#thewalkingdead-imagines

[carlplsrailme]

"𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠" | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: as you sit bored in a supermarket with Carl, you both find a written porno and decide to recite it while dying laughing

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: suggestive talk, reference to sex, just fluff!!

request: Can you maybe do a one shot of Carl and reader reading a porno they found on a run and making fun of it or smting (this is my first time requesting something omgurrr)

"don't stop!" you cry out, grinning ear to ear as the flimsy paper rolls off your fingers and onto the slippery floor of the empty supermarket as you bark out laughing

"no- no! it's my turn!" Carl cries out as he reaches for the shiny magazine that's now flung to a different page

you slid down the counter of the checkout where you both are hiding away, well, were hiding away before a porno fell out from the cabinet, most likely from a really bored worker.

Carl flips the pages before landing and scanning through the page you were on, trying to find the place you left off

"ok..umm...oh! you're gonna take everything I give you!" his cheeks blow up with air as he tries to contain his laugh but just ends up laughing harder

"give me that!" you snatch it away from him, clearing your throat as you search for the actress in you

"yes! um.." you look back at the page

"da-...daddy?" your face scrunches up in disgust as carls face goes pale before falling back on the tile, dying as you stare at the words

"who says that?" you ask Carl but he is too busy laughing to tell you

"people- who um-" he chokes a laugh "are into that I guess"

your lip twist in disgust as you turn the page to continue

"uh- UHAAA!" you toss the magazine at him as he jumps back at your reaction

"what? what?" he crawls over to you as you fling your hand in the air

"there are stains on that page" you almost gag as your finger grazed the page and now you want nothing to do with it

"UGH EW!" Carl lunges back from you like you're infected and you look at him betrayed

"I didn't touch it!"

"then why is your hand above your head like you did?" his blue eye squints at you with fake distrust while he has playfulness oozing from all around, you grin as you position yourself to run

"fine then!" you leap and try to spread the infected hand onto him but he runs away, you chase in through isles as he tosses back empty cereal boxes and whatever he can to keep you away from him

"get away from me!" he shrills and you just laugh manically

"what are you two doing?" a gruff voice yells out behind you and you both stop dead in your tracks before turning to see Rick

"um..." you peep

"scavenging?" Carl tries and you snort a laugh and Rick snaps his glare at you

"In the car. both of you."

an: ahh happy one-year of my account guys! i LOVED this request! its always fun to do fluff <33 thank you so much! <3

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[thatonelovingwalker]

Carl Grimes x GN reader

///TW: none💗///

Summary: you see Carl with Judith and wonder if he would want a child of his own.

Walking along the sidewalk lining your neighborhood, you heard the cooing of a baby. You immediately recognized it as Judith. Carl always walked Judith at this time, and you had just recently started walking with them.

You and Carl have been together for about three months now, and Judith has become really close to you.

Her noises got louder as you rounded the corner, and saw that she was patiently waiting for you in her stroller.

“Judith! Good morning,” you told her, letting her grasp at your hands.

You looked up to Carl and saw him looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. As if he saw Christmas lights brightening before him, rapping him in warmth and the feeling of safety.

“Good morning, Carl,” you told him, walking around to give him a peck. He returned it gratefully, taking ahold of your hand.

“Ready?” Was all Carl asked, making you nod.

The three of you started walking, listening to the silence that surrounded you both.

It was quiet for about fifteen minutes, and that was when Judith started to fuss.

“Nap time, Judy?” Carl asked her, circling around to pick her up.

Carl gently cradled Judith in his arms, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was whispering to her, trying to calm her down, and all you could do was watch.

He was so good with kids, especially Judith. Whenever he was with any of the younger members, he treated them as if they were his blood. As if they were his own children. It made you yearn for a normal world. One where it wouldn’t be a life or death decision.

But you knew that if it were to ever happen, whether it’s with you or another, he would be absolutely perfect.

“You’d make a great dad,”

“What?”

Carl turned to you, shock all over his face. He didn’t look upset, but he looked distracted.

And you that was when you realized you said it out loud. You didn’t mean it to slip. It just happened.

Even with his surprised features, he still looked even more fatherly with Judith calming in his arms. His hat and eye patch displayed experience, ones that he had learned from. The gun strapped to his leg showed he was capable. You knew he would be everything you ever needed. Everything any child needed.

“You’d make a great father…” you said a little bit more softly. You stayed where you were.

You saw his breathing pattern change. It was the one thing you could catch before he muttered, “Let me go put Judith down,” before turning away from you.

He left you with a sense of regret. Why did you say that?

You found yourself sitting on the couch, listening to Carl shush Judith to sleep a few rooms down. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you waited, hoping you didn’t ruin things.

When Carl expressed what happened with his mother, Lori, and how he had to put her down for the sake of Judith, your heart broke.

Maybe mentioning anything to do with a baby was a bad idea.

You no longer heard Carl. His whispers or humming. Just footsteps. Heavy footsteps. You didn’t dare watch him, no matter how much you were dying to.

You felt the couch shift with his weight, and you knew he sat closer to you on purpose.

“You really think so?”

You could barely hear him, but you understood completely what he meant. You turned to face him, and was met with his pleading eyes. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, you just wanted to smother him with cuddles and hold him.

“I do.”

“Well, I think you’d make a great (mother/father), y/n. You’d be amazing,” Carl grasped your hand with one of his heart stopping smiles.

“Doubtful,” you said, trying to be playful. Carl picked up on it.

All he said in return was, “How about we try and see?”

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[ysoandi]

Maggie: Why are Y/N and Carl sitting with their backs to each other?

Rick: They had a fight.

Maggie: Then why are they holding hands?

Rick: They get sad when they fight.

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[virtualreader]

birthday present

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: you weren't expecting anyone to remember that today was your birthday, and definitely did not expect a certain cowboy to give you not one, but two birthday presents.

word count: 1,2k.

genre: smut (and a little bit of fluff)

warnings: p in v (unprotected), fingering, sensory deprivation, praising.

a/n: this is my first time writing smut, I know I have a lot of scope for improvement, so feedback is certainly appreciated.

+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!

"C’mon, take it. I got it for ya," Rick insisted, handing you the small box. The messily wrapped newspaper sheet was held in place by a delicate blue ribbon, which attempted to form a bow on top of it.

You were always living in a daze, with no sense of time. However, Rick was surprisingly able to keep track of the days and make sure to surprise you every year with a small gift. Some years, it would be a bouquet of flowers, and other years it would be a small trinket that he had picked up on one of his runs. Regardless of what it was, it always brought a smile to your face and made you feel loved.

You couldn't help but wonder how he managed to keep track of the calendar when you could barely remember what day of the week it was. But that was just another one of the many little mysteries that made him such a special person to you.

You carefully untied the ribbon and unwrapped the newspaper to reveal a small, silver necklace. The pendant on the necklace was in the shape of a cowboy hat, a nod to Rick's own hat that he always wore and which now belonged to Carl. You smiled, touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift.

"Thank you, Rick. This is beautiful," you said, putting on the necklace and admiring the way it caught the light. Rick grinned, pleased with your reaction.

"Well, I couldn't let your birthday go by without getting you something," he replied. "But that's not all. I've got one more surprise for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blindfold.

He covered your eyes with the cloth, tying it loosely behind your head. Normally the darkness would be something scary, not knowing what’s around you or what could happen next, but you had to admit that in these circumstances it pretty much turned you on.

You felt Rick’s hand on your arm, guiding you through the house. He closed the door of what you supposed was your bedroom behind him. And before you could even ask what was going on he put your hand on his throbbing budge.

You gasped in surprise, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Rick, what…?" you started to say, but he interrupted you.

"Happy birthday, darlin'," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I wanted to give you something special this year."

You felt his lips on yours, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the moment. The blindfold made everything feel more intense and intimate, and you were grateful for the darkness that allowed you to focus solely on the sensations coursing through your body.

As he pushed you down onto the bed, you could feel the intensity of his passion emanating from his movements. Rick's desire was palpable as he moved frantically on top of you, his body consumed by lust.

Briefly pulling away, he hiked up his shirt, revealing his taut, muscular abdomen. With your hands pinned up against the bedhead, you felt a shiver run down your spine as Rick's mouth found the sensitive skin of your neck. His tongue teased and tantalized your skin, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“We’re going to have to work on keeping you still, baby.” he rasped against your neck as you wiggle under him.

The grip on your hand tightened, and the old bed squeaked along with your motion, creating a melody you completed with your purring.

His hands traveled to your pants, muddy from the gardening labors you were in charge of, and got rid of them, and continued to undress you until your body was completely exposed to his feverish gaze.

He took a moment to contemplate your body after he had relieved himself of his own clothing, damn, you looked so pretty subdued to his control. His tongue danced over your nipples, and the moan that escaped your mouth in response made Rick smile boastfully.

As you were about to complain, he interrupted you with a stern grunt and ordered you to open your mouth. Caught off guard by his sudden demand, you hesitated. He then slid his fingers into your mouth and used your saliva to lubricate them.

He spread your legs and pushed the two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp in pleasure. He moved them slowly at first, but gradually picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. You moaned in ecstasy, your body writhing beneath him as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers.

Each movement was deliberate and calculated, designed to bring you to the brink of orgasm and keep you there. You pulled your head back, your mouth open as you groaned, your legs stiffening.

As he looked at you, he couldn't help but think about how deliciously wet you was. Your body was practically begging him to do something, and he couldn't resist any longer.

He leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "God, I want you so badly right now." you shivered at his words, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. He continued to tease you, slowly running his fingers up and down your arm, sending chills down your spine.

The blindfold heightened the intensity of the pleasure, making it more satisfying and enjoyable. The lack of visual stimulation allowed the other senses to become more acute, leading to a more immersive experience. The anticipation of not knowing what would happen next added an element of excitement and mystery to the encounter. It added a new dimension to the experience.

“Rick…” you hoarsely begged.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” his deliberate teasing causing you to soak his fingers even more. “Tell me.”

“You,” his fingers leaved your hole. “I want you inside me.”

Next thing you knew, his tip was tentatively brushing your entrance. His barely perceptible touch tingled you, your whole body quivering in anticipation. He slid his hands to your hips, a firm hold on your sides, yet not hurting you. With your leg resting on his bare, broad shoulders he thrusted his cock against your walls, both fitting as key and lock.

Your spasms squeezed his warm rod, bringing him closer to climax. "Such a good girl." he praised you, the sound of your panting filling Rick's ears with satisfaction. His heady scent, more intense than ever, got you higher than drugs.

Finally, when you could take no more, Rick released you, allowing you to come down from the dizzying heights of pleasure. You were left panting and sweating, your body spent from the passionate experience.

You gasped for air, your body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm that had just wracked through your body. You couldn't believe how incredible it had felt, how Rick had managed to bring you such an incredible amount of pleasure. You were completely spent, your body still humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Rick lay next to you, his arm draped over your waist felt comforting and safe.

“Just so you know, I turn forty next month”

How could you possibly refuse to gift the man whose smile mesmerized you?

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[spanktony]

REASSURE ME - rosita espinosa

summary: when maggie gets to touchy, you make sure you reassure your girlfriend in the best way possible.

words: 1k+

warnings: 18+, g!p reader, smut, oral, fingering, p in v, slightly jealous rosita

notes: took too long to post this sorry guys 😢

navigation. request.

"Where are you going?" Rosita asks, watching you put your belt on. "Maggie's been begging me to help her fix our crops," you reply, adjusting the buckle. "It's like she doesn't understand she left Hilltop to relax and get away from work."

Rosita chuckles, shaking her head. "Well, you've always been the reliable one when it comes to lending a hand. Just make sure you don't overexert yourself, we don't want you burning out like last time."

She gives you a knowing look, remembering the time you pushed yourself too hard and ended up sick for a week.

You hold up your hands in surrender, "Of course, my love." You reassure Rosita, kissing her on the forehead. "I'll be back home in an hour."

Although an hour and a half passes, you're not home. Rosita decides to leave the house and check up on you and Maggie, with water in her hand, worried about your well-being.

She hopes that you haven't overexert yourself again and that everything is okay.

Only to find you both laughing and enjoying each other's company. Rosita can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering if you prioritize Maggie's company over hers.

Maggie squeezes your bicep, and you lift up your shirt, revealing your toned abs and jokingly flexing.

Rosita's jealousy raises as she watching the stupid smile on your face due to Maggie's reaction. She tries her best to hide her emotions, but deep down, she feels betrayed and insecure.

She wonders if there is something more than just friendship between you and Maggie, like lingering feelings that have yet to be explored.

Rosita walks up to you, and Maggie walks away to grab a nearby bucket. "Hey, love." You smile, wrapping your arm around Rosita's waist. "What's on your mind?"

Rosita hesitates for a moment but then takes a deep breath before speaking up. "I didn't know showing off your body was part of fixing crops."

She glances over at Maggie, who is now bending over to pick up the bucket to fill it with water. "It just seems like you're more interested in impressing her than actually helping out."

Your eyebrows furrow, and you release your grip on Rosita's waist. "I...I..." You let out a chuckle, a bit surprised by Rosita's comment, and lost for words.

Rosita rolls her eyes, slapping the water bottle against your chest. "Just forget it."

You take a step back, watching your girlfriend walk away with a slight frown on your face.

Hours pass, and Rosita is awoken by the bathroom door creaking open. She groggily sits up in bed, seeing you get dressed in your boxers and sports bra in the dimly lit room.

You crawl toward her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. As much as she tries to fight it, she can't help but melt into your touch.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to upset you," you whisper softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Can I make it up to you?"

Rosita looks into your eyes, her frown slowly fading away. You place a kiss on her lips, feeling her reciprocate it with a soft sigh. Without breaking the kiss, you push away the covers, resting between her legs and deepening the kiss with a small groan.

Your hands explore every inch of her body, tracing the curves and contours that you have come to know so well. The curves that you love due to the fact they mold perfectly in your palms.

Rosita had a habit of just wearing one of your oversized t-shirts to bed, and tonight was no exception. You lift up your shirt, revealing her bare skin underneath, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through both of you.

The cool air kisses her exposed flesh, heightening the sensations of hands and their exploration.

Parting your lips from the kiss, you lean in to whisper in her ear, "You look absolutely irresistible in my shirt."

Her cheeks flush with a rosy hue as she gazes up at you, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. The soft fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her every contour and making her even more alluring in your eyes.

You kiss her stomach, tracing a path with your lips that sends shivers down her spine. She arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips, as your kisses continue lower.

Her breath quickens and her hands grip the sheets, her body yearning for more of your touch. You hold apart her thighs, teasing her ever so slightly before finally giving in to her desires.

Rosita lets out a low whine, your tongue dancing sensually against her most sensitive spot. The taste of her arousal drives you wild, fueling your want to please her even more.

You continue to explore her with your mouth, your fingers join in the dance, and if you weren't so focused on the sight in front of you, you'd see your girlfriend trying her best to stay quiet.

Her lip tucked between her teeth, head thrown back, and knuckles white.

Rosita's hips start to move involuntarily, grinding against your face as she loses herself in the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

"Baby, fuck!" she gasps, gripping your hair tightly as her climax approaches. Her walls tighten around your fingers, and her moans become uncontrollable, "I'm cumming.."

She lets out a primal scream, her body shaking in euphoria, and you revel in the satisfaction of knowing you've brought her to the brink and beyond.

Rosita lets out another gasping moan, feeling you sink into her without warning. Her eyes widen in surprise, but her body arches with pleasure appreciating the pleasant surprise.

"You're so pretty, baby. How could I ever want someone else?" You whisper, your thumb tracing delicate circles on her flushed cheek. Rosita's breath hitches as she locks eyes with you, feeling close to the edge already.

Her lips part, but no words escape, only small whines of pleasure as she desperately tries to hold back her release. You lean in closer, your voice husky with desire. "Let go, Rosita," you murmur, your words dripping with need.

The sound of her whimpering only grow louder as she finally surrenders herself to you and the amazing pleasure you bring her and only her.

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[kilibaggins]

Promise | Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: I've loved daryl dixon since middle school and now i feel like i should try to write him! this was not requested but i really felt like writing for him so here i am.

Summary: Ever since things started slowing down at the prison, and more people started to join the group, Daryl started... Distancing himself from you. You've had enough.

my requests are very much open just so you know! go ahead and request something just read my rules first (its linked in pinned)

Word Count: 1100

The prison has been without incident for two weeks now. A couple weeks ago a fight broke out, and before that, it had been a case of theft… Things that remind you of the old world. Small things compared to some of the big ones you've experienced.

Things seem… Nice. People are starting to flourish, people are starting to grow. You've made new friends, new fellow survivors who you share your days with. It's comforting to know that after everything you have somewhere safe to be, even if only for now.

The only thing is that… Daryl never talks to you.

See, to many people this might be normal. He's Mr. Macho. He's the one that stays secluded and isolated and never talks unless he has to but… This is different. He's always been different with you. You've always been the one who tries your best to check on him, to care for him, even when he's pushing himself away.

Even back on Hershel's farm, when he kept his tent far away, you walked out there every day to check on him and keep him company. When Andrea accidentally shot him and he seemed to be on death's door you were the one to help him through that.

Once the farm got overrun, and you all started frantically trying to find a new place to be, you two had gotten even closer. He'd watch your back, and you'd try to watch his, it was as great as a new friendship could be in a world that has ended.

But after the prison got up and running and after things calmed down he started to… Disappear. When you'd go to find him for hunts he wouldn't be there, or he'd already be gone. When you'd try to do anything with him he'd practically push you into a different group.

You have to admit, it hurts. You thought things were going well, but all of a sudden he's completely cold-shouldering you.

It's been a long day, and in your frustration, you realize that all you want is the man you had once thought of as your best friend. Daryl. You huff and climb on the long stairs of the prison up to the back where Daryl put his cell. Pretty much as far away from everyone as possible, in true Daryl fashion.

“Hey…” You say, leaning against the entranceway to the cell. The cell door is only half closed and you see he's cleaning his bow.

“What?” He asks, instead of saying hello back. You roll your eyes.

“Just wanted to talk for a minute.” You say, trying to smile at him.

“Then talk.” He says, his voice frustrated. You feel the emotion pool up in your chest.

“I just- How have you been? We haven't talked much lately, but-”

“Ya got anything important to say or are ya just here to bug me?” Daryl asks, finally looking up at you. You tear up and turn away, taking a few steps away from the cell.

“Whatever…” You say. Before you make it to the stairs though you pause. You turn around and march to the door. “You know you don't have to be such a jerk.”

“'Scuse me?” Daryl asks, his eyes piercing as he puts down his crossbow.

“You heard me. What is your problem?” You ask, angry. You're done having him ignore you like this. “All I want to do is talk to my best friend for more than ten minutes-”

“Best friend? Please, ya can't be serious.” Daryl snaps. He stands up and throws his arms out. “I ain't yer best friend. Go talk to someone else.”

“What happened to us being close, huh? You used to like being around me.” You say, your voice raising.

“I did like bein’ around ya. But things change.” Daryl says, turning around and picking up his jacket. He always has to be fidgeting with something.

“Why?” You ask, your voice breaking a bit. You cough and shake your head. “Why do things have to change? What did I do wrong?”

“Ya didn't do nothing. Just… Just go be with someone else. I got issues I gotta take care of.” He says. He isn't looking at you, head looking down at the small patch on his jacket that you added.

“… I don't want to be with someone else.” You say.

“Well, ya should!” Daryl suddenly yells. “Go be with someone actually worth somethin’.”

Your heart breaks. You finally step into his cell and walk up to him. He's purposefully avoiding eye contact with you and you reach out and touch his arm. He moves away only for a second before letting you touch him.

“Daryl… You're my best friend. I'm gonna be honest, you're probably more than that, you mean the world to me. You're who I want to be around… Don't tell me you've been pushing me away because of that.”

Daryl doesn't say anything and frowns. He looks at you before looking back down.

“Don't want ya findin' out ya wasted yer time on me,” Daryl says. You reach up and gently tuck his hair behind his ear. He flinches slightly and you frown.

“Let me make that choice, okay?” You say gently.

“But-”

“Let me make my own choices. I want to be around you. I want to talk to you and hang out with you. You're it for me, whether you want it to be romantic or platonic, I want you in my life.” You say. You reach down and straighten his shirt. “Everyone else here doesn't get what we've been through. You do. Do you want me around?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Then you’re stuck with me.” You say, smiling at him.

"M'sorry." He says, as he tries to look away to hide his smile but you catch it anyways.

“There you are.” You say, grinning.

“Stop.” He mumbles, trying to turn away again, his smile getting bigger. You grab his hands turn him back to you and smile widely at him. You love his smile. “Said stop, punk.”

You laugh and lean up to kiss his cheek. You can feel how warm it is.

“Don’t leave me, okay?” You ask, looking up at him. Your smile is gone now, and he can tell you’re serious. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

“A’right. Promise.” He says, shrugging, but he still has that genuine look in his eyes.

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He rolls his eyes.

“What're ya, six?”

“Shut up and pinky promise me, Dixon.” You say, laughing. He scoffs and his pinky interlocks with yours.

“Promise.”

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[oneshotnewbie]

Carol and f reader. Reader saves Sophia, but returns injured as hell, and tells Carol. "even if I die today.... seeing your smile at your daughters safety is all I need In the world"

ᕚ---ᕘ

In a world marked by chaos and destruction, you fought doggedly against an fast approaching zombie horde. Two days had passed since Sophia ran away in fear from a small horde of zombies and you had sworn to Carol that you would find her and bring her back. So you had kept your promise and set out on your own.

The sky was streaked with a poisonous orange-red color as the sun set in a faint glow, making the scene even more frightening. You had found Sophia safely in the swamp, a few kilometers from Hershel Greene's farm, and now you held her hand tightly as you hurried through the devastated streets in the dim twilight. Your breath was ragged and your face was lined with sweat and your own blood. Behind you, menacing moans could be heard from zombies stalking behind you in search of human flesh.

"Faster, Sophia. Come on," you complained, glancing quickly over your shoulder to make sure the distance to the undead was increasing. Frightened, the young girl clung to your sweaty and blood-soaked hand, her eyes wide in terror. She did not think for a second and followed you, even if her legs were already on the verge of giving up. “I am scared, y/n!”

"You are safe with me. I will take you home to your mother and the others," you said encouragingly as you quickened your pace and ran as fast as you could. The heartbeat in your ears drowned out the growls of the hungry undead as you desperately tried to find shelter for Sophia to take on the zombie herd alone.

You finally reached an abandoned building and disappeared inside with her. With shaking hands, you closed the door and leaned against it, panting and relieving at the same time. Outside, the first zombies were already pounding on the locked door, unable to reach the safe haven. You looked down at the girl kneeling on the floor, panting to fill her lungs with air. "You have to listen to me now, Soph,"

The person you spoke to tilted her head over her shoulder, looking at you with tearful and fearful eyes. Sophia nodded carefully, following your movements as you searched the entire house and opened the bathroom. "I am going to go out there and clear the way for us. You stay in here and do not come out until I get you or you hear me whistle, understand?"

"No, y/n. You will never be able to do this, there are too many!" Ignoring her pleas, you looked out the window to get an overview of the situation. Your resolve grew as you realized your responsibilities, it was the only way to avoid bringing the horde back to the farm and putting your entire family in danger. You had to fight. "No matter how loud it gets out there, you will not leave again. Promise?"

She nodded again and you took her to the bedroom for safety. You hugged Sophia, a promise of rescue in your eyes as you prepared to clear the path for you two before quietly climbing through the window in the bathroom at the back of the house, determined to protect your friend's child. The zombies noticed the movements and began to stagger in your direction. You fought quickly against the approaching horde. The clanging of your weapon cut through the silence as you desperately tried to force your way through. The zombies surrounded you, but you continued to fight despite your weakness. You did everything you could to protect the child until you could not anymore.

With a beating heart and a determination fueled by sheer will to survive, you charged through with deft movements, years of experience proving that you managed to keep the creatures at bay. The undead were relentless, their hungry eyes fixed on your life. With the last of your strength and the remaining adrenaline pumping through your veins, you plunged your machete into each rotten head, before you ran to get the zombies away from Sophia and stumbled, hearing your ribs crack as an iron bar pierced through yours boring left upper abdomen.

It was only with great difficulty that you managed to pull yourself up on the pole on your own and not give up despite the pain and exhaustion. You continued to fight your way through the stream of death and destruction, your movements slower and less coordinated as you faced the final two zombies. When the two of them finally fell to the ground, you briefly collapsed on your knees, using the energy you had left to whistle loudly and sharply.

As she carefully came out of the house, you were kneeling on the ground, badly injured, your face marked by pain and exertion. Blood was dripping from a wound onto the floor, already forming a wide pool of blood and you could barely move, let alone breathe properly. Sophia rushed to you, gently grabbed your shoulders and tried to get you up. "Y/n, come on. You have to get up, please."

With all her strength she helped you to your feet. You leaned heavily on the young girl who acted with amazing strength and determination. Slowly Sophia began to walk, carrying most of your weight as every movement caused you pain. "You can do it, you just have to stay awake long enough to tell me where we need to go. After that, someone will take care of you." Sophia was small but incredibly strong and determined to bring you home.

The two of you limped through the dark forest together, your gait became weaker and you began to stagger. The sun had already completely set and the darkness had bathed the land in a gloomy, ghostly light as she supported you as best she could. Despite the difficulties and the lurking threat, she didn't give up and listened to your whispered directions. The girl had absorbed some of your courage and wanted to take you to safety, just as you had, feeling the gratitude and deep trust in the way she cared for you.

Together you fought the pain and fatigue as you slowly but steadily moved towards your goal. A place where you were protected from the dangers of the world. "Y/n, you have to whistle. Whistle for me so they know we're back. COME ON!" her elbow pressed against your wound and you cried out, momentarily back in focus. With the last of your strength, you whistled as loudly as you could and took one step at a time across the meadow that separated you from the house.

Not a minute later you heard the door open, four people running towards you one after the other. Daryl and Rick immediately came to your side. Sophia was torn from your arms as the two men wrapped their hands protectively around your torso. They quickly dragged you the last few meters to the house and then laid you on the couch, where Maggie and her father were already getting to work taking care of you.

"You saved her, you brought my Sophia home again!" you heard a female voice echo before Carol's face poked out in front of your blurry vision. Tenderly, she took your hand in hers, stroked it and thanked you several times for your help. "Even if I die today, seeing your smile at your daughters safety is all I need in the world," you replied as you slowly drifted into unconsciousness, severely injured and exhausted from your heroic rescue mission.

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𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐖𝐖𝐖𝐖

#𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲📼 #Love this trend #TADOWWWW #chandler riggs #carl grimes imagine #chandler #carl grimes #thewalkingdead #twd carl #twd #twd cast

[1addictedangel]

You're safe  ➸ Henry Peletier

Warnings: violence, attack, mention of blood ig, wounds, fluff fluff flufffff, crying, Henry being the cutie he is.

Paring: Prince Henry Peletier x FEM!reader

Summary: After the reader, alphas daughter, is attacked, Henry swoops in to save the day. He made sure to remind her that she was okay, that they were both safe, that she was home.

Word count: 1,656

Let me know if you see any mistakes, please!

You were Alphas daughter, not long ago you were in her pack. You wanted to help, truly, you wished nothing more than to do so but of course, Daryl Dixon simply wouldn't allow it.

You remembered being shoved into a room, and a small one at that. He locked the door and told you to keep quiet, you wondered if he had told Connie and Henry before he did so, or it was just an irrational option. You remembered banging on the door as soon as he closed it, pleading with him to let you out. Ever since you were a child, you hated tight spaces, and now, you were locked in one alone with only a flashlight for he had shoved you in too soon, not even allowing you to pick up the stick in which Henry had sharpened for you.

You stopped banging on the door when you heard them. The groans were low, seemingly far away, You guessed they were at the bottom of the building. You knew not to attract any sound to where you were, it would only end in death so all you could so was stand worriedly, your teeth chomping on your already bitten nail as you worried for the three others and what your old pack would do to them, especially a certain blonde who became what you assumed a boyfriend was.

You couldn't remember how long you stood there for, and while trying to think of how long it may have been, your heart dropped. The sound, a whisperer. You knew the steps were much too heavy to be a walker and no groans were yet coming out of the being, they were in the very same room as you. You held your breath, you tried shuffling to the back of the room though you didn't wish to make noise.

The heavy steps got louder, you shoved a hand to your mouth to silence yourself. Your eyes glanced around the room, no weapon, no anything but a switched off flashlight, the last thing you needed was to be found out by an accidental flash of a light. Then your eyes flickered down, you could see the steps coming closer to the bottom of the door, the light slowly being consumed as the whisperer stepped closer and closer to the wood. And then came the small wrap of their fingers, tapping on the old wood, you swore the tears in your eyes would not leak, you were finding it hard to keep up with it. "Oh, Y/n?" The whisper so low, but you knew it didn't belong to your friend. It belonged to one of them. They knew you were here. You tried to stop the sob at the back of your throat. You were scared. Oh so desperately scared. "Can you open the door, y/n?" You remained silent. This didn't go well for you, unfortunately. "I said open the door!"

You couldn't remember if you screamed or not, as the door came to slam down on the ground, next to your feet. They had pushed it down. What you did remember was leaving out a slight whimper as they stepped into the room. You were already done for.

They didn't hesitate to raise their knife. You pushed the hand away but they stormed closer, placing a hand on your chest as they shoved you back. You felt a pang in your back as it was shoved against the desk behind you, whimpering once more as their knife came in contact with your neck, though not enough to draw blood. "Please..." You begged, tears in your eyes that you pushed down. "Please don't do this." You could see the familliar look in their eyes. It was nothing. Cold, empty, they had no emotion.

And so you took your chance, swinging. You had found a crowbar sitting behind you, you wondered how you hadn't seen it before. It came in contact with their head, their mask, just enough for them to stumble backwards. You ran. Your feet lifted before your thoughts could think, before you could even regain your composure your boots were slapping against the ground. And then they did the exact same thing you had before, they swung.

It was your turn to stumble as a slash came to your calf, you felt the blood begin to ooze out, coating your jeans. The whisperer took the opportunity to launch forward, taking you to the ground. You fell to your back, the whisperer on top of you, pinning your arms down, you had lost.

You felt a cold sticky and mrtalic blade on your neck, gently graseing it, you're own blood coating it. "Alpha told us to take you alive." The person on top of you whispered, head lowered to your ear. Another shaky whimper left you, you knew you fucked up, you were done for, this was he end. "But I think you'd make a great mask." It was when the blood slowly began to leak that you realised their knife was already cutting through your skin.

Suddenly, something was plunged right into their head, lifeless corpse instantly falling onto your body. You let out a soft and small cry as their blade slipped from their unmoving hand, scratching you across the shoulder. Your eyes instantly flickered up and there he stood, a sweaty Henry with his long stick in his hand as he pulled it from the whisperers head. You instantly shook the body off of you as you sat up.

Henry was already bent down beside you when your back emerged from the ground. You suddenly didn't care for the scratch on your neck or the not so serious wound on your shoulder, you threw your body forward. You didn't know why you were crying really, it was a zombie apocalypse for heaven's sake, you had experienced much worse things than this though this time, you really did think that it was the end. Maybe you were still crying of fear, that it hadn't left your body yet or maybe it was relief that the blonde boy in front of you had saved your life, that he was here and safe right next to you.

"Hey, hey it's okay." Just the sound of his voice wracked a whimper from your weak body. Your arms thrown around his neck while one of his hands was holding the back of your head which you had skinned off the ground in front of you, little blood leaving it while his other hand was holding your torso close to his. "You're okay, you're safe."

His words registered in your mind as you pulled him closer. Henry was always protective of you, whether you had known so or not, he always came back for you, he saved you in more ways than one. "Henry-" you simply couldn't get the words out but he knew by the way you squeezed his body further.

"I know, I know." The boy whispered back, his hand slightly moving to stroke your hair. He was still bent down by the ground, your body practically leaning completely on him, but he didn't mind. "It's over now, alright? We're safe, you're safe."

You sniffled as you backed away slightly, your body was still weak and feeble but your mind was screaming at you to keep it together. "Are you okay?" Your voice still shaky, the under of your eyes had gone red as the tears had visibly made their way down your cheeks. "Did you get hurt?" Your eyes scanning all over his face, glancing down to his arms in worry that someone had gotten to him before he had gotten to you although he didn't appear to be in much pain.

"No, no I'm fine." He assured you. Suddenly he stopped your eyes from roaming. His hands fell on either side of your head, not bothering to move your hair as his chocolate eyes found home in your own. See the thing about Henry was that his mother was a survivor of abuse so he did whatever it took to protect people, he did whatever it took to protect you. "I'm okay, I promise." His words settled in your head, squeezing it's way through your mind to make you understand that no, he wasn't in any physical type of pain, nothing to worry about, not yet at least. You nodded your head, hands on his wrists, gently holding him your touch was always so soft, it was something that Henry had grown to love about you. He pulled you in once more, his embrace warm, so unlike anything you had ever experienced your entire life. Your head was in the crook of his neck, your nose against his shoulder as you thanked whatever god there was for saving not only you but him, the sweet boy that always protected you, no matter the cost. "Come on, let's get you home."

You never did understand what Henry meant by getting you home for as far as you were concerned you already were home. Sure the abandoned building your in meant less than nothing to you but that didn't mean that your home was necessarily four walls and a roof, you had spent too long trying to understand that but now you did. You spent most your life without a home, actually, but now, as you held onto the blonde boy who had risked his life for you many times too many you knew you were finally, finally home.

For home was whenever you were with him. Henry peletier. Your protector.

A/n: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed! If you want to request any and I mean ANY imagine you can, about anyone and anything, I'll do any fandom you'd like, lmk if there's anything wrong with this and I'll redo it. Bye lovelies!

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[hugozboom]

New Beginning

plot: You and your infant Marnie have been on your own for a while now. When as strange man stumbles upon your cabin you can’t help but let him in causing him to try to convince you to join him on his way back to his home.

lowercase intended.

PART ONE

winter had finally settled in. baby marnie, cooed in your ear as you kept her close to your body.

the fire in the fire place crackled. since the apocalypse, this little cabin you found made it perfect for you and your baby.

you had just given birth when it all went down. fighting was second nature as you used to take professional classes as well as boot camp training when you were younger.

your sister, rachel, had gotten bitten in the earlier days unfortunately and your only other family lives across the country if they were even alive.

you rocked baby marnie to sleep, placing her in the crib you found.

snap

there was a sound outside, grabbing your knife, you made your way outside quietly.

there was a man. really dirty with a crossbow aimed right at you.

“who the hell er you?”

"i could ask the same thing just- just put it down. we can talk. i have a baby," you spoke calmly.

the man lowered his crossbow slowly. you waved him inside. as soon as you were in you checked on your daughter and thankfully she was still asleep.

"what's the name," you ask.

he was silent.

"just answer the question," you grab a can of soup off the shelf from earlier, it was still warm.

"daryl," you hand him the soup.

"y/n"

"and that," you pointed with a smile, "is marnie"

daryl grinned a little bit. it was quiet, no noise besides the crackle of the fire.

"how long have you two been out here," daryl asked.

"since the beginning. we went through some groups but an infant doesn’t sit well with most. too much of a burden.”

you watched as he looked at you.

"ya know i have a group. a city in fact not too far from here. got food. supplies. way more than what ya got here."

you sighed, "groups aren't very nice to us. like i said not very welcoming to a woman and an infant."

"we ain't like other groups, we got em too. kids. babies" daryl looked at you, holding your gaze.

you moved away rolling onto the couch covering yourself with a blanket...eventually falling asleep.

when you woke up, daryl was already gone as you guessed. but something was off, marnie wasn't making ANY noise.

you wiped your eyes to see daryl in front of the crib, feeding marnie what was left from her bottle.

when he realized you were watching he grinned and walked over to you, rocking the baby.

"so where is this city of yours?"

“just follow me, we leave as soon as yer ready.”

part oneeee it was so short but reader with a child!!!! This is set during Alexandria BTW. Part two soon!

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[fleabagsjoy]

A Way Out (Part 2.5)

summary: owen gets treated, the group fights the walkers outside and denise is left in the infirmary with lives on her hands (owen is unconscious so this is mostly a denise chapter, next chapters are gonna be more owen i promise)

warning(s): death (canon ones), the usual violence and gore of the world of the walking dead, swearing, this work wasn't properly reviewed and english isn't my first language so there may be spelling mistakes

Disclaimer: I don't actually know how amputations (or most medical procedures) work so i'm sorry if that part looks a little rushed and inaccurate.

This work on AO3: will be uploaded soon

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As Owen laid down on the gurney, Denise adjusted the tourniquet, making it even tighter to prevent more blood loss “Okay… here we go.”

It was gonna be a long night for everyone…

Owen seemed ready for it but the four Alexandrians in the room looked at each other, the tension was palpable. After all, none of them have had to amputate someone before. However, Denise was ready to take on the challenge as she felt more ready and confident than she had felt in a long time “Spencer, I’m gonna need you to hit right between the elbow and the bite, half the upper arm can still be saved” “Okay, I can do this...”

One

Two

Three

It only took three hits from the machete to completely sever the infected limb from the rest of the body which was a lot better than what Denise had expected.

Owen’s muffled painful screams could be heard through the cloth in his mouth but Heath and Aaron managed to hold him still enough and by the time he passed out from exhaustion, Denise was prepared to deal with the aftermath.

“He’s out, I can try seal off the blood vessels but we need to focus on stopping the bleeding as quickly as possible, Heath could you help with the towels? I still need to treat the other wound.” Heath helps with the extensive bleeding from Owen’s left arm while Denise starts working on cleaning and stitching the ugly gash in his body.

Meanwhile, Spencer disposes of the bloody machete and Aaron tries to make himself useful by taking a small metal tank to fill with clean tap water but faint noises outside, uncharacteristic to the usual walker sounds, stop him on the way to the upstairs bathroom.

“He lost a lot of blood, even with IV therapy he’s gonna need to rest for a few days, but I’m sure he’ll pull through” Denise informs the rest of the crew as she finally closes the cut, feeling like she can take a breath and relax for a bit.

“Oh my god… Hey you need to see this” Heath rushes to the window where Aaron was followed by Denise, spotting Michonne breaking through the hoard of walkers with her sword and Rick… with Carl in his arms...

“That’s the kid... Is he bit?” Denise looked away, filtering every question and reply from the men around her turning it into white noise as she felt herself starting to panic a little. After looking back at Owen passed out, laid on the gurney in the corner of the infirmary, she came to the conclusion that she could definitely do this.

She’s done it before, she’ll do it again.

“Okay let’s get the other gurney out and some more supplies, we’ll definitely need more towels.” as she ordered around some more instructions she rushed to let Michonne and Rick in and treat Carl's gunshot wound.

A small part of her hoped, in the midst of all that confusion, that they wouldn’t look around too much, so they wouldn't find out that one of the patients in the infirmary was the former Wolf leader.

As she predicted, Rick’s tunnel vision kept him from paying attention to anyone but his son, as he left the infirmary soon after. Michonne was also too busy to notice, clearly just as worried about Carl and now Rick who went outside to get rid of the herd himself.

Not long after the fact most of the group was out there helping Rick, killing as many walkers as they could, soon cleaning the entire community.

The people fought for Alexandria, even the terrified members of the community who had never seen such a massive herd of walkers, picked up a weapon and tried to help the rest of the group dispose of them.

Unlike the rest of the group, Denise stayed behind in the infirmary for hours like a hawk watching every movement of her recent patients and taking care of the ones upstairs.

She was aware the chances of either of them waking up so early was close to zero but she didn’t wanna take any chances of not being there if one of them went into shock. She fought hard for their lives and wasn’t about to gamble them, better safe than sorry.

The blonde was now mostly concerned about everyone else’s reaction to Owen being there, part of her didn’t want to leave the room in case anyone else walked in and saw the ‘W’ on Owen’s forehead.

Besides Aaron, Heath and Spencer no one even knew about him, she hoped Morgan would show up soon.

Denise noticed a burning light coming from the outside, a huge fire on the lake, no doubt part of the efforts of the Alexandrians to kill the walkers that were left. The blazing flames attracting them to go straight into their demise.

Walker sounds gradually got quieter and a few moments later someone burst into the infirmary, searching for something or someone.

The medic sighed in relief and Morgan mimicked the action, clearly glad to see she was unharmed. “I had to know if you were okay"

"Yep, I'm great, never better" Denise replied light-heartedly with an undertone of anxiety and sarcasm considering they barely managed to get out of the situation.

"...I was the one holding him captive if anything happened-”

“and something did happen, something… great, actually.” Denise smiled knowingly at Morgan, indirectly letting him know he was right about Owen.

People could change, sometimes all you need is that key moment, that critical decision can change the course of the rest of your life, and Owen made the right one.

“Honestly I had some doubts y’know not gonna lie to you” Denise confessed awkwardly. Morgan nodded, understanding where she's coming from, and asked if anyone else got hurt.

"I put Carl in a separate room... he got shot and lost his right eye." Morgan's expression quickly shifted as soon as he heard the boys name.

“What happened out there…?”

“Well, I wasn’t told any details i was more concerned with saving his life. I know Jessie and her kids are gone too. Probably a few more people passed as well” Morgan nodded once more.

Denise noticed since the time he met him, that he was a very hopeful and kind man, clearly somber about the ammount of lives lost that night. He was also a man of few words, never felt to need to make small talk or speak up if there was nothing to say.

There was something very real and honest about people like that, and she appreciated it.

“I… I don’t want to touch on the subject but I’m gonna have to ‘cuz we’re clearly in a delicate situation here” Denise briefly diverted her gaze to Owen's spot in the corner of the infirmary and Morgan knew what she was talking about.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew Rick and the rest of the team were gonna need some convincing to let Owen stay and heal or, at the very least, to not kill him in his sleep.

He felt like right now it was too risky to go to them and confront them about it, considering how recent the attack was and how so many casualties resulted from the previous Wolves attack and the walkers overrunning Alexandria.

They needed to think of what to do but there weren’t many options “Carol, Tara, Eugene and Rosita already know about him being here so hiding him will do nothing.” Morgan shook his head, he wasn’t even considering lying to Rick and his family about it

“There’s no point in lying anymore, he’s changed, we just need to show them that.”

“Carol already saw it. After he got bit trying to save me, I told him I’d save his life if he took me to the infirmary. He saved my life again on the way there and Carol saw it, she helped us too. I saw her face, she knows you were right about him.”

Morgan knows Carol better than most people, he recognizes that even if she saw him do a good deed and saving an innocent woman’s life, that it’s not enough for her to advocate for him. He just hopes she makes the right decisions when the conversation about his stay inevitably happens

“We need to talk to Rick and the others when they come back here, when the sun rises again. Things always look clearer in the morning. But for now, rest... it’s been a long night.”

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The aftermath was a relief, it felt like the panic instilled in Alexandria had been there for so long and it was finally over. The sun was rising, it was peaceful, even with the hundreds of dead bodies cluttering the streets, rotting infected blood washing the walls of houses, the fields of grass and the tar on the roads.

Everyone was tired. To some this was a life changing event, to others just another tuesday night, and a couple were definitely thinking about how difficult the cleanup was gonna be, but most are just glad that it’s finally over.

Something changed that night, everyone in Alexandria, they were survivors now, fighting for their lives, for their home.

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[carlplsrailme]

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: the cowboy hat rule. take a cowboy's hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: riding, p in v sex, etc

word count: 500

request: Idk if you’re taking requests right now but this popped into my head? Have you ever tried writing Carl with the cowboy hat rule? If not this is definitely a suggestion to try :) (Cowboy hat rule: take someone’s hat and put it on your own head, you have to “ride the cowboy”)

he's gotten on your last nerve.

well, he actually "got on your last nerve" about 2 hours ago, you're just soaking in it.

you sit in the desk chair, tip-toes halting your limp spinning as you stare at your boyfriend again.

you're so bored.

"do-"

"no."

he answered plainly, flipping to the next page of his comic that stole all his attention. he's sitting on his bed as the perfectly good day wastes away into the night.

you don't even wanna go out anymore, you just want to lay with him, kiss him, but he isn't even giving you a chance!

you sigh as the sticky summer heat slicks your body with every movement, you rest your fist on your cheek as you fantasize about all the things you could do if he'd just listen.

"Carl."

he looked up from his comic, brow twisted in confusion at your almost stern tone as you sit up from the chair that's been melted to you for the past two hours

you lean down to him and swiftly remove his sheriff's hat from his head, placing it onto your own.

you still felt his confusion, but you most certainly got his attention.

"the cowboy rule," you begin

"take the cowboys hat, you gotta ride the cowboy" and with that, he pulls you into him, lips sealed onto one and other as his hands grip your sides, he moves your hips on his own as you grind against him.

you quickly remove your clothes and start to unzip him, he groans with your touch and soon he springs free, pre-cum oozing from his tip as you stroke him a couple of times

you scoot up to him as you line yourself with him, sliding his cock in as you lean yourself closer to him, overwhelmed with pleasure

after adjusting, you begin to roll your hips, pussy clenching onto him as you twitch with the movement. he groans and latched onto your hips as his nails dig into your sides

"carl!" you cried as you fucked yourself with his cock, moving up and down as the cowboy hat on your head threatened to fall. with one hand you held it on tight as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling yourself bubble up with pleasure

his cock bullied its way through your insides with every movement you made, tip poking your cervix as he thrust up with you.

you felt your pussy ache as his dick stretched you out even more, soon letting out a broken moan as you came, he sped up his movements as he groaned and confessed he was close, soon shooting his cum inside of you

you leaned into his body as he wrapped his arms around you, breathing not slowing as he lets out a chuckle, and you feel the hat get snatched from your head

he places it back onto his as his brown locks feel empty without it, you grin up at him, successfully stealing his attention and placing it on you.

an: hii guys! I missed you guys so much! I hope you guys enjoyed this even though it's short, btw, whoever anon is...I love love loved this request!! thank you so much!! <33

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[ysoandi]

*playing twister*

Rick: Right hand red.

Daryl: *ends up on top of Y/N*

Y/N: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Rick: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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[virtualreader]

tracking love

daryldixonxfem!reader

summary: Daryl is reluctant to admit his pretty much obvious feelings for you, so you decide it is time to give him a little push.

word count: 2,4k.

warnings: jealousy, past trauma, walkers, a bit of gore (what's to expect from a twd fanfic?), etc. (not proofread, yeah, again, sorry :/)

requested: by @matilda4eve, hope you like it, lovely!

As you ran your fingers over the rough skin and traced the shape of the marks on Daryl's back, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for him. You knew that those scars would always be a reminder to him of the pain and suffering he had endured during his childhood. The physical marks may have healed, but the emotional wounds they represented were still raw and painful.

Being able to see the most intimate part of him made you feel special as if he trusted you with a part of himself that he doesn't usually share with others. You knew that Daryl was not one to let other people stir his past memories, so his vulnerability with you made you feel even more honored.

You caught him pulling his shirt off his torso over his head. He didn't mean for you to discover what his clothes hid, but he had forgotten to close the door. It didn't bother him that you now knew the harshest fragments of his past, unearthing the wounds he had concealed for so long. In fact, you were the only one he didn't mind seeing him like this.

The day you met Daryl, a few months ago, you were not in the cheerful and beaming mood he usually finds you in whenever he spots you somewhere in Alexandria. Time had passed over your clothes, leaving them worn-out and mucky.

You knew better than to trust a stranger. You knew better than to go with a man you didn’t know to a place you couldn’t prove existent. He promised a safe place, food, clean clothes… damn, he even promised hot water, so your eagerness to survive took over your sensible judgment. If your parents were still walking between the living, they would surely be disappointed on you for accepting his proposal.

"Who did this to you?" you asked the man, gently approaching him as you returned to the present moment.

You sat on the bed beside him, close enough to feel his body heat but at an acceptable distance so as not to make him feel more vulnerable than he already was.

“Not everyone has a loving father,” his head down as he confessed, hair falling over his face. “It was Merle before he went away from home, and then…” his words faded in the air.

As he uttered those words, the message he was trying to convey became crystal clear. The unspoken implications behind his statement were evident and left no room for doubt. His body language, tone of voice, and choice of words all pointed to a deeper meaning that was waiting to be uncovered.

“Stop creeping up on her and go talk to her, Dixon,” Carol spoke, startling Daryl who had been staring at you for a while.

The archer let out a grunt in response. It was evident from the way he tightened his grip on the crossbow strap that he was deep in thought and going through a myriad of emotions.

"What's the point? I ain’t got nothing to tell her,” he said, his voice laced with frustration and self-doubt.

The scene in front of Daryl had recently become the norm. You stood at ease next to Spencer, whose jokes made you giggle foolishly. As you leaned in to fix Spencer's jacket, your fingers brushed against his chest while he ogled you.

Daryl felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him, but he couldn't quite understand why. After you placed the flower Spencer gave you in his shirt pocket, Daryl knew he had to do something, but he couldn’t find the courage to act.

He thought back to the times when he had stood by and watched as others took what he wanted. He remembered the time when Merle had stolen his last can of food, and he had silently accepted it because he couldn't bring himself to stand up for himself. He didn't want to make the same mistake again, but he didn't know how to go about it either.

"Morning, Daryl," you greeted your friend as you passed by him after saying goodbye to the son of the Alexandria leader.

Daryl hummed in response, nodding his head in greeting. He watched as you walked away, feeling a mix of emotions. He felt happy to have seen you, but at the same time, he was disappointed with himself for not being able to talk to you. He knew he had to do something soon before he lost the chance to be with you forever.

"God, you're a lost cause," Carol said as she walked away, leaving Daryl alone with his thoughts.

As you crouched down to examine the tracks on the muck, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the warm sun on your back. The sun's intensity was beautifully diminished by the swaying leaves of the trees above, creating a picturesque scene.

You and Daryl, your trusty guide, were trying to follow the trail left behind by an animal, most likely a deer, as Daryl stated the moment he saw the marks. The task at hand required your careful attention to detail, as you scrutinized every inch of the muddy ground before you, scanning for any sign of the animal's presence.

Even thought you were not lacking in food in Alexandria, fresh, newly hunted meat tasted way better than the canned pigswill you had survived on for months before the archer found you.

Daryl was known to be a solitary hunter, preferring to venture into the wilderness on his own. However, this time, he had extended an invitation for you to join him on his hunting excursion. It was an unexpected offer, especially since you weren't exactly the best hunter out there. But you had learned a thing or two from Daryl, and that was enough to convince him to take you along.

You had always been fascinated by Daryl's hunting skills. He seemed to have a natural instinct for tracking and had a keen eye for detail. You had watched him in action on several occasions, observing his every move and trying to learn as much as you could. It was evident that he enjoyed the solitude that came with hunting, but he had never turned down your requests to tag along.

As you made your way through the woods, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The rustling leaves underfoot, the chirping birds overhead, and the fresh scent of nature all around you added to the thrill of the hunt. You felt a sense of gratitude for this opportunity to learn from Daryl and experience the wilderness in a way you never had before.

Despite your lack of experience, you felt confident under Daryl's guidance. He was patient with you, taking the time to explain the intricacies of tracking and spotting signs of animal activity. You were amazed by his ability to read the environment and anticipate the movements of the creatures around you.

This was not your first time hunting with Daryl, and each time you went out, you learned something new. You were grateful for his willingness to teach you and his patience with your mistakes. It was clear that he enjoyed sharing his knowledge with you, and that made the experience even more special.

"Ya see that?" Daryl asked, pointing to the ground where the deer had passed.

You looked down, trying to figure out what he was referring to. As you examined the tracks more closely, you noticed that they were becoming progressively closer to one another. It seemed as though the deer was moving slower, perhaps grazing on vegetation nearby. You both crouched down to get a better look and to study the tracks more closely. You began to notice other signs as well, such as broken twigs and trampled bushes, just as Daryl had thaught you, indicating that the deer had been in the area for some time.

Daryl whispered, "The damn beast's gotta be close, grazin’ somewhere near here."

You both continued to follow the tracks, scanning the surrounding area for any signs of the deer. The anticipation grew with each step as you both wondered if you were getting closer to your prey or if it had somehow eluded you.

As you were about to propose going back to Alexandria seeing as the trip seemed unavailing, you heard a rustling in the bushes nearby, causing you both to freeze in your tracks. You could feel your heart racing as you waited for the deer to reveal itself.

With lightning speed, Daryl raised his crossbow and aimed it in the direction of the sound. You held your breath, waiting for the shot to ring out. After a few moments of silence, Daryl lowered his weapon and turned to you with a subtle yet blissful smile on his face.

"We got 'em," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and pride.

You both made your way over to the bushes where the deer had been hiding. As you approached, you could see the animal's head peeking out from behind the leaves. Daryl approached the deer slowly, his crossbow still at the ready. With a quick and precise shot, he took down the animal, ending its life almost instantly.

“Watch out!” the archer’s hasty, blaring voice startled you.

You pivoted on your feet abruptly, your heart pounding with fear and concern. You felt a hard bump as you collided with a rotter, whose face was only a few centimeters away from yours. You could see the flaps of putrescent skin hanging off its face, and its teeth were bared in a menacing manner, as it chased after your un-decayed flesh. The sound of the walker's rasping breath and the stench of its decaying flesh filled your nostrils.

Daryl moved quickly, his hand flying to the roamer's head. With his other hand, he grabbed the roamer's neck and swiftly stabbed its skull with his hunting knife. The lifeless and putrid body collided with the ground straight away, and the sound of the impact reverberated through the dense woods.

In that moment, Daryl's hand shot out and gripped your biceps, pulling you along as he ran away from the swarm of walkers that were quickly closing in on your position. The frenzied sound of your yelling had caught their attention, drawing them towards you like moths to a flame. With your heart pounding in your chest, you had no choice but to run alongside Daryl, his steady grip on your arm providing a sense of reassurance in the midst of the chaos.

Once he considered that you were far enough away from the danger, he pushed both of you inside the void core of a broad chestnut oak. Not even once had you been this close to the archer, your bodies rubbing against each other as you struggled to fit within the hollow trunk. Although Daryl appeared relaxed, he was as uneasy as you were - what with the proximity of your bodies and the mildly oppressive atmosphere that had settled around you both since your friendship with Spencer began.

Daryl’s gaze, which had previously been analyzing your surrounding looking for any indicators of the walkers’ presence, drifted towards your face, slighty lowering his head to make eye contact. His hand remained on your upper arm, his rough yet delicate touch sending electricity sparks through your skin. Emboldened by your unexpected proximity, Daryl decided to voice the question that had lately been swirling in his mind.

“What’s with that Spencer guy?” Daryl asked, his eyes still fixed on you, a barely perceptive trace of disdain decorating his speech. “Ya’re always laughin’ with him and fixin’ his damn jacket.”

You raised an eyebrow at Daryl, a smirk playing on your lips. “Are you jealous, Dixon?”

“Nah,” Daryl huffed, his cheeks turning pink. “I ain’t jealous.”

“Sure seems like you are.”

He avoided your gaze, and the spark of courage he experienced that had seemed so convenient dissipated. The excessive amount of time you spend with Deanna’s son had a purpose, and the plan had successfully fulfilled your expectations, as it led to daryl’s emotions rising to the surface from the deep ocean of mysteries that flooded his mind.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re so blind, Daryl. Can’t you see it?”

“See what?” Daryl asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That you’re the one I want,” you said. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

As you gazed into Daryl's eyes, your heart beat rapidly in your chest. The words had escaped your lips before you could even give them a second thought. But as soon as they were out, you knew that you meant every single one of them.

Daryl's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, you were worried that you had overstepped your boundaries. But then, a flicker of hope crossed his face, and he leaned in closer to you. Your bodies were already pressed tightly together, but somehow, he managed to get even closer.

In that moment, it felt like time had slowed down, and the world around you two had faded away, leaving just the two of you standing there, lost in each other's eyes. You could feel his breath on your skin, and the warmth of his body as he leaned in even closer, making you feel safe and protected.

"Ya mean it?" he whispered, barely above a whisper, his eyes filled with hope and vulnerability.

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion. "I do. I've been waiting for you, Daryl. I knew you liked me for a long time, even before Carol snitched on you."

Daryl looked down, fidgeting with the crossbow strap. “I didn’t know...I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

You stepped closer, reaching out to tilt his chin up so that you could see his eyes. “You won't ruin anything, Daryl. Our friendship means the world to me, and I know we can make this work. Just tell me how you feel.”

Daryl took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. “I love ya, Y/N. I can't imagine my life without ya in it. Every time I see ya with Spencer, I get this weird feelin’ in mah chest, and I know ya can be with whoever ya want and that this feelin’ is unfounded and it makes no sense…”

“It makes perfect sense to me,” you smiled, embracing him tightly. “I love you too, Daryl.”

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[spanktony]

“YOU TOOK A BULLET FOR ME…” - rosita espinosa

summary: you take a bullet for her.

words: 800+

warnings: gun/gunshot, near death experience, and that’s all i believe.

notes: posting this as i try my hardest to get out of writers block & answer my requests! also lost the request to this ☹️

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You had found yourself in Negan's group, the Saviors. You didn't exactly like what you did—taking raids on random communities—but you understood that it was necessary for your survival in this post-apocalyptic world.

Negan knew you since you were a teenager, and he saw potential in you. He believed that you had what it took to be a valuable member of his group, and he made sure to keep a close eye on your progress. Which is exactly why you joined him on a hot afternoon to seize supplies from a new community called "Alexandria."

"Remember, kid," Negan sneered, his barbed-wire-covered baseball bat, Lucille, resting on his shoulder. "We're here to take, not make friends." Negan said, exiting the truck. You quickly nod, following behind him as you both approach the gates of Alexandria.

The gates were opened quickly, and everyone began to take supplies from the community, loading them into the back of the truck. You watched the chaos unfold, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Deep down, you knew that this was not the kind of person you wanted to become, but what choice did you have?

You help one of your fellow group members load a crate of food into the truck, trying to push away your conflicting emotions. Dwight walks up to you, "See that car over there? I think they might be holding something in there, check for me."

You nod, making your way over to the car. A woman in an olive-green top stands in front of the trunk of the car. You send a slight smile, wiping your forehead of sweat as you approach her.

"Mind moving?" You ask politely, gesturing towards the trunk of the car. The woman gives you a suspicious look before reluctantly stepping aside. As you open the trunk, you can't help but wonder what you might find inside.

The trunk is filled with guns, ammunition, and various other weapons. You glance at Negan and Dwight, occupied with taking other supplies from someone else. You take a deep breath, grapping some of the weapons. The woman is watching you with an upset look on her face.

You leave a few of the weapons behind, not wanting to take everything. You turn to the woman, "Maybe next time hide in a better spot," you suggest, trying to lighten the tension.

The woman's expression softens slightly, but she remains silent.

That was the first time you met Rosita, the next couple of times you saw her, she kept that same guarded expression. It became clear that she was still wary of you, despite your attempts to ease the tension. Nonetheless, you still continued to make small talk with her, hoping to gradually build trust and establish a connection.

You shared stories of your own experiences and asked her about her interests, trying to find common ground. Slowly, Rosita began to open up, sharing snippets of her life and even cracking a smile from time to time. It was a slow process, but you were determined to break through the walls she had built around herself.

As the days turned into weeks, your conversations became more meaningful and genuine, and you could sense a growing bond between the two of you.

Just as your group was leaving, one of your members got into an argument with Rosita, and she didn't look like she was backing down anytime soon. Instead of letting the situation escalate, you walked over to the two, attempting to mediate and diffuse the tension.

But your group member acted too quickly, pulling out a weapon and pointing it at Rosita. You immediately stepped in front of the gun. A loud sound rang out as you felt a sharp and hot pain in your chest.

You fell to the ground, gasping for breath and clutching your chest in agony. Ringing and Rosita's voice calling for help filled your ears, but your vision started to blur as darkness closed in.

Days blurred together as you drifted in and out of consciousness. When you finally awoke, you found yourself in a small, makeshift infirmary. The harsh, sterile scent of antiseptics filled the air, and you realized you were no longer with the Saviors.

Rosita sat at your bedside, her eyes filled with relief as she saw you awake. "You took a bullet for me," she said softly, her voice tinged with disbelief.

You managed a weak smile, wincing at the pain. "I guess I did." You glanced around the room, noticing the bandages wrapped tightly around your torso. "How long have I been out?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Rosita's expression softened as she replied, "Almost a week." Shit.

"How am I supposed to get back to my group?" You thought aloud, concern etched on your face. Rosita's eyes flickered with worry as she responded, "You can't go back to Negan after what happened. It's too dangerous."

You sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I know," you murmured, a sense of uncertainty creeping in. "But what else am I supposed to do? I doubt your group would be willing to take me in permanently."

Rosita's expression softened as she reached out to touch your arm gently. "I'll convince them. For now, relax." You nodded, grateful for Rosita's support. "Thank you," you whispered.

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