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Lorraine Jones
Full Name: Lorraine Juniper Jones
Nickname(s): Lory, Lora, little pumpkin (just used by Sebastian)
Age: 15/16 (ingame), 18 (fanfiction)
Date of Birth: March 16, 1875
Birthplace: New York, America
Blood Status: Muggleborn
House: Hufflepuff
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 167cm
Hair Color: pinkish blond
Hair length: Shoulder length
Eye color: blue as the ocean
Details: freckles on her cheeks, nose and her shoulders, scar on her right cheek
Favourite class: Potions and Herbology
Favourite place: the great lake by hogwarts
Traits: Brave, stubborn, protective, naive, loyal, friendly
Likes: Beast, everything related to pumpkins, duelling, reading, exploring, autumn
Dislikes: spiders, bullying, thunderstorms, dark wizards
Patronus: Chinese Moon Moth
Parents: Mary (nurse) & Richard (shop owner) Jones
Brother: Matthew Jones (5 years younger)
Extended Family: unknown
Her parents love to travel. Each holidays they will travel somewhere else and Lory comes with them until she befriends with Ominis and Sebastian. The summer holidays between fifth and six year she took Ominis with her. The small holidays she would stay at hogwarts.
The Jones family left america because Mary and Richard wanted to stay in london. Her father was send there because his boss ordered him to open a shop of the franchise in london. So Lory had to move with them. She hated to leave Ilvermorny and america.
From a young age Lorraine felt something strange inside her magic. Her magic was always different, she learned spells faster than others and they worked instantly for her. The ancient magic also caused the visions she’s seeing then and there. Her parents were relieved when Professor Fig reached their daughter and discovered with her the source for these visions. Professor Fig and Lorys parents were in regularly contact per letters, in the holidays Fig got invited to the Jones house. He became more and more like a family member to them. Lorraine saw him not only as tutor but also as her grandfather in some kind of way. Figs death was hard to handle by the whole family. They put up a framed picture of Fig with the parents and Lory, standing over the fireplace. Mary says that Professor Fig and his wife Miriam are finally together again and that they should be happy for him. Even without being a witch Mary is always positive and open minded for nearly everything. Richard had a hard time accepting that his daughter became a witch. Why exactly has to get explored in the fanfiction 🙊
Partner: Sebastian Sallow
Friends: Ominis Gaunt, Poppy Sweeting, Eric Doyle (Male MC), Imelda Reyes
Enemies: bullies, Rookwood, dark wizards
Career: healer
Spouse: Sebastian Sallow
Residence: Aranshire
Children: Jasper and Rosalie Sallow
Sebastian left Hogwarts at the end of the fifth year right before Lorraine fight against Ranrok. He only left one letter behind for Lory. The sixth year he wasn´t there and never gave a sign of life. In seventh year Sebastian returned, trying to make it up to Lory and Ominis. Ominis hates him for leaving without traces of life. Sebastian talked to Lorraine and explained to her, that he was searching for Anne and that he is afraid, that she will die very soon. He asks Lory for her help to find a cure and slowly gain back Lorraines trust. After a half year she trusts him more and more.
- Talent for potions and herbology
- in fanfiction she can see visions, of things that will happen or had happened in the past, she can´t control it
- She has no idea why she can control ancient magic when she´s a muggleborn, thinking of it to be a gift
- Sneaks food and snacks out of the kitchen
- Stands up for house elves rights
- Her favorite beasts are thestrals and nifflers
- When she’s nervous or wants to avoid a topic she starts reading
- when she´s lying she will play with her hair or her hands
- She came from America and went to Hogwarts for her fifth year, before that she was visiting the Ilvermorny school, which she still misses - she was a Pukwudgie back there
- She has the scar on her cheek since the fight against Ranrok. Sebastian feeling guilty for letting her fight him alone and that he wasn’t there
- After arriving in Hogwarts for the first time she was scared and felt left out. Poppy was the one who talked to her right after Lorraine got sorted into Hufflepuff, then she introduced Lory to Natty and Garreth and during class to Ominis and Sebastian
- Her favorite flowers are white roses
- She love to sit a the Great Lake by Hogwarts and is fascinated by the merpeople
- is easy to impress and manipulate by Sebastian, whatever he wishes for she would do it, sooner or later (Crucio, the relic, … )
- can play the piano
- loves to bake cakes and cookies
- cats do love her, which is why kneezles are very kind and loyal to her
- dragons don´t scare her
- When one of her friends are sick she makes sure that they are comfortable and will help them using muggle medicine. Sebastian doesn’t like bitter medicine so when he’s sick Lory makes sure to just use sweet or neutral medicine, tea and soup
- She learns how to knit, just to gift her friends a handmade scarf in their favourite colors
- MC univers fun HC: Lorraine and Aurélie (@morelikeravenbore) are hiding a dragon named Nugget in the Undercroft from Ominis. Sebastian would keep that as a secret (not canon in Lorys story but a fun HC between Aurélie and me🩷).
- She would love his love language of physical touching (holding hands, caressing each others hair, linking each others pinkie fingers while walking)
- Lory will sit at the slytherin table for breakfast and dinner
- Sebastian would love to tease her with kisses, calling her out of whistleing when she walks around and saying how small she is
- Sebastian is overprotective and stares every guy down who just looks at Lorraine
- Sebastian would take care of her beasts in secret without letting her know
- She always call him Seb or Sebby, but not when she´s angry with him. Then she would call him Sebastian or Sallow
- They would sit in the RoR at weekend nights and talk about their past while eating snacks. Lory would be the only one Sebastian ever tells more about his parents
- Lorraine would love to visit america in her summer holidays to meet her friends from Ilvermorny. Sebastian would travel with her to meet her friends and see her old school
- when it comes to romantic, he wants to make everything right and when something went wrong he is frustrated with himself for messing up, which Lory finds adorable because she just wants to be with him and don´t care about the rest
This post isn’t nearly finished and will get edited every now and then as more as the story continues ☺️
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You Could Use Some Language
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This is chapter 3.
Summary: after cleaning the outside of the prison, it's time for the inside, but there are gonna be some trouble.
Pairing: eventual Daryl x female!reader
Word-count:1.4k
Chapter 2
Chapter 4 is work in progress
English isn't my first language, so I'm very open to suggestions on grammar and spelling. This is a slow burn type of fanfiction, so now interaction between Daryl and the reader are limited, but will grow overtime
This took so much time to write due to school work. I've been very exhausted all week, but at least I completed the chapter. Hope you enjoy.
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The next morning you wake up feeling a little bit better than yesterday. Your body is slowly getting used to sleeping on the hard ground.
You get out of your tent only to find everybody are already at work. You must accidentally sleep an hour more or so.
You head towards Carol; She is preparing breakfast for everyone and you want to help her, but on your way there Rick reaches for your shoulder to inform you about the plan to get the inside of the building cleared out. Yeah, the yard was safe, but the inside would be safer for Lori and the baby.
The plan was pretty similar to the one you had yesterday, so it was easy to understand.
Rick quickly gathered everyone and put the idea to work.
You successfully got everything done without anybody getting hurt, which was pure luck considering how dangerous it was.
You now have an entire block of cells, but Rick insisted anyway to clear another one. You are exhausted but to get on everyone's good side this was indispensable.
You enter another block. This time it was you, Hersel, Maggie, Glenn, Daryl, T-dog and Rick. Y’all create a circle to have everyone's back cover, it's the same strategy as before.
You are in a hallway and you encounter a small amount of walkers, which is good. However, a larger group appear from the end of the corridor and your group ends up divided due to panic.
You are so close to the walkers and you look around not knowing where to go. There is too much noise and it is getting you overwhelmed, which makes focusing so hard no matter how hard you're trying.
You don't scream, your head is in another whole universe to even try.
You suddenly feel someone dragging you from behind into a room, then the door closes with you inside. You turn around to look at who just saved you. It was Daryl. You look at him, your heartbeat is still so high because of the near death. You accidentally got yourself not just looking at him, but staring when he rotates his head towards you. Then you both look towards the closed door, trying to hear when it is safe to go, but a scream breaks into the walker's noises, You couldn't recognize who it is. Then, another scream gets heard, This time you recognize it, this is Maggie screaming.
You look at the door and then at Daryl. You don't know what to do, there are so many walkers out there.
“What are we supposed to do?” You ask him
“surely not stayin' here”
Daryl opens the door and runs towards the screaming sound. You're right behind him, running too.
When you two get to the source of the sound, you realize immediately what you are witnessing: Hersel got bit and needs medical attention.
Rick and the others take Hersel and drag him into another wing of the structure. You and Maggie are looking around to keep the journey to the wing as safe as you could.
You enter a cafeteria. They were other three people, prisoners. Rick tries to quickly handle them. In the meantime, due to the adrenaline of the moment, you take the impulse decision to chop off Hersel’s leg, the bite's location. You think it could prevent the infection from spreading.
He starts to lose so much blood and you panic even more. ‘what have I done’ you think to yourself. You waste no time to block the hemorrhage as you can.
The others take what looks like a barrel and they help you put Hersel on there. You push the barrel back to the precious cleared block.
The prisoners aren't your main focus at the moment, Rick would eventually deal with them. Your priority now is to look after Hersel.
As you walk with Hersel’s barrel into his cell, you see Beth's worried face. She looks like she's on the verge of breaking down and crying. You feel so sorry for her, you don't know if her father can make it but you surely are going to do whatever you can to save him. Beth doesn't deserve this.
As you enter Hersel's cell, Carol helps you to stabilize him as you can.
As you finish, you decide to sit beside him. Soon Beth and Maggie join you.
“I'm sorry for you father.” you look down, so embarrassed by what happened. Chopping his leg off was such a big responsibility to take, maybe too big for you to handle.
“You don't need to be. We get that you're trying your best. He's going to make it, we know it” Maggie responds to you.
You could feel their sympathetic looks on you, but don't dare to look back.
“I'll give you some privacy.” you said standing up.
“wait.” Beth comes closer to you and hugs you.
You don't hug her back. You can't bring yourself to.
“Now you can go.” She continues, after her hug ends.
She looks at you straight in the eyes and you two make eye contact for a few seconds before you look away. You could see her eyes were filled with tears ready to fall out.
You get out the room and head to the yard. You can see Daryl smoking and even though it's not night yet, you head towards him the same.
As you get in front of him, you take a deep breath and ask him for a sigarette.
“Can I get one?”
He throws one at you with his broken lighter.
“Try get yer own next time.”
“It's not that easy in this new world.” you take the cigarette from the ground, lighting up your cigarette and taking a long drag. You can feel all your body muscles relaxing from the previous tension. “Maybe if you could tell me where you find them, I could get my own.”
Daryl doesn't respond to you, but it doesn't really surprise you anymore.
You exhale the smoke entering your lungs.
“Has anyone ever told you that you could use some language? Maybe everyone would even be nicer to you if you did.”
Still no response.
You look down at the ground as your sitting on the grass.
“you know, today was very stressfull. I get that we need a safe place for Lori and her baby, but now Rick is asking too much. We already own a whole block, we are good.”
You keep your gaze on the green grass as you continue speaking. Smoke has never tasted so bittersweet.
“I feel so sorry for Beth, She doesn't deserve any of this. I mean, she's just a teenager she should be able to live her life like one instead of being stuck in this hell of a situation. I just hope everything gets over soon so we all can go on with our normal life's. The ones we had before all of this.”
You don't dare to move away your eyes from the ground while you're speaking. You can sense that Daryl is still there, smoking his cigarette. You don't know if he is listening or not, but talking out loud about what you're feeling is kind of refreshing for you. A hoarse voice interrupters your thoughts.
“ya dun get it, do ya? Nothin’ is going back the way it was.”
Daryl's words make space in your mind. Maybe he is right or maybe not, but now it is not time to worry about it and you're not in the right shape to handle the weight of being hopeless about things going back the way they were.
“Maybe” you say as you put down the cigarette on the ground. Then you stand up.
“Thanks Daryl for before.” Referring to when he saved you some hours ago. “And for this” you say motioning your hand towards the cigarette you put down.
He doesn't respond as usual, but you're glad anyways.
You then go back inside the prison to see how Hersel is doing.
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Thank you all for the support this series is getting, hopefully you all can enjoy this chapter.
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CHAPTER FOUR - MTA One Trick Pony. Update!
A hot heavy sun hung in the sky. It poured in through the open mesh of the blue and silver tent. Humidity already tainted the air as Laini rose from her cot. A sheen coated her skin. The pungency of her armpits soured her nostrils.
She should have taken that bath like Shane suggested.
Her body ached as she rose to standing. The pain sourced at the low end of her back.
The stupid cot was slumped in the center from many nights of two bodies cuddled together. It no longer supported them adequately to prevent mild soreness when they arose.
She tossed on one of Shane’s old high school football t-shirts over the soaked through bra. As bits of its outline made specks of dampness on the shirt, she opted for a freer style. The bra was thrown into the exiled corner – clothes in dire need of soaking and soap and maybe decontamination with a blow torch.
Silky shiny new pants taunted her with their intact store tags. They were stretchy. However, their material felt durable, thicker than usual stretch pants.
They were smooth against her legs as she pulled them up. The fabric clung to every curve of her frame. It tucked in the slight pudge at her belly with the taut hold of the waist band. All in all, they were leggings that paraded as hiking pants, with external cargo pockets and khaki color. It contrasted the black, moisture-wicking shirt of Shane’s which typically clung to his chest and arms that looked rather relaxed on her person. Baggy and billowed out in unflattering light.
She tied away the excess of the shirt, twisting and tucking it at the center of her bellybutton. Soft nubs of her nipples protruded the fabric.
Andrea said we couldn’t cling to the old-world thinking. Laini didn’t see why it couldn’t apply to women’s nipples, too.
The camp was busy with their chore list. Late morning scrambles. Shane’s green jeep was gone. It was used as a transport for water.
Lori was bent over the tub with her hands in water. Scrubbing away.
She caught a glance at Laini’s emergence from the tent. “We didn’t wait.”
Her nose wrinkled. The first voice she liked to hear in the morning was someone not so…Lori.
“I didn’t ask you to,” she retorted as she brushed by Lori’s wash station.
A pair of gentle hands touched Laini’s arm with an even gentler voice. “Don’t worry. I saved some for you. It’s just in the pot there.”
The brunette bitch continued her glare. “If you sleep late, you have to do your own dishes.”
The bottom scraping of stew was the best part. It was full of the heavy bits. Loaded with the added vegetables and small shreds of meat. The serving spoon filled half up.
“It’s a spoon and a bowl. I think I can manage.”
They were sure not to betray the intention of their words with a harsh tone. Lori knew how to hide her statements in the guise of an indifferent sound. It fooled most of them. Even Rick, at times. It only helped Laini’s mood to give the woman a small taste of her own condescending medicine in front of others so it was hidden in the same tone as Lori’s.
Carol and Sophia were near. Neither lifted their gaze to observe the actual cat fight. They were busy with their tasks, unbothered with the conversation, like it was discussion of the weather. Little Soph was able to do basic mending with a bit of thread and needle. Her hands held one of her mother’s shirts, just a small enough tear at the collar.
“Are you sure? You don’t need Shane to hold your hand.” Lori snipped.
The sting of hot stew on her tongue forced her voice quiet. She swallowed the chunk of meat with great effort.
Smug pride toyed with Lori’s lips. Decidedly she thought she’d come out on top.
Feminism spoke to women supporting women. They were not competition or enemies to other women’s success. That was a product of patriarchy conditioned to their minds.
Feminism, of course, forgot to address how to respond to the ones who bought into the conditioning.
Laini was taught violence was a sound option when words were only doing a thumbtacks job when a sword was needed. But violence in and of itself was different in every form.
She did not need to eliminate Lori in her life; that would never happen. The only thing needed done was proof that Shane chose which place Lori was in, and it was dead last.
“I only hold his hand to keep it from roaming.” She flashed a quick wink before she turned to Carol. “The man’s too bold to be trusted in the middle of camp.”
The woman gave a small laugh. Her cheeks flared red with a blush.
Her daughter beside her did not know what to think. She glanced upward at Carol with question. It had Carol’s cheeks flaring brighter. “When you’re older,” she told her.
There was a bit of life that peaked out time to time. Carol forgot to be scared. Her eyes ignited with a sparkle, like bits of her old self coming out to play.
Lori finished her scrubbing. She carried the tub out to the edge of camp to toss the dirty water into the grass.
“Camp’s busy this morning,” Laini commented.
A strange rush sparked behind their heels.
Motions of Carol’s hands slowed as she, too, looked around. “Rick’s decided to go back to fetch Merle.”
The spoon went slack between Laini’s fingers. It clanked against the bowl’s bottom in a loud commotion.
“They’re going back.” She shook her head in disbelief.
“Daryl came back from his hunt early this morning,” Carol stated.
That statement needed no further explanation.
READ MORE AT the link below. :) Thanks so much for the support. I love Shane Walsh as a morally grey character. Thanks for letting me live through these fics a bit.
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Liked on YouTube: Almost Famous - The Real Lives of Groupies || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4YIGbxOT_8 || Almost Famous (well, Untitled - the director's cut of it) is my fav movie. But that doesn't mean I don't want to peel back the curtain of 70's teenager nostalgia on an infamous time in Rock and Roll and talk about the behind the scenes. Penny Lane, well, Kate Hudson's portrayal, captured everyone at the time and was and still is many people's wardrobe inspirations but she's actually based on real people. Everyone in the movie is honestly, though it is a sanitized version of the truth. As you know, here we like to uncover the reality, and we're doing just that with groupies, talking about some of their lives, the attitudes of rockstars, and how this way of life got corrupted not only by business but by exploitative super stars. Let's connect: IG: https://ift.tt/CG2BXPg Business enquiries only: [email protected] Timestamps: 00:00 it's all happening 00:48 intro, triggers and setting the scene 04:40 who were the groupies of the time? 06:20 Penny Lane Trumbull 10:57 Sweet, Sweet Connie (Connie Hamzy) 14:52 Cleo Odzer 16:16 Lori Mattix 20:58 Sable Starr 22:52 Bebe Buell 25:31 Cynthia Plaster Caster 27:03 Pamela Des Barres 32:23 Rose Tinted Glasses 38:59 A woman's worth 43:49 Pushing the limit 46:22 Final thoughts Sources: Groupies - the 1970's documentary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYCeOP4rCdk Groupies - the 1985 documentary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBaBU-DRnr0&t=3s https://ift.tt/ql8zfZS https://ift.tt/4LApg7H https://ift.tt/WCZYbw4. https://ift.tt/WrKivoD https://ift.tt/6OkJBG7 https://ift.tt/oPT1BSL https://ift.tt/SyzuITF https://ift.tt/XNAGYWg https://ift.tt/vIa0pjg The Groupies: Penny Lane Trumbull: https://ift.tt/mGfYEBa Connie Hamzy (sweet, sweet Connie): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=263_yne3UQg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBaBU-DRnr0 https://ift.tt/bo2vlBL Cleo Odzer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIw2eCZTig4 https://ift.tt/ZiGlTXR Lori Mattix (or Maddox, or Lightning) https://ift.tt/LeQObfh https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70w27wlYPFU https://ift.tt/9jgdQef https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PL5380rCsoU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JeK4yD7cfE https://ift.tt/opucLUt Sable Starr: https://ift.tt/lzB2dHq https://ift.tt/g5klFyi Bebe Buell: https://ift.tt/hQtjMuD https://ift.tt/psUqWGm https://ift.tt/4mPUQse https://ift.tt/XIWFqVK https://ift.tt/4vcgaV2 Cynthia Plaster Caster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=107u_TKjFx4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjzzYE5PGXs Pamela des Barres: https://ift.tt/XGtW7hs https://ift.tt/WVYjqTJ. https://ift.tt/RmlYGL8 https://ift.tt/1bflnKh https://ift.tt/HBsfvLd
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If i was gonna script doctor TWD S3 so far.
Cut half of the governor's scenes. We don't need to be walked through his deal with Penny. We don't need to know that much about his dealings with Merle earlier in the season. Keep Penny as a character, but have us discover her as Michonne discovers her. This also helps us stay invested in Michonne as she becomes the audience's only source for information about who seems to be this seasons big bad. Also it's just more intriguing to see Michonne reading the diary that says Penny when you don't know who she is.
T Dog lives and gets some kind of plot or development Lmao he's so underdeveloped i don't even have that many suggestions off the top of my head here
Glenn: the conflict between his nature as the guy to come up with a wild plan and volunteer as the front bitch to execute it and his relationship with Maggie is further explored as it was set up in S2. Also we just learn more about him. I think it would be fun if Michonne and Glenn were forced to team up to execute some sort of plan without the help of the others. they have very different strategy styles i think that would be fun.
Also isolating Glenn from Maggie would give MAGGIE a chance to deal with Glenns whole frontman thing and to have some kind of plot with Beth and Hershel to explore their new dynamics in the group, Beths role or lack of role and how she feels about it, their motivations, etc. Then Glenn and Maggie can reunite after a few episodes and be all cute together.
they've been a lot better than everyone else with Daryl and Carol so far which tbh is probably a big part of why they're my favorites lmao
Rick - I don't like Heaven Phone and Force Ghosts i think that's a little lazy and there's more interesting ways to explore the consequences of the loss of Lori and Shane. Like u could give him a whole identity crisis.... so much of who Rick was was formed via dialogue with Lori and Shane whether that's in a collaborative or an oppositional way.... now he essentially has total rule of some extremely loyal people and a kid and a baby like who is this Rick? Because its not S1 Rick. It's not S2 Rick. He needs something to construct a new identity on and what's that gonna be? How's he gonna know if he's being too nice or too evil without Shane and Lori? He has the others but he's their leader theyre not his parallels the way Lori and Shane were. You got all this tasty stuff and the writers went with slo mo hallucinations like ok
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Ideas for celebrating life as well as honoring the lives of those who have departed.
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Having a sweatshirt and a t-shirt of Rick is one of the most comforting things I have from that source. Including the clothes I wore of course. But he’s one of the most important people I knew back then. (Besides my sister, Rick’s wife—Lori, and Glenn) I’m incredibly grateful to know him in this life and we’re just as close.
There weren’t any constants in the apocalypse but I knew Rick was one of them.
—Beth Greene
#Beth Greene kin#TWD kin#The Walking Dead kin#zombie apocalypse kin#Rick my beloved!!! 🥺#I can’t even describe how much I adore him
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Brian Lucarella #90
Le premier est gardien, Brian Lucarella a décidé d’accepter le challenge proposé par les coachs. Travailleur et à l’écoute de ses coéquipiers, il sera 3ème gardien au CP en plus d’avoir une licence B en deuxième ligue afin de continuer son développement.
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Jeune et techniquement très doué, Nathan Mieville prolonge l’aventure. Après une année chargée pour lui (armée), « Nath » est heureux de pouvoir vivre une saison complète. Il aura également une licence B en deuxième ligue.
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Joueur polyvalent, travailleur et coéquipier modèle, Loris Vermot reste un Chat.
Après un début de préparation compliquée la saison passée, Loris a montré aux coachs qu’il avait le caractère pour aider l’équipe à performer.
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Historical Exclusion
Exclusion of Black women in mainstream feminism has been prevalent since the women's suffrage movement in the 19th century. Figureheads such as Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton preached feminist ideals and equality that held a powerful message but unfortunately their politics negated the existence of black women and their struggles. What is seen in their feminism is the prioritization of middle class white women.
The suffrage movement took place between 1848 - 1917, during this time three pivotal amendments were passed that helped progress the black population in America. The 15th amendment in particular established the right for all men (including black men) to vote and not be denied to vote based on race, color or previous status of servitude.
After the 15th amendment was passed Stanton wrote an opinion article regarding the amendment called "Manhood suffrage". In her rhetoric where she discusses how women deserve to have the right to vote and essentially receive liberation she goes on to say,
"Just so if woman finds it hard to bear the oppressive laws of a few Saxon Fathers, of the best orders of manhood, what may she not be called to endure when all the lower orders, natives and foreigners, Dutch, Irish, Chinese and African, legislate for her and her daughters?"
Not only does she dehumanize black men by categorizing them into lower classes but she later goes on to write,
"but when you propose to lift the negro above the woman, and make him her Ruler, Legislator, Judge and Juror, if even northern women rebel, what can you expect at the south?"
This speech has been interpreted as Stanton "taking up" for black men and the violence they would face from being given the right to vote but in actuality her language is proposing the fact that black men shouldn't be uplifted and her language is isolating and clearly establishing barriers. To say that the amendment lifted "the negro" above "the woman" completely erases black women and the intersectionality of our existence.
In her book Elizabeth Cady Stanton: An American Life Lori Ginzburg writes, "I think that Stanton helped create a rhetoric or a political ideology where when we say women - and often when the media says women- in terms of feminist goals, we think middle-class, white women."
White liberal feminism has neglected black women tremendously. Movements such as black lives matter, which include black women, is left out of mainstream feminism. The death of Sandra Bland sparked numerous protests and hashtags around the country yet, in mainstream feminism I never hear her name being mentioned.
I think a quote that perfectly encapsulates the black woman in relation to mainstream feminism is a quote from AnaLexicis T. Bridewell's Black Lives Matter: Black Feminism
“Black feminists are made constantly and painfully aware of how little effort white women have made to understand and combat their racisms, which require amongst other things that have a more than superficially comprehension of race, color and Black history and culture.”
The exclusion of black women in feminism presents a bigger question, what happens when black women are left out?
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Unlikely Companions (Daryl Dixon x Female reader/ PLATONIC! Carl x Reader)
Summary: Carl was running for his life, being chased by walkers after he went on his own looking for Sophia. When he is corned by the walker a stranger woman saves him. She is looking for her Fiancee for the old world, but offers her help returning him to the farm. They bond over the days in the woods and she learns she might have another reason to find the farm.
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“Carl?” Lori shouted across the farm. She hadn’t seen the boy all day and was starting to get nervous. “Have you seen Carl?” Maggie shook her head. “Not since breakfast” She answered in her southern accent. “Maybe he is with Rick? Or Shane?” Lori just nodded, but didn’t feel any safer. Where was her son?
Carl was running for his life. The two walkers were closing inn. He knew better than to shout and call for help, knowing it would probably attract even more walkers, but right now he didn’t care. “MOM!” He quickened his pace. “DAD!” Two walkers turned into four as two more appeared at his side. Tears was now streaming down his face as he was sure he was going to die here. He looked back again, ready to face death. But the walkers didn’t close inn on him. Instead arrow after arrow filled the air and all the walkers dropped. When Carl turned back around, fully expecting to see Daryl standing there, was surprised to see a stranger. “Are you okay?” The stranger asked him. Carl looked up at the woman. He was inn shock and didn’t know what to say. “You got a group? A family” She continued to ask him. When she tried to approach him, he backed up. “Hey, you don’t need to worry, I won’t do you any harm. Look” She dropped her cross bow and unleased her knife from her holster. When both fell to the ground, she could see him relaxing more. “Can I ask your name?”
“Carl, Carl Grimes”
“Well, Carl Grimes. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I’m looking for my fiancée. But I can help you return back to you family. Someone as young as you shouldn’t be out here alone”.
Carl was still unsure about her. Remembering her mother’s speech about stranger danger. But those were the rules of the old world. Here in the new world they should accept help form anyone who invites it, right? After thinking it through, he nodded. “Okay, okay. This is a good start. How far away is your camp?” Carl looked down, a bit embarrassed. “I don’t know”
“Do you know the directions?” He shook his head. “Well shit, looks like were in quiet a pickle huh?” She smiled at him, trying to ease him. “I don’t know this area, never been here before. So, I say we head in one direction and hope for the best. What do you think?” He nodded. “Great! Lets go then!”
And so they started to wander. (Y/N) in front, with Carl a meter behind. “Sooo, do you have a favourite movie or something?” He just stared at her. “What! Come on, were going to be stuck with each other for a while, might as well get to know each other”. After a minute of silence, he spoke. “Iron Man”
“That’s a good movie! Mine is probably that or Pride and Prejudice”. Carl scrunched up his nose almost in disgust. “But that’s so girly! All they do is talk about their feelings and kiss!” She looked back at him, offended by his remarks. “And!? It’s a great love story that is still relevant to this day” She played up her offence more hoping it would make him laugh. It did. “Its still so girly” He said between giggles. “Never mind, were is the nearest walker. I’m feeding you to it” (Y/N)’s giggling was now a full on laughter. “Nooo!” Carl was laughing too. (Y/N) was relieved he was laughing, afraid the incident had traumatized him badly.
Back at the farm, panic was settling inn as no one knew were Carl was. “Who was the last to see him?” Rick asked the group. “I saw him after breakfast” Andrea spoke up, she and Carol was comforting Lori, who was having a full blown break down. “He probably went out looking for Sophia alone” All looked to Shane. “I’m mean why else would he suddenly leave”.
“I think your right, but he is still healing from the gun wound, he wouldn’t get far. And if a walker got him, he wouldn’t have much fight in him”.
“My baby!” Lori cried out in agony. “We need to send out search groups, he couldn’t have gone far”. Everyone agreed with Rick. “And with some luck we might find Sophia as well” Daryl nodded at Carol. She smiled back.
The sun had set and the night was creeping closer. (Y/N) had set up an alert system around the small camp they built for the night. Barb wire around them with empty cans tied up. They would rattle if a walker came close and waking them up. It was how (Y/N) had been sleeping every night.
“Go to sleep, I’ll look out for walkers” (Y/N) said leaned back against a tree. She had laid down her sleeping bag that he could use. “I wont fall asleep” Carl complained. “Try”.
“Can you tell me a story” She looked at him weird. “Aren’t you a bit old for fairy tales?”
“Not fairy tales, stories about your life, from before this?” She still looked at him weirdly. “My mom used to tell me stories from her collage days so I could fall asleep when I was younger. Can you please?” When he looked at her with those poppy eyes, (even though it was hard to see with only their small campfire as a light source), who could say no?
“Okay kid, one story than you go to sleep. Deal?” He nodded “What do you want to know?”
“You are engaged right, how was the proposal?” She giggled at the memory but started to tell about the best day of her life:
“Daryl! What are we doing here?” She was a bit frustrated as the redneck pulled her along the streets. It was midday and pretty damn hot. She pulled down her dress skirt as the wind picked up. “Have some patience’ damn woman” She giggled at his bruteness. One of the things she loved about the man, one of many. When they stopped in front of a new bookshop, he could see the hearts in her eyes. “I dint know they opened a new bookshop here!” She exclaimed. “Saw it last night and thought you might like it” Lies. He had known they were opening here for the past month, doing everything in his power to make sure you dint know. They actually had opening night a week ago.
Now it was her turn to drag him along. It surprised her to see the shop empty, seeing as the streets were pretty full. But she didn’t think much of it. Running between shelves after shelves, the one book in hand turning into two, than four and now finally six books. But when she turned around, all the books fell too the floor. Because there before her was her lovely boyfriend, down on one knee with a ring between his fingers. “Oh my god” She whispered into the silent shop. As if on cue, the speakers played her favourite song.
“(Y/N) (L/N), you are the love of my life. And I just want to be your man’ for the rest of your life. And, shit you know I aint’ good with my emotions, but when I’m with ya’ it seems so easy. Shit, I’m messing it all up” He was stumbling over his own words, clearly forgetting a pre-rehearsed speech. “no, please continue” tears were forming in her eyes. “I love ya’ (Y/N), my Sunshine. You book crazy mad woman. I love everything about ya’. So, will ya’ marry me?” He was ready for a rejection, ready to see her walk out of his life forever. But she didn’t.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes” Tears were streaming down her face. He stood up and kissed her. His arm wrapping around her waist, bending her down a bit so he could kiss her more passionately. Like in the movies. They only broke off so he could slip the ring on her finger, it fit her perfectly.
“Did he rent out the bookshop?” Carl asked, clearly very invested. “Yeah, cost him way too much, but he didn’t care. That idiot was never good with money” She giggled at the memories. “What about after, what did you guys do?”
“Nah nah nah, the deal was one story than you go to sleep. I can tell you more tomorrow”. Carl huffed in annoyance but turned around in the sleeping bag. “Good night”
“Good night Carl”.
“Rick, it’s been a whole night! Where is he?” Lori was completely lost; she hadn’t slept all night. To worried about where her son was. “What if his trapped, oh god! What if those walkers got him?”
“We can’t think like that! He is fine. He has to be” Rick did everything he could to try and look confident and comfort his wife, but the worry was eating him up as well. The same thoughts were running through his head as well. Those terrible images of his baby boy being ripped apart by the walkers.
“Okay, open your mouth” Carl did as instruct and tried to catch the berry she threw into his mouth. She missed, but only with an inch! “You suck!” Carl teased her. “Hey! I’m not the one with a tiny mouth!” She teased back. “Alright, lets start walking big man”. He nodded and helped her clean up the camp. “Can I ask a question?” The boy asked as they continued to walk. “Sure”
“What happened between you and your fiancée? Why aren’t you together now?”
She took a deep breath. “When the outbreak happened, we weren’t together. He was off god know where with his brother, probably bailing him out or something-” Carl looked at her questioning, “That’s another story. But yeah, we weren’t together. I was at campus and that turned into a mess, I lots a lot of friends there. Mass panic and everybody evacuated. I and a couple of other students bunkered up a dorm room. Living of the instant noodles and beer we found. That lasted maybe 4 days. So, we left and split off, I wanted to go into the woods, where he would be and the rest wanted to go to back to Atlanta. And since than I have been looking for him. Living in the woods like a mad man.” Tears started to form in her eyes when she relived the horrible times at the campus.
“Sorry I asked”. He looked down. “Its alright” She smiled at him. “What were you studying?”
“Heh, literature. Not much help in the apocalypse, I guess”.
“Than how did you learn to use the bow and hunt?”
“He taught me” She smiled at the memory, and thanked him desperately for teaching her:
“Why do I need to learn this? I live in the city, I will never hunt or live in the woods!” Daryl just scuffed at her and placed the bow he bought in her hands. He had brought her out to the woods after her classes to teach her hunting. “ya’ need to be able to fend for yourself and feed yourself” She just looked him with a raise brow, but eventually gave in. “Fine, fine. Teach me”. A smirk played out on his face, happy with his little victory. Truth be told, he needed to know that you could fend for yourself and be independent, in and out of the city. It eased him at night, in a weird way. “Why cant I learn the crossbow like you?”
“First bow, than crossbow. Alright Sunshine’”
Shoooo! The arrow flew through the air and hit the squirl in the head. “Score!” (Y/N) exclaimed. She fastened the squirrel two her belt, joining the five others she had shot. “We eating good tonight!” Carl looked at the squirrels with a lot of scepticisms. “What? Don’t tell me you’re a picky eater”
“No, it just looks so weird like that” They bickered back and front while they walked in the direction, they thought the farm was inn. They had changed their direction a couple of times, hoping to get closer and see sign of life.
They had spent the entire day walking, and as the night came closer they found a spot to camp up. Carl set up the wires while (Y/N) started a fire to cook the squirrels. While they ate, Carl told her about his family and the people they were in the camp with. “What the hell! You got shot?!”
“Yeah!” Carl had a proud grin on his face, finally having something that made him look cool. “Shit, man your tougher than me if you can bounce back like that”. He laughed and continued to brag about the experience. It was a nice conversation. He talked a bunch about his family, mostly about his dad. Clearly his hero. But than he mentioned a familiar name.
“Wait! Daryl? Daryl with a crossbow?” Carl just nodded. “Does he have a west with angel wings? Brother named Merle?” When Carl nodded again. Tears started to from in her eyes. She was going to be reunited with Daryl, her Daryl. He was alive. That night when Carl finally fell asleep, her mind wandered to all the amazing memories with the man.
It was cold in the room. The window was wide open and letting the moonshine lighting up the small bedroom. (Y/N) and Daryl was huddled together for warmth on the bed. It had been an long night. From a failed date after the place Daryl wanted to take her to was closed, she got catcalled which ended up with her having to drag Daryl of the stranger. And when they got home, he showed her his scars. She was the first romantic partner he had ever shown. The night ended with their naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, while both worked to please the other. It was their first night together, her first night with anyone. When they lied down together basking in the aftermath of their climax, it was one of the happiest times in her life. He wrapped his arms around her and puller her on top of him. Her head resting on his chest, with his arms wrapped around her, caressing her back with one hand, the other squeezing her thigh. “I love ya Sunshine”.
“(Y/N)!”
“(Y/N)! Wake up!” Carl shook her awake. “What’s happening” She immediately reached for her bow and charged it ahead of her, ready to attack any enemy that threatened them. “I can see the farm!” The night had made it harder to see a head of them, but now that the sun was lighting up the world, they could see the farm a head of them. (Y/N) realised her bow and the breath she was holding. They packed up the camp at record time, both wanting to reach the farm as quickly as possible. The walk over to the farm was quiet. When they reached the outcast of the woods, a voice stopped them from going any further.
“Well, well, well, look at that. Do you guys see this fine piece of ass” A man walked out from behind a tree with a gun raised at them both. Three other guys came out, all with their weapons raised. “Sure do boss. Haven’t seen a woman this fine in what feels like ages. I’m just aching to be inside of her”.
(Y/N) placed herself protectively in front of Carl. “What do you guys want? Our food, weapons? You can have that, just leave us alone” Her voice trembled a little afraid of what they will do to them. “Oh, we don’t need your left overs or those teeth pickers you call knifes, no baby. We want something different” He grabbed his crotch when he said the last part. “Carl, run”.
“What? I cant leave-” “Carl! Run!” One of the guys tackled her down. Holding her down on the ground. “Get the kid” The boss said to the guy closest to Carl. “RUN!” She shouted before her mouth was covered. Carl finally ran away, when the guy ordered to catch him started to run after him.
When he made it out of the forest and ran across the fields to the farm, he started to shout out for help. “MOM! DAD!”.
“Do you guys hear that?” Glenn asked the group as they sat around planning the move for the day. “That’s Carl” Lori ran towards the field and saw her son running across it being chased by a stranger.
“Carl!” All the guys saw it too and started to run to Carl. The guy chasing him, saw the men running towards him and turned around to warn the others. “Carl!” Rick finally got to hug his son after being missing for 3 days. But the hug was cut short when Carl pushed free. “We need to head back, (Y/N), the girl that helped me is back there and the guys are attacking her!” He pulled his fathers hand and started to move back to the woods, but Daryl stopped him.
“(Y/N), as in (Y/N) (L/N)?” When Carl nodded Daryl took off and ran towards the forest. The others followed, but this time Carl was pushed back behind them. When they got closer they could hear her voice yelling for them to get off. They reached the area Daryl did not hesitate to shoot the guys around her, holding her down while the main guy was cutting up her clothes. When she got her hands free, she leaped on the last guy and grabbed her knife they had forgotten to remove from her belt. When he was pushed to the ground she didn’t hesitate to stab him in the chest. She didn’t stop after one, two three or four. Blood splashed on her face and torned shirt. Her hands were covered in blood.
Rick took a step forward, but stepped on a twig that snaped in two. She leaped up and raised the knife up, ready to protect herself against another attacker. But when she saw Daryl standing there, she dropped the knife. Sobs wracked through her body and she took a stumbling step forward. Daryl closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He didn’t care that she was covered in blood, just happy that she was safe. She was alive.
Her knees buckled and she fell down, taking him with her. They were both on their knees holding each other and crying into each other’s necks. Right now, nobody else mattered. Not Rick, Glenn or Shane who was staring at the scene in front of them. Not the bodies of her attackers lying around them. No one. Only them as they held each other for the first time. It seemed as Carl had led her back to her family just as much as she had helped him back to his.
A/N: Part 2 is out! You can read it here : Part 2
Please ignore any spelling mistakes as English is not my first language :)
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Stay (Shane Walsh/Reader)
Summary: You think you’re saving yourself by leaving the group, but when Shane tracks you down, you realize you needed him all along.
Word Count: 2.7k
Author’s Note: I meant for this to be a drabble, but it did not turn out that way. :/
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You didn't realize you were planning on leaving the group until you were already gone.
It seemed like the group was constantly falling apart. First Merle went missing, presumed dead, which wasn't such a huge loss in your opinion. But then the group just kept losing people. Amy and Jim were lost to walkers while Morales decided to take his family and try their luck somewhere else. Jacqui opted out and Sophia was lost in the woods. And then Carl got shot.
The only thing the group seemed to have gained was Rick Grimes and you weren't entirely convinced that it was an even trade.
You were tired of losing the people you were starting to consider family. Surviving with the group was one thing, but you had become entwined in their lives as well. You knew Carl's favorite color and that Daryl wasn't a big fan of small-talk, but he seemed to enjoy someone's silent presence while he dressed and skinned the results of a successful day's hunt. You knew Glenn was in love with Hershel’s eldest daughter and that T-Dog secretly hated green peas.
You were becoming invested in their lives, but you didn’t know how much longer those lives would last. Death seemed to literally be around every corner, just waiting to snatch away someone else with greedy fingers and hungry moans.
You couldn't stomach watching Carol fall apart every night since the fate of her daughter was unknown. Add to that watching Carl, the kid who usually had a smile for everyone in the group, pale and defenseless from a gunshot wound, and you just couldn't take it anymore. You didn't want to watch the group divide and splinter with each passing day. You had reached your limit.
So, while you didn't mean to leave, it ended up being what you needed.
You told the group you were going for a walk and by the time you noticed you were a couple of miles away from the Greene farm, you realized you had no intention of turning back.
It was oddly freeing to know the only person you had to count on now was yourself. If you died, then that was your fault. If you were killed, then there would be no one to mourn you. You were cutting ties and saving yourself and the group any potential emotional damage.
You knew it was selfish to just wander off and never come back. You knew they would assume you were dead or worse. But you couldn't keep forging bonds just to have them get abruptly cut off every time the group faced a problem.
It took you a while to adapt. You had been lucky enough to leave with a machete and a hunting knife for protection. You had learned enough from watching Daryl that you could catch something to eat if you had to, but you had to admit that your supplies were running alarmingly low.
The backpack you had taken with you only had half a salvaged bottle of water and a granola bar. You didn't want to have to scavenge, but you knew it was your only option. You couldn't risk letting hunger or dehydration weaken you when you were constantly fearing and fighting for your life.
You lucked out by finding an abandoned convenience store on an otherwise desolate stretch of highway. You were sure you would be able to spot any walkers around for miles and if you were really lucky, then you could get in and out without any problems.
You made sure to keep your knife at the ready as you did a quick perimeter check. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was just the slightest bit off and while you knew you should probably listen to your gut instinct to leave, you couldn't really afford another night with minimal water and food.
You were glad to see that the store wasn't picked clean. You found a few sports drinks and canned items to add to your collection of supplies. There was an itch just under your skin that warned you to hurry up, so you quickly swiped a few candy bars from the meager offerings. It was as you were closing up your backpack that you heard it.
The sound of shuffling footsteps.
And they were heading right for you.
You lowered your backpack to the floor and whirled around, ready to kill the walker creeping up on you.
You thought you would be greeted with the sight of decaying flesh and starving, grasping fingers. Instead, you were surprised to see...
"Shane? What the hell are you doing here?"
Shane offered you a rueful grin, his hands up to show he wasn't a threat. "Well, I'm not a tracker like Dixon, but I did alright, didn't I?"
You frowned at him, your hand slowly lowering so you weren't quite pointing your knife in his direction. "Why were you tracking me in the first place?"
Shane shrugged his shoulders before he feigned interest in the shelf next to him. He reached out to pick up a lone packet of ramen and studied it. "You were one of the only ones with any damn sense. I figured if you were making a run for it, then I might as well find out why."
You shook your head, not knowing what to think. You had never really been close to Shane, but you appreciated what he brought to the group. He was a bit too ruthless, but you knew he would do absolutely anything to protect the people he cared about. That protection always covered the group to an extent, but you noticed only a few people seem to be the main focus of it.
"What about Carl?" You couldn't help but wonder, taking note of his grimace. "And Lori? Rick?"
Shane let out a humorless chuckle, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "Seems like I wasn't going to be missed all that much for at least a few days. So, I reckoned I'd come after you."
You quirked an eyebrow at him before finally reaching for your backpack on the floor. "How'd you know I wasn't dead?"
"You’re smarter than that, Y/N," Shane pointed out with a smirk. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt."
"Thanks," you muttered before you brushed past him. "You've seen I'm alive for yourself, so you can head back to the farm now."
"Thought I'd stick around for a bit," Shane offered as he moved to follow you. "Came here on foot and it was a long journey. I'm not too eager to make it again."
You glanced at him over your shoulder before you sighed. The reason you left the group was so that you wouldn't have to worry about anyone else. With Shane here, you could already feel that persistent need to make sure he was safe creeping back in.
When you got outside, you noticed Shane stop briefly to scoop up a duffel bag, before he followed after you. "So, you got a plan? Know where you're going?"
"Not at all," you answered honestly as you glanced around to make sure you weren't going to be surprised by any walkers.
You heard Shane huff out an amused breath, but he dutifully followed you when you took off in the direction of the woods on the other side of the highway.
You kept expecting Shane to leave. He had checked on you, made sure you were fine, so why was he still sticking around?
As days passed and you got used to having Shane around every hour of the day and night, you started to realize a few things about him.
He had a devious nature about him, but he was also kind and caring. He seemed to notice little things that you would have never thought important. He fully expected for you to take care of yourself, but he always had your back. He was playful and all-too-serious in turns, but he never made you feel like you couldn’t trust him.
You weren't sure when it happened, but you found yourself looking forward to nightfall. With walkers around, night could mean low visibility and lethal surprises, but it also meant you got to see a softer side of Shane.
Instead of spending your nights fearing the dead, you found a solace in Shane you had never experienced before. He seemed to unwind when it was just the two of you in the quiet of the night.
Whenever a chill swept in, you would risk a small fire for warmth. You would sit huddled together, seeking heat from the fire and each other, and Shane would talk.
He told you about his former days as a sheriff's deputy. He recounted tales from his days in high school when he would prank his principal or get into trouble with Rick. He confessed to his affair with Lori and how it tore him up to be away from Carl. He told you about his slow falling out with most of the group in the days after your departure.
Hearing his voice in the otherwise silent night was what started to carry you through the day.
You started craving his company during those quiet, intimate moments when it started to truly feel like you were the last two people alive.
You assumed Shane still planned on going back to the group. It didn't seem to matter to him that the both of you were traveling farther away from the Greene farm. He missed Carl and was still pining away for Lori. Of course he was going to go back to them. How could you possibly compare?
It didn't take you long to realize you would miss him when he finally decided to leave you.
There was a day, only a couple of weeks after Shane found you, when it seemed like there was a group of walkers everywhere you turned.
"Must be getting close to a city," Shane guessed as he reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow. He frowned at the grime and dried walker blood on his arms. "We should find somewhere to wash up."
You quirked an eyebrow at him, silently challenging him to find you a place to take a decent bath. With no home base, it wasn't like you had steady access to a water source. You got so desperate just a week ago that you bathed during a downpour and pretended it was a shower. It made you miss the few moments you got to enjoy the relative comfort and safety of the CDC before Jenner blew it up.
"Come on," he coaxed as he nodded a bit off the path. "Bet I can find us some place before it gets too late."
You frowned up at the slowly darkening sky before you conceded with a sigh.
To your delight, Shane managed to lead you towards a small creek.
"It's not much, but it'll do the job," Shane said before he started to strip out of his shirt. You noticed he kept his underwear on once he took off for the water. He had a bar of soap in one hand and your machete in the other as he carefully stepped around rocks and twigs. "Come on, Y/N. Not much daylight left to find us a shelter," he reminded you before he waded into the water.
You couldn't help but watch him for a moment before you sighed and made sure you couldn't spot any walkers. You were always worried they would catch you at your most vulnerable moment and stripped down to just your underwear with only Shane to back you up seemed like a bad idea. But, you realized as you stepped cautiously into the water, you trusted Shane with your life. If he thought it was a good idea, then you were going to take him at his word.
You heard Shane chuckle and when you glanced up, it was to notice he was considering you from just a few feet away.
"Come on, girl. It's not like I'm gonna bite. You've been getting pretty rank these past couple of days. You need to wash off more than I do."
You caught the smirk on his face and the way his eyes twinkled with mirth.
"Fuck you, Shane," you muttered before you glanced down to the water circling your thighs. You tipped your head back up to look at him, raising an eyebrow, before you slowly reached down to cup some water in your hands.
"Oh, no you don't, girl," Shane quipped as he took a few steps away from you. "Don't even think about it."
You couldn't help the pleased grin on your face as you flung the water in his direction. It didn't quite have the impact you wanted, but it seemed to set off a few carefree moments with Shane in which you both splashed each other relentlessly with water.
Shane finally conceded defeat when you managed to catch him off-guard and dunk him under the water.
"Uncle, uncle," Shane cried when he resurfaced. He spat out a mouthful of water and shook his head. "You've got a mean streak to you, do you know that?"
"I was the youngest kid," you told him as you finally moved to scrub off the dirt clinging stubbornly to your arms. "I had to learn how to fight for myself."
"Huh," Shane breathed as he followed your lead and started getting clean as well. "Didn't know that about you."
You shrugged your shoulders, offering him a helpless grin. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
"I guess that's true," Shane remarked before he started slowly making his way back towards the shore. "We should probably head on," he added as he moved towards his discarded pile of clothes. "It's going to be dark soon."
You sighed, knowing he was right, before you joined in him getting redressed. You hated the way your clothes stuck to you, but you didn't have the luxury of waiting to dry off. You had to find some kind of shelter if you could before night fell.
Later, as you sat close to Shane and tried to soak in the warmth from the fire, you couldn't help but think back on the past couple of weeks with him.
You thought you were better off alone, but you realized you needed him.
Who was going to make you smile or laugh while you were fighting for your life every day? Who was going to watch your back or distract you with tales of his former glory days? Who was going to push you to walk just a bit farther when it seemed like you'd never want to walk again? Who was going to remind you that there was still life out there among the dead?
Shane. It was only Shane.
You couldn't handle the thought of him leaving you anymore. If he left, then you would spend the rest of your days thinking about him and missing him.
You found yourself reaching out for his hand and tangling your fingers together. You felt him startle as he glanced to you in surprise.
"Y/N?"
His voice was so soft and wondering that you couldn't help the hopeful smile you offered him.
"Stay?"
For one disheartening moment, you thought he was going to disagree. He was quiet for just a beat too long before a pleased grin slowly formed on his face.
"I didn't plan on going anywhere without you," he assured you before he squeezed your hand.
You couldn't help but watch him as he turned back towards the fire, feeling a little breathless and awestruck.
When Shane didn't let go of your hand, you found yourself thinking that maybe there was more to the apocalypse than simply surviving. Maybe forging and keeping a connection wasn't the worst thing you could possibly do. You had been so terrified of losing all you held dear, but with Shane at your side and his warmth pressed along your side chasing away the evening chill, you knew you instead gained everything you needed.
And you were going to hold onto that for as long as you possibly could.
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The Truck - ep. 08 - Georgia
Summary: You stop by on break to visit Daryl at the auto shop. The Jeep is almost done being repaired.
A/N: I think basically I’m writing an even slower burn than last time.
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“I think ya ain’t as smart as ya tell me ya are,” Daryl joked as he caught sight of you walking into Dale’s Autobody shop, still in your uniform from the diner. Three days after Christmas and you’d been working as many hours as Patricia would give you. Both you and your mom trying to stay away from the house and each other as much as possible.
“I most definitely am. Why?” You asked, ducking your head down into the car he was working on when he sat down in the front seat. A newer model Nissan he’d been cursing since the owner brought it in.
“Cause I tell ya all the time not ta come in here and where are ya?” He asked, looking over at you.
“It’s not my fault, Axel said you said you’re almost done my baby.” You teased. Axel had told you over ordering his lunch that Daryl had mentioned to T-Dog that he was nearly done the work on the Jeep. Took a while, he had lamented, but he was finally, almost done. “Heard you’re glad to be rid of me.”
“Ain’t what I said,” he replied, “said I was glad ta be rid a that fucking jeep. Pain in my ass.”
“Now I know you’re talking about me.”
Daryl’s expression changed for a brief second, eyes fixing on the faint pink lines on your cheek. Barely noticeable but they hadn’t been there before Christmas. “What happened?” He tapped his finger against the same spot on his face to indicate what he was asking about.
“Just a cat scratch. Hershel’s got a couple to keep the mice away and I couldn’t resist trying to pet one.”
“They’re nasty creatures…yer lucky he didn’t take yer whole face off.” He replied, climbing back out of the car again. “Ya on break?”
You shook your head, “I picked up a shift from Amy, I got an hour to kill before I start for her.”
“Ain’t I lucky.”
“So, is my car really almost fixed?” You asked. You pulled the rolling stool over from the work bench and sat down, spinning once.
“Just about.” He replied.
Daryl hated to admit it but he’d been dragging his feet on the project and when he realized that he was nearing completion and your car would be fixed he was half tempted to break it all over again. Sure, you liked stopping in now, chatting him up before or after a shift, bumming rides, showing up at his house to spend your afternoons sitting under the car park. But once the car was fixed you wouldn’t need him to entertain you anymore. You could go to your friends houses or anywhere really, but you didn’t have to hang out with him. He wasn’t going to tell you yet but he’d let it slip to T-Dog and once one of them knew they practically broadcast it.
“You working late?” You asked, wheeling yourself over next to him.
“Why, ya don’t know anyone else with a car?”
“Why bother them when I have you?” You tilted your head back to look up at him and smile. You looked like a little kid with your eyes closed and a smile wide enough that he could see all your teeth.
He rolled his eyes at you and reached over, swiping his greasy finger down your nose and making you jump suddenly at the contact. Your eyes opened and you slid back against the car. “Careful ya don’t scratch her.”
“Did you rub grease on my nose!” You whined, trying to rub it off with the back of your hand but only making more of a mess.
Daryl shrugged, “ain’t nice ta tease.”
“Do you have a bathroom here?”
He pointed toward the back of the shop and you got up, headed for the bathroom to wipe the grease off your face.
In truth Daryl wasn’t the only one who wasn’t looking forward to the car being fixed. Your throat felt like it dropped into your stomach when Axel told you that Daryl was almost finished the car. It sent you thinking...if Daryl told Axel did that mean he was glad it was almost finished? Was he looking forward to having you out of his hair finally? You scrubbed the grease off your face and frowned at your reflection. You didn’t want this to end.
“So, ya need a ride later?” Daryl asked once you came out of the bathroom.
“Yeah if you don’t mind.” You replied.
“Nah,” he shrugged as if he was indifferent toward driving you home, “ain’t got nothing better ta do.”
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You hung around a little while longer before you headed back to the diner for work. The whole night you felt distracted by Axel’s news from earlier. You were desperate to get some advice from Maggie but there wasn’t much she could offer, Glenn didn’t need any persuading to be madly in love with her. They’d been together since the 6th grade winter dance and there was no doubt in your mind that nothing, not even Hershel’s stupid rules, could keep them apart.
Glenn and Maggie were the exception to the rule. Daryl wasn’t tripping over himself to profess his love for you. Half the time you weren’t even totally sure that he liked you. There were glimpses of something that might’ve been something but trust you to choose someone so hard to read. You spent the whole dinner rush trying to think up less costly ways to spend time with him that wouldn’t annoy him or make him feel like you were some stupid kid. The word kid alone was not necessarily something you wanted him to associate with you.
The idea sparked when he pulled up outside at the end of your shift, parking his truck by the door. You ignored Lori’s comment about Dixon’s being bad news. She ‘went to school with him’ and somehow that had made her the only reputable source on him, at least in her mind. Coupled with the fact that it was Daryl driving you home you were just happy to be done work.
“I hate the dinner rush,” you complained as you pulled the door shut and leaned against the seat. “This lady bitched me out over the table having a mark in it, meanwhile her kids were dunking every fucking sugar packet, jam packet, and salt packet into their cups of water and then splashing them all over the table!”
“Musta really boiled yet blood if it’s got ya cursing.”
“I can curse.”
“I’m sure ya can.” He teased.
You pouted, arms crossed over your chest as you slumped in the seat and Daryl reached over, jabbing you gently with his fingers against your side when he stopped at a streetlight. You laughed from the sudden sensation and pushed his hand away.
“I’m not allowed to curse at home but I can curse.” You insisted and he only shook his head, smiling.
“Think yer a little too sweet ta be hanging around me.”
“Nonsense. I like hanging out with you.” You replied, “which reminds me-“
“Yeah, what now?”
“How would you feel about teaching me some basic car stuff? I don’t know anything about cars and I’d really like to learn.”
It was the plan that had finally occurred to you halfway through your shift. You didn’t know the first thing about changing oil or fixing a tire. Hell, you couldn’t even fill it with air if you wanted to.
“Yer dad never teach ya how ta handle a car?”
“No, I don’t even know how to put windshield washer in it.”
“A’right, I’ll teach ya. After I finish working on yer car.” He replied. You had only been considering yourself when you formulated your master plan but Daryl couldn’t help the brief flutter of excitement that he felt thinking you’d decided to ask him to help. Even if it was just so you could navigate the basics it still meant that you would willingly be spending more time with him.
“Seriously?” You asked, smiling over at him.
“Yeah, why not? Ya should know how ta fix yer car.” He replied, “simple stuff…still gotta make money.”
“I might get so good I’ll steal your business.” You replied.
“Sure ya could.” He pulled up where he always did, your house visible from his spot parking along the sidewalk. It was dark, just the post lantern by the front of the driveway on. “Yer parents ain’t home?” No cars were in the driveway.
“My mom’s already left for work.” You shrugged, opening the door to the truck.
“She be gone all night?”
“I can stay by myself, promise.” You laughed to make a joke of it but you usually spent the night in the living room, talking to Tara or Maggie until they eventually went to sleep. You hated being home alone.
“I ain’t got anywhere ta be.” Daryl shrugged, offering some company.
“You don’t mind staying?”
The inside of your house was exactly what Daryl had expected. A far cry from the worn down, dirty home that he lived in with his father, this was pristine. As if no one had ever sat on the furniture or lived in the house. There weren’t any family pictures but there was Christian art in its place. Tasteful, Martha Stewart-esque Christmas decorations were highlighted through out the living room and kitchen, both spotless.
Daryl pulled a face at the décor at you laughed, “my mom went on a pier one kick a few years ago trying to outdo the Walshs.”
“Can’t complain, it’s nicer than mine ever was.” He replied, looking over the table top tree, “yer dad at work too?”
“No. I mean, he’s away. Visiting family.” You said, heading into the kitchen, “my mom works overnight at the hospital, she’s been doing a lot doubles lately though. I’ll be right out, I’m gonna change!”
Daryl nodded but didn’t say anything, flicking on the rest of the living room lights to get a better look at the room. The only pictures that weren’t nature landscapes or birds were on the mantle. A church directory photo of you and your parents from this year and your senior portrait, the traditional black off the shoulder look with a rose in your hand.
“I hate that picture,” you complained as you came back into the room. “I look hideous.”
“Don’t think that’s possible but I ain’t gonna argue.” Daryl replied. “Least I ain’t the only one who don’t have family pictures up.”
“My mom hates candid pictures. She’d never hang them up.” You settled on the couch and watched as Daryl walked back to the door to kick his shoes off. “I don’t have beer but there’s soda in the fridge.”
“I ain’t ever drinking beer ‘round you again. Yer a terrible influence. Ain’t Glenn Hershel should be worried ‘bout.” Daryl teased, coming over to sit beside you.
“What? No! I am not a bad influence!” You laughed, “I’ve never done anything wrong in my whole life.”
“I been witness to a few things.”
“No one will believe you.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” He said, thinking briefly that no one would even believe he was here right now, sitting your house with you while you clicked through channels. He’d be hard pressed to convince them that you had even bummed a cigarette off him, especially if they saw the sweet looking church photo of you with your parents.
“So what kind of car things will you teach?” You asked, ignoring the channel you’d chosen and turning more toward Daryl.
“What kinda car things ya need ta learn?”
“Everything but how to drive?” You replied, biting your lip.
“Well I ain’t seen ya drive so I can’t cross it off the list just yet.”
“I’m a good driver.”
“Yeah? You working tomorrow morning?” He asked, looking back toward the TV.
“No, I’ve got off.”
“Alright, I gotta pick up my check in Woodbury, I’ll let you drive me for once.”
“In my Jeep?”
“Hell no, ya ain’t getting in that thing ‘fore it’s fixed. You can drive the truck.” He replied. The truck was his brother Merle’s originally but Merle was in jail and he hadn’t spent the last three years fixing every inch of it to have it running like new. It might’ve been Merle’s to begin with but that old Chevy was Daryl’s pride and joy. He didn’t let anyone get behind the wheel, not even Rick or T-Dog, but he was offering it up to you.
“I’ll be the best driver you’ve ever seen.”
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The New World; Series Pt 2
Okay so this is my first time writing a fic and obviously will be my first series but I’ve just rewatched TWD for like the 17th time and my obsession with Daryl has reached new levels. I hope that it isn’t too shit and that you guys actually read/like it. Thank you in advance for baring with my average writing but I mean, how else will I learn? Anyway, enjoy!
Sonia x
Set pre to early season 1, back story for when the world ended.
Part 2 of ??
Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger hot headed sister. When Rick gets shot and falls into a coma, Y/N’s world ends. Y/N Finds herself at a quarry near Atlanta with her nephew carl, sister in law Lori and her best friend Glenn where she meets her new family including the equally hot headed redneck Daryl Dixon. Over time Y/N and Daryl begin to form a friendship, finally allowing one another to open up to someone and maybe finding someone they can actually love.
Warnings! Slowish burn but the feels are there from the start, swearing, A little angst.
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This part focuses more on Season 1 Episode 3 ‘Tell it to the frogs’ We have a little reunion and start to explore Daryl and y/n’s relationship a bit more. - Sorry in advance if there are any errors, I didn’t really edit it properly
Like every morning, you were woken up by the sounds of your friends talking outside and the morning light forcing your eyes open. You rose, got dressed and stepped out of your tent your heart jumping when a big figure grabbed your shoulder suddenly, without warning.
“Jesus fucking christ, Daryl. A little heads up that you’re behind me next time? Shit.”
The ends of his lips curled into a small smile that made your stomach flip with butterflies. The power this man had over you already was immense. “M’ goin’ huntin’, shouldn’t be too long. Let Merle know if he gets back.” And with that, he was gone, not even giving you a chance to respond, his crossbow over his shoulder, hastily making his way into the woods. You couldn’t help but stare until his figure finally disappeared among the trees.
You looked over and saw Carl getting his haircut by Lori. He locked eyes with you and mumbled a plea for help. You shook your head and laughed at his suffering face. Catching on to the end of their conversation, you sat down next to Shane who was cleaning his gun.
“Frogs, plural”
“Why do we need ‘Frogs, plural?’” Carl questioned
You zoned out for a second, looking off in the direction Daryl had headed. Your mind suddenly racing. What happens if he comes across a walker? What happens if he comes across lots of walkers. Did he have a gun or just his crossbow? Why did he go alone?
“What do you think, Y/N?” Shane’s voice broke you from your silent panic.
You just stared at him for a second and he read your confusion, he knew you had a habit of zoning out. “Cajun style kermit legs, what do you think?”
“Oh, gross. No thanks.” Your face contorted with the thought of eating frog legs cooked by Shane. “You can keep your frog legs, I’d rather eat dirt.”
Your conversation was halted by the sudden sound of a car alarm.
“What the fuck?” You questioned, your eyes focusing on Shane.
“Talk to me, Dale?” Shane leapt from his seat and made his way over to the RV
You stood next to Shane, your arms crossed protectively across your chest.
The car sped up the hill suddenly screeching to a halt, Glenn climbing out of the drivers seat instantly being hounded by questions and yelling.
“My sister, is she okay?” Amy asked glenn over and over.
“Yes, she’s fine, everybody is. Merle not so much.”
Your stomach dropped quickly at the thought of Merle not being okay. What would you tell Daryl?
You turned and shuffled quickly towards your tent, climbing inside and finding your water bottle. You sat down for a few minutes, taking steady drinks. Poor Daryl you thought to yourself. You knew what it was like to lose a brother. You were drawn from your thoughts by the sound of a truck pulling up. Exiting your tent again you made your way over to Lori and Carl, placing your hands on the boys shoulders.
Everyone was reuniting and for a second, everyone was happy. You felt Carl’s shoulders begin to shake as he started sobbing. Lori knelt down and comforted him as he cried again for his dad.
“How’d y’all get out of there anyway?” Shane asked
“New guy, he got us out”
“Hey helicopter boy, come say hello. Guy’s a cop, just like you.”
You looked up at Morales’s words and felt your knees turn in. Tears filled your eyes as he stood there in front of you.
“Holy shit” was all that came out of your mouth before you saw carl running past you
“Dad!”
You’ve never seen the boy run so fast as Rick pulled him to the ground in a hug. Picking him up and walking to Lori. Your heart swelling with love as he let go of them and his eyes found you.
“Oh my God.” He uttered as he grabbed you and you finally allowed your knees to drop. He held you up as he hugged you, tighter than you have ever hugged before. You had him back. The only thing that could keep you calm. Your big brother was alive.
That night you sat around a fire and listened to Rick talk about his experience. Waking up in the hospital only to find the world had fallen apart. They spoke about Merle, how he was handcuffed to a roof in Atlanta, how T-Dogg had dropped the key, how they would have to tell Daryl.
You couldn’t think about it anymore, you pushed yourself off he ground and leaned down, placing a kiss on Carl’s forehead and hugging your brother one more time for the day.
You walked over to your tent and went to sleep for the night. As usual, the only thing on your mind was Daryl but tonight, it wasn’t the usual thoughts of what it would be like if you were together. Tonight they were thoughts flooded with worry.
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You scrambled for your clothes in the morning, pulling on some blue jeans and a black tee, pushing your way out of your tent and over to your group. The sudden sound of screaming had you running before you could even register what it was, pulling your knife from its sheath you sprinted towards the sound.
“Carl?” You yelled, Lori’s voice followed yours with the same question as she and rick ran behind you.
Lori grabbed him, “Nothing bit you, nothing scratched you?”
You ran with rick and the others to the source of the screaming. A lone walker feasting on a big deer. A deer with bolts in its side. The men began to beat the walker, forcing it to the ground before Dale cut its head off.
Sudden rustling drew you from your thoughts as you watched the bush intently.
“Son of a bitch, that’s my deer” the southern drawl all too familiar. “Look at it all gnawed on by this, filthy, disease bearin’, motherless, poxy bastard.”
You followed him back into the camp as he yelled out for his brother, “Merle! Get your ugly ass out here, got us some squirrels”
“Daryl, slow up a bit, I need to talk to you” with the words that Shane said, your stomach began to churn.
“Bout what?”
“Bout Merle, there was a problem in Atlanta.”
“He dead?” Daryl asked, you could see the panic etching his face slowly.
“Not sure.” Shane answered
“He either is or he ain’t” obvious venom dripped from his words as he stared at Shane, waiting for his next answer.
Your eyes turned to Rick as he stepped in suddenly, “no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Rick Grimes”
“Rick Grimes” Daryl mocked “You got something you wanna tell me?”
“Your brother was a danger to us all so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked to a piece of metal”
Before you knew it, things escalated. Daryl threw the squirrels and pulled out a knife.
Within seconds the knife was on the floor and Shane had daryl in a choke hold. You couldn’t control yourself and you threw yourself at Shane, hitting his back, “Let go of him” You were grabbing at his shirt trying to pull him off when Glenn grabbed your arms as you struggled against him.
“Fucking let him go Shane or I’ll cut your fucking hands off.” At this point Glenn was forcing his hand over your mouth to shut you up and you finally complied when Shane let Daryl out of the choke hold.
You stormed off to your tent so you wouldn’t react again. Thoughts raced through your head. Why the hell did you do that, what on earth possessed you? You and Daryl had hardly spoken and yet you were suddenly threatening one of your closest friends just so he would let him go. Get your head on straight Y/N, Daryl’s gonna think you’re a crazy bitch now.
About 30 minutes later, Rick headed over to your tent to check on you, you had calmed down at this point but you were still pissed at Shane. “I’m taking, Daryl, Glenn and T-Dogg back into Atlanta to get Merle.”
“Okay, I’ll come.”
“No, I want you to stay here.”
You snapped “What the hell is with everyone thinking they have say in where I go.”
“I want you here in case something happens, You’ve taken care of Lori and Carl since the start and I need to know you will protect them while I’m gone.”
Your eyes softened as you shot him an apologetic look. “Where’s Daryl?”
“He’s in his tent, packing his bag.”
You squeezed ricks shoulder and found yourself walking to the edge of your camp, to Daryl’s tent.
“Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry about your brother.”
“Why the hell would ya even care? Just leave me be” He was obviously hurt and his tone stung you.
“Geez okay, sorry for checking on you, prick.” You mumbled the last word walking away before his hand grabbed your shoulder, sending chills down your back as he quickly pulled away.
“M’ sorry. Thanks for checking.”
You just looked at him but your face eased out of the scowl you had before hand.
“Why’d ya jump on Shane like that before? I thought that asshole was your friend.”
“Yeah kinda. We grew up together, he Rick and I. He’s just kinda always been a part of my life ya know. When I thought I lost Rick, he became an even bigger part and I think seeing him dismiss your brother like he was nothing riled me up because I know what its like to lose a brother. I was just lucky enough that mine came back somehow.”
Daryl never broke eye contact with you, watching as slight tears stung your eyes when you thought about losing Rick. “You’re gonna find him. He’ll be fine and you’ll bring him back.” He just continued to look at you as his mind raced with thoughts. This was the longest that you two had spoken, you were actually telling him something about yourself and something in his chest felt like it was on fire. You reached out and he flinched slightly, you put your hand carefully on his shoulder. “He’ll be okay Daryl, You’ll be okay.” You gently squeezed as you turned around to head back towards your tent.
You heard him barely whisper “Thanks.”
“Come back in one piece please.” You whispered back, just loud enough that he could hear you and the fire in his chest grew.
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