#not even watching Line Walker 3

[cultofdixon]

A little pain with your pleasure

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Adrenaline is a crazy natural drug and you’re driving them crazy with how calm you are • SFW/Small Angst • TW: Stab wounds

Requested by: Anon

“What you got there?”

Glenn’s voice not only startled the poor guy but even cut through Daryl’s thoughts that he forgot for a split second what he had in his hand.

“A Walkman. Found one on a past run”

“Oh, neat. Did you find some cassettes for it? I think there’s like a box of them in the warden’s office but those could also be confessional tapes and I don’t think I wanna know about why a prisoner ended up in prison”

“Me neither. It’s for Y/N. I found some cassettes with it when I found it. Queen, Elton John,…I think there was a Micheal Jackson one. I don’t know.” Daryl scratches the side of his face as he thought about another cassette before shrugging it off. “It was broken when I found it and Sasha helped me fix it for her.”

“Well ain’t that awful sweet of you” Glenn smirks bringing himself to sit across from him on the picnic table. Daryl instantly glaring at the man knowing where he could be going. “I wanna be there when you give it to her. I know she’ll be super excited getting that from you”

“The fuck you mean by that?” Daryl snapped slightly as Glenn shrugged with a smirk. “Speaking of Y/N. Have you seen her?”

“I was actually gonna ask you the same thing. She said if she decided on a 3-Day run that she would help me with the south fence repair when she came back” Glenn sighs running his hand through his hair. “Think she’s out for a week?”

“Mm. Better not. She promised me she’d help with the snares”

“Oh she promised you but didn’t promise me? Obviously she likes a certain someone more than me” He really didn’t catch the hint that Daryl hated the teasing and the glare made him realize he should stop before he’s tossed into a walker. “Okay fine. Mind helping me with the fence and I’ll help you with the snares”

Daryl sighs, nodding picking up the Walkman and going to put it away before helping Glenn with the fence.

After a while, the fence was done, and the two split into the nearby woods to check the snares at a faster pace compared to doing it together. Even if Daryl would’ve spent hours in the woods if it meant being with Y/N.

Daryl made his way toward the snares closer to the front gates, liking to go from the furthest to the closest snares so he could head right in when he’s done. But he was also going to check Glenn’s work on setting up the traps back up. He suddenly halted when he heard footsteps, causing him to ready his crossbow for a walker but relaxed when the bloodied dirty figure came into view.

“Jesus Christ”

“What?” Y/N laughs nervously. “Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah blood and dirt” Daryl scoffs bringing himself close, resting his hand on her cheek brushing off some of the dirt from her cheek. “The fuck happen on your run?”

“Oh that’s a great story so—-“

“Y/N!” Glenn shouted her name while also making it clear of his presence coming up behind Daryl and eventually to his side. “What took you so long getting back?!”

“Well it’s uh a short story—-“

“Glenn I just asked them about the run. Did yea finish the snares on your side?”

“Yeah I did, now Y/N?”

“Yeah…how was the run?”

“Well I got stabbed in the back” Her expression tensed watching the two start their lines of questioning. But every chance she tried to correct she kept getting cut off.

“What do you mean you got stabbed in the back?”

“Let me start with how it hap—“

“Where is this guy? I thought you went on the run alone”

“I did go alone Im trying—-“

“This guy is dead meat if he tries to come after yea. Plenty of fighters here” Daryl stated as Glenn nods in agreement.

“Who would turn on you? Maybe it was—-“

“SHUT UP!” Y/N shouted, resulting in a wince that definitely confused the two. But her face returned to the discomfort it had before running into Daryl. “I got literally stabbed in the damn back” she turned to show the two the knife that was embedded deep in her shoulder.

No more words were said. All Daryl did was smack Glenn forcing him in the direction of the gates to get them opened. Y/N frowns watching him bring himself to her back to feel around the wound before, without warning, rip her flannel open and forced her to take it off.

“You owe me!”

“Just wait til we get inside. Hershel is gonna want to see it and he’s gonna have to cut your shirt anyway”

“Doesn’t mean you had to rip my favorite flannel!” Y/N shouted as Daryl watched her back tense and the knife shift.

“Stop shouting and let’s get yea inside” Daryl scoffs taking her pack from her and directing her back to the prison.

While Hershel stitched her up, Y/N was telling them the story of how it happened. How this stranger that passed the 3 questions decided to just turn on her and try to kill her for her stuff. It wasn’t a pretty scene and given how Y/N felt about killing people, she was only late in her return because she didn’t want to come back feeling the way that she did. That part she didn’t tell them. She just fibbed by saying she lost the car she had. After being patched up, Y/N made her way back to her cell in need of clean clothes and a shirt that isn’t in pieces.

“Hey”

Y/N stopped right before her cell to acknowledge Daryl. “Hey”

“Your back feelin’ any better?”

“Having stitches suck” She laughs it off, no longer wincing from her back. “Maybe next time I’ll bring you on the run”

“I’ll keep yea safe” Daryl murmurs, leaning against the metal doors as Y/N brought herself close leaning with him.

“Next time the knife will be in your back” She jokes receiving a breathy chuckle in response. “You know I’m kidding…I’ll always have your back out there Dar” she whispers as she brought her lips to his cheek keeping her hand planted on his chest. “Thanks for worrying about me”

Before she pulled away too far, Daryl gently grabbed her waist pulling her into him. He admired her features for a moment then planted his lips firmly onto hers. Y/N was taken back but relaxed almost instantly, bringing her arms around his neck keeping him close.

When they parted, Daryl pulled away a little while taking the torn shirt from her hands.

“I’ve got a surprise for yea. But I also have a shirt…we just. Need to go to my cell for both”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile as she took his free hand. “Lead the way Dixon”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[freebreadmoon]

is there any way you can write a story where the reader and the 3 main actors for Pjo are doing a cast interview and the reader hasn't finished reading the books so they, mainly walker, like to joke about it.

YEAHH OKAY

warnings: fluff, reader is Rick Riordan's daughter, autowired interview, no use of y/n

requests are open!!

"What is Walker Scobell's favorite...Rick Riordan book?" Walker peeled the sticky piece of paper that covered the question off, crumpling it and adding it to the pile on the table.

"He said The Last Olympian yesterday, but he changes it literally every other day, so I don't think anyone can answer that one." Leah laughed, looking at Walker.

"Walker's favorite thing is just everything he doesn't dislike." You shook your head. "That's...well you don't even have a favorite Riordan book 'cause you've literally read half of the Lightning theif!" Walker gently hit you in the head with the question board, pretending to pout.

"Oh, that's true, I forgot about that. why didn't you read them? shouldn't you have gotten to read like...the first draft?" Aryan asked, leaning forward so he could see you from where he sat on the other side of Walker.

"...Well one, those books are older than me, and two, I'm gonna, because I'm being bullied and pure pressured by you guys. This is why Leah's my favorite." You got out of your chair and sat on the ground on the other side of Leah's, giggling.

Leah patted your head, nudging you lightly with her foot and grinning. "Okay...anyways, Mr. Rick said that he loosely based Annabeth off of her, which is cool 'cause it's like playing your best friend. All I had to do was copy how she acts, so it was really fun to like incoorperate it into my character while playing Annabeth."

"Leah's your favorite?" Aryan pretended to be offended, putting his hand over his heart.

"I think he gave Annabeth all your bad attributes."

"I think he casted you as Percy because you have the mentality of a squirrel."

"I think you guys shouldn't be saying this in front of a camera." Aryan put his arms out as if he were breaking up a fight, looking between the two of you and laughing.

"Who's peel is it?" You asked, sighing and putting your head in your palm.

"Yours. You messed up the rotation by moving your seat." Walker stuck his tongue out at you.

"This is exactly what I mean when I call myself a single mother of three guys." Leah put a thumbs up, pressing her lips into a line and nodding, while the rest of you giggled, knowing how chaotic the interview would be when you all watched it back.

taglist: @platypusbearrr @ilovewalkerscobell @pleasingregulus @paytonthereader @kissatelier @diorlorenzo @persassyxo @riptidelor @remussbitch @itzmeme

#x reader #annabeth chase #percy jackson #grover underwood #percy jackson x reader #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #rick riordan

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blind Offer 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that’s too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen, and August Walker

Note: I wish this week would be over.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like I love turning intended one shots into series. Take care. 💖

The checkered fabric beckons you forward. Your fear smothers all doubts. You're in no place to question any of this. What will they do if you don't listen? Who are they? The voice that comes from thin air. Certainly Steve too.

You touch the dress and move it aside to unveil the small lumps beneath. A set of red lace lingerie to match the shade of the checkers. You swallow tightly and pull your hand back. You look at your fingertips as if they've been singed. 

You tremble and touch the hem of your shirt. They're watching. You shudder and slowly raise the cotton. You try not to think about what's happening. Just get through it.

You drop your shirt on the bed them quickly push down your sweatpants. You heap them atop the tee and close your eyes as you peel off your underwear. You sniffle as you don the red lingerie and figure out how to tie the little string at the waist of the dress.

Your eye is caught by the shiny red shape at the foot of the bed. A pair of heels. It's not hard to guess you're supposed to put them on.

There's a chime, the same jingle as before. You spin as you search around and tinkles again. It's coming from downstairs. You clamour out into the hall and cling to the banister as you descend. You go back to the kitchen and read the screen.

'Check your phone.'

Your heart leaps. You trip over your toes but keep upright as you run into the front room. You go to your phone but deflate in an instant. There's a video pulled up on it and nothing else. No status bar, no time. What the heck?

A message pops up over the paused video thumbnail, a woman's eye up close. You read the font in the bubble before it disappears.

'Upstairs bathroom. Press play. You'll know what to do.'

You lower the phone. Right. Not cryptic at all. You teeter on your heels before you can gain your balance again. You clop out and to the stairs. You take off the shoes before your climb and keep them in hand as you skirt down to the bathroom.

As you enter, there's a sparkly pink case on the counter. That wasn't there before either. You put the shoes on the tile and lean your phone against the mirror, leaning it just so before you tap play. You twine your fingers through each other as a beaming woman smiles at you from the screen. She welcomes you to her video with her cherry red lips and expertly lined eyes.

"Today, we're going to learn how to get the perfect look!" She chimes and frames her face, "so first, lets go over our tools."

She smiles so big, her cheeks are round, almost twitching as her eyes bulge just slightly. She lifts up a small bottle. 

"Let's go over our base..."

She lists off the items, showing each to the camera. You reach to open the case as you listen, revealing a collection of cosmetics. Wow. You keep a few essentials, tinted moisturizer, some mascara, a touch of gloss, but nothing too substantial.

She presses on, going through everything you'll need for eye, lip, and cheek. When she finishes, she smiles even wider and stares. The camera lingers a bit too long and the hollowness in her eyes unsettles you.

"But first, we have to start with a naked face. Let's go!"

She claps her hands in front of her and the shot transitions. Suddenly, her face is barren of makeup. You notice the fatigue under her eyes and the vibrancy missing in her skin. She looks above the lens and her lips quiver. She gives a small nod and clears her throat, as if distracted by someone else.

"Alright, let's begin," her voice creaks at first but she quickly steadies it, "are you ready?"

You feel icky watching the video. You're not ready. This is demented. This cannot be real. It's a horror movie come to life.

"Find your primer," she presents a tube proudly, waiting. 

You look down and search for a similar tube. You shake your head as you take it out and look back to the screen. She starts by showing you where exactly to apply the primer. You hesitate. The video on your phone pauses and another message pops up.

'I can wait, doll.'

You inhale and lean in. You focus on the screen and the video skips back ten seconds. You uncap the primer and follow along with the application. The longer you look at the woman, the more you notice. That mark on her neck, a patch darker than the rest of her skin.

She moves on to foundation. The video pauses again as you struggle to find the right bottle and a clean sponge. Then concealer, and some blush, bronzer, and highlighter. You're starting to sweat.

"And that's the base," she preens, tilting her head back and forth to show the effect of her contouring, "isn't that pretty?"

She stops, smiling, staring. The shot cuts again. She pulls her hand away from her chest and bats her lashes.

"N-now," she stutters, "now, we have to do our eyes." She leans closer to the lens and you notice the slightly puffiness in the brims of her eyelids, "remember, we don't want to mess this up. We have some nice waterproof products to make sure we stay perfect, from morning to night." She looks up, above the frame, "we don't want to be crying it all off because we had one bad day, right?

"Now, I'm going to try a nice shade of gold for today's look but you can really be creative. Go wild and choose whatever you like. But nothing too loud, we don't want to scare him away."

She winks at the camera in a theatrical manner. You take out a palette and lower your head. You can't move. You're frozen. This is too much. There's something just off about all of this.

"What kind of Stepford bullshit--"

The video stops. Another pop up. You peek up at it. There's only two big red exes in the bubble. Alright, fine. You open the palette and pick out a brush. The video resumes. You really hope this stuff is waterproof because you're about to have a goddamn breakdown.

You get closer to the mirror as you work on applying the shadow. You go with a subtle caramel and amber combination. You're not very good at it but the instructions are easy enough. Nothing too difficult as long as you keep up.

You finish the eye after fighting the liner. You're starting to get the hang of it. Wait. No. That's not a victory. You don't want this.

Eyebrows. Do you really need to do all this? Right, now lips. You take out the candy apple red and delicate trace the shape of your mouth. Finally, a setting spray that nearly makes you sneeze.

"And that's it. You're all done," the woman announces, "you're ready to--"

The screen cuts. The image of the woman with her makeup smeared covers the screen for a split second then disappears to a credit screen, congratulating you on completing the the look. You gape, stunned, and take a step back. Alright, this is twisted.

The video exits out and you're left only with a blank screen. The next message takes over the expanse; kitchen. You grab the phone and take it with you, swiping up the shoes as you go.

Downstairs, you plop the shoes down and face the Echo as it chimes again. Your next directive is on the screen. A timer that reads 'Dinner, t-minus 2 hours'. You hear the television mounted in the corner flick on and you turn to see the same woman as before.

"Hello. Welcome. It's good to see you." She puts her hands on the counter, staring again. She flinches. "Please, don't make--" The video cuts. "Today!" She points at the camera, "we're going to make a classic; meatloaf."

You walk closer to the screen. There's something wrong with this woman. This isn't Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart. This is horrifying. She pauses, nodding, her smile getting bigger, than falling, and spreading again. It's as if she's glitching.

Another jarring switch. She's by the fridge, speaking intimately as the camera is angled down at her.

"So, let's get our ingredients, ladies," she announces, "now, we can go with lean turkey if we're being mindful or we can go with a classic beef." She reaches inside and takes out a paper packet, "nice and fresh."

The screen pauses on her hands. There's a broken nail among her perfectly manicured hands. You back up and drop your shoulders. You drag your feet to the fridge and pull out the ground beef in the same brownish red paper. The video starts again.

You put the beef on the counter and wait for the next ingredient. One buy one you get everything out. Then you get your tools, bowls, pans, knives. You admire the long silver blade as it slides free of the block.

"It's important," the woman chirps from the screen, "not to play with knives..  you could get hurt."

You look up as she holds up a knife and shakes her head. You frown as she grabs the blade and slides her palms down it, leaving a red sheen on the silver.

"See? Always be safe," she grips the knife by the handle as her blood drips onto the counter. "Lets prepare our veggies first–"

The blip is less than subtle. Her hand is suddenly wrapped in cause thought the drops of blood remain on the cutting board. You put the onion on the wooden surface and dice along with the happy host.

The step-by-step directions keep you occupied enough to ignore the tremor of fear inside you. Your thoughts fade to background as you pull the lid off the breadcrumbs. You work through the recipe mindlessly until you have the meat neatly in the loaf pan.

As you open the oven door, that small voice of logic breaks through. Who are you cooking this for? It's an awful lot of food for just you.

"Now we can work on our sides," the woman sings, "roasted potatoes and charred asparagus."

🖤

You stand before the table. It’s set precisely to the standard set by the woman on the screen. Cutlery, cloth napkins, tall glasses, and a jug of iced lemon water. 

The timer counts down and dings. You rush over to hit clear and grab the oven gloves. You take out the pan of meatloaf, then the roast potatoes. You place them carefully on the stove. It smells delicious but your appetite is scant. You’re not very concerned with food at the moment.

You wince as the television flicks on again and the woman holds a spatula and talks to the camera, almost as if she’s talking directly to you. 

“Now, it’s time to plate dinner,” she explains, “now I know, it’s just meatloaf, but it doesn’t mean we can’t spruce it up. Let’s begin by slicing the loaf.”

You huff and push your head back. This is a chore. You don’t think you’ve ever put this much effort into a meal. 

“We want to make our romantic dinner for two perfect,” she chimes as she sets out two plates, “for our very special someone. The most handsome man…”

She bats her lashes as she gives another tense smile. Forced and frightening. The camera slowly pans in before suddenly pulling back. You blow off the unease and open the cupboard.

You once more follow along with the knock off Julia Child. You get two plates set, the meat placed just so, the potatoes scooped out in delicate measurements, the asparagus lines up neatly. You put each plate on a table mat and take a step back. 

So, what next?

Ding dong.

The loud chime makes you jump. You don’t move. You wait and listen until it comes again. The doorbell?

You turn on your heel and pass into the entryway. As you do, the door opens from the other side. Your lips part in shock as Steve steps inside, greeting you with a smile as the security system alerts you to the open door and secures again as he lets it fall shut behind him. You clasp your hands together, questions racing but no words coming.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles, “you look…” his eyes fall to your feet. “Adequate.”

You follow his gaze and curl one foot behind the other. You left the heels off. You suppose that was wrong. Wait, no, this is wrong. What he’s doing is wrong.

“Excuse me?” You scoff.

“Dinner smells good,” he smooths his golden hair. 

He wears a crisp white button-up and gray pin-striped slacks. You grimace at him and cross your arms. He comes closer, stopping before you as he reaches to touch your cheek. You wince and lean away from him.

“You shouldn’t scowl. You’ll get wrinkles,” he says.

“Wha– Steve. What is going on?”

He presses his index finger to your lips, “ah ah. I came for dinner. Let’s not chatter and let it get cold.”

You step back and glare at him, “Steve, what are you doing? Please, let me go.”

“Honey, let’s not argue,” he comes close and grabs your upper arms, pulling them apart, “you won’t like how it ends.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Meatloaf,” he turns his head and looks towards the kitchen, “it’s my favourite.”

You’re upended by his sudden change in topic. It’s frustrating how he just ignores you. You want to know why he’s doing this. How can he even think of something like this. He can’t. Someone will come looking for you.

No one knows where you are. You didn’t tell them.

“Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart,” he lowers his voice as he leans in, “I’ve waited long enough.”

You look up at him, shaken by his tone. You’ve never heard him sound like that. You feel his grip tighten on you. 

“Go get your shoes and we’ll sit down and have a nice dinner.”

“Steve,” you croak.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose. He smirks and lifts his lashes, blue eyes gleaming like crystals, “don’t you remember what I said. How I like order. How things should be in their place. How everyone has their role.”

You scrunch your nose. You remember. It was weird then, now it’s terrifying.

“Yes,” you rasp, “I remember.”

“You don’t want me to be unhappy, do you?” He challenges, his thumbs rubbing your arms.

You shake your head stiffly, ready to wilt beneath his gaze. “No, I don’t.”

“Good girl,” he slides his hands down your arms and slowly retracts his touch, “so, let’s eat.”

#steve rogers #august walker #bucky barnes #lloyd hansen #dark steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #dark august walker #dark lloyd hanse #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!august walker #dark!lloyd hansen #au #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #blind offer #multifandom #captain america #winter soldier #avengers #mcu #marvel #mission impossible: fallout #the gray man

[icarus-star]

omg literally charlie reacting to his crush wearing one of those small tees with silly little cunty phrases on em, like "I <3 pathetic men" or "massive tits small heart" shit like thatttt

literal legend | charlie walker <3

a/n: im so sorry this took a while for me to get out 😭 but ilovethisideasomuchomg. also, don't mind the title, something about those shirts remind me of ayesha erotica.. so it feels very much needed

18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!!please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!

so, one day he spotted you in the hallway walking to your next class (obviously he didn't say anything, he's to shy :3) and he saw your shirt, he read it to himself 'i ❤ pathetic men' he found it a lil weird, but didn't pay too close attention

until the next day, when you were wearing something different, he overheard you talking with kirby about something, and you referred to charlie as a so called 'pathetic man' and plenty of other terms along those lines

the next day, you wore a similar shirt 'i eat boys' that one.. scared him, he feared for his life /hj

he let the silly phrases marinate in his brain a little, then really thought about the shirts you had been wearing

bro probably masturbated to the thought of you calling him your pathetic bitch boy

now he... really wants to have sex with you :3

omg and maybe one day when your wearing one of those shirts (maybe i ❤ nerds 🤭) and your little group of people (not friends, Jills there/j, please don't kill me Jill stans) are all hanging out, maybe at kirbys house, just watching movies

you sit yourself down next to charlie, eyeing him up and down every second you get

he can feel you staring at him, and he kinda just freezes, trying his best to watch the movie

everyone goes off to do whatever, and you and charlie are just left alone together, he decided to ask you what those shirts mean (even though it's obvious)

so your just like 'i have this one because i do in fact, love nerds.'

and ya know.. charlie could be classified as a nerd, right?

a/n: im sorry if this one's bad, i very much rushed to get it done

#rory culkin #i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #charlie walker #scream 4 #rory culkin smut #scre4m #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker headcanons #charlie walker smut

[lanadelnegan]

My Past, My Future - Part 3

Negan x Reader x Daryl

part two here

part four here

Warnings: 18+, angst, kissing

Note: I thought this would be the final part, but clearly I lied. Part 4 WILL have smut, I promise.

The only light in front of you is the one coming from your dimmed flashlight as you trek further away from Alexandria.

Your destination isn't far, but you're still hyper aware of your surroundings since the walk is risky at night. You finally reach the wood line, pushing through the limbs and brush before reaching the open path that you and Daryl have walked together many times.

The sound of running water from the stream up ahead tells you you're getting close and you finally spot Daryl sitting next to a small fire, blankly staring out over the water. You click off your flashlight as you approach him, planting yourself next to him in the dirt as he ignores you.

"Daryl.."

"Don't." He grunts. "Got nothin' to say to you."

"Okay. Then I'll talk and you listen." You begin. "You should have told me how you felt. I - I didn't know."

He chuckles sarcastically under his breath. "Doesn't' matter."

"It matters to me.. If I would have known how you felt before I started getting to know Negan, things might have been different."

His head drops defeatedly and you feel guilty for giving him hope for the past, knowing it can't change the present.

"Look.. it doesn't matter because what's done is done. And I love him, Daryl. But... I love you too. You're my best friend and as cliché as it sounds, I mean that."

He looks at you for the first time since you sat down, showing you the hurt behind his dark blue eyes. Yours drop to his lips for a moment, seeing him in a different way than before, knowing how he feels about you.

"Carol told me what you did." You say in almost a whisper. "..about volunteering to go with Negan... You didn't have to do that..."

He ignores you until you have no choice but to bring your hand to his cheek and make him look at you. Your eyes linger on his face, seeing him in a new light and tracing the scar on his cheek. You lean forward, slowly pressing your lips to his scar and closing your eyes as a tear falls from your face.

When you pull back, his eyes are heavy and on your lips. "Daryl.." You warn, but he quickly leans forward joining your lips together and kissing you passionately. You let your hand disappear into his messy locks of hair, pulling him closer to you as a soft moan escapes your throat.

"Daryl.. we.. we can't" You say in between breaths, trying to convince yourself more than him.

"Tell me to stop then." He says, pulling away from you for a moment, giving you a chance to reject him, but you pull him close again and kiss him even harder than before.

Your body turns towards his as you open your mouth slightly, allowing him to push his tongue through. His rough hand reaches up to lightly grip your throat as he groans at the taste of your mouth.

You battle internally with yourself as your heart is tugged in two different directions, but the sound of leaves suddenly crinkling close by distracts you, causing both of you to stop and look around. You expect to see a walker, but no one is there.

Negan's POV:

Negan's heart sinks in his chest at the sight of you kissing Daryl, knowing he just lost you for good. He knows the old Negan would have stayed and fought for you. Maybe would have even 'eliminated the threat'. But despite everyone's beliefs, he has changed. And all he wants is for you to be happy, even if that means you being with someone else.

Leaves crinkle under his feet as he disappears from behind the tree, unable to watch the rest of whatever unfolds between you and Daryl.

Once you know it's safe, you turn your attention back to Daryl, who's already looking at you. You clear your throat as you look down between the two of you. "We.. we shouldn't have done that." You whisper, regretfully.

Daryl nods disappointedly as you rest your head on his shoulder. Moments pass as the two of you sit in silence staring over the water's surface.

"I want my best friend back." You finally say.

"Never left."

"But you did.. you came out here."

"Just needed some time, y/n."

Your fingers lace between his as you snuggle in closer to his shoulder.

"I need you to know something.." You begin. "There is no person on this earth I'd rather be sitting next to right now. When I'm with you, I feel like the best version of myself. Before I met you.. when the world first went to shit.. I wanted to die. Didn't see the point in living anymore. But you gave me hope.. gave my life meaning again. I wouldn't trade what we have for anything in this world. Every good memory I have... has you in it."

He wraps his arm around your lower back, bringing you closer to him and leaning his head on yours as you continue. "But, the love I have for Negan.. it's different. And I know that's not what you wanna hear. And I know you think he's awful, and maybe he was. But, he has changed... And he's my future."

Moments pass before Daryl finally speaks. "...... If he ever hurts you, I'll put a bullet in his skull." He threatens, pressing his lips gently to the top of your head.

"That's fair." You smile, feeling like a weight was just lifted off your shoulders.

You both make it back to the Alexandria safely, stopping in front of the gates until the guards let you in. The streets are quiet and dark as you walk hand in hand back to Daryl's house.

"You can stay if ya want." He suggests as you make it to the bottom of his porch steps.

"You know I can't."

He grunts. "I know."

You give him a kiss on the cheek before telling him goodnight and heading home to Negan.

Home to Negan. You repeat in your head, loving the sound of that.

You sprint up your porch steps, desperate to see him and make things right. You hate the way you left things earlier. Anything could have happened to you tonight, and you mentally scold yourself for leaving Negan on such harsh terms.

"Negan?!" You call out through the dark house.

The thought of him upstairs asleep in your bed makes your heart swoon as you rush up the stairs and open your bedroom door, only to find your bed empty.

"Fuck." You whisper frustrated, realizing he's probably still upset from earlier and decided to stay in his cell tonight.

You cross the street and practically levitate down the basement stairs, but your stomach drops at the sight of the empty cell before you. You leave the basement in a hurry, running straight to the guards at the front gates since everyone else is home asleep.

"You guys see Negan?!" You call out to them.

"He left." The guard answers back.

"Wh- what do you mean he left? When?" You ask, feeling your heart race faster.

They look to each other hesitantly before the other nods his head, looking down to you.

"Right after you did."

He followed after you.. Did he see what happened with you and Daryl? Why isn't he back yet? Your stomach tightens painfully as the negative thoughts fill your head.

"Open the gates." You demand.

"It's not safe out there. You're lucky you made it back alive the first time. Why don't y-"

"Open the damn gates. Now." You say again and they reluctantly listen, opening the gates for you as you begin the journey.. for the second time tonight.

Part four here

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[emsgoodthinkin]

As long as I’m with You

Steve Harrington x You (short)

Summary: Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had this week

Warnings: hurt/comfort, talks of poor physical and mental health, doctors, suicidal ideation, medication use, drug use, chronic health issues, BPD if you squint, disabilities, use of the word “girl” x times, negative self talk, mentions of sex, angst, fluff~~

This is based off my own experiences and inspired by my pal Morgan’s version; feel free to check hers out

Tick tick tick

The clock strikes 12 and then 1, 3, 5am in the morning, no sleep no rest it’s an every day cycle. The same shitty cycle.

It’s a new year, but not a new you.

Sitting in your walker in front of the excruciatingly bright television screen, high as a kite, everything in existence running through your mind 100 mph, sometimes the weed helps the pain. Sometimes it induces it or even makes it worse. Right now it’s doing nothing for you. Looking over at your loved one sound asleep. You don’t want to bother him with your whines or crying. So you just sit there silence, tears rolling down your cheeks; while you watch some bullshit on YouTube.

Sniff Sniff

“Baby?”

Shit.

“..yea?” you say in a whispered tone

“Are you ok? what’s wrong?”

“Ah, you already know”, you’ve used that line probably over a million times

Steve comes along your side expecting a few dried tears, but his eyes widen when he’s sees the collar around your shirt bitten, snot dribbling down your mouth and throat, crouching down, he lies his head onto your thigh looking up at you, “Talk to me sweetheart”

“No.”

“Hey, I know you’re hurting”—

“GOOD FOR YOU! Congratulations you know I’m hurting, you know I’ve been hurting for fucking years. I’m glad you’ve acknowledged it unlike some people”you sniffle getting up in a hurry to take a piss as he follows with sad eyes leaning against the door frame

“I’m fucking tired, I’m so goddamn exhausted nobody will ever know what I’m dealing with!”, you say wiping your ass not bothering to wash your hands, “I can’t do anything I can’t run, I can’t jump, can’t go to the stupid, fucking grocery store without one of those motorized carts.. my back hurts, my fucking knees are throbbing, stupid fucking nerves won’t calm down FUCK! It’s not like I can get in the bathtub to calm my muscles down. Nothing is helping! No medication, no PT, no injections, no nothing! Why?? am I just resistant to any source of help or treatment? I-I can’t even lay in the goddamn bed to sleep. That’s all I have left is rest!! What is rest!? I don’t know what the hell that even is”

“I know baby I know”—

“NO YOU DONT STEVE, all you know is what you see. I wouldn’t wish on our worst enemy, my worst enemy to feel what I feel. That’s how bad it all hurts. The most evil, sick and twisted person in this world, I would never wish this upon. I just..”, getting dizzy you collapse on the bed sobbing into your own hands, then eventually into Steve’s shoulder as he rocks you, tears spilling from his own eyes—

“Nobody cares, nobody wants to help me. nobody cares unless I’m rich and can afford to give them any and ALL the things off my back, but I can’t. Even with the money you make it will never be enough to help the poor girl who’s too young to have any kind of issue. It’s “all in my head” I’m just fucking crazy. I could break my own neck and still be told it’s only from anxiety. Nobody cares just”—

“I care” he exhales

“It doesn’t matter if you care, all your care is useless, all your help is worthless to me because it gets me nowhere. Nobody’s love and care gets me nowhere. It’s nothing all but fucking false hope. Don’t you get that? None of you still to this day seems understand that. Stop praying for me to get better. It’s never going to happen. I can’t take it anymore.. I just wanna die! All I wish for is to die but, I can’t even have that. It’s like all of you want me here, to live and suffer for the rest of my life for y’all, it’s not fair, fuck that”, your trembling, body in fight or flight

“Don’t say that, you know I’d do anything to take your pain away”

“It doesn’t matter what you’d do because you’re not a doctor. You’re not a professional, you can’t help me get better.. sucks to hear but it’s the truth Steve..fuck”—

Steve’s really trying not to beat himself up over your words, he knows you’re in pain, it comes from a place of anger, frustration and fear

“I have all these pain medications I could easily take all at once, so I’ll never have to wake up in this position ever again. Why can’t I do it huh? I could end right here right now you never have to suffer again, but I just d-don’t; If anything, I’m the most selfless person for staying alive for YOU just so I can be alive but in pain all over again for YOU!”, your tone getting higher and higher in pitch

“I-I’m sorry.. I wish I knew the right words to say baby”, he’s trying his best to stay strong for you

“You’ve got to be sick of me, tired of me. All I do is cause more money to come out of your pockets, more exhaustion, more burdening, more crying, more everything bad for you. You already deal with your own shit. I do nothing but make your own mentality worse, hell you’re making your own self worse being with a person like me. A broken and useless excuse of a human being. You deserve somebody who can go hiking with you, go to the beach, travel with, who can do the bare minimum. Can’t even fuck you properly—

“STOP! Stop that right now” he shouts

You freeze because he’s never raised his voice at you, atleast not on purpose at such a vulnerable time

“I hate it too. You know it hurts me to know that you hurt and I’m sorry that I can’t take the pain away from you. My sweet, sweet girl I’m so sorry that nobody has given you the chance to hear your voice, to help heal you..but I’m gonna make you the same promise I make you almost every single night. As long as I’m with you, I will try my best with all my power to make it a little bit more bearable for you to be here, and I am so grateful that you are still here and choose to be here with me for us to be together. I know you hurt, but as long as you’re with me, I’m going to do my best to put a smile on your pretty face, beautiful sunshine of a smile because you’re my sunshine.. y-your smile gives me life did you know that?”

You nod. He tells you all the time

“I- I’m tired for wishing to feel ok for my birthdays, every Christmas. All the shirts and posters you got me for Christmas? I haven’t even touched them yet, you know why? Because the selfish person in me doesn’t give a fuck about none of it. The only thing I care about and want and NEED is pain relief and that’s too much to ask for isn’t it? Apparently wanting to be better in the world it’s too much to ask for”

“You deserve to feel better”, he says while his hand travels up your back to rub your tense neck, “You deserve to be free from all of this and I can’t give that to you. You’re not selfish baby you’re hurting. I love you for you. I knew what I was signing up for, and if I didn’t want that I wouldn’t be here right now with you. I know the sacrifices Ill have to make, the tears I’ll have to shed, the strength it’ll take me to pick you up when you’re down, but I fell in love with you, how you are, and who you are”

“Who are you kidding Steve, you don’t even know who I am. The real me. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wish you met me when I wasn’t sick then maybe you wouldn’t be so stressed out a-and.. and,” you start sobbing again, it’s all too overwhelming

“Hey, hey look at me, no. I met you at the right time. You need me just as much as I need you. You may not think you’re worth nothing but you’re worth everything to me. Yeah you have a good and bad days..—

“I’ve had nothing but bad days for the past few months Steve”-

“I know, I see it, I hear it and I witness it, I may not can feel it, but at the end of it all, you still love me. You’re still here. You still want to cook for me. You still get up to brush your teeth and I’m so proud of you for still trying to care for yourself. That’s the biggest job you’ll ever have, and it’s been a very hard job hasn’t it?

You nod, as he nods with you

“Yeah, it has, but you don’t have to do it alone anymore. I want to provide for you. I want to take care of you. You’re my girl, you deserve so much and as long as I’m with you, I will try every day, every hour, every second or minute, to make sure you know how loved, how great and how amazing you are. How great and amazing you’re doing for yourself and for me. How strong you are”—

—“im tired of having being strong all the time”, interrupting him

“I know you are. You are so strong for being on this earth, even when you don’t want to be. I wouldn’t ask for anybody else, you’re it for me always. Will you continue to let me try to make it better for you every day? To take care of you?”, he squats in front of you, cupping your wet cheeks, kissing your forehead

“But Stevie.. you know you’re getting your own hopes up because nothing you do helps either and I feel like a piece of shit for saying that because”—

“I know what you mean, you don’t have to be sorry. I understand you may not have hope but I do. All my Hope goes towards you and it always will. You are the most important thing in my life. I’m not gonna give up on you, on me or on us, ok sunshine?”

..”okay”, you repeat rubbing your temples

“Head hurt, darling?”

“yes”

“From crying too hard?”

You nod, looking away in shame, “It’s okay, I’ll get your Migrane cap from the freezer and i’ll set your pillows up how you like, just sit tight”, he says it standing then pausing at the doorway, looking over his shoulder, “I love you”

“luv you—

“Hmm? What was that, I couldn’t hear you” he exclaims

“I said love you gosh.. shut up”, you barely crack a smile

That was enough to get him through the rest of the night.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x disabled!reader #steve harrington x ill!reader #tw sui talk #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #tw sick mention #mental health awareness #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x chronically!ill reader #steve harrington x sick reader #steve harrington angst #stranger things #joe keery #chronic pain issues #bpd #spoonie

[slxsherr]

Bizarre Love Triangle

part II of Feeling Like I Never Should

pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader x charlie walker

summary: kirby is so much more than just your best friend.

wc: 1661

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, degradation, praise, ffm threesome (?), oral (m! receiving), thigh riding, throuple

a/n: sorry this took so long please enjoy!!!

Kirby is your best friend, but recently she’s realized she likes you more than a friend should. She’s been avoiding you and Charlie, too afraid to make things weird between the three of you, unknowingly making things weirder. 

“Honey! I’m home!” Kirby calls as she enters your house, drunk off her ass after another lame party. 

But you’re not anywhere to be found. Your house is usually empty, your parents aren’t home much, but usually you’re on the couch watching something. Since she’s met you, your house has been her home away from home.

Tired and drunk, she makes her way to your room. You’re not there either, and she quickly scrolls through her contacts to find your number. She puts you on speaker, clumsily taking off her clothes to crawl into your bed. 

“Hello?” Your tired voice crackles over the line. 

“Where are you?” Kirby asks, her voice whinier than intended. 

“I’m at Charlie’s. Why?” Your voice a whisper now. 

“Because you’re not home and I just left a party,” she answers, patting the empty space beside her where your body usually is. 

“Are you at my house?”

“Yes, I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, I’ll be home tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, I love you,” she says, turning over to face away from the empty space in your bed. 

“I love you too,” you say, hanging up. 

You don’t get home as early as you thought you would. Charlie kept you longer than you anticipated, and by the time you get home, Kirby is already gone. She doesn’t answer your texts until after you get out of the shower, letting you know you can come over.

Just like Kirby feels comfortable waltzing into your house unannounced, you walk into hers using a spare key she gave you. Her parents are at home about as much as yours are, which isn’t much. Probably why the two of you gravitate towards each other so much.

“Kirby?” You call, making your way towards her room. 

“Yeah?” She answers from her bed. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask, joining her on the bed. 

“Mm, not great,” she says, which you expected since she forgets to drink water and take aspirin after drinking. 

“That’s what you get, party animal,” you tease, wrapping your arms around her when she moves to embrace you. 

“If Charlie didn’t steal you away from me I wouldn’t be hurting so much,” she says, her serious tone revealing the underlying meaning. 

“Don’t blame him,” you say, and she can hear the frown in your voice. 

“Has he even taken you out on a date?” She asks, holding you tighter to her. 

“Yes, he took me to see Paranormal Activity 3,” you answer matter-of-factly. 

“How romantic,” she remarks sarcastically. 

“If you’re just gonna insult my boyfriend–” you begin to say. 

“Your boyfriend?” Kirby interrupts you, surprised by the label. 

“I’m leaving,” you say, moving out of her hold and off the bed. 

“No, don’t leave,” she says, moving after you. 

“No, Kirby. You don’t get to ignore me and Charlie after a night like that, then call me drunk because you showed up to my house and for once I wasn’t there,” you say, leaving her room before she can respond. 

Charlie’s hair is soft, a surprise since you know for a fact the only products he uses are drugstore shampoo and conditioner. His head rests on your stomach, allowing you to play with his hair as the two of you watch some classics. The way he talks about the effects, the slasher backstories, and the behind the scenes stories reminds you of your movie nights with Kirby.

“Babe?” Charlie asks in a soft voice. 

“Hm?” You respond with a hum. 

“Are you tired? Wanna go to bed?” He asks, checking on you. 

“No, just spaced out a bit I guess,” you say, hands still messing with his hair.

“Have you talked to Kirby?” He asks, turning over so that he can face you. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs when you answer with a sour expression on your face. 

“I don’t get how she can be so dense,” you say with a sigh. 

“Love makes you stupid I guess,” he jokes. 

“Does that make me stupid?” You laugh. 

“Extremely,” he says, moving up to kiss you.

Charlie knows there’s something between you and Kirby, even before the intimate night the three of you shared. It confused him, because you treated him just as you treated Kirby, and Kirby treated him just like she treated you. It hurt both of you when she began to distance herself, and the two of you only had each other to turn to. 

Kirby hates that she can’t bring herself to make things right between you. She throws herself into Jill and Olivia’s bullshit, hoping their mundane, heteronormative boy troubles will distract her from you and Charlie. But she still can’t bring herself to skip Stab-A-Thon. Olivia, and Jill and Trevor are going anyway, it’d be weird if she didn’t go too. 

It’s a big turnout, the most popular Cinema Club event of the year, crowds of intoxicated teens waiting for the movies to start. She watches you and Charlie throughout the night, following the two of you up to the hayloft towards the end of the first movie. After some liquid courage, she feels brave enough to confront the two of you. 

She’s not sure why she expected something different, following you both to the somewhat secluded space. But she didn’t expect to see you on your knees with Charlie’s cock down your throat. Her body moves before she realizes, mouth speaking words she hadn’t even thought. 

“You are such a slut,” she says, her hand landing on Charlie’s shoulder as she stops beside the two of you, startling you both. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she says when your head stops bobbing. “Keep going, good girl,” she praises, her hand moving to the back of your head to set a rhythm for you. 

“You know, you’re really lucky Charlie,” Kirby says, her grip tightening on his shoulder. “Most guys’ don’t have such easy cocksluts for a girlfriend, barely ever get blowjobs,” she says over his whimpers, moving your head faster.

“She’s not a slut,” he says, voice breathy as Kirby continues to move your mouth on him like a toy. 

“Aw, that’s sweet,” she coos, meeting your teary eyes. “But just look at her,” she says, turning his head down to watch the drool spill out the sides of your mouth and onto your exposed cleavage, his eyes trailing lower to see the hand not holding his thigh under your skirt, touching yourself over your panties. 

“Fuck,” Charlie whines, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

“You gonna cum?” Kirby asks, taunting him. 

“Uh-huh,” he moans, hands grabbing your head as Kirby continues controlling your movements.

“Go ahead, cum down her throat. Make her swallow it all,” she says, holding your head still as his hips move on their own, chasing his release. 

Tears stream down your face as you gag around his cock, the tip bruising the back of your throat, nails scratching his thighs from the force. You do your best to swallow it all, but some spills out the sides of your mouth, following the trail of drool down to your tits. Finally, they let you go, watching your pretty face relax from the facefuck you just received. 

“Pretty girl, come here,” Kirby instructs, patting her thigh as she sits on a bale of hay.

You crawl over to her on your hands and knees, too weak to stand. Charlie sits on the floor next to her, his head laying against the outside of her thigh, watching you straddle her thigh. She tucks the hem of your skirt into the waistband, exposing your damp panties. 

“Poor thing,” she says with faux sympathy, rocking your hips back and forth. “Bet you wish he was fucking your cunt instead.”

“Please!” You cry, holding onto her forearms when she bounces you on her thigh, your clit rubbing against the fabric of your panties and the denim of her jeans euphorically.

“Shh, don’t wanna get caught, do you?” She says, hands gripping your hips tighter to keep you moving at a steady rhythm. “Charlie, play with her tits,” she says, watching you bite your knuckles in an attempt to keep quiet.

“So beautiful,” he praises, pulling your top and bra down to expose your chest. “Fucking perfect,” he says, cupping your breasts, tweaking your nipples, and kneading the flesh. 

Your belly flares with heat, grinding your slick cunt against Kirby’s thigh in desperation. She’s moving your hips forcefully, holding you tighter as you attempt to move on your own as you approach your orgasm. Your hands cup her jawline gently, connecting your lips in a messy kiss as you reach your high, your moans muffled by her mouth. 

“Feel better?” She asks, watching your thighs twitch as you ride out your orgasm. 

“No,” you whine, dropping your head to avoid her gaze. 

“No?” She echoes your answer, surprised. 

“How can she feel better when you’re just gonna ignore us tomorrow?” Charlie asks, massaging your shaking legs. 

“I won’t–” Kirby begins to say. 

“If you just want to fool around, that’s fine,” you interrupt her. “But this will be the last time, because I love you and I can’t keep doing this if you expect there to be no strings attached.” 

“You love me? But you and Charlie–” she tries to say. 

“Think three’s a party,” Charlie interrupts her this time. 

“So, do you wanna be our girlfriend?” You ask, holding Charlie’s hand for reassurance. 

“Gladly,” she answers, wrapping her arms around you when you lunge forward to hug her. 

“Can I?” You ask, tracing the button of her jeans when you separate. 

“Sure,” she says, watching you strip her bottom half and settle between her thighs, Charlie slowly moving behind you.

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[rfsak2]

This one is long- almost ten pages longer than last post. It was a bit more difficult to write due to some of the things that happen in Season 3. Let know what you think of my characterization of Daryl. Feedback is much appreciated!

Also, prison/guard tower smut has been requested and, while I feel like I definitely delivered in prison smut, guard tower smut will be in the next chapter as I have plans.

And we’re off!

Spitfire, Pt. 4

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: violence, lots of bad language words (including Merle’s backward views on people of color and women), smut under the cut, character death (Merle)

Part 3

**

Mitzi smiled at Carol. “Don't worry too much about any walkers goin’ after Rick. Me and Daryl will keep ‘em clear. Try to focus mid-field.”

Carol nodded. “Alright.”

“Good.” Mitzi squeezed her shoulder. “And try to keep your shoulder loose. The kick-back will hurt less.”

Mitzi lifted her M110 and switched it to automatic. She set to picking off walkers on the far side of the yard, a rhythmic thwump, thwump, thwump filling the air alongside the other guns firing unsuppressed. Occasionally, she shifted to shoot down one getting too close to Rick for comfort, then back to thwump, thwump, thwump.

She chuckled when Carol shot into the ground near Rick’s feet.

Carol winced. “Sorry!”

Mitzi turned and took out the walker before it could get closer to Rick. Through her scope, she saw Rick look down at the walker and give her a thumbs up.

She turned to Carol, smiling gently. “Breathe in. Aim. Shoot. Try to do it quick so you’re not holding your breath too long. Makes your heart rate jump and your hands shake.”

Carol muttered the pattern under her breath to herself.

“Keep loose.”

Carol nodded, adjusting her stance nervously. Mitzi moved to stand near her, mimicking and correcting her stance.

They raised their rifles at once. “Breathe in. Aim. Shoot.”

Carol hit her next walker through his cheek, right under the eye.

“There ya go, Miss Thing! Good shot!”

Carol blushed under her praise.

Mitzi inspected the yard through her scope and went down on one knee, using the railing as a bipod to steady her rifle. She started to pick off walkers lining up against the fence to a courtyard within the prison.

“Light it up!”

She grinned. Twump. Twump. Twump.

**

“You wanna mess around?”

“That for me or D?” Mitzi grinned over her shoulder at Daryl.

He pointed down at her where she sat, legs dangling over the chassis of the bus. “Stop.”

Carol giggled. “Both.”

Daryl let out a sound of frustration.

Mitzi blew a kiss at her. “I think that can be arranged.”

They both looked over at Daryl. He blew a raspberry, blushing.

Carol moved to get down off the overturned bus and Daryl held his hand up. “I’ll go down first.”

Carol caught Mitzi’s eyes. “Even better.”

Daryl huffed out a laugh.

“He’s fuckin’ good at it too.” Mitzi watched as he shot her an exasperated look. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Oh I know. We are all well aware of his prowess.” Carol mused, grinning.

He grunted. “Stop. Both’a ya.” He swung his legs over the side of the bus, and popped down. He held his hand up, steadying Carol as she jumped down.

He turned back to her and wrapped his arms around her calves. She put her hands on his shoulders and he supported her as she straightened against him. As he relaxed, letting her slowly slide down his body, she cupped his face in her hands.

She saw Carol dip around the corner of the bus, moving back towards the campfire.

He paused, holding her against him. “Yer a menace.”

She smiled and kissed him. “You like that I’m a menace.”

He set her on her feet, making a face and shrugging. “Eh.”

Leaning in to kiss him again, she laughed. “You keep tellin’ yourself that, baby.”

He backed her up against the undercarriage of the bus, but thought better of it. He cast a look around, hand still holding him tight to him. “Take my poncho off.”

She tilted her head. “What for? It’s still chilly-“

He pressed his lips to hers. “Take it off and throw it on the ground.”

Still obviously confused, she pushed him back far enough to pull it out from between them and threw it behind her.

He pecked at her lips, before pulling away. Leaning over, he spread his poncho out and motioned to it.

“My, my… you are romantic.” She fingered at his collar and pulled him to her, groaning when he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

He pulled away. “You’ve been windin’ me up all day. Touching my thighs, pressing your tits up against m’back. Getcha ass on that poncho, now.”

“Don’t need to threaten me with a good time, Dixon.” She grinned, leaning back in to kiss him, and moaned into his mouth.

He reached down and undid her belt and fly. Grunting into her mouth, he slipped his hand into her jeans and petted at her clothed core roughly.

She moved to mouth at his jaw, gasping when he rubbed the rough pad of his finger over her clit through her rapidly soaking underwear.

“Jeans n’panties off. Poncho, now.”

She nipped at his ear before moving back, pushing her jeans down past her hips. He licked at his lip, holding a hand out to steady her as she yanked at the laces of her boots and toed them off. She giggled triumphantly when she successfully removed her jeans and underwear and sat back on the poncho, making grabby hands at him.

He shouldered off his bag and passed it to her. Head tilted in confusion, she accepted it.

He chuckled. “For y’head. Lay back.”

She smiled up at him. “That’s sweet of ya, baby.”

He rolled his eyes and undid his belt buckle with quick, efficient motions. He started on the button of his fly when she shifted to her knees and took over.

She popped the button and lowered his zipper with one hand as she pushed the hem of his shirt up with the other. Maintaining eye contact to the best of her ability, she nibbled at the skin under his belly button.

He hissed and she dropped to press wet kisses to the head of his cock through his briefs.

He groaned. “Fuck, baby.”

She smiled a siren smile and tugged his briefs and jeans down his thighs. One hand bracing herself on his thigh, she mouthed at the base of his cock, lifting her free hand to squeeze gently around the tip.

His head rolled back on his neck and he groaned, fingers blindly finding the back of her neck.

She pinched his thigh and smiled when he rolled his head forward to look at her. She licked up his shaft and took as much of him into her mouth as she could, relaxing her jaw and throat.

He grunted, fighting the urge to pull her even closer. She started a gentle bobbing motion, teasing at his head with her tongue with every retreat.

“Baby-“

She met his eyes again and twisted her hand around the base of his shaft.

“Fuck!” He petted at her face, pushing loose red spirals out of her face with slightly clumsy movements.

“Wanna go down on ya.” He hissed again, tugging on her hair. “Gotta stop or this’ll be over too soon.”

She smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock. “Spoil sport.”

An uncharacteristically cocky smile curled his lips. “You like sucking m’off, Mitz?”

She licked up the underside of his shaft, eyes locked to his. “I do.”

He exerted gentle pressure on the back of her head, coaxing her to stand. He kissed her deeply, his hands smoothing down her back to grab at her bare ass.

“Jump.”

He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He knelt as gingerly as possible and laid her out under him.

He kissed her briefly before pushing her oversized Metallica shirt up over her sports bra. He groaned and pressed his face into her sternum.

He hooked a finger in the stretchy material and pulled it down enough to get her breasts out over the top of it.

He licked over the nearest nipple before taking it into his mouth. When he was satisfied with his work, he leaned up to kiss her again and moved to cup and squeeze at her other breast.

She moaned into his mouth and he smiled, pinching and pulling lightly at her nipple.

“Love your tits.”

He shifted to suck a mark into the skin of her breast. She gasped and raked her fingers through his hair, arching into his mouth when bit lightly at her breast.

He arched an eyebrow and pushed her breasts together, licking at the seam between them and then attempting to take both nipples into his mouth.

He succeeded and she threw her head back and laughed.

He smiled shyly. “Been wanting t’do that since I met ya.”

She giggled. “There are times I think you’re definitely an ass man and then you do shit like that.”

He shook his head and moved down, littering kisses over the sniper rifle tattooed on her side. “Just you.”

She pulled him back to her mouth. “What do you mean?”

He blushed, pressing his lips hard to hers. “Just you. Don’t care what I’m touchin’, ‘long as it’s you.”

She smiled brilliantly. “Daryl Dixon, that is easily the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

He ducked his head, avoiding her eyes. “Turn over.”

She laughed and turned over. He directed her up on her knees, before squeezing and lightly slapping her ass.

“Love your ass too.”

She reached over and pulled his bag under her face, moaning loudly when he touched his lips to her clit. One hand on her shoulder, he pushed her shoulder down lower, lifting her ass up higher.

He licked up her slit, dipping his tongue into her.

She gasped. “Fuck!”

He went to work in earnest, alternating with broad swipes along the length of her slit, sucking her lips into his mouth and spearing her on his tongue. She dug her forehead into his bag, panting into canvas that smelled like him.

Her head swam.

He grunted against her and she had the thought that he might be jerking off behind her. It felt almost impossible to shift up enough to open her eyes and look between her legs.

She saw his hand, big and veiny, wrapped around his cock and moaned.

When his thumb made contact with her clit, her back arched so hard she could swear her back cracked.

“C’mon, Spitfire, gotta cum so I can get inside ya.” He rasped against her, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating against her.

Her feet arched. Her toes curled.

He attached his mouth to her clit and pushed two fingers into her.

She came with a whimper.

Not a second later, the blunt head of his cock was pushing against her entrance. “Y’okay?”

She nodded and lifted herself up on her elbows. Turning over her shoulder, she smiled at him. “So fuckin’ okay.”

He grinned back and entered her in a smooth thrust. He set a brutal pace, hips meeting hers with an arousingly wet sound.

Letting her head fall back against his backpack, she reached back and covered the hand on her hip.

“Fuckin’ pretty little thing, ain’t ya?” He grunted, free hand dipping around to circle her clit. “Y’gonna cum again? Squeeze me so hard, you’ll take me wit’ya?”

She nodded. “Fuck, D. Please.”

He sped up, the pace even more brutal and exquisite.

He stopped and she bit back a scream as he pulled out and the burning in her belly receded.

“Flip over.” He grunted. “Need’ta see ya.”

She nodded with a slightly frantic edge and did as he bid. As soon as she was settled, he pressed himself back into her.

After a few hard thrusts, he laid over her, groaning at the feel of her chest against his. She wound her arms around him, under his arms, and clutched him to her.

She arched up and caught his mouth. Moaning, she dug her fingers into his shoulder blades and met each grinding thrust with her hips.

“Pretty baby.” He chuckled into her mouth. “Gonna give me another? Gonna whimper f’me again?”

“I did not whimper.”

He grinned. “The fuck y’didnt.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her lips. “Whimpered like m’pretty, little girl.”

She shook her head and one hand dropped to squeeze his ass under his jeans. “Y’heard wrong.”

“No, I didn’t.” He shifted his weight to one elbow and captured her chin with his free hand. “Cum, pretty girl.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “C’mon baby.”

She nodded and moaned into his mouth, his fingers capturing one of her nipples and pinching.

He sped up as she reached her high, reaching his own shortly after.

“Holy shit. Where did that come from?”

He chuckled into her sternum.

She lifted a lazy hand and carded her fingers through his hair.

**

“I wish you’d stay in there, Mitz.” T-Dog leaned in, whispering into her ear as they followed Rick and the prisoners down into the yard.

Daryl, in front of her, nodded. “These men ain’t seen a woman in a while.”

She shrugged. “They only have one gun. I ain’t worried.”

“One gun in the hand of someone who’s unknown crimes got him locked up in the first place.”

She made a face. “Fair point.”

“This could get outta hand.” Daryl cast a look back at her.

“In which case, you need more guns in hands. Am I right or am I right?” She reached forward to squeeze his shoulder. “Unless, you thinkin’ my feminine charms are gonna overwhelm their good sense.”

Daryl snorted and let her out of the stairwell ahead of him. “Overwhelmed mine.”

She pinched his side as she passed him. “I’m the best damn thing to ever happen to you and you damn well know it, Dixon.”

T-Dog passed Daryl and moved so she was continually between him and Daryl. “There's always a chance that they… lose control.”

She smiled up at him. “It is far more likely that their anger will cause them to lose control than lil ol’me.”

“Jus’ the same, stay behind me.” Daryl stepped in front of her, partially blocking the inmates’ view of her.

“You never said, how the hell did you get in here in the first place?”

Daryl pointed out at the guard tower. “Cut a hole in that fence over there by that guard tower.”

The smaller inmate nodded. “That easy, huh?”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way.”

“Easy for you to say.” Andrew muttered.

Mitzi kept her eyes on the de facto leader, who seemed unphased by the carnage around them. Rick caught her eyes and nodded.

The bigger inmate- Tiny- poked at a corpse with a stick. “So what is this? Like a disease?”

“Yeah,” Rick supplied, “and we’re all infected.”

The blond inmate stepped forward. “What do you mean ‘infected’? Like AIDS or something?”

“Sorta, I guess.” Mitzi shrugged, propping her chin on Daryl’s shoulder. “Don’t know how it spread or anything.”

“If I were to kill you, shoot an arrow in your chest,” Daryl pointed down at the nearest corpse. “You’d come back as one of these things. It’s gonna happen to all’a us.”

The inmates were silent until Tomas stepped forward. “Ain’t no way these Robin Hood cats are responsible for killing all these freaks.”

“Must be 50 bodies out here.”

“We have a lot of practice.” Mitzi shifted her weight to her other foot. “We’ve gotten pretty good at it. Efficient.”

Tomas laughed condescendingly, focusing immediately on her. “You tellin’ me you were a part of this, baby?”

She arched an eyebrow and Rick cut her off before she could instigate, shooting a look at her over his shoulder. “Most of the walkers in that courtyard were put down by her. She’s an excellent shot.”

“That so? You got a name, baby girl?”

Daryl shifted and she hooked her arm around his waist, allowing him to keep her firmly behind him. “Not one you need to use.”

“You sure, baby?” He grinned a grin she was sure he thought was charming. “I can show you a good time.”

Daryl moved to step forward and she caught his arm. “Nah, I’m not interested, dude. I have a man.”

“He here?”

Daryl rasped. “You’re lookin’ at ‘em.”

He leered at her for a moment longer, dismissing Daryl. “Where’d you come from?”

Rick shot her a look and she could’ve sworn she heard T-Dog mutter, “I told you so,” under his breath.

Rick stepped into his line of sight. “Atlanta.”

Tomas strutted toward Rick. “Where you headed?”

Rick met him head on. “For now, nowhere.”

Tomas brushed him off. “I guess you can take that area down by the water, should be comfortable.”

“We’re using that field for crops.”

The negotiations broke down after that, if they ever started to begin in earnest. Tomas kept glancing at her and she fought the urge to make it worse by making a face at him. Instead, she ignored him and moved to press against Daryl’s right side so her gun hand would be free.

“What did I tell ya?”

She shrugged, kissing his bicep. “I see your point, just- I can handle myself.”

He nodded. “You can. Ain’t no one arguing with that, but also no reason to start shit.”

She smiled up at him. “I didn’t, not anything that wasn’t already brewing anyways. Tomas is exactly who he seems t’be. Would be regardless of my presence. He’s not gonna last tonight.”

T-Dog ran his hand over his face. “She’s gotta point. He’s been aggressive since we found them.”

“You ain’t comin’ to clear a block for them with us.” He leveled his crossbow at them. “There's already gonna be too many people, too much noise.”

“D-“

“No.” He glanced down at her. “He’s gonna try something. We know that. No need to add extra wood to the fire.”

She sighed. “Fine.”

When Rick had secured half of the grocery for them, they moved back into the cell block. Rick pulled her aside.

“Go back to the cell block. Tomas doesn’t seem to be entirely stable.”

She held her hands in mock-surrender. “I have already been informed. I’m goin’.”

**

“Aren’t you going to tell me about your mom?”

She settled against the railing, feet dangling over the second floor landing. She shook her head. “No… I didn't know my mom.”

“At all?” Carl looked shocked. “Did she die?”

Mitzi shrugged. “Not as far as I know. She.. she left me with my grandfather not long after I was born.”

He nodded. “Her dad?”

She shook her head again. “No, my dad’s dad. I have never met my mother’s family. She didn’t really want to be a mom so I guess she got her wish.”

“That sucks.”

Reaching out to ruffle his hair, she smiled. “It did, but it was okay for the most part.”

“So what are we gonna talk about?”

“We don’t have to talk.” She leaned her forearms on the bar. “Sometimes it’s good to just sit.”

Carl looked at her and she smiled back.

They were silent for a while, maybe ten minutes. Mitzi leaned over and pulled the mattress her and Daryl had been using over. She laid back, head on the mattress. Carl followed suit, setting his hat on his chest.

“Have you ever lost someone you cared about?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I was really close to my aunt. She died when I was 18.”

“What happened?”

Mitzi winced. “My dad used to use certain substances… uh, recreationally and the man he bought them from showed up at my aunt’s house. He was lookin’ for my dad. He hadn’t paid him, owed him money. My dad wasn’t there, he was at one of his lady friend’s house.”

She sighed deeply. “The man was not in his right mind and he shot her. She died before the paramedics got there.”

Carl stared down at his lap and pondered. “What happened to your dad?”

“How do you mean?”

“When he found out… was he okay?” He turned childlike eyes on her.

Shame building in her chest, she shrugged, lied. “I don’t know. My dad and I didn’t get along.”

Carl nodded. “I killed my mom.”

Mitzi sighed. “You shouldn’t a’hadta.”

“No, it had to be me.” Carl was adamant. “It had to be someone who loved her.”

“That’s true.” She nodded. “But I had to learn this lesson when my aunt died, so I’m gonna pass it along to you too. Just because it can be you, doesn’t mean it needs to be you.”

“There was no one else.” He was starting to sound defensive, shrinking into himself.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Carl. You’re just not meant t’have seen all this shit at your age. It’s our job as adults to protect you as much as we can. We shoulda helped you, darlin’.” Mitzi reached over and squeezed his shoulder. “The way I wished I had been helped.”

He nodded and they fell silent again.

“Were you angry when your aunt died?”

She smiled. “You know me pretty well at this point, kiddo. What do you think?”

He nodded. “I’m not talking about being angry just then but… like after. I’m still angry.”

“And you will be, but yes, also that too. I didn’t speak to my father for years after that.” She sighed. “The key to this, I have learned, is to talk about it, not to try and shove it down.”

“With who?” Carl made a dismissive noise. “My dad is-“

“I’m talking to your dad soon as, but you can always talk to me.” She squeezed at his shoulder again. “You have every right to be angry, kiddo. About your mom, about Shane.”

“You didn’t like Shane.”

“The feeling was mutual, but no, I didn’t like Shane.”

“You beat him up.” There was amusement in his voice.

“To be fair, he started it.” She chuckled. “It’s true that I didn't like Shane but I didn’t want him to die either. You did the right thing then, too. I just hate that you had to.”

Carl sighed. “I just don’t understand why my dad did that. I think I hate him for hurting Shane.”

She nodded. “Sometimes, the relationship between two adults is more complicated than it appears on the outside. I can see why it must be difficult to trust your dad after that, but I have every faith that, while I believe it was the right decision, it was the only decision he felt he could make and I know that it tore him up.”

He bobbed his head absently.

“Take it from me, hun, you can’t keep holdin’ on to this anger. It will eat you alive. Gotta talk about it, not take it out on everyone.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

**

“You okay, boss?” She set her gun and knife kit on the desk and boosted herself up onto the desk, sitting across from where Rick sat slumped.

He looked dazed and not particularly present. To the side of the boiler room, down by the boilers, was an absolutely eviscerated walker.

She sighed, and crossed her legs under her. She started cleaning and sharpening her hunting knife, pausing periodically to check on him.

When her knife was cleaned and sharpened to her satisfaction, she holstered it and approached Rick quietly.

Squatting by his side, she spoke in a soft, quiet tone. “Can I clean your knife and gun for’ya, chief?”

He looked at her like he didn’t know who she was.

Slowly, she pulled his knife and gun from their holsters. She set them down as quietly as possible and hoisted herself back on the desk. She set to cleaning his knife with quick, smooth movements.

“She’s…” He sucked in a breath. “She’s gone.”

She paused, giving him her full attention.

“She’s just gone.” His face screwed up like he was in pain. “I’ve not… I wasn’t there.”

She nodded. “Can’t be everywhere.”

“But I wasn’t there… and I haven’t been there, not recently.”

She sighed and set his knife down, moving off the desk to sit next to him.

“I’ve been blaming her. I should’ve been kinder.”

“Blame was going both ways I’m sure.”

He shook his head. “No, she was tryin’ to heal, to bring us back together. I wouldn’t let her.

“You don’t sound like you were ready to, brother.” She patted his knee. “You didn’t know what was gonna happen. Don’t know if it would’ve changed much if you did.“

“I should’ve let her know. Tell her what I was goin’ through. I should’ve talked to her.”

“Sure, but botha ya should’ve. It’s a two way street and healing takes time.” She smiled. “If you coulda done something, if you had known, you would’ve.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t talk to her. I didn’t.”

“You couldn’t. There was something that made it too difficult, too painful.”

He sighed and nodded. “She slept with Shane and then, it wasn’t her fault, but Shane became… fixated on her. That night he took me out there to kill me.”

She nodded. “I figured. I was with Daryl and Glenn when they found the kid.”

“She looked at me like I was the crazy one, like I should’ve let him live.”

She sighed. “I’m gonna tell you something my therapist told me-“

He huffed out a laugh. “You had a therapist?”

She shoved him with her elbow, smiling softly. “For a while, yeah. The military fucked me up.”

“What did she tell you?”

“We are not responsible for other people’s emotional responses to us, just doing what we can to be as healthy as we can be.”

“I’m not sure that applies here.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t think that was the healthiest thing that could’ve been done. By any standard.”

She shrugged. “What were your options? Kill Shane, let him kill you, keep him alive after he killed Otis, Randall and tried to kill you?”

He digested that. “Maybe Shane should’ve led us from the beginning. He was already doin’ it.”

“No he wasn’t. Not effectively anyways. He went and got water, stood around with his hands on his hips while other people made decisions, acted as the welcome party. But never really led anything.”

“Other people thought he should lead.”

“Aside from Andrea, who was suckin’ his dick, literally and metaphorically, the only people who thought that, thought that when they were scared. I doubt any of them think that now.” She grinned. “He couldn’t lead himself out of a wet paper bag. That’s why I was willing to follow you when you got to the Quarry. You listened and you considered and you put yourself in danger. Didn’t just make knee-jerk reactionary, self-serving decisions. That would’ve never happened with Shane.”

He chuckled quietly. “So you think I did the right thing? With Shane, I mean.”

“I think you did the only thing. Shane would’ve had to die regardless. Once it became common knowledge that he killed Randall and tried to kill you, it would have been decided and your hand would’ve been forced anyways.”

He nodded, biting at his lip and she stood to grab his knife and gun.

She settled back next to him. “Or we would’ve been distracted by the herd and would’ve spent the last eight months stewing in that tension, watching the two of you battling it out constantly. Lori being stuck in the constant anxiety of Shane’s fixation on her. Our energy and focus constantly split. We would’ve never made it here.”

He smiled sadly. “Or you would’ve killed him.”

She shook her head. “Me n’Daryl would’ve left long before that happened.”

They lapsed into silence and she went back to cleaning his knife and gun.

“Mitzi.”

She hummed.

He rested his head back against the wall, watching her out of the corner of his eye. “What does ‘sucking his dick literally and metaphorically’ mean? How do you suck someone’s dick metaphorically?”

She shrugged. “Y’know what?”

He smiled back, sadly. “What?”

“I don't actually know what I meant by that.” She smiled. “Sometimes I just say shit.”

He chuckled, reaching up to pat her head affectionately. “That tracks.”

**

She grinned and glanced at Daryl, who shook his head at her.

“What? She has a sword! She’s fuckin’ cool.” She turned back and kept watch as Hershel finished stitching her up.

Rick sighed. “We don’t know her.”

“We know she’s cool.” Mitzi shrugged. “We know she did the hard thing, not the easy thing. Injured. Safe only because she was covered in walker blood. That takes guts.”

“That’s fair.” Rick raked his fingers through his hair.

“How do we know we can trust her?” Oscar, quickly becoming a voice of reason, pondered.

“She wouldn’t have brought the formula if she had ill intentions.” Mitzi leaned against the door, casting a look over her shoulder. “Woulda been easier to keep on marchin’, vengeance or no.”

He nodded. “Could be tryin’ to lure us-“

“She’s one person, despite whatever mad ninja skills she has- she’s one person.”

Axel stepped forward, eager to flatter and please. “The way they talk about you, you coulda taken this place by yourself.”

She snorted. “I’m just one person, too.”

Beth, on edge and tense, shot forward. “This is Maggie and Glenn. Why are we even debating?”

Daryl nodded. “We ain’t. I’ll go after them.”

Mitzi nodded, eyes back on the woman and Hershel. “Me too.”

“Well.. This place sounds pretty secure. You two can’t go alone.”

Beth nodded. “I’ll go.”

Axel was next. “Me too.”

“I’m in.” Oscar rounded out the troop.

Rick took a deep breath in and looked over at Mitzi. “Exfil.”

She nodded, grinning. “And now you got exfil experience too, might make this easier, Officer Friendly.”

“Exfil?” Oscar looked between them.

Rick smirked, nodding sarcastically. “Exfiltration, otherwise known as an extraction. Mitzi has done hundreds of extractions.”

“Hundreds of hundreds.” She corrected, pushing off the doorway. “Let’s get this party started.”

**

“Okay, we gotta do this fast and smart.”

Rick nodded. “What’s the plan?”

Mitzi turned over her shoulder. “Where did she go?”

Rick followed her eyes and grit his teeth when he didn’t see Michonne. “Damn it!”

She sighed. “Alright, we need to pick the buildings most likely to be where they’re kept.”

Daryl checked his clip. “How? Ain’t no way we’re gonna check in all them buildings. Not with all them guards there.”

She nodded. “It’s not likely to be this close to the gate, I reckon.”

“Right…” Rick pondered. “Too much noise.”

A twig snapped and they turned, guns leveled.

Michonne pointed in another direction, mouthing ‘this way’ at them. Rick nodded and they followed her to a section of fence in a blind spot.

They scaled it quickly and snuck into a dark building.

“This is where you were held?” Rick continued to clear the room, gun held up until Mitzi held her thumb up, indicating that the far side of the room was clear.

“I was questioned.” She corrected him flatly.

He moved to the front facing windows. “Any idea where else they could be?” He peeked out behind the sheets hanging over the windows.

Daryl followed, looking out next to him. He scoffed. “I thought you said there was a curfew.”

Michonne shrugged, anxious and jumpy. “The street is packed during the day. Those are stragglers.”

Rick grimaced. “If anyone comes in here, we’re sitting ducks. We gotta move.”

Mitzi caught Michonne’s eyes, motioning her closer so she could keep her voice low. “You were questioned in here?”

She nodded.

Mitzi stepped closer to her. “Somethin’ minor?”

“I guess.” Michonne shrugged. “I broke into the Governor’s apartment to get my sword. Took out some walkers they had locked up in some sort of arena space.”

“Arena space?” Mitzi looked at Daryl and Rick. “Dollars to donuts.”

Michonne nodded. “They could be there.”

“What if they ain’t?” Daryl moved back towards the back of the room.

Michonne met Daryl’s eyes unflinchingly. “Then we’ll look somewhere else.”

Rick followed Daryl, passing by Michonne with a dismissive: “You said you could help us.”

She bit back. “I'm doing what I can.”

Oscar huffed. “Then where the hell are they?”

Rick motioned to Mitzi and Oscar. They turned and paced back into the pantry space after him.

“If this goes south, we’re cutting her loose.”

They all turned to consider Michonne. Oscar spoke up. “You think she’s leading us into a trap?”

Mitzi sucked on her teeth. “I suppose an arena with walkers would be the place t’do it. But that don’t square, if she wanted to lead us into a trap, she coulda just done it at the gate. No reason to wait and get us inside.”

Daryl nodded his head. “More like the blind leading the blind. Let’s split up.”

There was a knock at the door, keys in the lock, and they all dove for cover behind shelves of canned goods. Mitzi looked over and saw Michonne crouched behind the table.

The man entered casually, like all he expected to find were teenagers up to some mischief.

Mitzi caught Daryl’s eyes. He nodded.

“I know you’re in here. I saw you moving from outside.” He moved deeper into the room. “Alright now. You’re not supposed to be here and you know it. Who’s in here?”

Rick rushed him, holding him at gunpoint and forcing him into his knees. Daryl leaned over and zip-tied his hands behind his back.

“Where are our people?”

The man shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“You’re holding two of our people. Where the hell are they?”

The man stuttered. “I don’t know.”

Rick gagged him and Daryl knocked him out with the butt of his crossbow.

“He’s tellin’ the truth.” Mitzi glanced at Rick. “They’re being kept someplace the normal people don’t know about.

“Gotta be this arena area.” Daryl nodded at Michonne. “It far enough away that people wouldn’t know?”

She nodded. Rick stared her down before nodding.

“Let’s go.”

They snuck out the way they came and followed Michonne to the arena.

Mitzi cast a look around. “Some mad max shit.”

Oscar nodded beside her.

“Mitzi, you got point.”

She nodded and moved in front of Rick as they entered a building made of corrugated metal. They cleared corners at a steady pace until they came up to a window and could hear movement and voices.

They plastered themselves to the wall, waiting a short moment. As soon as it seemed that the people inside the room were about to leave the room, Mitzi signaled them back, nodding to Daryl and Rick.

Rick and Daryl popped the tops on a flash bang and smoke bomb respectively, before tossing them into the small atrium area.

There was a flash and a pop. Smoke filled the room and the men, disoriented and blind, reared back.

Mitzi advanced and while she covered them, Daryl and Rick moved in to get Maggie and Glenn, pulling them back toward the entrance.

One of the men in the smoke popped off a few rounds and Mitzi returned fire, seeing one man hit the ground through the smoke. Rick patted her shoulder and Mitzi backed out behind them.

They backtracked and ducked into another dark building.

**

“Didn’t think you’d still be running’ with my brother, Lil Bit.”

Mitzi sucked her teeth. “That’s because you ain’t very smart, Merle.”

He laid his arm over her shoulder and she shrugged him off. “Don’t be like that, Mitzi. I helped get Daryl outta there. Returned your man safe and sound.”

She scoffed. “Youre the fuckin’ reason we were there at all. You don’t get to play hero.”

He hummed. “That’s true. Say, you think I can have my turn now, after all’a this time? Think my baby brother would-“

Daryl turned on his heel and shoved at Merle’s shoulder. “Give it a rest.” He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward toward Rick.

Merle cackled. “You ain’t willin’ to share, brother? Ain’t that some shit.”

Daryl grunted and motioned her forward when she turned back to glare at Merle. “This ain’t gonna work if you start fuckin’ with her.”

“Damn, son. Her pussy must be-“

Daryl shoved at him again. “Stop it. You ain’t gonna-“

“Ain’t gonna what?” Merle pressed into his space. “You gonna start telling me what t’do?”

Daryl didn’t back down. “She ain’t some truck stop hooker. You ain’t gonna talk t’her that way.”

“Or else what? What’s gonna happen?”

“She’s gonna kick your ass. Again.” Daryl poked his chest with an aggressive finger. “But it ain’t just about what she’s gonna do. She’s m’girl. I won’t have y’talkin’ ‘bout her that way.”

Daryl paused and looked down at Mitzi, who had pressed her hand to his chest, standing between them.

“Let’s just get back home. We can hash it out there.”

Daryl nodded. She glared at Merle and then moved back toward Rick.

Rick leaned into her. “This ain’t gonna work.”

She sighed. “I know it. And Glenn’s gonna go ballistic when he sees him.”

“Do you think Daryl will leave him?”

She shrugged, casting a look back at Daryl. He caught her eyes, head tilting as if asking her what they were talking about. “I don’t know.”

Rick nodded, calling out for Glenn as they approached the road.

Glenn seemed to zero in on Merle the minute he cleared the car. He leveled his gun at Merle and chaos erupted.

She stepped up to him as Maggie leveled her gun at Michonne, trying to ease them into lowering their weapons. “C’mon, guys.”

Glenn turned on her. “You’re okay with this?”

Mitzi shook her head. “No, but we gotta discuss it and we can’t discuss it here. Not safe.”

Daryl swatted at the gun in Glenn’s hand. “Get that thing outta my face.”

Merle chuckled. “Looks like you gone native, brother.”

Daryl turned and paced back at Merle. “No more than you, hangin’ out with that psycho back there.”

Merle nodded, amused. “Oh yeah man, he is a charmer, gotta tell you that.” He turned to Michonne. “Been putting the wood to your girlfriend, Andrea, back there. Big time, baby.” He moaned lewdly.

“What?” Glenn lowered his handgun. “Andrea’s in Woodbury?”

Daryl nodded. “Right next to the Governor.”

Mitzi put a hand on Glenn’s shoulder. “I doubt she knew y’all were there. Seemed pretty distressed when she saw Daryl.”

Michonne attempted to get at Merle again and Rick cut her off. “I told you to drop that!” She did and he lowered his Python. “You know Andrea?”

She ignored him, focusing on glaring at Merle. Rick stepped into her line of sight. “Hey! Do you know Andrea?”

Merle grinned. “Yep, she does. Her and Blondie spent all winter, cuddling up in the forest. Mhmm… yeah. My Nubian Queen here had two pet walkers. No arms. Cut off the jaws. Kept ‘em in chains. Kinda ironic now that I think about it.”

Mitzi turned over her shoulder. “You are fuckin’ dumb, Merle. You are outnumbered and outclassed and you still don’t have the sense to keep the shit you talk to yourself.”

He spat to the side. “Shut up, Mitzi.”

“Always gotta ruin everything-“

“Spitfire.” Daryl set his hand on her shoulder and she quieted. He pointed back at Merle. “Stop it.”

Merle chuckled, dismissing Daryl with a wave. “Hey man, we snatched them outta the woods. Andrea was close to dying.”

Maggie sighed. “Is that why she’s with him?”

Merle nodded. “Yeah.. snug as two little bugs. So what are you gonna do now, sheriff? Surrounded by a buncha liars, thugs and cowards?”

Rick snarled. “Shut up!”

“Oh man, lookit this? Pathetic. All these guns and no bullets in ‘em.”

Daryl got in his face. “Merle, shut up!”

Merle responded in kind and there was a brief bout of chaos, Glenn attempting to push past her.

She focused on gently keeping Glenn back and jumped when Merle’s voice ceased suddenly. His body hit the forest floor and she turned to look up at Rick, Python held up, butt first.

She glanced at Daryl, who nodded at Rick. Slipping her rifle over her head and off her shoulder, she passed it to Daryl and moved to help Glenn down the small incline toward the car.

When Merle was conscious and everyone was back near the car, Rick spoke.

“It won’t work.”

Daryl sighed. “It’s gotta.”

“It’ll stir things up.”

She rubbed at her neck as Daryl made his case, adamant that his brother wasn’t a rapist.

Mitzi sighed. “He doesn’t have to be a rapist to be dangerous. He tortured Glenn. They were clearly about to execute them. He was okay with that, led the men that did that.”

Daryl huffed and ignored her, shaking her off when she reached for him. He focused on Rick. “You gonna cut Merle loose and bring the last samurai home with us?”

Rick shook his head. “She’s not coming back.”

Maggie shook her head. “She’s not in a state to be on her own.”

Glenn nodded. “She did bring you guys to us.”

“And ditched us.”

“At least let my dad stitch her up.”

Rick shocked his head. ”She’s too unpredictable.”

Mitzi kicked at a piece of gravel, looking down. “She doesn’t say enough and I don’t think any of us feel comfortable trusting what she does say.”

“That’s right,” Daryl nodded, staring out at Michonne. “We don’t know who she is. But Merle- Merle’s blood.”

Glenn grunted. “No. Merle is your blood. My blood, my family, is standing right here and waiting for us back at the prison.”

Rick leaned in. “And you’re part of that family. But he’s not. He’s not.”

Daryl glanced down at her then back at Rick and shrugged. “Man, y’all don’t know.” He paused. “Fine. We’ll fend for ourselves.” He reached out for Mitzi.

Glenn shook his head. “That’s not what I was saying.”

“No him. No us.” He squeezed Mitzi’s shoulder and she seemed to snap back to reality.

She rested back. “What?”

Daryl stared down at her, willing her to agree with him. “We’ll go. Fend for ourselves.”

She stepped out of the circle, shaking her head. “We just started a war with a psychopath to get Glenn and Maggie back. You want to leave?”

Daryl frowned. “Mitz-“

Mitzi stalked a couple feet away, still fighting to believe this was real. She turned toward the car and Merle caught her eye, grinning.

Daryl moved closer to her. “Baby, I can’t stay where m’brother-“

“D. Stop.” She cut him off. “I need to think.”

“No time.” He shook his head. “You gotta make a decision.”

“A decision?” She gaped at him. “Between your brother and the people I just risked my ass to save?”

“Between me-“

“Don’t do this. Don’t make this personal.”

“How is this not personal?”

“Because it’s not you, baby, it’s him. He is not you.” She gestured at Merle. “He’s the one who kidnapped and tortured Glenn and Maggie. The one who started windin’ you up the minute he saw ya.”

“Windin’ me up?” His face colored. “He's an asshole but he ain’t manipulative.”

“Yes, he is. If he wanted to come back with you, why did he start instigating shit?”

He made a frustrated motion with his hand. “That’s just who he is.”

“Yes! A manipulative asshole.” She threw her hands up. “That’s beside the point. D, we have been with these people for nearly a year.”

“So? I’ve known Merle my entire life.”

“They are family, baby. I won’t leave them.”

“What ‘bout me?” He locked his jaw. “You’ll leave me, but not them.”

“I'm not leaving, you are.” She deflated. “You're making the decision to leave. What am I supposed t’do?”

“Come with me!” He fought to keep his voice down.

She sucked in a breath. “Daryl, I can’t… I need to think.”

“I ain't leavin’ my brother again.” He reached out for her. She sidestepped him. “He’s m’blood.”

She shook her head, trying to clear it enough to see a way out of this.

Daryl scoffed and moved away, back towards Rick. “Well, guess that decides it. It’s always been me and Merle before this.”

She fought to breathe, chest clenching up. “Just give me time to think.”

“You made your choice.” He threw over his shoulder.

She squatted, ignoring whatever further discussion was being had and focusing on breathing normally. Maggie joined her, hand rubbing at her back.

Mitzi’s eyes caught Daryl’s. She could see him visibly react, sucking in air like she had forced it from his lungs.

**

“Where’s Mitzi?”

Glenn nodded at the window. “‘Main Guard tower.”

Daryl squinted at him. “She went back out there?”

“Never left.” Hershel kept his eye on Merle. “Hasn’t stepped out of the guard tower since she got back. Hasn’t spoken a word.”

“The attack was the first we’ve seen of her since we got back.” Glenn supplied, cutting his eyes to glare at Merle. “Maggie tried to go up there, check on her. Mitzi wouldn’t open the door.”

“I doubt she’s eaten.” Maggie nodded. “The only way we knew she’s still alive is the sound of her rifle. Those walkers out past the field were all her. She was picking them off yesterday.”

“I don’t want her to be upset, but she might’ve solved a problem for us.” Carol crossed her arms over her chest. “I bet she’s already cleared the field.”

Hershel nodded. “That’s true.”

Daryl sucked in a breath and nodded. “Right. I’ll go get her.”

Glenn made a face. “Good luck and godspeed. She’s pretty angry.”

“You chasing’ after your girl, brother?” Merle cackled. “Just let her untwist her panties, she’ll come ‘round.“

Daryl shook his head. “Shut up, Merle.”

“So that lil bit of redhead cooze is worth your dignity? Thought I raised you better.” He sucked on his tongue. “Gotcha all pussy-whipped. What a shame.”

Daryl rotated his shoulder, agitated. “I said, ‘Shut the fuck up, Merle’.”

Merle opened his mouth to speak, Glenn cut him off, grinning maliciously. “You don’t remember Mitzi that well, d’ya Merle?”

“Course I remember her.” Merle made a face. “What does that have t’do with anythin’?”

“You know what they say about redheads.” Glenn glanced up at Merle. “And she’s fuckin’ pissed at you. But telling you what to do, but I would be, at the very least, nervous.”

Merle glanced at Daryl, who shrugged. Glenn continued. “Pretty sure the rumor was that she had kicked your ass back at the old camp. If she didn’t then…” he whistled. “I’m sure she’s up for it now.”

Merle dismissed him with a wave. “Got a couple pot shots off. I ain’t worried. I outweigh-“

“So did Shane and she beat the holy shit out of Shane.”

Maggie nodded. “Shane couldn’t even put up a fight.”

Merle ignored them.

**

“I know you’re pissed. Y’got every right.”

She didn’t look at him, didn’t react.

“Spitfire.”

She huddled down deeper into herself, pressing into the corner, knees to her chest.

He sighed and sat next to her. She crossed her arms across her chest, effectively hugging her M110.

He rubbed a hand over his face. “He’s my brother.”

“He’s blood.”

He nodded.

“So fuck me then.”

He sucked in a breath. “I didn’t say that.”

“Didn’t need to.” She started picking at her cuticles.

“Look.. I know, I fucked up.”

She shook her head, twisting her lips in a dismissive moue. “Nah, that’s just how it is.”

“How what is?”

“It. Life.”

“Baby-“

“Fuck off.” Her thumb bled. “Go find your brother.”

He reached over to cover her fidgeting hands. She jerked away.

He let his head hang, rubbing over the back of his head. “Mitz-“

“What do you want?” She still wasn’t looking at him, still picking at her cuticles.

“You t’talk t’me.” He shifted so he was looking at her more fully.

She grunted, eyes on her now-bleeding ring finger. “For what purpose?”

“What purpose?” He dropped his head against the wall behind him. “Baby, I… I fuckin’ suck at this. I don’t know how t’explain what-“ he made a frustrated noise. “I know I hurt ya, I ain’t never seen you look that way, like I had just sucker punched ya.”

He looked up and caught her eyes. “M’sorry.”

She didn’t look the way he expected. No stormy anger, no piercing glare. She looked frightened, eyes wide, pupils darting around the small room. Daryl felt his chest tighten.

She stood and shouldered her rifle. “I need to shoot somethin’.”

She walked onto the balcony, spending the next ten minutes popping off walkers. When the magazine was empty, she turned and sucked in a shaky breath.

“I don’t generally assume people like me. My parents didn't even like me.” She gestured at the prison. “I’m just now starting to not struggle to believe that they might give a fuck about me. I am not dumb enough to do that generally.”

He stood, approaching her with quiet, cautious steps like she was a frightened animal.

“But… I think I was-“ She squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in a harsh breath. “I was dumb enough to believe you did.”

She rubbed at her face, shielding her eyes from his. “I know we’ve never really talked ‘bout it so maybe this is partially my fault. I should’ve known, shouldn’t ‘ve assumed but-“

He shook his head. “Baby, stop. Look at me.”

She wouldn’t, eyes focusing down at the floor. She shook her head, stepping away from him as he reached for her. “I just thought you’d at least consider me, but maybe that’s an overstatement of what this is.”

He cupped her shoulders slowly, gently, pressing his forehead to her temple.

He could feel the tension in her body, the occasional heaving convulsion, like her body wanted to sob but she wasn’t letting it. “Baby-“

She shook her head, biting her lip hard enough to bleed.

“Mitzi.” He grabbed the rifle from her limp hand, setting it against the wall behind him. “Baby, you ain’t overstatin’ nothin’.”

She scoffed, tears starting fall despite her attempts to control it, and tried to pull away.

He tutted, hand sliding from her shoulder to her jaw. “Don’t leave. We ain’t done.”

“You walked away, D. You looked me in my eye, threw down an impossible ultimatum and walked away. Didn’t even give me time to process, to understand, to make any kinda decision.” She shrugged powerlessly. “That kinda feels done.”

“Well, we ain’t.” His voice was adamant. “You said you were dumb enough to believe I gave a fuck about ya. I do. Don’t hafta believe anythin’, it’s true.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’ll bite. You give a fuck. What happened then? I don’t get it so you’re gonna hafta explain it. It sure doesn’t square with you givin’ even an iota of a fuck ‘bout me.”

He sighed, frustrated with his own lack of verbosity. “I know why I did it.” She shook her head and tried to pull away. He held her fast and squeezed her shoulders. “I’m not sayin’ it was the right call, but I know why I did it. I hate that I hurt’ya, but I did th’only thing I could think of. He’s m’brother.”

She breathed deep. “I appreciate that, I do. But Glenn is my brother, Maggie is my sister. They are part of our family.” She pointed between them. “Part of our family that Merle hurt.”

He nodded absently, squinting at her.

“Every day we chose to help them- and us -survive to the next day, we were choosing them.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “We talked about leavin’, I know that, but we didn’t. We stayed. That choice made them our family. They are our family now.”

He looked hurt. “So if I had given ya time t’think you wouldn’t a’left with me?”

She rubbed at her sternum and shrugged. “I don’t know. It woulda been difficult but we coulda talked about it. Preferably, here, where we are safe. Not out there in the middle’a nowhere with Glenn unable to walk.”

Daryl shook his head. “They wouldn’t a’let him come back.”

“Baby, what did ya expect? Your brother tortured them. If we had taken time to think, we coulda worked somethin’ out.”

He nodded. “A’ight. Say we had, what could we have done?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. Keep him close? Set him up in a guard tower until amends could be made. He woulda needed to be part of that, though, woulda needed to want to make amends.”

He rubbed his hands over the back of his head. “Wasn’t too keen on that. Still isn’t.”

She nodded. “And what I said stands. Merle started windin’ you up the minute he laid eyes on ya. Didn’t want to follow the rules. Maybe he didn’t want to be under Rick’s thumb. I dunno, but Merle wants things his way.”

He sighed. “Yeah, you were right. Merle’s a stubborn suma’bitch. Started talking’ shit the minute we left. M’sorry.”

She breathed deep. “I’m sorry too. I know you weren’t tryin’ to force my hand, just lookin’ for support-“

He shook his head. “Ain’t no reason to apologize. I saw that look on your face every time I blinked while I was out there. Probably see it in my sleep tonight.”

She rubbed at her forehead and his hand shifted, massaging at the back of her neck. Stepping fully against him, she pressed her face into his chest.

“And y’gotta know that everyone down there loves the shit outta ya. You’re their family, too.”

She shrugged. “I’m convenient.”

He wrapped himself around her, shaking his head into her hair.

“Ain’t nuthin’ convenient ‘bout you, woman.”

She was silent for a spell and Daryl wanted to knock his own teeth in when she started shaking against him.

He pushed her lightly away only to realize she was laughing.

“I don’t know if that was a compliment or not.”

He shrugged and she reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes. He knocked his forehead against hers.

“Let’s go back.”

She nodded and leaned over to pick up her rifle.

“I am sorry.”

She looked up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You are forgiven.”

**

She set her cleaning kits down and set to cleaning the group’s cache of weaponry. She was breaking down a pistol when she saw Merle sit down across from her.

“Spitfire-”

She didn’t look at him. “Daryl calls me that. No one else.”

“Now, now…” He hummed. “Y’still angry with me?”

“Yeah.” She fed a barrel brush through the pistol’s barrel with staccato movements that bordered on violent. She glanced at Merle. “How’d ya know?”

He seemed to hesitate. She smiled sharply. “You rememberin’ the day you met me?”

He made a face, shaking his head. “No… no, I just think that… seein’ as you’re with m’brother and I’m not leavin’ him any time soon, we should come to some sorta agreement.”

“Like what?” She set down the barrel with an echoing click.

“Like you stay outta m’way, I stay outta yours.”

She grinned. “You in my way right now, though.” She reassembled the gun and reached for another one. She checked the clip and pulled back the slider. Catching his eye and holding it, she test-fired the empty weapon, pointing it at the ground.

He shifted. “How so?”

“This is my home, these people are my family, your brother is my partner. Anythin’ or anyone who thinks t’get between me n’them is in my way.”

He held up his hands. “I ain’t tryin’ to get in between you n’my brother.”

“Coulda fooled me.” She broke down the gun, maintaining eye contact. “Daryl told me what y’all talked about while you were out there. I know you care for him, I do, but your way of caring fuckin’ sucks.”

He nodded vaguely, rubbing a hand over his neck.

“Daryl is not the same little brother you knew a year ago.” She cleaned the barrel. “He has grown and changed. He’s stronger, more confident, happier. And I’ll be damned if you ruin it, if you start breakin’ him down the way your father broke you two down. Makin’ him doubt himself, doubt his decisions.”

Merle sighed. “So how do we do this? Can’t imagine you wanna be at odds until the end of time.”

“You can start by treating Daryl with some respect. Treat him like a man, not some broken, little boy you can boss around.”

He nodded.

“And you can stop bein’ an asshole.” She grinned. “Tall ask, I know, but stop antagonizing people for no good reason.”

He winced comically. “You don’t ask a lot, do’ya, Lil Bit?”

“Nothin’ a big, strong, tough man like yourself can’t handle.”

**

“Must not have been many walkers.”

Andrea looked up at her and shook her head. “Daryl and Martinez are comparing dicks.”

“Ah…” Mitzi chuckled. “Men, amiright?”

“You would think that with the end of the world, people would shake some old habits.”

“That ain’t ever gonna change, hun. I think it’s ingrained in them. In us too… though it looks different.”

Andrea considered her quietly. “What looks different?”

“Competition. I think it’s instinctual. Keeps the whole race goin’ forward.”

“Maybe so.”

“Speakin’ of men…” Mitzi sighed and sat on the bench next to Andrea. “You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Andrea sucked in a breath, gearing up for an argument.

“I’m teasing, chill. You obviously didn’t know he was bat-shit.” Mitzi grinned. “Though I would think someone as smart as you would be better at seeing the signs, it’s still not your fault.”

Andrea nodded. “Thank you for that. I’m having a hard time remembering that it’s not my fault.”

Mitzi sighed. “That’s hard to do sometimes.”

“Michonne knew. She tried to tell me.” Andrea rubbed a hand over her face.

“She seems like a very intuitive person. Why didn’t you listen?”

“I…” Andrea stuttered. “I was tired. I wanted what he offered. The safety, the rest.”

“He preyed on your weaknesses.” Mitzi nodded. “I knew someone like him when I was in the military. Charming suma’bitch but I could smell crazy on ‘em.”

“Did you ever date him?”

Mitzi barked out a laugh. “Nah, he wouldn’t a’wanted me. Being heavily tattooed and mouthy is usually a pretty good deterrent for his type.” She fiddled with her scope. “He went after this pretty little Air Force liaison.”

Andrea hummed. “What happened?”

“She was married. He got her pregnant while on tour, when her husband couldn’t have. Pretended like he didn’t know she was married. Had connections that kept him outta hot water. They prosecuted her for adultery.”

Andrea looked uncomfortable. “I didn’t know there were laws like that still on the books.”

“Military does what it wants.”

“Do you know what happened after that?”

Mitzi sighed. “Nope. Had to keep my nose outta it. Woulda killed him.”

They were silent for a while, until Daryl and Martinez returned, the former holding out a fresh cigarette to her.

She smiled up at him, accepting his chaste kiss. “Thank you, baby.”

Nodding, he eyed them and lit the cigarette for her, moving back towards the door to check the perimeter.

Mitzi turned her head to blow the smoke away from Andrea. “He’s gonna kill ya, y’know that right?”

Andrea shook her head. “Phillip wouldn’t-“

“Don’t be dumb.” Mitzi caught her eyes. “Phillip is gonna do whatever it takes to get whatever it is he wants.”

Andrea sighed heavily. “Carol told me to kill him after sleeping with him.”

“A little Black Widow action.” Mitzi nodded. “Not a bad idea.”

“I don’t know if I can… do that.”

The doors started opening and Mitzi nodded at Daryl, standing up. “Better figure it out, princess. Clock’s a’tickin’.”

**

They entered into the carnage with quick, quiet steps, dispatching walkers here and there as quietly as they could.

She turned to check their blind spot, stepping backwards and nearly running into Daryl’s back when he pulled up short.

Looking around him, she bit at her lip. Merle’s corpse lifted his head.

His shoulders started to shake and she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He sucked a deep breath in as Merle’s corpse stood, still chewing on the man laying on the ground beneath him.

He passed her his crossbow and pulled his knife, starting to sob in earnest. Shouldering her rifle, she wrapped her arms around the crossbow.

Daryl knocked Merle’s corpse back, the walker immediately coming back again. Merle snarled as Daryl stabbed him in the shoulder, using the knife to gain control of the bigger body. He shoved the walker over and followed it down, stabbing the knife into its head and chest repeatedly.

She stayed silent, allowing him to vent his grief and frustration without comment or judgment. She kept an eye on the other walkers, hand on her knife in case one of them caught wind of their presence.

Body racked with heavy sobs, he stayed hunched over Merle’s body. After a few moments, she walked over and squeezed his shoulder.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get him in the barn. Can’t bury him but we can at least get him out of the sun.”

Daryl pulled his bandana out of his pocket and wiped his face. He nodded and stood, taking his bow back from her and throwing the shoulder strap over his shoulder. Together, they dragged Merle’s body into the barn.

Once they cleared the room of any potential threat, Mitzi knelt to arrange his body respectfully and ensure that his eyes were closed.

“Bye, Merle.”

She looked up at him and he nodded, blinking away tears. He reached over and tapped at Merle’s chest. He turned and she followed him out.

They left and were silent for a long while as they worked their way back to the prison.

“I’m glad ya came with me.” Daryl breathed deep. “You didn’t hafta.”

She nodded and reached over to squeeze his side. “Course I did. You’re my man. Not gonna let you do that by yourself.”

Daryl leaned over briefly to kiss her head, muttering something into her hair.

She wrapped her arm around his waist. “What was that?”

He shook his head. “You ain’t gonna wanna hear it.”

She made a face at him. “You don’t know that.”

He muttered something under his breath, turning away from her to check the horizon.

“D, say it to my fuckin’ face.” She smiled, taking the sting out of her words.

He sucked in a breath and turned back. “Love ya.” He cleared his throat. “I love you.”

She gaped at him.

Daryl looked uncomfortable, making to move ahead. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

“Caught me off guard, s’all.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”

Part 5

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[joshlmbrt]

i am in the middle of a charlie walker brainrot so. hear me out on this req. what if he had the biggest crush on the reader, like writing all his thoughts about reader in a diary or something. and reader finds the diary. you can decide the rest

charlie walker brainrot you say? (i am as well). thank you for this request!! sorry it took so long! i hope i do it justice! <3 w; fem!reader - anyone can read though, i barely use descriptions :) (you can change the pronouns to your liking!) fluffy!

the door flies open, causing your brows to lift slightly and charlie’s hair to jostle at the movement.

“did you forget i was coming?”

“what? no, no. of course not. i-i was just - uh - i was finishing up on homework.”

wrong.

he was writing in his journal about how you looked today and how he could barely even speak. he’d gotten every answer wrong when called on because he was only thinking about you.

“mhm,” your left brow stays slightly lifted as you give an accusatory up and down causing him to shift on his legs. “so… are we gonna watch those cheesy horror movies you picked out? or do you want me to just stand on your doorstep?”

he thinks you’re serious or upset with him, but he notices the teasing smile that makes its way onto your face. “no. sorry. come in,” he walks away. “i’ll get started on popping some popcorn and getting some other snacks. any drinks?”

“cherry coke?” you’re already halfway up the steps, stopping just to peek into the kitchen over the railing.

“of course.” he nods, watching you disappear up the steps. he lets out a little sigh, tossing the unpopped kernels into the microwave, pressing 2, the smell of butter filling his nose.

meanwhile, you make yourself comfortable on his flannel sheets, rolling onto your stomach and grabbing the tapes on his nightstand he had rented for your movie night, a journal falling to the ground.

‘DO NOT OPEN’ was written with black ink, several lines going over the lettering which makes it look slightly indented.

your brows lift, head tilting as you pick it up from the ground. your eyes cast a look towards the door you’d kept slightly open, before looking back towards the journal that you’re clearly not gonna look in.

you chew at the inside of your cheek, letting out a dejected sigh. “sorry, charlie…” he shouldve had a locked diary at least.

your interest was piqued when you noticed a little doodle on the first page. charlie was quiet about his talents - writing? wonderful. small drawings or doodles? believe it or not, he was great at them.

your fingers run over the doodle of yourself, a small smile pulling at your lips. you slowly turn the page and read the date before the chicken scrawl that was charlie walker’s handwriting.

‘it’s infuriating really - how she doesn’t know. about how i crave the affection she can give me, yet i still run from it. it’s not her fault really, she didn’t decide to be a loveable creature with pretty eyes and-‘

the journal is yanked from your hands, your eyes wide as you stare at charile who’s face is red and eyes turned down in embarrassment.

“can’t you read?” he points to the front.

“i definitely can…” you nod. “i… did you mean those things?”

he lets his shoulders slump and allows himself to sit next to you because this is probably the last time you’d want to be around a creep like him.

nothing he wrote or drew is remotely something an actual creep would do - yet he can’t help but think about how disgusted you might feel.

“yeah,” he shrugs. “for…for awhile - i think?” he never looks up once and you wish he would so you can look at him. “i…im sorry. i know you probably don’t like the way i wrote about you or-or-”

“charlie…” your hand reaches for his. he finally looks up, hesitating and pursing his plush red lips. you smile softly, your thumb moving along his knuckles as you scoot closer. “can i… kiss you?”

his brain short circuits and his lips part, brows lifting slightly at the words because he wasn’t expecting you to say that. “i…uh, yeah. sure. why not?”

you smile at his stumbled on words, leaning closer, eyes fluttering close as your lips brush against his. it’s hesitant because it’s still so new. his lips press against yours finally, hand reaching up and cupping your cheek with more sure movements.

he sucks in a deep breath, tilting his head and your head the way he wants to go, thumb pressing into the soft skin of your flushed cheek. you smile against his lips, pulling away slowly and resting your forehead against his.

“does…that mean you like me too?”

you laugh softly, your own hands lifting and tucking his hair behind his ears before holding his cheeks and rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. “i believe it does, walker.”

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Polaroids: Part 2

Summary: Negan takes a liking to you after finding Daryls wallet containing nude polaroids.

Word count: 2551

Character(s): Negan

Reader: Female Reader

Warning(s): None / 🌕🌑 

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A few weeks had passed since that day in your home and Negan had turned up three more times but every time you’d managed to avoid him like the plague. You always made sure to stay out of the way, even going as far as walking to the opposite end of Alexandria and hiding behind one of the houses or ‘suddenly’ needing to go on a run for some urgent things.

Rick and Daryl had noticed the shift in your behaviour and did anything they could to help you avoid Negan despite not knowing what really happened between the pair of you. Today was no exception, Negan was due and Daryl decided to take you out on a run for supplies so you didn’t have to see him.

You travelled further then you needed to but Daryl insisted on widening your search into uncharted territory just incase you happened to hit a gold mine of supplies that you could scavenge. Pulling outside a row of stores you climbed out of the car after scanning your surroundings for any walkers or people and grabbed your gun and knife from the footwell and your bag from the back seat.

“Looks like we still have a few hours of daylight left, might as well take our time before we need to go back.” Daryl said as he followed you to the front of the first store in the line.

Peeking through the window you could see that it was a clothes shop that had barely been looted. “I’m gonna head in here first, need some more clothes and might as well get what I can for the rest of the group. I know the world has ended but I’m sick of wearing the same clothes everyday.” You say and Daryl nods.

“I’ll check next door. Shout if you need me.” He says and walks to the Pharmacy next-door. Pushing the door open you step inside the store and hiss when the bell above the door rings, keeping still you wait for a few seconds until you decide that there is no threat and holster your weapon. Scanning the nearby racks you grab a few t-shirts and tank tops for yourself since the weather was beginning to get warmer and stuff them into your bag.

Moving through the store you filled your bag with clothes you needed until finally you reached the lingerie section. You grabbed a few new bras in your size that were most comfortable fit and then stepped to the underwear and checked through the different types. Picking up a pack of thongs you chuckled to yourself trying to remember the last time you ever actually wore a pair.

“You finished in here yet?” Daryl speaks making you jump.

“Yeah, just need to grab some clothes for the people back home and then I'm done in here.” You say shoving a few pairs of different underwear unto your bag and zipping it up. Grabbing a few bags from behind the counter you and Daryl hastily shoved some clothes of different sizes into the bags and loaded them into the boot of the car next to a bag that Daryl had filled with some medical supplies from the Pharmacy.

“We should search that grocery store, there should be a lot of food left if the rest of these stores have been untouched.” Approaching the store you both check around to make sure that you’re still alone before entering. You cover your nose and mouth as the smell of rotten food hits you. “Guess there won't be any fresh food.” You say and Daryl hums. “Don’t think anywhere has fresh food anymore, gotta grow it ourselves.” He adds.

The shelves are mostly full of foods, you can tell that some people were clearly panic buying when the first broadcast came through about the outbreak but there was still a lot of things remaining. When you finished filling your bag you sat on the edge of the counter, swinging your legs and picking at a tare in your jeans as you watch Daryl stuffing tins of food into a bag.

Standing up Daryl kicks the bag over to yours and moves to stand between your legs, instantly you wrap your arms around his neck as your lips meet and his hands rest on your waist. Pulling away from your lips Daryl sighs and rests his forehead against yours. “Me n’ Rick are worried about you. You’ve been different ever since Negan came to see you. What happened?.”

“Daryl.” You sigh. “He was the one who found your wallet, and like anyone would do he looked inside and found the polaroids. He didn’t know it was yours but recognised me so wanted to tell me that I was lucky it was him who found it and nobody else. Then he left.”

“You sure that’s all that happened?”

“Daryl please I-shit.” You cut yourself off when you notice a few stray walkers coming into the store. Daryl steps back and grabs his crossbow raising it ready to shoot but you stop him after noticing that it was a huge crowd instead of a few strays.

“Don’t waste your ammo, we need to get upstairs before they see us.” Grabbing Daryl's bag you throw it to him and grab your own as you both run to the back of the store and through the stairway door. Running up the stairs behind Daryl you managed to avoid tripping up as you burst through the door to what appeared to be an office.

Without saying a word you and Daryl worked in unison to barricade the door with the heaviest pieces of furniture that you could move as well as sliding the flimsy and useless chain across to keep it in place.

“We should be safe up here for a few hours until they move out of the store, then we can make a run for the car and get out of here.” You say gazing through a slit in the blinds at the crowd of walkers that were pacing around on the street outside. Daryl had his ear pressed to the barricaded door. “They didn’t see us, can’t hear em coming upstairs so we’re good.”

You step away from the window and look around the room to make sure that there was one door in and out. It was only a small office, there was a desk in the centre of the room that had now been shoved against the door with a chair and a filing cabinet, and a couch that you had been unable to move pushes against one of the walls.

Daryl walks to the couch and throws himself down on it and you join him sitting by his side. As the sun faded and the moon rose the sound of groaning walkers in the store below and on the street didn’t diminish. You both took it in shifts during the night keeping watch whilst the other slept but as you try tried to figure out an escape route Negan was pacing back and forth in his bedroom at the Sanctuary.

The leader of the saviours was livid. It had been weeks since he had seen you and every single time he went to Alexandria you were either nowhere to be found or out on a run with your fuck-buddy Daryl. Negan hadn’t been able to sleep properly since your last encounter and the lewd photos he had tucked away in the top drawer of his bedside table did nothing to ease the sickly feeling of not seeing you.

Countless times he’d stormed away from Alexandria just to return to his bed and angrily fist his cock whilst looking at the polaroids he’d taken of you and more than once he’d pretended that it was you he was balls deep in instead of his wives. You were the only thing on his mind 24/7, even fighting walkers had taken a back seat as a few times he’s been distracted and almost bit before one of his men stepped in.

Negan decided whilst in bed that night that he was going to see you tomorrow regardless of whether you wanted him to or not, and if you were on a run then he would simply wait until you got back. You were done avoiding him.

You woke, slumped against the wall as your forehead burnt from the sun that was shining through the window down at you, jumping up you look to the couch to see Daryl led on his side and snoring. Peeking through the curtain of the window you see that the street is empty and you can no longer hear the sounds of groaning from multiple walkers.

“Daryl come on.” You tap his shoulder and he jolts awake. “I can’t hear them anymore we need to leave.”

He nods and forces himself off the hard couch. You both work to move the furniture from in front of the door and grab your bags throwing them over your shoulders. Making a quick break through the store Daryl slips in a pile of blood and lands awkwardly on his arm making him swear in pain and draw a few walkers over “Leave the bags we can come back for them.” You shout grabbing him by his uninjured arm, Daryl stands and drops the bag from his throbbing shoulder and takes his knife out stabbing a nearing walker in the eye as you reach the car. You open the door for him and Daryl quickly climbs in and watches as you take down another walker and get into the drivers side.

Starting the engine you waste no time in pealing out of there and as you look through your rearview mirror you see a crowd of walkers leaving the stores and walking in your direction. The crowd fades as you change gear and speed up back down the long road to your compound.

“Thanks for helping me.” He nervously chews on one of his nails.

“I wouldn’t just leave you Daryl. I’m not a monster.”

Driving up to Alexandria the gates are opened for you and it takes a second or so before you see a familiar truck parked near the entrance. Under the midday sun you can see Negan leaning against the truck with his arms crossed as he speaks to Rick but soon his attention is pulled away as you and Daryl pull into the compound and park.

“You alright?” Daryl asks, noticing how you frowned when you saw Negan.

Nodding your head you reply. “Yeah I’m fine. How’s your arm?”

“Hurtin’, think I’ve got some spare painkillers.”He replies climbing out of the car, as Rick approaches the two of you his face drops slightly when he sees Daryl wincing and the pair of you sprayed with blood. “What happened?” He asks.

“Store we were at got overrun with walkers, we had to stay there until the crowd thinned down enough for us to make a run to the car.” Daryl responded. “Killed a couple on the way out but managed to bust my arm up real good.

You grabbed your bag from the back seat of the car and throw it over your shoulder. “We got some bags in the back full of clothes and medical supplies, only as much as we could fill up but we dropped the bags of food we had trying to get out.”

“We’ll sort that out later, I’m glad to have you both back in one piece.”

“Why’s he here?” You ask as Negan begins to approach.

“What, am I not allowed to drop in and see my favourite group?” He says with his token smirk. “Ya’ll intrigue me so I’ve come to watch how you work. My men could do with a few tips and I wanna help them with that.”

“Fantastic.” You mumble. Rick and Carl work to unload the boot of the car whilst Daryl returns to his home to deal with his arm and you turn to head to your house so you can unpack your bag.

Unfortunately for you the sound of another set of footsteps behind you put you on edge, turning round when you get to your front door your suspicions are confirmed when Negan walks up to the porch behind you. “You been avoiding me Princess?” He speaks but you still don’t acknowledge him . “Oh come on now don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy.”

“Sorry Y/N.” Rick interrupts as he joins you and Negan at your front door. “I know you’ve just got back but I wanna gonna go over the routes for the runs tomorrow, can you show me where you went yesterday.” Rick says shifting nervously as he avoids Negans glare.

“Sure, come in.” You walk through the door and hold it open so Rick and Negan can walk in, shutting it behind the leader of the Saviours you take your shoes off and walk to the living room.

Dropping your bag to the floor you remove the map from one of the side pockets and work on unfolding it on the coffee table as Rick and Negan take a seat on your couch in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see Negan sitting in the same spot as last time, catching his eyes Negan winks at you as he places hit bat next to him.

Your map had been marked with multiple different coloured dots indications places searched and areas to stay away from. Tracing your finger from the green dot that marked Alexandria you followed the route that you took trying to remember any turns along the way until you reach an unmarked cluster of stores on the map.

Adding a red dot to the map you speak. “I think it’s around about here, I’ll recognise the route once I’m out on the road. The herd should have moved on by now so I'll be able to go back there in the morning and retrieve the bags we dropped and maybe pack a few more too if I get chance.”

“Y/N you barely got out and Daryl busted his arm.”

“We need the supplies Rick. It would be better for us to completely gut the place before anyone else finds it, the rest of you can go out as a group to a different location and I’ll go back to those stores since I know the layout. The less people that go the more bags I can fill and put in my car.”

“I’ll go with you.” Negan adds with a stern face making you and Rick look at him. “Can't be sending people out on their own, especially the valuable ones.”

“You alright with that Y/N?” Rick asks still unsure of Negan intentions but not wanting to upset him.

“Yeah, better having backup just incase it goes sour.”

Standing up from the couch Negan makes you jump as he claps his hands together. “Well alrighty then. I better go back and tell my men so they don’t come stormin’ this place. I’ll see you tomorrow morning doll.” He smiles and winks at you again. Rick escorts Negan out of your house and as you peer through your curtains you watch as he drives off.

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Maddy’s Favorite TMNT Films Ranked!

It’s my birthday!!! I’m officially 25, which makes me shudder cuz I’m in my quarter life crisis now. REGARDLESS! Since it’s the day of my birth I thought it right to do something special!!

And that’s rank ALL the TMNT movies from my least favorite to my all-time faves!

I’m honored you all enjoyed my silly episode ranking, it was tons of fun to do and I loved writing it!! Chatting about these turtles has been nothing but fun and brings me tons of comfort, so I’m happy to do one of these again! I just pray my opinions aren’t too controversial 🤣🤣

Ten movies, all about four teenage mutant ninja turtles. One nerd to review these. This’ll be fun!!

Let’s kick some shell! 💜💜💜

Some criteria!

These are just my thoughts on the films! I’m not the end all, be all of what movie is THE BEST or THE WORST. If you like a movie that may have ranked lower, that’s awesome!! Let’s all share our opinions on them and have a fun time!

Straight to DVD films are included in this lineup!

The live concerts and We Wish You a Turtles Christmas are not allowed cuz those are fever dreams 🤣

I’ll be doing a classic ranking system from the bottom all the way to the top!

SPOILERS BEWARE! … AGAIN 🤣🤣 and some slight swearing, I may have gotten excited while writing this 🤣🤣🤣

Let’s begin!

10: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3 ( 1993 )

My Score: 2 out of 10.

This movie is a fever dream and I can’t be convinced otherwise 🤣

I mean, can you blame me? This was made in a last ditch effort to get Turtlemania back in the mainstream just as it began to die down… and this was a BAD way to win fans back.

From the terrible comedy to the worst TMNT villain in the franchise to grace the silver screen in the form of Walker. Don’t even get me started on the god awful turtle costumes this time around because… dear lord, they’re nightmare fuel. If I saw these guys in an alley I’d run for the hills! They’re downright grotesque to look at! All the characters are either whiny, boring, or unlikable. I have nothing but respect to the voice actors of Leonardo and Michelangelo for sticking it through all three of the classic movies, despite the terrible script they had to work with in this installment. I also feel awful for Elias Koteas, who got the short end of the hockey stick— see what I did there? I’ll see myself out 😂— after ALL the grief Karen’s made him deal with after the first movie, getting booted from the sequel as a result of their nagging, only to be brought back to this mess. And what was with the ancestor-but-maybe-not-but-wait-he-might-be guy that Koteas was also playing??? His character made ZERO sense!

And that Splinter puppet???? THAT THING IS UGLY.

I would never watch this one again unless it was for memes. “What did you expect, maybe the Addams family?!”

No, but I expected a better script than this BS.

9: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out Of The Shadows ( 2016 )

My Score: 3.4 out of 10

This may be a tighter script and a slightly more coherent plot, but DAMN, I can’t bare to watch this one for more than ten minutes on a good day.

First of all, Leonardo in this one is downright terrible and a bad leader. I’m STUNNED he never gets reprimanded by his Sensei for his nasty treatment of his brothers— telling Donnie to LIE TO HIS FAMILY ABOUT THE OOZE????? That’s out of character! Belittling Raph with that whole ‘There’s only one vote that counts’ line???? And putting the blame on him and Mikey for the police station fiasco?! He comes off as a bully!!

The plot is somewhat stronger than the first but it’s just taking elements from the Marvel movies, such as the hole in the sky like The Avengers. Shoving needless fan service in our faces as if to say ‘SEE??? WE LEARNED FROM THE FIRST ONE, WE HEARD YOU, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED RIGHT?! LOOK! THERE’S A FROZEN NEUTRINO ON KRANG’S SHIP!’ Sorry, but this ain’t the Sonic movie, it isn’t going to work unless you actually respect the material you’re adapting! Like with the Sonic movie! They fixed Sonic’s look because of fan demand, and they actually respected their advise! Here though? It’s like they’re just throwing it in our faces just to spite us. It’s not coming from a place of love. Casey Jones in this film is a joke— what a waste to this iconic character to turn him from a badass vigilante into a whining baby vying for April’s affection. Bebop and Rocksteady are annoying as hell. Stockman sucks. Karai is a nothing sandwich. Shredder barely does ANYTHING. And Krang??? EW. Just… ew.

But for all my ranting this far, I do have some positives from this one— April actually gets to have a playful personality which is fun! Once again the turtles are the highlight. Their designs this time around are great!! Less accessories but it allows for more room to show the guys’ fighting abilities and the accessories they do have is there as an added bonus, not to clutter their look! I feel like this was Donnie and Raph’s movie more than anything! The amount of attention they get in this film alone shows that there were writers who loved these guys and treated them with respect! That scene where Donnie single-handedly TOOK CONTROL OF A CRASHING AIRPLANE USING HIS BO AS THE STEERING?! THAT WAS SICK!!! And Raph once again is an absolute BEAST in battle! The motion capture artists are phenomenal as the titular man characters, they all had great chemistry together! I just feel awful that they had to be treated so badly behind the scenes…

It’s not a great movie, and even with the few redeeming factors it still makes me irritated.

8: Turtles Forever ( 2009 )

My Score: 3.5 out of 10

PLEASE DON’T HATE ME 🤣

Remember what I said about us not getting a proper crossover until Ciro Nieli adapted the 1987 turtles into the show?

Yeeeeeah. This one was NOT it. And this was supposed to be the 25th anniversary movie???

For some reason, ALL the ‘03 turtles are so bitter and mean to the 87 counterparts. They’re putting them down at every instance where combat or character bonding is involved, which is ridiculous. ‘03 Donnie WOULD NEVER be so nonchalant about meeting another version of himself— and why does he constantly put down ‘87 Donatello for his inventions??? They should be hyping each other up and talking techno babble! Why is Splinter the only likable person in the whole movie?! Why did they change April and Casey’s designs to look like random anime characters?! ( NOTE: I know they changed them to match the 2007 film at the time, I’m just being funny )

I already can’t stand the ‘03 version of Shredder but DAMN, they’re making him out to be the most amazing version of him out there. It’s like the writers behind this movie are ragging ‘87 Shredder— WHY DID THEY MAKE HIM A HAPLESS IDIOT?! They gave ‘87 Shredder so much disrespect! In the original cartoon, while he could be used for laughs, he was also taken seriously and seen as a very real threat. He was no slouch whatsoever either, he easily took the turtles out in one episode in season two! The only ones who actually stayed ‘in character’ were Bebop and Rocksteady! It’s like this movie is tearing down what made the OG series fun and iconic to build the ‘03 turtles up to be THE greatest team. I just wanted these two teams to be working together and learning from one another in their own ways! Like, imagine a scene where ‘87 Raphael teaches ‘03 Raph to rip the fourth wall! Or ‘03 Mike and ‘87 Mikey showing each other their own nunchuck tricks! You know? ACTUAL BONDING????

And yes, the OG voice actors were swapped cuz of union disputes by 4Kids. The only one that sounds kind of like his original voice was the guy playing ‘87 Raph. Otherwise? They all sound pretty bad. It actually made me cringe the first time I got around to hearing them, I did NOT get used to them.

I understand there’s an extended cut out there that addresses some of the issues that were cut for time, but unfortunately we don’t have that version to go off of, so I’m left with this.

All I have to say is, THANK YOU CIRO NIELI!!!

7: TMNT ( 2007 )

My Score: 6 out of 10

No this was not intentional 🤣🤣🤣

We’re nearing the halfway point and we’ve reached the TMNT movie I saw as a kid! Fun fact, this movie came out after my birthday and I BEGGED my dad to take me to see it. So as a birthday treat he took me and my brother to see it opening day! Not only was this my introduction to the turtles, but it made eight year old me curious about the series!

Is it as good as I remember?

Well… no, but it’s not bad!

I’ll admit, the plot is kinda slapdash and nonsensical. Like… I know, I know, this is a franchise about teenage turtles who learn ninjutsu and fight a man dressed like a cheese grater. But even for me this story is out there. Why do the Stone Generals have no personality or defining traits other than the weapons they use? Why is Winters so generic? The concept of an immortal general searching for thousands of years for the lost monsters to atone for his terrible mistakes is cool, just not for this franchise if that makes sense. Also this movie doesn’t seem to wanna give Donnie or Mikey any agency; they’re mainly in the background doing comedic stuff or off on the wayside with nothing to do whilst Leo and Raph are pushed into the spotlight. For a story centered around bringing a fractured family back together we don’t get to see how Mikey or Donnie have been handling Leo’s absence during his time spent in Costa Rica.

Yet through this muddy plot we have some of the most iconic/ memorable moments in this franchise! Raph being the Nightwatcher— which is coming back in the comics soon!, Donnie’s tech support meme, THE LEO VS RAPH FIGHT ON THE ROOFTOPS WHICH STILL LOOKS FREAKIN AMAZING TO THIS DAY???? Seriously, Imagi Studios had such an incredible future ahead of them, it’s a shame they went bankrupt! Some of my favorite actions moments in this movie are towards the end where the family is in Winters’ compound and we’re treated to a one-take camera pan of them brawling through a slew of Foot ninja!

And the voice cast here is great!!! Nolan North as Raph??? James Arnold Taylor as Leo?! CHRIS EVANS AS CASEY?! AND MOTHER FING MAKO, AKA UNCLE IROH HIMSELF AS SPLINTER?! It’s a great ensemble!!! Everyone here clearly gave it their all, they should all be praised for this!!

You can tell there was a ton of attention to detail put into this one, and that the people behind it had tons of fun animating it. We could have had a really cool film series on our hands had the studio not fallen under. Otherwise, I still enjoy watching this purely for nostalgia purposes!

6: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: Secret of the Ooze ( 1991 )

My Score: 6.9 out of 10

For a movie made right after the first to cash in on the Turtlemania high, I gotta say, this one’s really fun!

It’s not without flaws though; Karen’s gotta ruin the fun once again and the tone was dragged WAAAAAAY down to take away the darker themes from the previous film cuz they thought children couldn’t handle any action that was too violent. Karen’s also took Mikey’s nunchucks away and got rid of Casey. The story is goofier and doesn’t allow for any space for these characters to breathe or emote past being lighthearted and funny. April isn’t as down to earth since Judith Hoag was replaced, Casey Jones is sorely missed in this story, Tokka and Razar are just dumb, bumbling monsters made to replace Bebop and Rocksteady. Professor Perry is obviously supposed to be Stockman, and the Shredder doesn’t truly engage with the turtles until the end of the movie. The Super Shredder was just a missed opportunity! The turtles don’t get to use their weapons at all except for Donnie cuz he uses a giant stick.

The positives outweigh all of that though! As always the turtles are fun and lovable, the new voice for Donnie is awesome, we get some great comedy spliced throughout the film, the Go Ninja dance sequence is so memorable that to this day people are still bringing it up! And I’d be remiss if I didn’t bring up the introduction to Keno, played by Ernie Ryes Jr., the stunt double of Donatello in the first film!! Keno is a GREAT addition to this cast! I adored his quips and the action stunts he pulls off are thrilling! I honestly think he’d be an awesome character to keep bringing back in new projects! COUGH MUTANT MATHEM SHOW COUGH. I wish he was in more stuff cuz he really is a fun addition to the roster! I even had the opportunity to meet Ernie Ryes Jr. this last summer with a friend of mine, and he was SO nice and SO chill! He was so excited to meet fans who were talking about TMNT, and when I told him how much the franchise meant to me, he gave me a hug and took a pic with me!!! He was such a great guy!!!

I can always go back to this one and smile throughout the movie! Also, GO NINJA GO NINJA GO—

ONTO THE TOP FIVE!! From here on out these are the movies I can rewatch over and over and never grow tired of viewing them!! So let’s get this party started!!

5: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ( 2014 ) ⭐️

My Score: 7.8 out of 10

Say what you will, but I love the first movie more than the sequel 🤣

I love this movie, it’s a ton of fun and the action is truly a spectacle! I feel like I had more fun with this first movie than it’s sequel because, firstly, the plot is quick and engaging. Sure, there are some issues, but I can forgive it because…

This movie IS JUST FUN.

I know this is gonna be a controversial opinion but I really like the first movie over the sequel! I really liked April! I’m of the opinion that Megan Fox can be a decent actress if she’s given the right script, and in this movie, despite the fact she might not have the most compelling arc, she’s still a good interpretation of the spunky reporter we all love! Will Arnet is also pretty funny as Vern! I still think Sacks should have been Stockman instead of Shredder. Making that swap has no integral change to the plot and it would have made more sense. Like… why not keep the mad scientist character as the already established mad scientist? The origin change inspired by the IDW comics may be jarring but I didn’t mind it! It’s just a different iteration of their upbringing but it still remains true to the turtles themselves!

The motion capture technology for the turtles is jaw dropping. I mean it. It feels like Megan Fox is making direct eye contact with these giant mutants, they’re interacting with the scene and characters, when they engage people in combat you FEEL those blows and believe they’re actually beating the snot out of these thugs.

But by far, the turtles are the biggest highlight of this movie. They’re tons of fun to watch and their banter and chemistry is great!

Do they have tons of needless accessories? Yeah

Do they look cluttered? Yeah

But does that take from their personality? NO

Donnie IS A CINNAROLL AND MUST BE CHERISHED. I feel his own techy gadgets and gear adds to his introverted personality! He’s such a lovable dork and I really liked him in this one! Jeremy Howard is a perfect fit to voice/ act for him, nobody can convince me otherwise. PLUS THAT ONE MOMENT WHERE HE SMASHES HIS BO INTO A FOOT GOON’S KNEECAP????

Raph IS A FREAKIN BEAST! GOD-DAYUM, this turtle is easily the strongest incarnation of the hothead to date! Tossing shipping containers like it’s nothing, casually breaking through steel fans to create a blockade against the Foot! I might be in the minority but Alan Richardson is THE first voice I think of when I’m told to say which Raph I prefer!

Mikey is still a bit iffy for me cuz of the weird innuendo jokes, but I can see why people like him! I still think him flying around on a hoverboard skateboard is dope as hell though. And Leo is likable in this one!! He’s actually a responsible older brother who’s devoted to his family and not a selfish jerk keeping secrets from his brothers 🤣🤣😂

Plus, the emotional parts of this one hit harder than the sequel for me, especially on my first viewing. The Splinter Vs Shredder fight is intense and really REALLY well choreographed, very inventive and exciting with all the stunts Splinter pulls off. The moment where Leo and Mikey both scream for their father, the blink and you miss it line of Leo calling Splinter ‘dad’— which was improvised by Leo’s motion capture actor— and the gut-wrenching aftermath of the battle where they’re led away in chains believing their father is dead… that may have gotten me misty eyed.

The snow chase? Badass.

The climax? Pretty damn good.

That elevator scene that was entirely off script and improvised by the motion capture actors? BEST SCENE IN THE ENTIRE FILM.

Is this the best? No, but it didn’t have to be! I love this one! And I can happily say it’s the most fun I’ve had with the Bayverse turtles 🤣

4: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ( 1990 ) ⭐️

My Score: 8.9 out of 10

This is, without question, one of the most stunning displays of practical effects and costume work in any film made at this time. Henson’s Creature Workshop truly outdid themselves in this feature with their work on the turtles.

The turtles look like living, breathing creatures. They actually look as though they’re real! There a small flaws, yes, but I can look past it because the amount of detail and effort that went into these things is incredible!! The stunt actors brought the action to a whole new level in those suits! You can tell every ounce of passion was put into this, and everyone had so much faith in seeing that these turtles lifelike! Brian Tochi, Josh Pais, Corey Feldman and Robbie Rist were perfectly cast as the four mutant turtles!!!

Judith Hoag plays a phenomenal April! Fun, spunky, witty and clever! I met her last summer too and she was truly wonderful!! Such a kind woman who listened to my story and connected with me!

Whoever hired Elias Koteas as Casey needs an eternal raise. He looks like he popped out of the comic and came to life. He was perfect!!

Splinter in this movie IS A GREAT FATHER AND AN AWESOME PARENT.

Shredder gives me chills he’s so intimidating.

When this movie came out everyone went bonkers with Turtlemania fever. The critics slept on this one because this was Eastman and Laird’s comics brought to reality. Steve Barron of Take on Me fame delivered on presenting the dark and gritty nature of the turtle’s lives and how brutal the Foot truly is.

I gotta highlight that score for this film because John DuPrez??? You’re a GENIUS.

My only issue is Danny. He was just obnoxious and selfish the whole way through until the climax. Like… hope you have a couple thousand dollars left to give April instead of the 20 you stole, kid, YOU GOT HER HOUSE BURNED DOWN.

THAT FIGHT SCENE ON THE ROOFTOP IS DOPE AND FUCKING AMAZING. AND CASEY CASUALLY TURNING SHREDDER INTO CRUSHED TUNA???? WE LOVE A BASED CASEY.

I don’t know what else to say other than this is the epitome of a true 90’s classic.

3: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie ( 2022 ) 🥉

My Score: 9 out of 10

Holy. Shit.

This movie LOOKS FUCKING GORGEOUS. DISNEY WHO????? DREAMWORKS WHO???

Before I got into the fandom I found this movie through the trailer and Black Nerd Comedy’s discussion about it. On a day I was bored I turned this on.

AND THIS MADE MY JAW DROP.

I had ZERO clue this movie looked as visually pleasing as it did. I adore this film and the animation behind it. It’s so clean, so slick, the pacing is just right, the action alone made the hair on my arms stand up! I love watching the animatics and storyboards behind the action scenes of this film just to study it and marvel at how freakin talented these artists and animators are!!!!

The voice cast knocked it out of the ballpark! Ben Schwartz in particular deserves massive praise for his performance as Leo, such a dynamic range of emotion to balance out the ‘comedy guy’ to ground him in this serious situation. Plus, Sora from Kingdom Hearts is in this as Casey Jr! 🤣🤣 his character arc having to change from the carefree prankster to the leader who had to step up and save his family is a thrilling plot point we see unfold!

I loved the characters!! I loved the score!!! I loved how this film wasn’t afraid to be genuinely SCARY with the Krang.

The angst???? The whump???? THE CLIMACTIC SHOWDOWN???? CHEFS KISS!!

WHY DID I NOT DISCOVER RISE SOONER?!

I can’t help but gush over this movie of because this is top notch quality!!! I have nothing to say, this one is OP!

2: Batman Vs The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ( 2019 ) 🥈

My Score: 9.8 out of 10

I.

FUCKING.

LOVE.

THIS CROSSOVER.

Literally one of the best crossover films of all time. I adore this Hellboy art style for the film, I adore the opening intro where it’s all German-deco-Impressionism/ noir influenced and it’s all dark and covered in shadow minus the blips of color to symbolize the characters.

I adore the handling of the martial arts versus the brutal, grounded combat style of Batman! I love how the animators literally used the backgrounds to their advantage and made them pieces for the characters to use as weapons!

I adore how the turtles have such natural banter and chemistry with one another! I love how Batgirl and Donnie bond!!! I adore how everyone plays off of each other! The dialogue is fun and full of charm! I loved watching Batman and Shredder going completely off the rails on each other!

I love Donnie!!

I love Mikey!!

I love Batgirl!!

I love the subtle reference to Pink Floyd!!!

I LOVE ALL THE REFERENCES TO ALL THE DIFFERENT ITERATIONS OF TMNT HISTORY BECAUSE YOU KNOW THESE WRITERS/ STORYBOARDERS/ DIRECTORS CARED ABOUT THIS.

My only complaint? The Batman villains are underutilized, their mutant designs are bland as hell and Joker and Harley suck. But I’ve always hated those two so that’s not an issue with the film itself.

That pizza party at the end MAKES this for me. I got the comics this was adapted from, those are SOOOOO GOOD!

Nothing but high praise here. All my heart goes to this one. And this used to be my champion, until this movie blew it out of the water…

1: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem ( 2023 ) 👑

My Score: 12 out of 10

This. THIS is the quintessential TMNT film experience.

Call me biased. Call me boring. Call me basic, but THIS MOVIE SAVED ME THIS PAST SUMMER.

The teaser came out the week of my birthday last year. I couldn’t stop smiling when we got that first taste of what the animation was going to be like. It was like a feast for the eyes!

I trained myself not to watch ANYTHING past that first trailer. I had to ignore leaks and spoilers for MONTHS, I ever ignored the posters of the characters themselves because I wanted to be genuinely surprised by who was in the movie. It was like I was prepping for Endgame all over again. I got the figures to prepare for the movie, I bought early fan screening tickets in advance, I took my best friend with me to share the moment cuz there was no way I was NOT gonna have my bestie there too. I even custom tie dyed a shirt with Leo and Donnie’s colors and decked myself out in TMNT gear the day of the premier. I went into that movie bouncing in my seat.

And I left that movie smiling with joy and laughing and crying. And then I proceeded to see it THREE MORE TIMES IN THEATERS. That’s an honor only reserved for the movies that have moved me enough to cry.

The plot is simple but the twists and turns they take leaves you surprised and on the edge! The soundtracks are STELLAR, both the score and the music they used. There are plenty of Easter eggs to find on a rewatch. The jokes ALWAYS LAND! I love these weird cringy turtles and their memes 🤣🤣

The turtles are precious babies that must be protected! Leo is awkward but lovable. Donnie is a Cinnaroll. Raph is hilarious and probably needs a stress toy to calm his anger. Mikey is a joy to watch and he’s relatable! April is fun as hell, MUTANT MAYHEM SPLINTER IS A GREAT DAD AND IN MY TOP THREE BEST RAT DADS LIST. Superfly is HELLA scary, the iconic mutants they included are fun, MONDO GECKO MY BABY BOY LOOK AT HIM GO!

This voice cast is going to become iconic. Everyone from Ice Cube to Jackie Chan to Paul Rudd to the very first actual teen cast of the titular characters!!! Nicolas Cantu, Micah Abbey, Brady Noon and Sharon Brown Jr delivered excellent performances and brought these guys to life!

THIS ANIMATION IS SO UNIQUE AND COOL!!! It looks like EVERY medium was explored and used— everything from 3D to sketchy hand drawn, erratic wild outlining to claymation?! DUDE THIS IS LITERALLY SPIDERVERSE BUT FOR TMNT!!!

The MOTHER FUCKING NO DIGGITY MONTAGE ARE YOU KIDDING ME—

It was all I wanted. It was everything I wanted it to be and then some. After the shit I had to go through in 2023, it felt like a giant breath of fresh air to enjoy something I was so excited for, if only just for an hour and a half. I went straight home and showed my older sister, who was recovering at home at the time during one of her treatments, all the merch I got from the fan event and rattling off about the movie. She laughed and said ‘I’m glad you had a great time!’

Not gonna lie, I was apprehensive when I heard Seth Rogan was the one helming this project cuz his track record of movies hasn’t been the most… friendly to sit through. But, with this? I tip my hat to him! He delivered for the fans, big time.

I loved this film. It’s my favorite TMNT movie of all time. I’m totally stoked for the new series coming out this summer. All I have left to say?

COWABUNGA! 💜❤️🧡💙

TADA~! And that’s it! This took me a week to finish but I’m proud of it!! 😁 I had so much fun making this list!!!

What would you rank these movies? I’d love to know and hear your thoughts on them!! 😁

Thanks for reading!! Have a great day! 💜💜💜💜

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I think overall there’s one of two „big“ problems happening for people who have a problem with TOWL (racists and the likes aside… 🙄).

1- The misunderstanding that this was truly much more a Rick and Michonne story than a TWD one. This was not TWD S12. It was about telling the story of these 2 characters and being able to put a dot at the end (or a dot dot dot). And you’ve laid all of that out perfectly. Like yes, in TWD, Beale (& the CRM) would have been draaaaagged out. But this was much more of a Terminus approach than a Saviors one if we will…

2- TWD was never the most ..subtle show. They tended to hit the audience over the head with stuff. And I’m not sure I would go as far as calling TOWL subtle outright either (idk, didn’t think about this until right this moment lol -obviously elements of it are, sure -just as elements on TWD could be on the subtler side) but compared to TWD, it certainly is lol. And there has been a very big „media literacy“ and „basic comprehension skills“ problem happening for a minute now. And I really don’t say this to be mean or make fun of people or anything but these are just facts. Some people really struggle with getting the information when they are not being hit over the head with it, over and over and over again. After the finale I saw several posts on my tl of people wondering why this, that or the other was not addressed or how/why this, that or the other did happen… and I was utterly confused because those things they claimed were missing were very much shown? I was like, there was literally a scene dealing with all of this? And it didn’t require any reading between the lines to be honest, no subtext, it was very much the text of the scene?! So it seems like some people just didn’t get a lot of things that were happening 🫤

(BTW I don’t mean that even if someone didn’t have these specific problems with the show, they MUST love it then. Likes and dislikes etc etc. As much as I really loved the show as a whole, if I decided to put down the Richonne-colored glasses I wanted to and did watch to the show with.. I’d definitely have a few complaints lol, though still very much enjoyed the show even then)

That's definitely what happened. And to some extent, I get why, considering Rick and Michonne are 2/3 of the main show's Big Three. But when the press and promos started, and people were still talking about some Marvel-style meet-up, I was like...oh they're definitely not listening to what's being said, because it's six damn episodes, and also The Richonne story, not the Team Family jamboree. And then acting as if it's somehow 'insulting' to the rest of the characters if Rick and Michonne didn't talk about them. The man had PTSD so bad, he couldn't remember his own son's face. Why would you think it would be good time for him to pause in the middle of his wife telling him about a traumatic moment during her pregnancy to ask about anyone else? Please be fr.

I feel you on the comprehension thing, which is nothing new for this fandom. The fact that so many people legit thought Rick didn't know how to drive stick and questioned the 'realism' of it but never stopped to think that it was because he only has one damn hand. Y'all were fine with every silly ass moment that happened in the main show, that was either sheer dumb luck or handwaved away, but now we need a complete breakdown from experts on how Rick managed to fight off walkers one-handed. Now y'all want the realism, when you've been so giddy for weeks because you need one of them to die for the show to be 'interesting'.

I'm really not listening to people who need the narrative to hold their hand through everything, or need to see every piece of the plot onscreen for it to be considered 'legitimate'. (I'm officially banning the phrase 'plot armor' for the foreseeable future).

People didn't get things, because they don't take a minute to sit with the damn material anymore. From live reactions videos to live tweeting/blogging, people are just watching TV to make content and have an online moment, not for what's actually being shown. And yeah, TOWL isn't perfect, but the minor criticisms I have for it doesn't take away from the fact that it is very enjoyable and easily the best material from the TWD landscape in a long time.

(sidenote: I will say one of my favorite things from these past six weeks is everyone struggling to figure out the overall TWD timeline, lmao.)

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How would Marc and Steven help their s/o when they’ve had a bad day, like the kinda bad day where everything goes wrong.

Thank you

We're Here

MARC SPECTOR X READER , STEVEN GRANT X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : your boyfriends comfort you after you've had the worst day possible

posting two fics in a day? i'm on a roll!! yes i worked on both this and dyed hair disaster in a single day, i am very tired lol, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3

warnings : this is hurt/comfort. still fluff. but there's a lot of emotional stuff, blaming one’s self for things when you shouldn't, sad thoughts. this is still very fluffy tho no need to worry

word count : 1,497

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Today has been a very awful no good very bad day.

It started with getting up 10 minutes late for your desk job all because you'd forgotten to set up your alarm on time. Then, because you had hurried while getting ready, you'd also forgotten to bring the very important papers that you had to give to your boss to which he had yelled at you for hours and then proceeds to tell you to get out and go home. You weren't getting fired, no, your boss wasn't that cruel, but still, it was incredibly humiliating to have been scolded like that in front of all your co-workers.

But that's not where the bad day ends, oh no, that was simply just the beginning. On your sad walk back to your apartment, a car drove past a brown puddle, and you, standing on the sidewalk had become the selected victim of the splash. Nobody else had gotten hit. Just you. Not even the lady who was sitting right beside you. You didn’t even know how that was even possible but people were staring and you needed to go immediately.

So you've got disgusting mud water all over your work clothes as you continue your shameful walk, what next? You could already feel everyone's pitiful gaze boring into your back and could almost hear their thoughts every time you passed by each sorry look that they gave. You hated it.

So far, the only good thing that came out of that day was the nice old lady who had approached you and given you a bag of delicious pastries for you to eat. It lifted your mood a bit after she patted you on the back and left.

Then of course, because your luck was just so darned terrible, the moment you were finally at the front door of your apartment building, a man rushed past you and bumped into your shoulder, resulting in you falling on your ass and dropping the pastries into another puddle.

Those darned puddles.

At that point, you just didn't care anymore.

You were tired, hungry, upset, and just overall not in a good mood. So, you let out a scream into the palm of your hands, ignoring the people around the sidewalk that are most definitely staring at you right now.

After you've finished your little scream fest, you stand up and take a deep and long breath, whispering reassurances to yourself all the way back to your small studio apartment.

Everything was fine for a while.

You threw away your wasted pastries, changed into your comfy pajamas, and finally, sat down on your couch to watch the new episode of your favorite show. At least, that was the plan.

Imagine your shock when you find that the show was nowhere to be found on the site and when you looked up what happened to it, you just snapped.

The show had been discontinued.

-

That's pretty much how terrible your day has been. So now you're curled up in your blankets, crying into your phone with your boyfriend on the other line, whispering constant reassurances at you as you can hear him rushing through the crowds of the busy streets. It lightens up your mood a bit when you hear him yell at a bunch of random walkers, like you being sad over an unusually unlucky day was this big emergency.

When Marc bursts into your room, you immediately jump to your feet and into his embrace, Marc immediately wraps his arms around your waist and softly whispers into your hair. He doesn’t question you nor force you to talk. He just holds you tighter and tighter, making you feel safer as the seconds go by.

"You're okay, baby, you're okay, I'm here." He soothes, one of his hands gently patting your head as he presses multiple kisses to your forehead.

The dam that has been holding up all the emotions inside of you since the beginning of this day finally breaks and you start to fully cry into his shoulders. Everything is coming all at once and it's just too much. Your fear of getting fired by your boss, the worry of never being able to get rid of the stains on your work shirt, and the guilt of dropping those pastries that the old lady had been so kind to give to you. It’s all too much.

Marc guides you back to your bed, arms still tightly wrapped around you as he sways you back and forth to calm you down, all the while whispering comforting words into your ear.

The both of you stay like that for a while until your sobs quiet down and you can breathe slightly better now.

Suddenly, he pulls away but still keeps you at arm's length. You let out a disapproving whine at the loss of his warmth against your body, but when you look up, you notice the change in his expression and his posture.

His brows are more furrowed, his lips tightly shut and turned downwards to an upset frown. He's holding you by your forearms tightly as if holding back the urge to punch the wall next to him. It's not tight to the point of hurting though. You know Jake would never hurt you.

"Who did this to you?" He asks, the tone of his voice dangerous and threatening but you know they're not directed to you. You don't know to who the voice should be directed. Should it be for your boss who humiliated you in front of your friends and co-workers? Or maybe the driver who splashed mud all over your work clothes? Maybe the man who had pushed you and made you drop your pantries? No. You don't know because you can't blame any of them and can only blame your bad luck.

So you shake your head instead, indicating that you don't want to talk about it right now. Jake's face drops even more but he understands and opens his arms. You naturally fall into them, your back now pressed to his chest as he plays with your hair. He tells you about his day, about the different people he talked to working as a cabbie, and the criminals that he had caught. It's nice. You listen to him intently as his voice drowns out your loud thoughts.

Eventually though, after a while of hugging, your emotional breakdown starts to tire you. Your eyes are half-opened and you're yawning every few seconds. Jake chuckles at you.

"Guess it's Steven's turn to comfort you. He's always been the better cuddler after all." He says. His arms wrap around your stomach and his chin rests on your shoulder so you can turn and see his smile.

"You're all good cuddlers." You respond, a hand coming up to pat Jake's head and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

"But you won't deny that Steven's the best cuddler, huh?" You shake your head at his question with a shy smile, making him laugh a little. "I won't argue with that."

Jake holds you for a little longer before you can feel the way his posture changes, his eyes changing from the usual tense stare to Steven's often wide-eyed but still somewhat relaxed one.

"Hi, Steven." You greet him, the smile on your face lighting up even more. He smiles back at you of course and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Hi, love." He greets back.

You turn your body so that you're facing him now, and press your forehead against his. He then moves his hands to hold yours as you practice your breathing together. In and out. In and out. This is how it usually goes with Steven. A few minutes of just grounding yourselves before falling asleep.

You pull away first when you remember something important.

"Don't you have, um," You flail your hands around your face and do the motion of throwing a crescent blade, unsure of what word you should use to describe their nightly routines.

Steven laughs at your silly reenactment and shakes his head. "The old pigeon will understand. He's got a big ole soft spot for you actually." He tells you, to which your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Steven can't help but lightly pinch your cheeks.

He then lays down on your bed, pulling you with him and closer to him. His arms wrap cozily around your waist and his legs tangle themselves with yours. The position is comfy and warm but most importantly, it makes you feel safe.

Having Steven, Marc, and Jake around makes you feel so much safer now. No more worries are lingering in your head about what other things your bad luck would bring to you, no more fears of what the next day might become. All you can feel and hear right now is their heartbeat close to your ears and it's steady and calm and comforting in all the right ways.

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Candy - Chapter 3

Word count: 1191

Cassidy is at home with Joe when he receives a call from his boss inviting them to another party... August just can't let her go...

Minors DNI

Joe moans, distracted from the game he was trying to play as Cassidy wrapped her mouth around his cock between his legs. "Oh god." He rests his hand on the top of her head, glancing down to find her brown eyes on his. "Cass..."

She giggles around his cock, resting her hands on his thighs as she allowed him to guide her on him before his phone rang beside him.

He groaned, looking to see August's name on the screen as he tried to push her away. She didn't budge, grabbing his cock with her hand as she continued her work. "It's my boss!" He hisses as she only shrugs.

"Answer it," she demands, pulling his cock back into her mouth, eliciting a grunt from above her.

"Hello?" He answers gruffly, trying to control his breath.

"Joseph, how are you?"

He tensed slightly at the sound of August's stern voice on the other line. Even through the phone, August Walker was someone that commanded attention. "Sir... I'm good." He manages to stumble out as Cassidy deep throated his cock, causing him to hit the back of her throat.

Cassidy rolled her eyes at Joe calling the August 'sir' as Joe bit his lip, trying his best to keep quiet on the phone.

"Listen, the Mrs. and I are having a small New Year's Eve party at the house and we wanted to invite you. And bring your pretty girlfriend too," August insists. "What was her name? Carly?"

"Cassidy... sir," he offers, gripping her hand in his hand as he now began to push her down on him and she moaned softly around his cock.

"Cassidy, right. I'll send you an email with the details. See you next week."

Joe knew that it wasn't a question or an invitation, not really. It was a summoning. "Yes sir. Thank you!"

"Please, call me August."

"Ye—" Joe hears the line click, scoffing slightly as he tosses it onto the couch beside him. "Fuck, Cass..."

She hears him grunt, feeling his cock tighten without warning as he came in her mouth, pushing her down on him as she swallowed. She pinched his thigh when he released her.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?"

"You're supposed to tell a girl when you're about to come!"

"Sorry," he chuckled, watching her stand up, grabbing his water from the table to take a large gulp, before plopping beside him on the couch.

"So... who was that?" She asks, already knowing the answer. She grabbed the book she had been reading earlier in the day and propped herself on the edge of the couch, facing him as he pulled his shorts back on.

"August Walker," Joe answers gleefully. "He invited us to his house for a New Year's Eve party this weekend. Can you believe it?!"

"Us?" She shakes her head, looking back down at her book, a little annoyed at his excitement. "No thanks."

"No thanks?" He repeats, placing his hand on her book to push it down, forcing her to look up at him. "What the fuck do you mean, no thanks? He said you were invited to. Sort of insisted I bring you. You're coming."

"No, I'm not. I do not want to go." She slams the book on the coffee table as he scoffs.

"You have to! I just started working there and I've been invited to the boss's house! There are guys that have been there for years that have never been invited. This is a big deal. It will be an even bigger fucking deal if I don't do as he asks and bring you."

Cassidy scowled, knowing she was the only reason he was invited in the first place. "I don't want to go. I do not like him."

Joe rolls his eyes at her childishness. "We always have to deal with people we don't like. It's a part of life. Please, Cass! This affects my career and how August sees me..."

His voice softens toward the end as he lowers his brows, doing his best to look dejected as she groans. "Ugh! Fine!"

Joe grins, pulling her to him to lay kisses along her cheek, down her neck and back up as she giggled. "Thank you. It means so much, really. Especially after you said you didn't think we were ready to meet each other's families for Christmas."

She groans softly with a sigh, resting her hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm just not ready. And I don't really think a big family holiday is the right time to introduce your significant other. It can be overwhelming..."

"I know." He nods with a small smile. "It's fine. Really? When you're ready, I'll introduce you to my parents."

"Sounds good. Can I go back to reading my book now like I was before you interrupted me?"

"I interrupted you?!" He laughs, squeezing her sides as she squealed, giggling. "I was sitting here quietly playing my game."

"You're so cute when you concentrate," she teases as he laughs, shaking his head.

He places a kiss on her nose before releasing her to allow her to prop herself back up in her spot beside him. She rested her legs in his lap as she returned to reading and he returned to his game. She took a glance back at him as he played, wondering how she would manage to date him while also trying to avoid August. She wasn't even really sure yet that she wanted to avoid August. Sure he was just a client and it didn't mean anything, but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy her time with him.

August dialed another number after hanging up on Joe. He paced his office as he waited for the line to pick up. Finally, he heard the click. "Hey."

"Walker? What's up?"

"I might have a job for you."

"Who do I get to kill?" The man asks brazenly asks from the other line, making August scoff and roll his eyes.

"No one..." he stops pacing, glancing out the window with a small shrug, "well, I haven't decided yet. But you owe me."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you need Walker."

"Good, I'll be in touch." August hangs up the phone, sliding it into his pocket just as he hears his office door open behind him and his five-year-old son comes charging into the room. He turns around with a smile, scooping him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Walker... he got away from me."

August smiles at the nanny, obviously tired from chasing his son all day. "No worries, I'm done for today. Where is his mother?"

"I... I do not know, sir." She keeps her eyes drawn down, away from him. She knew he was easier to deal with when he was around his son, but she did not want to be the one to incur his wrath because of Sara.

"Right," August sighs, patting her shoulder gently. "Go home. I will get him to bed." He dismisses her with his hand as she quickly scurries away and he focuses on his son, setting him on his feet. "Go pick out a book, I'll be right there." He chuckles to himself as his son happily runs up the stairs toward his room as he follows him. 

Chapter 4 Candy

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What if...?

Synopsis: What if you had managed to save Luke from drowning in the Lake?

A/n: I'm going to start on Valentine's match up right after this I swear, I wrote this impulsively after playing The walking dead game again for like the fifth time in a row. I put my whole coffussy into this because hyper fixations are just goofy like that. I love Luke with all my heart they did my man dirty </3

This fucking sucked. You knew you shouldn’t have gone yet, you knew. Yet you decided to take the stupid risk of being eaten alive over waiting a couple hours for the corpses outside to stagger further into the woods, well fair enough for you to sneak out that is.

But you couldn’t, you were starving, you were driven by an almost inhuman hunger, an urge to devour, anything to replenish to hunger that grew deep inside of you. 

Unfortunately, you hadn’t noticed the walker that had crept up from behind you while you sat crouched in the bushes, scouting the area out as you surveyed the hobbling corpses, it had startled you so that on first instinct you had withdrawn your rifle, a shot that had immediately alerted the dead of your location, and before you knew it you found yourself sprinting through the white woods, snow crunching beneath your feet as dead seemed to appear from behind every tree swarming you like a pack of wolves. 

Your eyes wide as you tried your best to avoid their lurching limbs, swung out to trap you. The season was hard enough without the dead hanging over you, one slip up and that was it.

You had to get out of the woods, at least then you wouldn’t have to worry about a monster popping up from behind a tree trying to rip your stomach open. Your ragged breathing and the groans of the dead where all you could hear, your lungs burning, it felt as though frost had clung to the inside of your throat filling it with an icy burn.

Your legs felt like jelly as if at any moment they would fall off. You heaved, sucking in your breath as you navigated the woods, your eyes lit up as you began to see the line of trees end, with a clearing not too far. You pushed yourself forcing your body to run faster as you ran. 

As you reached the end you blotted out past the bushes and trees tripping, and landing face down in the snow as you groaned. Lifting your head up as you pushed yourself from the ground, swiping the snow from your coat.

But suddenly your attention was grabbed, just out of your line of sight you could see someone, or rather something, out on the frozen lake. Something clawed onto the ice, arising from a hole cracked in the ice. You squinted, you couldn’t tell if it was one of those things. But the way it flailed, it couldn’t be a walker.

As you watched you started to see more, you could see as you sneaked closer, remaining close to the tree line, that it was in fact a man. His skin a pale blue, teeth chattering, he was most certainly going to die, it was just a matter of whether or not hypothermia or the dead got to him first. You grimaced, a feeling of guilt welling up inside you.

You didn’t know if it was possible to save him, but you don’t know if you could just forget letting someone die, knowing you could have tried to help. You overlooked the lake, taking note of the walkers quickly approaching the man, it was now or never.

You shook your head, cursing to yourself as you ran out onto the ice hearing the cracks as you skidded across, pushing past the walker that surrounded the man. He was even worse up close, his skin almost as pale as the corpses that crowded the shores of the frozen lake. 

“Give me your hands quickly.” you demanded in a hushed tone as to not attract any more walkers to your location.

You grunted pulling the man as hard as you could, while the brunette tried assisting you in pushing himself using the ice now beneath him as he crawled out on his hands and knees.

You sighed as you offered the man a hand pulling him to his feet, as he clutched his sides, shaking violently from the cold. You drew your gun as you turned to face the dead now closely approaching. 

You turned back to the man, your eyes straying to his knee bent out and messily wrapped. 

Your eyes met his. 

“Can you run?” you asked somewhat frantically, grimacing at the question, he shook his head. You clicked your tongue trying to think how to escape, your not very well thought through rescue plan. Throwing his arm over your shoulder you handed him your gun.

“I’ll carry you, you just worry about shooting the dead.” 

You could feel the coldness of the water from his soaking wet clothes that clung to his frigid figure. He lifted a shaky arm up, shooting any lurkers that came close as you fumbled across the ice as quickly as you could.

As soon as you were back on the solid ground you took your gun back from his hand, you didn’t have many bullets and you would need to save some if you were going to make it through the woods. Walkers from across the lake slowly dragged themselves across to where you stood, some falling through the ice. 

“I’m staying in a cabin in the woods not too far from here, we have to move quickly before you pass out.” you took off your winter coat, wrapping it around the man's shaking body.

“I know you're still probably freezing but hopefully this will warm you up at least a little.” 

And with that you tossed his arm around you again, beginning your trip through the snowy woods. You could feel the man practically fall limp in your arms as you trudged forward.

It felt like hours until you reached the safety of your cabin. You flung the door open hurriedly before the dead drew closer. You quickly shut the door behind you, locking it.

As you stumbled towards the fireplace, throwing the scrawny pieces of wood remaining, as you fumbled with your lighter allowing the embers to spark, dancing in the pit as you cracked and popped joyously.

You turned to the man, who now laid passed out on the floor, you were afraid that he hadn’t made it. Cautiously you lifted his limp body up from the floor, his eyes fluttered open, as he weakly peered at you through his frozen eyelashes. 

“Listen, I know this might seem strange, but you need to take your clothes off, your clothes are soaked and freezing cold you’ll warm up faster.” you looked to him and then to the fire. “Can you do that?” he nodded loosely. 

“Okay good, I’m going to move you into my room, you can change there. I'll find some spare clothes for you and leave them on the bed.” 

Without another word you wrapped his arm around you again as you hoisted him up.

Dragging him down the cold hallway into your room. You laid him down on the bed, digging through your closet, there were some old shirts of your uncles that would probably fit him as well as some old jeans that would probably work.

Your brows furrowed seeing your uncle's old clothes, regardless you closed the doors to the closet and set the clothes down. 

“Alright, these should work for you. I’ll just leave you to it.” you said awkwardly stepping out of the room. With a sigh, you walked back into your living room, glancing at the swaying flames, with a sorrowful expression plastered across your face.

Your stomach growled with a rumble, groaning you made your way to the kitchen, all you had was cans of soup stocked up. Everything else had been eaten in the beginning. You reached for two cans of soup to heat them up. You were sure that your guest would most likely be hungry, but you wanted to be sure.

Heating up some water on your gas stove you walked to your bedroom. Knocking before you entered you opened the door very quietly.

To your surprise the man sprawled out on your bed your comforter tossed over him messily. A light snore drifted from his mouth. Chuckling softly, you closed the door, you were sure he’d appreciate the food regardless. 

You didn’t know what time it was but the sun had set a long time ago. You lit the candles placed on your table, as you placed the second bowl of soup across from you, as you began eating you heard the squeak of a door shut. You tensed for a moment before turning your head to the tall man emerging from the dark hall. 

“I made you some soup, I went to ask you earlier but you were passed out.” you quipped, as the man took his seat across from you. 

“Well I uh, appreciate it.” he replied, his soft country accent drawing out as he spoke. Taking the spoon laid out for him as he ate, eating almost like an animal that hadn’t eaten for days, which was most likely the case. Once he had finished he looked up to you embarrassed as he wiped his mouth.

“Sorry, I haven’t had nothin’ to eat for a couple days now.” he explained

“No it’s fine, I imagine it probably hasn’t been easy, and well considering the circumstances, I figure you’ve had it rough.” 

The man's eyes grew a bit darker, as his brows pulled together.You worried you might have said something wrong. 

“I’m sorry did…did I say something wrong?” you pondered aloud, the country boy's eyes snapping up to meet yours. 

“Ah, no sorry, I’m just thinkin’.” 

You paused a question bubbling up in your mind. And before you could stop yourself, it fell from your lips almost without any effort. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, how…exactly did you end up in the lake?” There was a pause, an uncomfortable one, the air grew tense. The brown haired man hesitated for a moment.

“Well, I was with my group, we were trying to cross the lake as fast as possible, lurkers started popping up from everywhere and before I knew it…it just happened so fast, the ice was cracking and there just wasn’t enough time.” he replied, a bitter expression crossing his pale face. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be gettin’ all teary eyed on you.” he chuckled sadly, rubbing his face. You frowned sympathetically.

“No it’s…it’s okay I get it.” he looked up at you once again, an expectant look in his eyes, you sighed.

“I, I uh, actually lost my uncle at the beginning of all of this, we came down here for a ski trip when this all went down. And I’ve been by myself ever since…” you murmured you felt your eyes sting with tears, you blinked rapidly not wanting to cry in front of a stranger. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that, at least I had people to lose, your tellin’ me you’ve been alone this whole time?” you nodded, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

“Man, I didn’t think I’d be pouring my heart out to a stranger over soup.” 

“It’s Luke.” you looked at him in confusion.

“Huh?” 

“My name it’s Luke.” 

“Well it’s nice to meet you Luke, I'm Y/n"

“See? Now we're not strangers.” you smiled to him

“I guess not.” 

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hey!! I saw that your requests are closed so I don't want you to feel pressured to do this at all if you don't have the energy or time or mindset to so no pressure at all, you matter so much more than your quantity of amazing work!!<33

moving along, I'd like to request a jay walker × fem!reader who s.lf h.rms are he find out about it when she's trying on different outfits? like what I had in mind was she was initially gonna try on a new style but takes a really long time to get ready and eventually it leads to Jay finding out and walking in on the act

Anways yeah just something I had in mind :33 AGAIN, no pressure to get it done!! take as much time as you need and keep your chin up <3

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Ninjago - Jay Finds Your Scars

Spending time at the mall was always fun when you were with Jay. There was a stereotype that boys didn’t like going to the mall, that they thought it was boring, that they were totally disinterested in all the clothing and makeup and accessories. Jay was living proof that this stereotype was bogus; he was glancing around the lively atmosphere, taking in every detail and making sure to point everything out to you, too.

This made him a great scout for cute clothes. He’d see something in a store window, his cheeks turning pink as he imagined you wearing it, and would jab his entire arm out to point to it, asking if you liked it. If you said no, he would just nod and keep looking. But if you said yes… he just about dragged you inside to try it on.

You’d been at this for almost two hours now, going from store to store and having short little fashion shows with different outfits. So far you’d tried alternative, flashy, cutesy, tomboy, and even country-girl outfits.

Quite frankly you were getting a little tired of having to change outfits so many times, but Jay insisted that you keep walking through the mall. 

“You never know,” he reasoned, “maybe we’ll find something really nice!”

You just smiled fondly, knowing full well that he just wanted an excuse to see you in different outfits.

Not two minutes later, you passed a store with a gorgeous f/c dress in the window. It wasn’t your typical style, but the color was irresistible, and neither you nor Jay could resist its pull. You wordlessly drifted towards the store, hand in hand, both eyeing the dress.

There were a few other cute-ish things in the store, which Jay wandered off to look at while you selected a dress in your size. 

“Off to the changing rooms,” you announced, hearing a hum of acknowledgement from somewhere among the racks.

The dress really was gorgeous. And soft, too, you noted as you ran your hands over the fabric. Though it was completely unlike anything that you’d ever considered wearing up until now, that only made it all the more exciting; you couldn’t wait to put it on.

Your exasperation over changing clothes had disappeared by the time you were in the changing room, and you hastily yanked off your clothes to throw the dress over your head.

It fit like a glove. Looking up into the mirror, stars filled your eyes. It really was just as spectacular as it had been in the window display, and it complimented your features wonderfully. You turned from side to side, admiring every inch of the article.

You must’ve really been in a trance, because you didn’t hear the soft knock on the changing room door, nor did you hear Jay whisper-yelling your name to see if you were in that stall.

You twirled, mesmirized by the movement of the dress as you did so. You watched the hem continue to twist around your legs when you stopped suddenly, swaying back and forth for a second before coming to a rest yet again.

Meanwhile, Jay was biting his nails, his face mere inches away from the changing room doors. This was the only closed changing room. You were the only person who’d walked in, as far as he’d seen. That meant it had to be you inside, right? So it was okay to go in, right? He fretted endlessly, his hand reaching for the door’s knob one second, retreating back to his teeth the next, then back to the door, and back to his teeth…

Eventually he let out an agitated shout and burst into the changing room.

You looked at him through the mirror, your back turned to him. For half a second you had panicked, but when you saw it was only Jay you relaxed. You smiled at him, about to mention how magical this dress was making you feel, but your smile quickly turned to a horrified expression when you noticed where he was looking.

You had been so excited about the dress that you hadn’t noticed that it didn’t hide that part of you very well. The scars were on full display.

You felt panicked tears come to your eyes, and you lunged for your clothes. 

“I don’t think I like this dress! Can you get out for a second so I can change back?” You balked, doing a poor job of hiding your anxiety.

Jay hurried over to you, wedging himself between you and your pile of clothes on the changing room bench. He grabbed you by the forearms, forcing you up to your full height so that he could look at you. He was staring right at your scars.

“Y/n,” he said slowly, terror and worry brimming in his eyes. He reached with one hand to touch them, but twitched away, afraid of hurting you. “Is that…?”

Your head hung low. The water on your tearline was getting dangerously close to spilling over, but you didn’t move to wipe at it. Not that you really could, with Jay’s gentle grip on you. You nodded ever so subtly.

One of Jay’s hands went to cover his mouth. “Oh.”

“I—I didn’t want you to know about this. I know it’s just so… ugly. Terrible of me. I know.”

“What? No, no, Y/n… I’m just—I wish I’d known sooner!”

Your face twisted painfully. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I understand if you don’t want to be with me—”

Now it was Jay’s turn to balk a little. “That’s not what I meant, Y/n. I just don’t like seeing you hurt. I swore I’d always protect you, and this…” His voice trailed off helplessly.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice barely above a whisper as your throat tightened.

“Stop saying that. I’m not mad at you or disgusted or anything. I don’t love you any less than I did two minutes ago. You’re my everything, Y/n, and nothing will ever change that.”

You looked up at last, your eyes round.

“I don’t want you to do this to yourself anymore. Will you let me help you? Will you please let me protect you?”

“From myself?” You rasped, unsure if you’d intended the words to be bitter or hopeful.

Jay nodded with a firm expression, giving no sign which way he took it. “If that’s what protecting you means.”

You blinked, and the tears finally spilled. You threw your arms around Jay’s neck, nodding wordlessly and trying not to sob. You trembled in his arms, staining his shoulder with the streams pouring from your eyes. You hiccuped and sniffled for a long time, long enough that your locked knees started to wobble and Jay tightened his grip protectively around you.

At length you pulled away, reaching up to wipe away your snot and tears with the fabric of your—oh. Whoops.

Despite yourself, you smiled at the little stain on the f/c fabric. “Looks like we have to buy it now,” you said, voice cracking but somehow cheerful. 

“So you do like it.”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t cover those.”

“You don’t need to hide anything,” Jay kissed away a stray tear in the corner of your eye, “not anymore. I’m going to help you, if you’ll let me.”

You nodded again, fear and hope swirling in your stomach as a wan smile found your lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered into the crook of your neck after pulling you to him one last time. “Ready to go home?”

You pondered for a second, and when the sheer exhaustion from trying on every outfit of the mall caught up with you again, you frowned. “Yes. I’m all mall-ed out.”

Jay just smiled, kissing both of your cheeks and your nose before finally stepping out to let you change. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, your eyes lingering on your dress, so unlike your other clothes, and then your scars. Maybe it was time for a change. 

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