to rely on Google maps!

The sound of someone tapping the bars at the opening of your cell wakes you from your slumber. Looking towards the noise you see Beth standing in the doorway, baby Judith balanced on her left hip.

“Good Morning Y/N. Rick sent me to wake you up, he wants to leave for the run soon.” You rubbed your eyes softly, yawning. Today was the day you guys were heading out to an old abandoned pharmacy about 20 miles away that Glenn and Maggie had come across on a run, but it had been too dark to risk going into and they had no more room for supplies in their car.

The council decided that it was worth another run after the flu that had just hit the prison. Medicine was running dangerously low so you and Rick volunteered to go. It was just the two of you, the rest of the group was either recovering from being sick or taking over the duties of the ill to keep things running smoothly.

“Thanks, Beth. I’m just gonna get changed and be out there in a sec.” You say as you begin to climb out of bed, throwing your legs over the side and sitting up. Standing, you grab a pair of jeans, a tan flannel button-up and quickly throw them on. You put on your boots, lace them up, and then grab your (Y/H/C) locks into a messy bun. Slipping your knife and handgun holsters on your belt, you leave your cell and begin to walk down the cellblock towards the exit where everyone is outside eating breakfast.

“Morning Y/N,” Carol says as she hands you a bowl containing powdered scrambled eggs, your stomach growls at the sight of the hot food.

“Morning, Carol. You seen Rick around? That pharmacy run is today and we’re supposed to be heading out soon,” You say as you accept her offering, digging in immediately as you wait for a response.

“He’s out getting the car all packed up in case something happens and you guys have to stay out later than expected. You know how it is, anything can happen,”

“Yeah, better to be safe than sorry.” You say as you finish up the last of your food, bidding her farewell and heading off to where the cars are all parked. You can see Rick loading up the car with some containers for the medicine and some extra food and water before closing the trunk. He turns towards you as he hears your footsteps echoing closer.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to go? I wanna go ahead and get out there early, feels like its gonna be a scorcher today,” He says, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead that accumulated from his earlier actions.

“Yeah, I’m all set so we can leave whenever you’re ready,” He nods and says he’s going to go say goodbye to Carl and Judith and then you both can head out. You go ahead and climb into the car, buckling yourself in while you wait for Rick to come back.

A couple of minutes pass and the drive side door opens, Rick stepping his foot into the car before sitting down. He turns the key in the ignition before looking over at you.

“Ready to go?” He asks with a smile.

“Let’s do this, Grimes.” You reply, grinning, as he shifts the car in drive and starts driving forward towards the gate. Maggie opens it and you both wave at her on your way out.

You pull the map out of the glove compartment and look at the city circled on the map.

“Alright so the pharmacy is in Newnan, it’s about 20 miles northwest of here. So it shouldn’t take too long to get there, all we gotta do is get on route 16 and it’s a straight shot.” He nods at your words as he drives down the road away from the prison.

You’re both quiet on the drive to the pharmacy, him focusing on the road ahead as you watch the scenery pass by through the window on your right. You’d never get used to the emptiness of this world, you think as miles stretch without you seeing a single person. Well, a live person, that is.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Rick pulls up to the pharmacy and turns off the ignition.

“Well, here we are.” He says, smiling at you before exiting the car and grabbing a pack from the trunk. Looking around, you don’t see anything suspicious as you both walk up to the entrance. From the size of the pharmacy, you can tell that Newnan is a small town, very much unlike the memories you have of growing up on the west coast in a big city.

Rick knocks his elbow on the front window, hoping to draw out any walkers before you guys go inside. About a minute goes by and you don’t hear or see anything so you both head towards the door. Rick goes in front of you, raising his gun and sweeping the area for any signs of danger. Pulling your knife from your belt, you do the same.

After walking through the pharmacy and seeing that the coast was clear, you both walk behind the counter to where the medicine bottles are stored. There was so much, all of this medicine would keep you guys stocked for months. Opening your bags, you both start grabbing everything off the shelves and stuffing them in the duffel bags you brought.

It takes about half an hour to gather all the medicine and you take the liberty of looking around the pharmacy for other supplies while Rick loads everything up for the trip back home. You grab a few essentials you think the group might need before heading outside where Rick was waiting in the car.

As soon as you exited the store, you could feel the sun beating down on you. It must have gotten at least 10 to 15 degrees hotter while you guys were inside. Tossing the items you grabbed for everyone into the backseat, you got back in the car.

“You weren’t kidding, it’s so hot out here. I feel like I’m gonna melt.” You say dramatically, fanning yourself with your hand, trying to cool down a bit. He laughs softly at you before putting the car in drive and leaving the small town behind.

“Rick, you’re gonna have to put a window down or something. I’m literally dying over here!” You say before spotting a sign that says “EAST NEWNAN LAKE – 5 miles”. You smile as you turn towards Rick.

“Can we please stop Rick? Please please please!” You say, motioning towards the sign. A frown crosses his face.

“Y/N, we should really be getting back.” He says and you push your bottom lip out, pouting softly.

“Please Rick, please? Can we stop, just for a little bit! I promise I won’t complain for the rest of the drive.” You say and you can tell he’s giving in to your request.

“Alright, alright, anything to shut you up.” He teases and you push his arm lightly in response, laughing.

He takes the exit and turns down an old dirt road with a sign pointing that the lake was that way. Driving down the road, you start fidgeting excitedly as the lake comes into view. You open the door as soon as Rick puts the car in park.

You sit at one of the benches surrounding the lake and pull your boots and socks off before walking towards the water. You moan in satisfaction as the cold water touches your feet. Looking back at the car, you see Rick sitting on the hood of the car, arms crossed, watching you from a distance.

“You’re not gonna make me swim all by myself are you, Officer Friendly?” You say teasingly.

“You’re not even swimming, you’re just dipping your toes in the water,” He jests in return. Laughing, you walk over towards him. You grab his hand and pull him over towards the water.

“Come on Rick! Lighten up a little,” You say, laughing as he sighs playfully behind you. He kicks off his shoes before stepping into the water.

“You were right, Y/N. This isn’t too bad.” He says, as he pulls his button up from his jeans and begins undoing it. You watch him pull the shirt from his shoulders, admiring his body. Sweat runs down his toned chest, running across his abs before disappearing below the waistband of his jeans. You lick your lips at the sight, but a slight cough breaks your attention. Rick is standing still, gazing at you amusedly with his hands on his hips. You blush at the realization that you’ve been caught ogling him.

“Oh, sorry! I’ll give you your privacy.” You say before turning around and giving him his privacy. Kicking yourself at your awkwardness, you stare at your feet, wanting the Earth to open up and swallow you that very minute.

“Alright, Y/N. You can turn around now.” You hear from behind and you turn to see Rick in the lake, water up to his chest.

“Look the other way Grimes, I’m comin’ in. No peeking!” You joke as you disrobe quickly before walking in the water, pulling your hair down as you descent. You let out a little yelp at how cold the water is compared to you. Swimming deeper into the lake, you groan as your body begins to cool down. This was exactly what you needed.

“You feeling better, Y/N?” You hear Rick say and you look over at him and nod.

“Yes, much. You have no idea how hot I was in that car, Rick.”

“I reckon I got some idea,” He says, his voice low and your eyes widen a bit, was he flirting with you? Shaking your head at the thought, you laugh it off and immerse yourself under the water before coming back up and slicking your hair back with your fingers.

You both keep to yourselves for the rest of your time in the water; an awkward silence coming over you both after his earlier statement. Feeling your hand start to prune up, you called over to Rick. He was treading water about 10 feet away from you, his head pointed up towards the sky, relishing in the quiet.

“We should probably be getting back, Rick.” You say as you head towards the bank where your clothes are lying in a heap. He lets out a sound of agreement and you can hear him as he moves in the same direction.

“I’ll get out first Grimes,” You say as you climb out of the water, expecting that he’s turned his back to you. Bending down, you grab your blue, cotton panties. You lift your leg to put them on but you're interrupted by a hand on your waist.

“Are we really gonna leave this unresolved, Y/N?” A husky voice inquires behind you and you spin around. You turn to see Rick standing close to you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Rick! What are you doing?” You exclaim in shock.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what’s going on here.” He says, placing his rough hand against your cheek, running index finger over your bottom lip. His other hand wraps around your waist as he jerks you close to him before crashing his lips down to yours.

Groaning, you immediately respond and run your hands up his chest to his face. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you open your mouth slightly and groan as his tongue intertwines with yours. Rick’s hand migrates down to your ass and he grabs a handful, a soft cry slips from your mouth at his actions.

Pulling his lips away from yours, he kisses down your neck, sucking softly before wrapping his lips around your left nipple. You moan at the delicious feeling of his beard on your skin.

“Rick!” You cry, putting your fingers in his hair and holding his head to your chest, as you relish in the sensations his mouth was causing. The need to feel his lips back on yours emerges and you pull his mouth back to yours. Your hand drifts down his chest, wrapping around his prominent erection. He felt heavy in your hand, and so thick. Gathering the fluid from the head, you begin stroking him up and down. He breaks the kiss, his head falling to your shoulder, his mouth letting out delicious groans and obscenities.

“Oh fuck, Y/N.” He says as you stroke him faster, rotating your fist slightly when you stroke upward. His hand moves down to your wrists, stopping your movements before pulling your hand away. You pout slightly.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that. Now if you want me to come all over your hand go right ahead, but I’ve got some other ideas.” A shiver races down your spine at his words. Your mind immediately flashes to the thought of him fucking you roughly, slamming that big cock in your pussy as you cry out in pleasure.

“Mmmmmm, what do you have in mind?” You ask, running your finger over his chest lightly.

“Well, how about you get down on your hands and knees and I pound that tight little pussy. Would you like that, Y/N? Hmm?” Rick says, his voice husky as he runs his fingers through your folds before moving upwards, touching your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He says as you whimper and nod before doing as he said. Turning your head over your shoulder, you can see him kneel behind you. He runs his hands over your ass before bending down and licking your cunt.

“Rick, oh my god!” You cry, digging your fingers into the soft ground beneath you.

“Fuck, Y/N. You taste so sweet, I could eat you all day.” He says before diving back between your legs. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure and you can feel your orgasm approaching.

“Fuck me, Rick! Oh my god, please fuck me. I want your cock inside me when I cum.” You whimper.

Your words elicit a deep groan from him and he pulls his mouth away from your soaked opening, only to replace it with the blunt head of his cock. Your head drops down and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of him thrusting his length inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N. Not so loud. We don’t want to attract any attention, now do we?” He admonishes as he begins moving. He feels incredible, each drag of his thick cock along your walls hurdling you closer to your release.

“Oh my god, Rick! You fuck me so good!” You cry out and he pulls you back towards him so your back is against his chest while he fucks you. His hands run over your chest, touching your breasts before drifting downwards. You whimper as his finger circles your clit, his other hand runs under your chin, turning your face towards him as he takes your lips with his. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into his mouth.

“Come on Rick, fuck me harder!” You cry and fall back forward onto all fours and his hands firmly grasp your hips, smacking into you with brutal force. You scream out in pleasure and he quickly moves forward, placing his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Is this what you wanted? Fuck, I’m never gonna get tired of fucking you.” His words elicit a groan from your throat.

His punishing thrusts push your closer and closer to your climax and you can feel your walls beginning to tighten around his erection. Your moans become more frequent and he keeps his hand over your mouth to mask them.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re getting close, aren’t you? I can feel that pussy squeezing me. So fucking tight.” Rick says and you nod at his words. He begins to thrust faster in response, pushing your closer to the edge.

“Come on baby, cum all over my cock.” His words and a particularly well-placed thrust catapults your into your release and you scream into his palm. Your pussy gushes liquid down his cock and his thrusts begin to lose rhythm at the sensation.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum.” He says as he pulls his hand away from your mouth, resting it on your hip.

“Cum in my mouth, Rick, please?” You ask, catching him off guard. Your request causes a loud groan to tumble from his lips.

“Oh fuck. Get over here,” He says and you turn around before grasping his erection in your hand and sucking the tip into your mouth as your hand strokes up and down his shaft. You can feel him beginning to twitch in your mouth.

He lets out a long low groan as he spurts of his cum fill your mouth. Looking up at him you see his head is thrown back; his neck tense and you can see the tendons in his neck tightening as he clenches his jaw. Swallowing his load, you pull back from his cock and your gazes meet. You lean over and kiss him softly before pulling back.

“We should be getting home,” You say, standing up. He lets out a sound of agreement and you both wash the dirt from your legs before getting dressed and heading back up to the car. On the drive back to the prison, you sit in comfortable silence.

Resting your head against the seat, you close your eyes in contentment. The feeling of Rick’s hand on your thigh catches your attention and your gaze moves over to Rick. His eyes are still on the road, but you can see a small smile on his lips. You run your hand over his and take it with yours, he looks over at you before pulling your joined hands together and kissing the back of your hand as the prison comes into view.

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Sunday, March 27th, 2017

Was gonna start at around 8pm today. After spending like 3-4 hours on the first entry yesterday, I definitely wanted to start earlier. Alas, I was too tired and slept some more but now I'm awake so I'm hoping to just focus and write my lovely scrambles.

Got lots of good reactions to my first entry yesterday. I have three versions of this now but I want to do a project to make a just personal website (not with my overdue website).

Nurse just came in! Done for tonight! No random interaction sayings for tonight. Sad. :(

Daddy about to sleep. Love him <3

Today. Long yet short. It's weird. I'm trying to think of things to say but it's such a blur from sleeping on and off.

It's a weird kinda feeling. When you sleep on and off all day, it just feels like a dream. Everything's faded, foggy.

So today, I woke up. Lol. Such a boring being.

Well, really I didn't wake up. I actually was awake all night. Stupid awake brain. I wouldn't stop thinking all night. Tried EVERYTHING. No electronics. Watching a show. Reading an article. Then I made the mistake. I opened my computer and started working. I was obsessed with trying to format a blog online (which would have been fine to just do over a few days). You can actually tell I was awake from all of my posts on Facebook. Then, there was this thing on Facebook I was trying to fix. I wanted my link in my post to show in the link preview box thingy so it would look organized. Spent a few hours just trying to fix it on my iPad which would have been easier on my laptop but for some reason I was too lazy to pick up my laptop. Felt that working on iPad gave might make it easier to go to sleep.

So then Nadine came in the morning.

See, now I'm starting to remember my day. Let the rambling begin!

Nadine is my nurse. So actually the nurses change a few times a day here. i get old and new nurses. It's annoying in a way. I'd rather just have a personal nurse because then they don't have to ask the same questions everyday, constantly check vitals, check heart rate and lungs, etc. On the bright side, I get to meet new people. But occasionally you'll get a the nurse who keeps you up all night or keep forgetting to do things.

Did I mention that I'm on contact isolation? Any time a nurse comes in, they have to gown up in protective gear. Also on respiratory isolation so they have to wear a mask. And then there's this special hazmat suit thingy they wear for my hazardous drugs. It doesn't bother me but I feel bad for the nurses. If they forgot something outside the door, they have to take off their gown to leave the room. And then put another one on when coming back it. Often, they'll just shout out the corridor to have another nurse get something for them. Now the door keeps opening and closing. Lots of noise.

Ugh. Papa forgot to get me a drink for the night. Wondering the quietest way to call for a drink without waking up papa. Is it better to just call the nurse now O.o? or to just have water and call when I need more? See, we have call buttons in our rooms for when we need something. Problem is, they're loud. It'll wake Papa up in the morning. Right now, I'm probably bothering him with my typing and the light from my laptop (he'll occasionally move or ask if I'm ok or tell me to sleep). The only way I know he's really asleep is when he snores.

Pee. Thinking I have to pee. Don't want to get up. Lazy. Papa will definitely hear me.

Ok, getting up now. Be right back.

Nurse just came in. Have to renew my blood type and screen. Blood draw. Luckily have a triple lumen central line. No poking, prodding, sticking.

Loving this nurse. She scrubs the hub for thirty seconds. Central lines get infected easily so when the end is left open, there's always a chance for infections. Nurses are supposed to scrub the end with alcohol wipes for thirty seconds for optimal sanitizing.

See, I'm very cautious and aware of my own health care. People take health for granted. Having an illness changes your perspective on almost everything. After having colitis for more than four years now, my life has changed significantly in small ways that I've become thankful for the weirdest of things. Restrooms around every corridor. Standing straight. Strong bones. Stable hands. Strolling through places. Being able to hold my potty. Etc.

Stomach rumbling but not feeling hungry. To drink calories or not.

Warning: gross illness technicalities. This is actually really important in this transplant right now. Calories. Intake and output (amount of stool and urine for output and what I drink for input).. Since getting GVHD of the gut, I've been on a bowel rest. I went about four weeks without any food. Doctors measured stool output to check on how bad the GVHD is. Really bad gut GVHD has four liters of stool output a day. Without eating. I came back to the hospital with over a liter of stool. My doc says that's about a 6 on a 1-10 scale of how bad the GVHD is. No idea what a normal output is. So then they started to add medications. Spent three weeks just adding different drugs. With no food. Just water with medicine. Having alternating good and bad stool days. Docs are looking for less than five hundred stool before adding anything to eat or drink. Worst days during the three weeks were when stool got to goals and I started weening off of steroids (to lower my drug with it's bad side effect of a higher rick for infection)

Supposed to be asleep right now.

Warning: more gross technicalities. What happened? Went from 200 mg to 150 mg a day. Was fine. Goes down to 50 mg per day. FLARE. Pooping more than a liter of stool again. From less than five hundred mg stool to over a liter in a day. Absolutely horrible.

Took another week to recover after increasing steroids to 150. First two days of pooping every 30 minutes. Finally, stool was at goals for a couple of days after another week. Weening off steroids again. So scared.

Tomorrow starts day 94 post-transplant. Was supposed to be going home at day 100.

Weening of steroids again:

Day 1:Went down 10 mg.

Day 2: So far so good.

Day 3: Add a clear liquid item. Chose cherry Italian fruit ice.

Day 4: Down 15 mg. Goes well.

Day 5: One clear liquid. Chicken broth.

Kept asking if I could have one or two items, does it matter if they're the same item. So excited to finally be eating! :D

Day 6: Two items. Broth and fruit ice to be cautious.

Day 7: Down 15 mg.

Day 8: Add another item.

Basically now, down 15 mg and adding items every 1-2 days.

Point was? To explain why it's important how many calories I intake. All because I'm deciding what to drink now that I can finally eat.

Ok, so back to today. Nadine came in for morning blood draws. Asked how was my night. Said I slept well. She had come in the middle of the night to check up on me. Tots knew that something was up. My dad started to wake up and asked how my night was. I tell him the truth. Don't know why. Stayed up all night. Brain wouldn't turn off. Now, Nadine says, "I knew something was up when you said you slept. I could just tell that you didn't sleep." LOL. Guess who's in trouble? Haha. No, we were just joking around. Fun memories.

The rest of the day is a blur again. So, it's a Sunday. That means not too much medicine wise. Also, everyone is gone so not too many visitors. I get my morning meds and everything. Still on clear liquids diet. I think I just caught up on sleep until going on pass.

Went to apartment. Was trying to go see the wonderful cherry blossoms. SO EXCITED. It's peaking right now. But we got a call from the photographer we really enjoyed that Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday afternoon would work to go and take pics. Hard decision. Decided to stay at apartment and just chill.

Sleep. Wonderful. That's all I did. Back to NIH.

Then we see one of my favorite nurses. NEED MOE for night nurse. Too late to request. Why???? I need to request her for tomorrow.

Still tired. Needed to start earlier on writing. Told myself to nap for an hour and write. Slept until about 10. in and out until 11. Tots awake. 11:45 dad wants to sleep. Tells me to sleep. Secretly keeps journaling until 2 am.

Now closing laptop and sleeping. Wish I had more to say. Good night.

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