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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

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Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Original Idea by @neon-supernova and in honor of it being December I decided to post this on the first to set off a month of festive fics (and others)

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Rick lets out a giggle as you hush him, nervously looking around the downstairs of your house. If your kids saw their dad as Santa Claus, it would ruin Christmas for them, and you are not about to let your big goof of a husband ruin it for them. “You gotta be quiet honey.”

“Don’t worry, darlin’. Quiet is my middle name.” You roll your eyes at your husband before returning to your task of laying down a light dusting of powdered sugar by the fireplace and leaving a trail towards the tree while Rick rocks on his heels, wearing a full Santa outfit, pot belly and beard included, though Santa probably wouldn’t have a wide shoulder frame, let alone be 6’2.

“Ok, so you’re going to step one by one and make a trail leading towards the Christmas tree, then you’re going to have to take a sip or two of milk and eat some of the cookies.” Rick goes from mockingly saluting you to falling pale in an instance, the thought of eating his kids’ cookies already upsetting his stomach. It’s not that they taste bad, as a matter of fact the dough tasted rather good, it’s the fact that you and your kids forgot to set an alarm and then got distracted with making decorations that the cookies burnt in the oven and if it wasn’t for Rick’s attentiveness, they probably would’ve burnt the house down. “They’re not gonna be that bad, chill out.”

“I don’t know, baby, they look like lumps of coal that Santa would give to a person who’s been naughty.” He jokes, moving toward the fireplace and stepping in the powdered sugar, looking down at his feet. “Is this good enough?”

“Yes Mr. Claus.” Rick offers you a smirk as he takes one step at a time, making sure to leave visible boot prints in the faux snow as he makes his way over to the lit tree with seemingly endless presents underneath. If there is one thing for certain, it’s the fact that Rick loves to spoil his kids. Coming to a stop in front of the tree, he looks at the cookies before looking back to you, a look of despair on his face as you stifle a laugh, unaware of a pair of eyes watching the interaction. “Go ahead, Santa, eat the cookies those sweet kids made for you.”

Rick visibly gulps and picks up one cookie in his gloved hand, inspecting it through cut out glasses before dipping it into the milk and taking a big bite, grimacing at the taste of burnt sugar before swallowing. If he’s being honest, he’s had worse. “Is that good enough?”

“Mmhmm, would you like your Christmas present now, or later?” Your arms wrap around his expanded torso, looking up at the former colonel with love as he adjusts his gray beard, impure thoughts running through his head.

“Depends, is it a naughty gift or a nice gift?”

“A nice gift.” You release one arm and reach behind you, pulling out two sticks as Rick’s eyes widen, glowing a soft gold from the light of the Christmas tree.

“Are you?”

“It’s not confirmed yet. I have a doc appointment on Wednesday, but according to this, yeah, I am.” Rick doesn’t hesitate to lift you into his arms and spin you around as you laugh in joy. When you and Rick had started dating and eventually got serious, you knew he always wanted a big family and now that he has time for it, you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Oh sweetheart, this is the best Christmas gift ever.” Rick sets you down and drags you into him, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips as you melt into him, a soft gasp causing you to break away and look to the stairs where a pair of feet can be seen running up the steps as you mentally curse yourself. You should have known John would be sneaking around, but Rick’s lips on your forehead stirs you from your thoughts.

“Hey, it’s okay. As far as he knows, I‘m just Santa. Now how about we get to bed? What says you, Mrs. Claus?”

“I think that sounds good. I love you, Rick.”

“I love you too, honey.”

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The next morning you wake up at the first peep of light through your bedroom window, only to see John standing at the foot of your bed, a stuffed animal in his hand and in his dinosaur Christmas pajamas.

“Hey baby, what are you doing up?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, he rushes over to Rick’s side of the bed and climbs on top of his dad, waking the retired soldier.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing up?” Comes Rick’s tired question, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Judging by how dark it is still in the room, he probably guesses it's around 6 am.

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

“Is that so?” John nods, clutching his rhino stuffie to his chest as Rick looks over to you with a knowing smile, one which you return. “Well, mommy was probably just thanking Mr. Claus for bringing you and Sophie all those cool gifts,” Rick sits up and tickles John’s side as the kid collapses into heaps of giggles in Rick’s lap, curling into his father as you roll out of bed and put on your robe, a soft smile forming on your face before heading toward the door.

“Okay you two, let’s go wake your sister and go open those presents and drink some hot chocolate. How does that sound?” John simply nods his head before bolting out the door and into his sister’s room, most likely bouncing on the bed as Rick stretches out while you raise an eyebrow at him. “You almost blew it.”

“Relax, will ya? Go set Sophie and John down by the tree and I’ll make us some coffee and them some hot chocolate.”

“Alrighty and Rick?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For sucking up and doing the whole Santa Claus get up.” Rick chuckles before making his way over to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“No, I should be thanking you. You’ve given me a family and it’s something I never thought I would have until I met you, so thank you.” And maybe it’s your pregnancy hormones, but the genuinity of his words has tears welling in your eyes.

“I love you so so much.”

“I love you too.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 4 months

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Rick/reader/Daryl are a throuple and the Alexandria residents don’t know how to react.

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Daryl x plus size reader x Rick

Obviously the Alexandrians were pretty vanilla

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and smut, bit of a crack fic, humour, fluff

WC: 900

Minors DNI

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The welcome party was an interesting touch to the new-comers. It was so weirdly reminiscent of the old world with the nice clothes and good food and alcohol but at the same time, many in the room carried that haunted look in their eyes from the hell just outside the walls. But the food was fresh and the company was pleasant enough.

Carl had scrambled off a couple minutes ago, presumably to try and sneak some whiskey behind his father’s back, leaving you alone with a sleepy Judith perched on your wide hip. Her chunky hand tightly clutched at your shirt as her big blue eyes fluttered.

“Mama.” She muttered, nuzzling further into your hold. You gently cupped the back of her head and began to sway softly.

“We’ll leave soon, just need to find your dads and make sure they don’t get into any trouble.” Your eyes skipped over the crowd but you were quickly stopped by someone coming up beside you.

“It’s so good to see healthy children during these times.” Deanna seemed less focused on you and more on the now half-asleep child in your arms, which you were incredibly grateful for considering that your poker face wasn’t as good as it used to be and she legitimately freaked you out.

Judith grumbled as you hitched her higher on your hip. “Judy is an easy baby, pretty much eats anything that gets put in front of her.” You chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You and Rick must be very proud of your kids.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, it’s not-“

A strong arm was suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were tugged back into their hard stomach. The scent of cigarettes and motor oil filled your senses as Daryl’s lips brushed against your earlobe. You watched as Deanna went pale, obviously coming to her own conclusion about your relationship with the archer.

“I-I didn’t realise, given how affectionate you are with the kids, I thought Rick was your partner.” You could feel Daryl’s broad chest rumble with discontent.

“So what if he is?” The noise from the party faded away to a faint whisper as all eyes turned to you. Internally, you groaned, vowing to get some sort of revenge on your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry?” Deanna seemed genuinely confused but you knew that whatever was about to come out of Daryl’s mouth would not serve to lessen that feeling.

With your free hand, you dug your fingers into his hip, urging him to shut the hell up but like always, Daryl refused to listen. “So what if we’re both fucking her?”

And there it was. Your body sagged with embarrassment as heat raced up your neck, blooming across your cheeks. “You fucking asshole.” Your group all seemed to be holding back their laughter as the Alexandrians were suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. You heard Carl groan loudly from somewhere behind you. “Not again.”

“Both of them?” Spencer materialised beside his mother, jaw practically on the floor. “At the same time?”

Just as Daryl’s mouth opened once more to very rudely answer the mayor’s son, Rick’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. His grip was light enough to appear friendly but the way his fingers curled into his collarbone kept the other man silent. “What Daryl meant to say is that we are all in a relationship together.”

You then made the mistake of making eye contact with Maggie and Carol who both seemed to be on the edge of suffocation as they desperately tried to stop giggling. You glared at the women and got back a rather rude gesture from Carol that restarted their laughter anew.

“I think I need to get Judy to bed.” You tried to pull away from Daryl’s grip but the stubborn man he was, he just held you tighter.

“How does that work?” The question came from a woman towards the back. You could practically feel Rick’s smirk as he cleared his throat but very quickly, another woman decided to answer for him.

“Obviously they take turns.” A murmur of agreement filled the room followed by- “Oh her poor vagina.” This makes Glenn snort into his drink.

With a horrified look on her face, Deanna spoke again. “This is highly inappropriate.” Yet no one seemed to hear her because someone else piped up.

“I can’t believe that she isn’t pregnant all the time.”

“I think that’s enough of that! Thank you all for the wonderful party, but we really should be going now.” Your voice boomed, starling Judith awake but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. Daryl went easily enough as your fingers clamped down on his wrist and you pulled him along, although there was a prideful smile on his lips.

But Rick had other ideas. “It’s not like we don’t try every chance we get.” Faster than you thought you were capable of, you dropped Daryl’s hand and your arm darted out, grabbing Rick’s ear with a force that made him visibly flinch.

“I said that’s enough.” You snarled and tugged him towards the front door, Daryl trailing close behind you. “Goodnight.” The door slammed shut behind you, leaving behind a room full of stunned Alexandrians and your friends who were all laughing loudly.

“Well, I guess that cleared that up.” Deanna murmured and took a long pull of her drink.

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catt-leya · 1 year

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The One (18+) || Rick Grimes

I dared to try a softer fic for you (I kinda needed it too) 👉🏼👈🏼💗 I hope you like it 💗

Summary: You would like to sleep with Rick and lose your virginity. But Rick is afraid not to be the right one.

Trigger: age gap (everyone is of age), some sweetness and my smutty stuff

There is a soft knock on my window and I look up from the book I was reading.

I slide off my bed and place the book on my dresser.

I quickly adjust my sleep shorts and open the window, "You're late."

Panting and grumbling, Rick props himself up on my windowsill and heaves himself into my room.

I quickly look down at the street and when I can't see anyone, I close the window and turn to face my visitor.

Groaning, he stretches out, "I'm getting too old for this."

Laughing, I look up at him, "Oh, come on. It couldn't have been that bad."

Grumbling, he brushes his boots off his feet and walks towards my bed to drop onto it, "You try loitering outside the house after a long day until your dad goes to sleep and then climbing up the wall to the 1st floor like an extreme athlete. Oh and my excuse why I am late: I fell asleep in the bush waiting for your dad."

Completely exhausted, Rick lies on my bed and I climb up next to him.

Sitting cross-legged, I place my hands on his chest and draw little circles with my fingers, "I'm sorry. I don't know what else he was doing in the kitchen for so long either."

Grumbling, he agrees and a smile steals back onto my lips, "We could just tell him."

I knew that would make him wide awake and he tears open his beautiful blue eyes, "Holy shit, no darling. You know damn well he'd kill me for dating his little girl. In case you've forgotten: I'm older than your dad, darling."

Chuckling, I put my hands on his shoulders and push myself onto his hips so I'm sitting astride him, "It was just a joke."

Eventually we would tell my dad, but the right time has yet to come.

When Rick arrived here in Alexandria with his group, I had been living here with my father for quite some time. Due to the fact that my mother passed away after I was born, it was always just my father and me. As a result, I grew up very sheltered, and even now that I'm a young woman, he wants to protect me from everything.

Even from Rick.

In the beginning, I became friends with Rick and I never really noticed how old he actually was because I felt comfortable with him.

The longer we spent time together, the more I fell in love with him and also told my dad more about Rick. Since my father is extremely attentive, he immediately noticed how infatuated I am with our leader and the conversation that I then had to have with him was anything but pleasant.

But what he discussed with Rick the next day was on a new level.

Up until that point Rick didn't even realize that I had a crush on him and then when my dad was talking man to man and telling Rick that "he should keep his hands off his little girl" and "he would cut his balls off if he even thought about sleeping with me".

Rick realized why I was always batting my eyelashes so exaggeratedly and why I kept grabbing his arm.

Up to that point, he never looked at me the way my father described, but then he couldn't think of anything else.

Every time I bent over, he couldn't help it and stared at my butt.

Every time I laughed about something he said, his heart couldn't help but do a little jump.

He swore he would never look at me that way or touch me at all, which clearly didn't work, seeing now how he puts his hands on my waist and looks up at me lovingly, "I'd climb to the 2nd floor for you too."

Chuckling, I ask, "Really?"

Playing agonized, he closes his eyes, "But please don't move your room."

Almost every night for weeks, Rick has climbed into my room through my window so that my father wouldn't notice that we both have skillfully ignored his warnings and are getting closer and closer to each other in my small room.

Slowly I bend over until I can lie on his chest and interlock my fingers under my chin on his chest.

From underneath I look into his face, "Rick?"

Questioningly, he looks at me, "Yes?"

I slide around a little on his hip and he grips me tighter to keep me from squirming, "Just lie still, please."

I bite the inside of my cheeks and notice how my hands get sweaty.

Rick has been coming to my room for weeks and we talk for hours, and in the end he holds me in his arms until I fall asleep cuddled up to him, but nothing more ever happens.

Every now and then we kiss, but even that is rare, let alone him touching me in any way that would be suggestive.

Rick is my first steady boyfriend and I actually have no idea at all how to seduce him, or if I'm even teasing him in that way.

That's why I set out to ask him about it, which is easier in theory than execution, when he looks at me this way and asks, "Darling? Is everything okay?"

Out of habit, I slide around on him again until Rick pulls me up firmly so that I'm sitting on his stomach and my face slides into his neck.

An "Uf" slips from my lips.

Confused, I sit up and Rick mutters, "Sorry. That was a little harsh, I know."

I shrug my shoulder and sigh softly, "It's okay. I wanted to ask you something."

Lovingly, he smiles up at me and I put my hands to his cheeks to play with his beard, "You can ask me anything you want."

Slowly I nod and gently tug on a gray hair, "Would you like to sleep with me?"

I'm not even done asking the question when Rick chokes on the air he inhales and his whole body shakes with coughing, "What?"

His voice is raspy and still he gasps for air, "Why are you asking me that?"

Embarrassed, I disengage my hands from his beard and nervously reach for the hem of my shirt.

It's not that I thought he was going to throw me on my back and take me right away, but that horror in his voice puts a serious damper on me.

I fight back tears as I say softly, "I don't know…you never try anything…and…I don't know…don't you want me that way?"

Gently, his hands slide to my thighs and I feel the cool metal of his wedding ring on my skin as he answers hoarsely, "Of course I'd sleep with you."

I dare to look him in the eye again, "Then how come you never touch me like that?"

Sighing, he presses the back of his head into the mattress, "I do touch you, darling."

In the dim light of the candle on my nightstand, I could swear his cheeks are flushed, restoring some security myself, and I rest my hands flat on his chest, "Never like you want to have sex with me. If you don't want me like that, then you need to tell me, Rick."

His hands slide to my hips and his body tenses beneath me as he murmurs, "I'd be your first."

Irritated, I frown.

I told him weeks ago that I've never slept with anyone before, and he's my first boyfriend, too.

At the time, he didn't seem to mind and I just assumed that Rick would eventually take my virginity.

I thought I would just have to wait until I was ready and he would initiate something, but I have been ready for a long time and he treats me more respectfully than he has to.

So I don't understand what he's getting at, "Yeah? I told you that weeks ago."

He finally looks at me again and sighs softly.

That's as far as I get before he gently pushes me lower on his hip again, pressing the bulge of his jeans against me.

Surprised, I tear my eyes open, "Oh."

I watch very closely as his cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as he says softly, "I didn't mean to pressure you, and believe me, it really wasn't easy to hold back when you're always pressing your ass against me at night, darling."

It's the first time I've felt myself getting a man hard.

Rick tries to pull me back up, but I shake my head, "Don't."

His lips open slightly and I say softly, "I've never felt pressured by you before and I've never asked you to hold back."

The longer my crotch is pressed against his cock, the bigger the bulge becomes and I can see in his eyes how he forces himself not to move, "I don't want you to end up regretting anything. Our relationship isn't the showcase relationship you might want it to be and in a few weeks you won't feel like getting groped by an old guy and you'll wish I had never fucked you. Maybe you'll hate me that-"

I quickly put my hand over his mouth and stop him from saying any more crap like that: "Wow, where did you come up with that? Have I ever given you the feeling to be ashamed of you? I don't give a damn how old you are and to be clear now: I want to sleep with you. Only with you and no one else."

Firmly I press against his hardness and his fingers dig into my hip, "Darling-"

His voice is muffled by my hand and I undercut him again, "Just shut up and do what you want to do. If it gets to be too much or I just don't want to do it anymore, I'll tell you. I promise."

The uncertainty in his eyes is so unfamiliar that I feel like I'm taking his virginity, even though I'm the one who has absolutely no idea what to do.

Slowly, I release my hand from his mouth and look down at him, waiting.

The shadows of the candle surround his face and the light conditions with the blush on his cheeks make his beard look almost completely snow white.

I can't take my eyes off his beautiful face and instead lean over him to kiss him softly on the lips, which he barely returns and I whisper against it, "Rick?"

Slowly I move my hips and grind against him and he squints his eyes and softly breathes my name.

Again I press my lips to his and this time he returns the kiss.

Rick was my first kiss, too, and because even that comes up pretty short in our relationship, I wouldn't say I'm good at it.

But Rick has never complained either and that's why I always try to copy what he does.

As I gasp for a moment, Rick looks at me languidly, "Are you sure about this?"

I nod, "Yes, please."

For a brief moment he just looks at me, as if searching for doubt in my face, before lifting me slightly and spinning us around on my bed so that he's lying between my legs.

I get lightheaded at the feeling of his weight on me.

Of course, he's been close to me before, but never like this.

Not like this, with his hips resting between my legs and me pressing my breasts against his chest with every breath.

To the left and right of my head, he props himself up and looks down at me uncertainly: "Are you okay?"

My heart hammers in my chest and I place my shaky hands against his cheeks, "I don't know what to do. I have no idea what to do to make you like it."

I'm sure Rick will make me more than happy with his experience, but I want him to like it too, and I don't want to lie under him like a dead fish or do something that would completely ruin the evening.

Smiling, he lowers his head and grazes my earlobe with his lips.

My whole body is electrified as he whispers, "You can do whatever you want and I'll like it. You just have to breathe, darling."

Trembling, I take a deep breath and my breasts press against his body again.

My gaze is fixed on the ceiling above us as he kisses me behind my ear and then works his way down my neck.

I can't deny that he clearly knows what he's doing and then when he finds my sweet spot, I moan his name.

Immediately he lets go of me and I stare at him, thinking I've done something wrong, but he merely grins boyishly, "I've always wanted to hear that."

A hand of his slides over my body and he places his hand on the bare skin of my stomach, exposed by my shirt riding up, "But you have to be quiet, yeah?"

Meekly, I lower my eyes: "I'm sorry. It just feels so new."

The bed beneath me shakes slightly as Rick rolls off me and stays on his side beside me, "Hey, you don't have to apologize. I just don't want your dad to suddenly show up at the door because you called my name, darling."

He releases his hand from my stomach and reaches for my chin to bring my lips back to his.

Rick is so close to me that my arm is pressed to his chest and I want to turn to face him, but he slips his tongue into my mouth and releases his hand from my chin to rest it on my sternum and push me back onto the mattress.

I'm only noticing all of this in passing because I'm far too taken up with the way he's kissing me, completely claiming me.

The pressure he exerts almost drives me out of my mind and the fact that my skin will be all sore from his beard tomorrow doesn't matter to me at all.

The kiss is anything but innocent and I'm sure my father would go completely nuts if he could see Rick practically impregnating his little girl with his mouth.

I force myself to comply with Rick's instructions and not groan, which proves to be damn hard and my body begins to shake with suppression and excitement.

Then when I feel his fingers on the waistband of my sleeping pants, I can't suppress the whimper, "Rick."

His lips hover a few inches from mine and he tugs lightly on my waistband, "Is that okay?"

I'm completely breathless and I can see the excitement in Rick's eyes that he must see in mine as I breathe, "Yes, please."

My head falls back onto the mattress and I look down my body to see his hand slowly disappear under my waistband and he touches me over the fabric of my panties in my most intimate place.

Jerking, I thrust my hips towards him and my mouth hangs wide open.

He's barely touched me and yet I jerk my head around to him and yip, "More."

Smiling, he looks at me and makes a few motions over the fabric that almost make me beg.

But he leans in and kisses me softly on my open mouth, "Are you sure?"

Where I'm sure is that he's just teasing me with the question, but I don't care enough to groan softly and wrap a hand convulsively around the forearm that rests heavily on my stomach, "Rick, please."

Again keeping his gaze fixed on me, he murmurs, "As you wish, darling."

Agonizingly slow, he pulls the fabric of my panties aside and as his fingers touch my wetness, he moans softly, "Fuck, you're so wet."

Blinking, I look into his blue eyes and gasp softly, "Do you like me that way?"

Slowly he slides a finger inside me and my upper body comes off the bed.

I've done it myself sometimes, and especially on the days when Rick couldn't visit me in the evenings.

But never has it felt like Rick's hand between my legs and I barely catch him whispering in my ear, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

After a few thrusts with his hand, he slides a second finger inside me and I squint my eyes and press my free hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds, which now slip uncontrollably over my lips.

With his thumb he circles my clit and presses now and then directly on it, which almost brings tears to my eyes.

I'm no longer in control of my body and know full well that Rick is resting his head on one hand, watching me as I pathetically try to grind against his hand to get more from him.

Just when I think I'm not going to be able to take it much longer, he slides a third finger inside me and I feel like my heart is going to explode.

My breathing is erratic and I am a whimpering and moaning mess as I feel my entire abdomen tighten.

Rick must feel me tighten around him because he says softly, "Just let go, darling."

Reflexively, I move closer to his chest and when he presses on my clit again with his thumb, I'm done.

I push through my body and my toes dig into the bedding beneath us.

Again and again I tense around Rick's fingers, which don't stop thrusting into me over and over again, and I notice tears coming out of my eyes.

As my body relaxes, breathing heavily, I open my eyes and look back at my boyfriend, who looks at me as if I were the most adorable thing in the whole world.

Slowly he pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth.

I just stare at him as he licks them and feel like I could cum again at the sight.

Hoarsely, I bring out, "That was amazing," which makes Rick grin again and he kisses a tear from my cheek, "If you're already reacting that strongly to something like that, I'm dying to see what happens when I do you right."

Like one dying of thirst who has found water, I throw myself at him and press my lips firmly to his.

At first he's surprised by my force, but when he regains his composure, he returns the kiss and pushes me back onto my back.

His hair falling in his face tickles my cheeks and I gasp loudly, "Sleep with me."

I feel his hard cock against my leg, but still he says softly, "I didn't mean it like that. We can just leave it at that today if you want."

I bravely slide my hand between us and stroke the fabric of his jeans over his cock.

Immediately he pushes it further towards me and apologizes.

Gently, I smile at him, "I'm ready, Rick. If you want it too."

Shortly he just looks at me before he pushes away from me and I look at him confused, but he only stands up to take off his shirt.

My eyes are glued to his hands, which are exposing more and more skin piece by piece and I feel like I'm seeing him bare-chested for the first time.

I don't care that I'm staring at him and he does the same, as I am pulling my sleeping shirt over my head a lot more inelegantly than he does.

Completely motionless, I watch him unbuckle his belt and then lean over me, "Lift your pretty ass up, darling."

Never has his voice been so deep and rough as it is with these words.

It drips with arousal.

Immediately I do as he asks and allow him to remove my pants including panties.

Naked I lie in front of him on my bed and he lets his eyes glide over me with pleasure.

Every single inch of my skin he touches with his gaze and when he looks back into my face he says reverently, "To me you're perfect."

A lump forms in my throat and all I can do is watch him take off his pants and then his boxers.

Rick's no bodybuilder, but the muscles that point the way to where I need to look are clearly there, and I follow the signposts.

And how I follow them.

It's the first time I've seen a man completely naked and as I consider what I'm about to have inside me, I break out in a cold sweat.

Rick's fingers inside me was already quite tight and unfamiliar, but to take this thickness inside me seems almost impossible.

Quietly, his voice comes through to me: "Darling? Look at me, please."

Lazily, I look into his eyes and have to marvel as I see his cheeks take on a slight pink hue as well, "Do you trust me?"

Slowly I nod, "Yes, Rick."

He then moves back towards my bed and pushes himself over me so I can feel his hardness against my thigh.

Without breaking eye contact he pushes my legs a little further apart, "You really want to do this? You won't be able to undo it then."

I slowly awaken from my stupor and place my sweaty hands on the back of his neck, "I know. You give me everything I've ever wanted, Rick. You make me feel safe and I know you respect me. I want you to be the one."

I feel his cock twitch at my words and I tug lightly on the curls at the nape of his neck, "Just be careful, please. You're…so big."

Gently he kisses my cheek, "I promise. If it gets too much for you I'll stop. Try to relax and stay loose, okay?"

I nod and with that sign Rick adjusts himself so I can feel his tip at my entrance.

Unintentionally, I tense up and he puts a hand on my cheek, "Relax. I'm not hurting you."

He strokes my swollen lower lip with his thumb and my concentration turns to it.

Once I stop tensing, he pushes into me inch by inch.

High-pitched whimpers escape me at the feel of him stretching me, and I squint my eyes.

Rick's body shakes with restraint and he gasps, "You're so fucking tight. Oh shit I can't take this for long."

On and on he pushes and my heart threatens to jump out of my chest.

Loudly I moan Rick's name, "Rick…oh god…"

Immediately he presses his hand to my mouth, "Shhhhh. I know, darling. I know. But you have to be quiet."

The feeling of having his hand on my mouth only makes everything more intense and I push myself towards him.

I open my eyes and see Rick biting down hard on his bottom lip, panting hoarsely, "Can I…God…can I get inside you completely?"

I don't know how much is missing, but with his hand on my mouth, I nod and gratefully moan into it as he sinks completely inside me.

His arm that he's leaning on gives up a little and his upper body presses harder against me.

Panting, he apologizes and I wrap my legs around his waist.

It's like a natural movement and Rick seems to like it.

So I pull him even closer like this and now he's the one squinting his eyes tightly, "Can I move? Please?"

Until now, I hadn't even thought about how much this level of self-control demands of him, and I'm so incredibly grateful that he's still giving me the time to get used to him.

Again, I press closer to him and murmur into his hand, "Yes."

Trembling, he pulls back on me, only to press himself back into my tightness, not taking his eyes off me for a second.

I wouldn't say it feels uncomfortable, but it's different than his fingers that were inside me before.

It's much more intense and he's a lot bigger.

I feel every vein in me and am gripping his hair tightly as he thrusts a little harder than before and a high pitched moan escapes my lips.

Gasping, Rick lowers his head to put his lips to my ear, "Can you keep it down? I'm taking my hand off your mouth."

Hectically, I nod and take a gasping breath as he takes his hand from my mouth and when I think I can breathe normally again, he slides his now free hand between us and runs his finger over my clit.

Uncontrollably, my insides tighten so much around his cock that he bites down hard on my neck to hold himself back and not wake my father a few rooms away.

The pain is nothing compared to his hips slapping against my thighs in a steady rhythm.

Without a sound crossing my lips, my mouth forms a perfect 'O' and hearing Rick muffle his own deep moan against my neck goes to my head.

Spasmodically, I press closer to him and slide my hands from his neck to his broad shoulders.

His muscles tense with each thrust and feeling the movements under my palms is intoxicating.

This beautiful man is on the edge of his self-control and that's only because he's fucking me and I'm barely doing anything but spreading my legs for him.

I barely recognize my voice as I whimper, "Kiss me."

Moaning and messy, he places his lips on mine and I dig my fingers into his skin.

In that moment, I'm incredibly grateful that my bed is relatively sturdy and doesn't squeak like the bed I had in my room just a few months ago.

I'm barely aware of him murmuring into my mouth, "Let go, darling. Just let go."

Trembling, I yip his name and my body rears up aimlessly.

My whole body is tense and that's when I feel the knot loosen.

Hard, he presses his mouth to mine, muffling my attempts to cry out his name.

That's all I'm capable of, and all I can think about is Rick.

The way he moves above me and inside me.

How he kisses me and his body feels pressed against mine.

Completely out of it, I'm aware of him twitching inside me and growling hoarsely, "Fuck, you're so good."

He lifts his head to face me again and I blink lazily up at him as he enters me with the final thrusts and I feel like I won't be able to take one step tomorrow.

Gently, he pushes my chin up and whispers harshly, "Are you okay, darling?"

I'm not sure how I imagined sex, but certainly not like this.

This level of intimacy and surrender has me fully knocked out and I let my hands slide to his chest, "Oh my God."

Alarmed, his eyes dart over my face, "I was too rough wasn't I? Shit, I shouldn't have covered your mouth. You couldn't even tell me you didn't want more. Darling, I-"

With all my strength, I push Rick off of me so that he comes to lie on his back next to me and I can lie down on his chest.

Surprised by my sudden strength, he stops talking that crap and I sigh, "'Oh my God' I meant positive. That was amazing."

I can see a weight fall off his shoulders, "So you liked it? You don't regret it?"

With my hand, I draw little circles on his chest and say, "With you, I have no regrets, Rick."

The silence that follows is so pleasantly relaxing that it takes me a few minutes before I dare to say anything else, "I have a question."

Rick grumbles something that I take as agreement and I take a deep breath, "Can you do that again? Right now?"

Nothing happens for a moment before his chest vibrates with laughter under my ear, "Right now? Nah, but if you want I can show you something else."

Immediately I sit up and look at him pleadingly, "Yes please."

The boyish smile reaches his beautiful blue eyes and the warmth in them blows me away.

He looks at me as if I am the only thing in the world to him.

Like I'm all he needs to breathe.

And I look at him the same way.

@hail-yourselves @bean-is-reading @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus @toxic-ink @kingtwhiddleston @bloodycherry22 @vane28282 @bamslover @acciocarlgrimes @revesephemeres @emo-potato-virgil @targaryensswp @tropodyn

(If anyone else would like to be tagged, just let me know 🤭)

#rick grimes #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd x reader #twd #the walking dead #rick grimes x reader

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reveluving · 10 months

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hold me closely ; rick flag x reader

summary: 'cool, calm & collected' is how many describe the Flags, and they're right. to a certain degree, at least. (a.k.a some of your & Rick's favourite convos in the family group chat)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff & humour (ft twin sons Ethan & Richie, daughter Irene & Tofu the cat!)

a/n: made sumn for my rick babes (+ s/o to my girl @lacontroller1991 for the cutest hubby rick ask??? ily) so enjoyed imagining what it’s like to be his wifey and mother of kids eeee <33 love y’all!! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

disclaimer!! despite the face claims (joy from rv btw) & running theme here, you are highly encouraged to imagine yourself or your oc as the MC however you see fit!

» wanna read more rick flag fics or anyone by joel kinnaman? check out my j.k. m.list!

↳ january 19th ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : how's Tofu, kids?

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : pretty gud mom

me 🌸 : ??? the last photo??

my beloved ❤️ : @.mister e what did we tell you about putting Tofu on your head

mister e : i told richie it was a bad idea but he didn’t listen 😔

richie : ??? u literally suggested the idea??? 🤨

↳ march 21st ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : have u guys seen the package i brought in this morning? i ordered a pillow for your sister

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

richie : dw we gave it to her already

mister e : Tofu also conquered the box just so you guys know

↳ june 5th ༉‧₊˚✧

my beloved ❤️ : store’s got vanilla ice cream but it’s not the one you asked for. is it still okay @.me 🌸?

me 🌸 : more than okay! tq ❤❤

mister e : nvm we bought like, 9 different kinds

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

me 🌸 : ? how???

richie : dad drove us to four different stores lol

my beloved ❤️ : i still don't think it's enough

↳ july 4th ༉‧₊˚✧

richie: [ sent 3 photos ]

[ my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

[ mister e reacted with a ‘ 🎉 ’ ]

[ you reacted with a ‘ 🥰 ’ ]

↳ july 22nd ༉‧₊˚✧

richie : what do you guys call a fake noodle?

me 🌸 : what?

richie : an impasta

[ my beloved ❤️ has removed richie from the group ]

me 🌸 : RICK

my beloved ❤️ : it’s a little funny, i admit

mister e : heh

my beloved ❤️ : you wanna join your brother, too?

mister e : no sir 🚶

↳ august 6th ༉‧₊˚✧

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : richie, irene and i @ the aquarium + ice-cream and bookstore after

[ you and my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

richie : hope the dinner’s going well!

me 🌸 : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : it's going amazing. thank you boys 😌

» juuust in case you're still confused: 'my beloved ❤' is Rick, 'mr e' is Ethan & 'richie' is, well, Richie!

» ❛ fun lil’ trivia about the flags ༉‧₊˚

Irene and the twins have an eight-year age gap!

Richie’s full name is Richard Flag the Third.

Although identical, Richie has certain mannerisms that resemble his father. The same case applies to Ethan, the younger twin, who picks up more of your quirks. Despite that, Richie, usually the photographer of the group, encourages (and even adds to) Ethan’s odd photo ideas.

Sporty ahh kids. All three of them. Need I say more?

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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jakessbtch · 1 year

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☆ water | c.g

masterlist | requests

TW ✿ ° : gun use, guns, mentions of death, close death, swearing

pairing ✿ ° : carl grimes x reader [platonic (could be more) + s/h]

summary of fic ✿ ° : When negan forces his daughter to fire on the battle field, she shoots a helpless boy. when he falls into the water unconscious, she can’t just leave him for dead.

requested by ✿ ° : @eveleighkinsey15

word count ✿ ° : 2.3k

a/n ✿ ° : this deleted the first time so i'm so sorry it took so long to get out x

death came by easier now, this was a world of death after all. the only thing you could really do now was wonder what happens after you do unfortunately die. were you still in your consciousness when you were a zombie? or did your consciousness go to a hopeful heaven like your spirit would? was there even a heaven for people who have kindness in there hearts? or did they make it to hell like the gross sickos and freaks?

y/n never really knew what happened once death occurred, but yet again no one really did. as she gazed out to the green decaying trees, she could only wonder if this was going to be her last fight alive. her father, negan smith, believed he had done it. he believed he had found these travelers in a venerable state to which he could kill their leader, rick. it’s all her ever talked about, kill rick this and kill rick that, it was annoying.

her dad was some kind of sicko like the ones in hell, yet she never had the guts to tell him her thoughts. she had let him run lose and kill who he could, she couldn't tell him not to go after innocents. honestly, she was scared. she was yelled at constantly, and she had gotten into incidents where he had to hold himself back from harming her physically. by now she knew what she could and couldn't say to him. she unfortunately knows what he could do to her ‘pretty little’ face.

“alright gang, they’ll be here soon! get out and hide so we can catch them!” y/n complied with her fathers pitiful orders. obviously she didn’t want to do this to them, but she also didn’t want to be alone either. she knew her father would drop her in the middle of no where, and dying alone was not on her bucket list. she opened the car door and stepped onto the grey gravel, everyone going to hide further up in the trees. she sighed, following the men as she didn't want to be left behind.

she silently ducked behind a blossoming juniper bush, reloading her carbine rifle so she could actually protect herself from the shots that were fired. her head was rushing with different kind of thoughts, but she needed to do this for herself, she needed to survive. she suddenly saw a dark red beaten jeep zoom nearby her, and she caught the face of daryl dixon, just for s split second. she knew daryl from an incident, so she knew rick was obviously with him. the two wouldn’t leave each other behind that easy.

it was silent for a long outstretched while, then the loud rumbling and roaring of a motor neared her once more, recognizing the red jeep from previously. she watched helplessly as daryl, rick, some woman and rick’s son got out the vehicle. they were all equipped with some form of weapons, so they weren’t leaving without a decent and bloody fight. y/n glanced at her father whom was in front of her, he had pulled the gun up to his eye. he peered through the scope right at the group.

the first shot crackled in the air like a blind firework, then multiple were fired shortly after. it was as if the first was a cue for the rest to start. y/n ducked lower to the grassy floor, anger bubbling through her body like a warm boiler. she glanced at her grinning father, growling at the way he was acting about this all. she then aimed helplessly at someone near by her, but because of their quick movements and dodges she couldn’t get a good shot on them.

after focusing on daryl’s quick body for too long, she heard a crackling snap of a twig behind her. just an animal, she told herself, but she thought different when she heard the horrifying cock of a handgun gun. she felt her heart skip a beat at the sudden noise. y/n never spun around so fast, shooting the perpetrator of the gun. the sound ripped through her ears like a rocket, making a terrible circuit sound whip around her head.

“oh my god, oh my god” she repeatedly whispered to herself, e/c eyes widening as she realized what sin she had preformed. the boy, who she now recognized as carl grimes, had been shot in the stomach. he just painfully watched her, letting his lip quiver with sudden fear. he felt all consciousness slip slowly from his head, eyes closing shortly after. his body stumbled as it hit the rotting tree behind him, then falling into the shallow waters bellow. despite the waters being shallow, his body did fall under the blue. he felt his body fall into a hidden piece.

“no no no! carl!” y/n gasped to herself, jumping up and starting to panic. she didn't know what to do, she didn’t know how to help him survive. she turned to where rick was crouched, he was making his way over slowly from behind the cars. maybe rick knew how to give cpr or something, she just needed him over here quicker. he needed to be closer to help his son. “rick! help! carl's been shot, he’s going to drown!” she screamed loudly before running into the water to try and pull him up.

she didn’t see rick run to where the two were previously, she was more focused on grabbing carl out of the blue water. his hat floated above the water, but she disregarded that as she found his clothed stomach floating just above the blue water line. she grabbed his cowboy hat while approaching his motionless body, placing the hat on his body. the slow ripples of his body made the water look pretty, maybe it was the wrong time and day for the water to look nice.

rick suddenly wailed at the sight of his son’s head underneath the water. he had lost his wife, and he couldn't loose his son too. y/n grabbed carl’s head carefully, raising it above the water. he looked rather peaceful, which pulled at her heart. was he dead? she pulled at his shoulders, etching him closer and closer to the bank of the stream. she kept thinking, a few more steps carl, just to reassure herself mainly. she didn’t want him to die, he still had a chance at a good and safer life.

“rick please! you have to know cpr or something! you have to save him!” y/n begged when she rested carl on the rough grey stones. the desperation in her voice shocked him, but he didn’t lack in movement. rick scrabbled to the two teenagers, whimpering and thanking the girl for grabbing his defenseless son. she sat back on the rocks while rick pumped at his chest aimlessly. she began counting to herself, how long it had been when he started the chest compressions. how long until it was too long.

“don’t yer dare, you ratbag” y/n looked up rather quickly to see her father angrily aiming a hand gun right at her face. her breathing suddenly stopped at the terrifying sight of her dad. she never thought she’d see this sight ever in her life, yet here she was. daryl had his shotgun aimed right at the back of negan’s head, eyes blazing red with hidden hatred for the elder man. ”put the gun down, and no one has ter get hurt” and negan obeyed. y/n had never seen her father shake from someone else’s words before.

“dad” the whisper came out rather softly yet noticeably, and rick started contagiously smiling. a few people let out sighs of pent up relief when carl sat up. his eyes squinted at the sudden blast of light, yet turned to see the events unfold. everyone remained still, y/n still staring desperately her sadist father. well the man she used to dumbly consider a father. she didn’t know him anymore, this whole apocalypse made him fowl and disgusting. this whole apocalypse changed him for the worst.

“y/n listen to me, get back in the car, you’re helping the enemy, i can’t even consider you my child. you sicken me” y/n felt the anger shoot through her like a gun bullet. was he seriously pulling that card? “good, I don't want to be your sick little offspring at all! i’m fucking sick of you and your disgusting behaviors! you have never once been my father since this started, and you never will be! so leave me for dead then!” the words flew out before she could process them. and when she did process them, she couldn’t stop now.

“i never wanted to fight you or challenge, i've been to scared of you. but i will not stand down to you anymore negan! I’m not fucking scared. you have ruined my life! dad’s aren't mean to do that to their daughters!” she wailed in horror, wet and fat tears filling her e/c eyes. she had never cried in front of her dad before, but she needed this moment. this was her moment. “we are only two people with the same last name.. we have no similarities anymore. you are dead to me” she finished angrily.

“negan, its best you and your pity party leave” rick spoke up bravely, standing to his feet, “she’s coming back with us” y/n turned her gaze to rick. he had now stood up at carls side defensively, carls blue eyes wondering to his angry father. “i think she’s made it very clear that she doesn’t love nor need you in her life” y/n dropped her head lower to the floor. she couldn’t look anyone around her in the eye right now.

“fine! you want to be apart of these show ponies then so be it, i just hope to shoot your rotting body one day” that was the last thing negan ever said to her before him and his few men walked away. he had strolled out of her life just like that, he surely didn’t care about her. y/n looked at his retreating figure, negan was out of her life and she could thrive happily. she now had better men to help her out. she would be safe and much more happier then with negan and his sick little friends.

when y/n was back at their safe point, she felt relaxed and refreshed. she had only been staying for a few days, but yet again it was so much better, having her own small shack to stay in and having her own job to help out. she felt as if she was apart of something more, not just apart of some apocalypse. she felt like she belonged with the other thankful survivors of alexandria, she was thankful for all of them. they had happily accepted her after some convincing with rick too, so she had to pay them back for her safety.

“so you're the kid that saved me right?” her relaxation in the garden was short lived when carl approached her. she turned to face him with a welcoming yet slightly confused smile, placing her shovel against the white home wall. carl looked a lot better after the gun shot he had induced, as it had only been a few days. y/n nodded sheepishly, approaching him with a small pip in her steps. This was their first formal interaction together, as carl had been often tended to by denise for the past few days.

“i guess you could say that, i have to owe it to your father though, he gave you cpr and stuff” she said cockily, placing her hand on the wall. it was true what she said, all she did was fetch carl from the shallow waters, it was nothing more then that. she would have done it for anyone who was there. plus anyone could have gone after him “all i did was go into the water, its not that interesting unless you make it out to be”

“yeah but you went in the water for me, your supposed enemy! plus you rebelled against your dad! that was amazing!” he gasped loudly leaning on the railing, “i never did catch your name, you know. mind telling me?” he looked down at her with a big lopsided grin. she saw some kind of friendly glint in his mischievous eyes, one that kept her on her toes for him. carl seemed friendly enough to her, and she really did need a good friend around here. it was getting boring of listening to daryl about how he used to kill squirrels. he calls them an old delicacy, gross.

“maybe that was because you were drowning in water, or was it because you were unconscious, but my names y/n! you don't have to tell me about your name, i know already” she said sticking her left hand out for him to shake. carl accepted it graciously in his own, giving a firm shake. “uhm, anyways.. rosita is hosting a dinner for everyone tonight, and i was going to ask if you wanted to sit with me?” carl seemed a bit nervous to ask the rather simple question, y/n found it very sweet.

“yeah for sure! that sounds like heaps of fun” she chuckled loudly when his face lightened up at her response. “and if it isn't a problem with you, we could go back to my place and i could show you my comics, i know girls don't really like comic books much bu-” y/n chuckled to herself, cutting him off suddenly. “No, I love comics, and i’d be happy to go with you!” she chirped back to him, making him crack a huge grin. reading comics sounded like a lot of fun, she needed to wind down.

y/n felt a form of happiness inside, one that would bubble forever.

✿ ° Fin

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rsanchezslut · 2 months

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Bless us with all those sweet Rick x reader headcanons you hold

!! thank you sm for asking !! i'm not sure how many i have in such a broad sense, but here are some HCs i usually apply when thinking abt a relationship w/ rick!!

xXx

-i always imagine you meet Rick through Beth somehow. In my head, it's usually though an exercise class of sorts (Zumba, bc my first R+M hyperfixation was when I was doing dance twice a week LOL), but I also really like the neighbors approach too (typical) because i think it's fun to think she starts inviting you over to have wine nights with her and you become really good friends!!

-I also love HCing Morty bonding with you too!! Seeing the way you make his mom happy and pique Rick's interest in just the right way makes him literally. Want. to befriend you. He thinks you're cool and also genuinely NICE ASF which lowkey pisses Rick off for a bit but makes him all the more inclined to like, actually talk to you (bc he's jealous you won over Morty so easily<3)

-Rick definitely goes (a little) out of his way to impress you (eventually). not... overboard, because he's still Rick and his literal brand is not caring ofc, but... i do think he enjoys it, per se, esp season 5+ Rick who's a lot more considerate... when you seem interested in what he's doing and actually want to talk about it. Part of him is def still skeptical, but... it grows on him the closer you get emotionally ...

-Rick is surprisingly appreciative of acts of service!! Esp. things like cooking him food / doing laundry, and even more so if who you're helping is Beth, Morty or Summer!! I always think about you dropping off food for the family if Beth is working late, or helping summer w/ her homework... and i for sure see it as something Rick... notices and pays attention to.

-I LOVE RICK'S LITTLE COT in his room. it is so silly to me that he sleeps on that in HIS fucking DAY CLOTHES. So I think he gets all weird abt spending the night at your place. Maybe weird is the wrong word, but like. usually he's down to fuck and then just go home (or spend the night but not care abt the emotional significance of it and skip your morning together) and it's like. Lmaoooooo.

which I think for a while you're kinda cool w/ because... idk. It's not that serious? but the first time you actually have a real sleepover in your own space (and not an alien motel or his car) is genuinely so. intimate. and signifies and big change

-omf there was only one bed fic WHEN???? sharing a room fic WHEN?????

-but FUCKING IN HIS CAR HAS DEFINITELY HAPPENED absolutely. the way he had a little curtain when he was w/ daphne ... you have def used that curtain. and literally slept back there too.

-he has more dad/caring traits than he realizes. Sick? Sleep it off. Need a nap? Here's a bed. Always has everything you need on hand and is willing to give it to you <3

-he thinks it's hot when you fight with him and doesn't take you serious half of the time because of it

-when he doesn't smell like alcohol and oil he actually smells. so fucking good. Naturally sweet and kinda musky but in such a comforting sense!! u always know if he's been around somewhere in the house bc the scent lingers (or maybe youre just sensitive to him, who knows)

-one day we need to talk about his horrible possessive-ness streak when you actually manage to get close to him. Always talking abt how he doesn't care but really he's a HORRIBLE liar. coping mechanisms are 0/10 (tell me why he's surprised to find out you need to cope too LMFAO)

#rick sanchez x reader #if you want anything more specific lmk!!#this was so fun thank u anon! <3 #mine

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nebulablakemurphy · 9 months

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But can we get a Daryl fic sample?

It’s like a Dead City/Daryl Dixon spinoff combo situation that follows Y/N and Daryl on their accidental trip to France. And their daughter Sophie, Carol, Maggie and Negan’s storyline to rescue Hershel Jr. in Manhattan at the same time. So that said, I hope you enjoy this free sample of ‘Way Down We Go’

“Never thought I’d get this close to seeing Lady Liberty in the flesh.” Negan huffs, staring out at the abandoned city of Manhattan.

“Not from ‘round here?” The girl, trailing behind him, inquires. Not that she really cares, but there’s not enough history between them for her to hate him the way Maggie does. And the silence is deafening.

“Virginia, born and raised. You?”

“I was born in a prison.” Sophie raises a shoulder, her Y/H/C hair shifting in it’s ponytail.

“Ain’t that some shit, kid.” Negan remarks.

“It was hardly a prison by then, try compound.” Carol interjects.

“It was a prison, Grandma.” Her parents used to tell her stories about it. How she was named after her mother’s little sister, who didn’t live long enough to see it. Sophie was the second baby born there, almost a year after Judith. They’re both grown now. Adults by all accounts of the old world. Still, when she wants to do anything even remotely dangerous, Carol follows…or her mom…or her dad. “But tomato, tomoto I guess.”

Y/N and Daryl are…different. As parents, they were fair, never came down too hard on her. Her father is an outdoor cat who learned to survive indoors. Her mother is the opposite.

They met at the first camp Rick’s group ever had and the rest is history. To this day they grumble when people ask what they are to each other, or assume that they are together, or worse; married.

They are Y/N and Daryl. That’s all.

Growing up, Sophie always thought they were in love. At least in the way she perceived love to be. Her father would come home after a long day and cling to her mother like it was the first and last time he’d see her for years. Sometimes her mother would cling. But it was rare and often meant that something was wrong.

He let Y/N drive his bike on occasion, hollering all the while, “watch where ya goin’, girl!”

Otherwise her father is a quiet man, her mother is more outspoken. And though Daryl Dixon is more than capable, Y/N Peletier never hesitates to put anyone who messes with him in their place.

Leaving their only child behind was not a decision they made lightly. But Sophie is old enough to make her own choices and she’s never been a risk taker. Staying in a place that’s familiar, versus abandoning it for the great unknown was a no brainer.

Which only adds to the irony of her current situation. Sophie and Carol on a mission with Maggie and Negan himself, to rescue Hershel from some guy called the Croat.

What a time to be alive.

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“Damnit, girl, stop movin’.” Daryl growls, applying pressure to the blade wound on Y/N’s thigh. Something to remember the prick they stole this boat by.

Aaron told Daryl a long time ago, that he could tell a good person from a bad one. Daryl doesn’t know if that’s true anymore, but this last group was not good people.

“Fuck,” Y/N shakes her head. “We’re fucked.” There goes any chance of getting home.

“Why don’t ya say it a little louder, maybe it’ll help.” He lets up slightly when her hand rests over his.

Her lips pressed together to contain the sound of her suffering.

“Lemme see.”

Y/N removes her hand and his. The muscles of her afflicted leg spasming of their own accord. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“You’re gonna live.” Daryl murmurs, prodding around the gash. “Needs stitches though.”

Thunder cracks down, booming behind dark clouds in the overcast sky.

Y/N can’t help but laugh as the first drops of rain hit her upturned cheek. There’s a storm brewing and they’re stuck bobbing in the middle of nowhere.

“Now we’re fucked.” Daryl grumbles, under his breath.

Part 1

#the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x you #daryl imagines #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #twd fic

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fandomwe1rd0 · 2 months

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Fic where rick has to watch Summer and Morty while Beth and Jerry are gone for a week bit he accidentally turns Summer and Morty into toddlers for a week and now has to watch them before they do something stupid like Summer drinking nail Polish

Oooooo this will be fun to write! Story under the cut!

Beth opened the car door "Dad, same rules as before, no damage to this house or these children or no more adventures with Morty." Rick sighed as he stuffed his hands in his lab coat pockets. "Mhm, yeah sure sweetie" Beth narrowed her eyes "Rick, are you listening to me?!" Rick nodded "Yes sweetie, got it keep the house clean, keep the kids safe, or else no more adventures with Morty" Beth sighed of relief "Ok, good dad, we'll be gone for a week." Jerry sighed "Are you sure we want to leave the kids in Rick's care?" Beth sighed "Jerry, he did fine last time, let's just trust him, it's better than using money on a babysitter" Jerry sighed "Ok Beth." Beth and Jerry rode off as Rick took a swig of his flask as he went to the garage. Morty followed him close behind "H-hey Rick need me for a-an adventure or something" Rick shrugged as he took another swig of his flask "Not r*burp*ight now buddy." Morty saw a potion as he reached for it, Rick spared him a glance "Wait... Morty NO-" Morty touched it, the liquid spilled on him, and turned into a toddler. Rick face palmed "Fuckkkk SUM-SUM GET IN HERE" and Summer went on "Woah, let me clean that up" Summer grabbed a stray towel and Rick said "No! " but it was too late. Summer turned into a toddler too. Summer giggled as she waddled over to a thing of bleach and attempted to drink it. Rick quickly grabbed Summer and Morty tried to drink it as well but Rick quickly grabbed Morty as well. Rick sighed and mumbled "Fuck*burp*ing dumbasses... It'll take me a week to fix this" Morty attempted to get out of Rick's grasp and Rick sighed "If grandpa lets you go, promise me you won't do anything stupid" Morty nodded and Rick gently put him down than he ran over to a knife, Rick quickly but gently put Summer down as he picked Morty up, then he saw Summer walks to a hammer, then he quickly and gently put Morty down and grabbed Summer, then be saw Morty go over to an outlet with a fork as he grabbed him "This will be the longest week of my life... " Rick mumbled

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #summer smith #rick #and #morty #rick c137

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misslisamiray · 18 days

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Hiii, Tumblr! I promised weekly exceprts from Down With the Rickness until the actual, full fic is up, so here we go! Today's excerpt involves Jerry's *brilliant* plan (aka, more absolute nonsense poor Morty has to deal with.) Enjoy!

"Your plan to help Rick feel better is... old anime VHS tapes? I mean... okay? Maybe it would distract him or cheer him up a little. He'd probably enjoy some, maybe even most of this stuff. That's actually not a bad idea, Dad. But it's also not a priority." Morty said.

"You misunderstand. I'm not looking for something for Rick to watch. I'm looking for something I need to watch. And once I do, then I'll know exactly how to help your grandfather." Jerry replied matter of factly.

After standing there for a moment, dumbfounded and not knowing what to say to that, Morty finally asked, "So, your big, great plan is to spend the day going through these boxes, then watching Sailor Moon? And that's supposed to teach you... something relevant to our current situation?"

"It's not going to take me all day, Morty. If your mom and I had done a better job of putting these tapes away, I'd already have what I need. And it's not as if I could watch all 200 episodes and 3 movies in a single day even if I tried. No, there's just one specific episode I need to find. I know it's technically a 'filler' episode, but it's a classic. Episode 71 of the original English dub, No Thanks, Nurse Venus! The bad guys infect the city with a flu virus as part of their evil plan, and all of the Sailor Scouts are down with it - except one." Jerry explained, his voice taking on a sing-songy tone at the last part.

"From the title, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's Sailor Venus?" Morty said, the urge to scream growing by the second.

"That's right, Morty! For some reason, she and Artemis - that's her mentor/talking cat - remain completely fine, so Mina sets out to nurse the rest of the team back to health. She's honestly terrible at it, but she means so, so well." Jerry replied fondly.

"Dad, I - where do I even start listing everything that's wrong with this 'plan' of yours?! 1, that sounds more like a magic spell than an actual virus. 2, you can't learn anything about treating an illness by watching an old anime episode, and, and..." Morty sputtered.

"Oh, Morty. It's because I told you it's a filler episode, isn't it? Or maybe because I specifically need to watch the old DiC dub? For someone with only the most basic understanding of Sailor Moon, you really don't have any business being a snobby purist. And for your information, Mister, this episode is so good that even people who normally are snobs about that sort of thing enjoy it." Jerry said, shaking his head and giving his son a disappointed look.

#fanfiction #rick and morty fanfiction #fanfic excerpt #my writing #my fic #jerry smith #morty smith #i am having entirely too much fun with this nonsense #i love how it's canon that most if not all of the family are some degree of weeb #and that they still own & use a VCR #this weeb who also still owns & uses a VCR is greatly enjoying being able to incorporate these things #sickfic

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https://www.tumblr.com/thesungod/716101402178486272/so-ive-been-reading-toa-and-im-nearly-done-with?source=share

Oh yeah that makes sense, I didn't even consider that part about Apollo being an unreliable narrator and demigods having a different way of interacting in friendships. It still hurts my heart a little though bc I LOVE Apollo 😭 and I'm glad you like answering asks about toa bc I have a lot of thoughts :)) I saw a spoiler about the ending of the last book where will and Nico are about to go on their quest to Tartarus and Apollo says he can't help them with that, what are your thoughts on that? It made me :/ a bit bc an Apollo who loves his children and who knows what it's like to be a mortal and how difficult it is for demigods should not be so casual about hi own son going off to literal hell and then saying he can't help ... It seems ooc to me. What do you think?

OH ANON. WELCOME TO THE CLUB.

Literally every ToA fan thinks Apollo just letting Nico and Will fuck off to Tartarus is ooc and stupid.

I totally understand how the solangelo book needed to work on its own to give Will and Nico the chance to shine, but it truly makes no sense for them to inform Apollo of their plan without Apollo at the very least attempting to convince them to leave it alone!!

The solangelo book could have simply worked on the premise that neither Apollo nor Hades know anything about Nico and Will’s plan. The moment Rick Riordan canonically confirmed that Apollo is AWARE of his sunshine son wanting to jump to Hell, it becomes soo OOC of him to not care or intervene😭

And the part about Apollo being like “i just don’t want to tell demigods what to do <3” DUDE WHAT THE HELL, it’s your literal job as a parental figure to tell demigods what to do (=advice them and guide them). I just… don’t get it.

Personally, I like to consider that scene a simple narrative device with no bearing on the rest of the story: Rick needed to tease the solangelo book + Apollo was the only narrator available + adults notoriously can’t help in kids’ books because that would make the kids NOT the protagonists anymore = “I know of Will and Nico’s plan but I can’t help ah-ah”.

When you’re done with the books, I recommend you to read Eclipse by @tsarinatorment if you want to see an alternative ending where Apollo doesn’t just shrug and say “well, whatever🧍🏻‍♀️” when Will tells him of Tartarus.

I (thesungod on Ao3) also have a couple of fics brushing the Tartarus topic post ToA (technically, one of them is still not online because it’s being written but it’s almost done eheh), and there are so many fics about Apollo generally being a good dad post-canon you can find browsing the tag, if you’ll be in the mood for some more content when you’re done with the books. I know I definitely was😅.

If Rick Riordan doesn’t give us what we want, we’ll just make it ourselves🤪.

With that said, I’m happy you love Apollo and I’m always here to answer more ToA questions and give my opinions because ToA is the book series of my life <33

Enjoy the rest of the series <3

#trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #ask

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rwateringcan03 · 1 year

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omg heyy, i noticed that u are writing for the walking dead so i hope it’s okay that im requesting.

could u do lee carl and ler ron in season 5 of the walking dead? maybe where they are playing a game of truth or dare and ron asks carl if he’s ticklish? it’s okay if not the walking dead needs more fics, have a great day / night !!

Omg hii, thanks for your submission! I fr forgot about Ron for a little bit lmao, but I'm happy to write it!

Truth or Dare

It was raining outside, which meant no one could go outside. Unless you wanted to be drenched by the rain and be freezing cold. Most people were sitting in their houses, reading or having conversations. Carl was sitting amongst his dad and Michonne in the living room of their new house. None of them had really gotten used to staying in warm, clean houses yet. Judith was in her crib, Michonne very gently rocking her. The sky was grey and yucky, and the rain made pretty patterns on the windows. Carl used to pretend that the water droplets on the windows were having a race when they dripped down. He sighed and leaned back on the couch. Today was gonna be a boring day.

All of the sudden there was a frantic knock at the door. All 3 of them turned around. Michonne grabbed Judith and held her close. Rick started for the door slowly. He hadn't yet trusted Alexandria, so he couldn't be too careful.

Rick opened the door, and there stood Ron on the doorstep; a red, wornout umbrella in one hand. He smiled as he saw Rick. "Is Carl home?" He had to raise his voice because the sound of the rain hitting the pavement was loud. "I was wondering if he wanted to come over to my place for a bit?" Rick relaxed a bit, knowing that it was just one of Carls friends. Rick grinned and turned to Carl. "Carl, it's for you. "

Carl springed up from the couch and hurried to the door. "Bye dad!" He said, and he closed the door behind him. Rick chucked sat back down on the couch and smiled at Michonne. "Least he's made a friend." Rick felt better that there were other kids in Alexandria that Carl could be friends with.

Carl and Ron ran to Ron's house, trying to keep dry under the red umbrella that was only suitable for one person. They giggled as they finally reached Ron's door and hurried inside. "Thank god." Ron sighed and put the umbrella down. Water dripped onto the carpet. Carl glanced up at the staircase and then back at Ron. "Race ya!" Immediately Carl started running up the stairs. "Hey, not fair!" Ron followed close behind him. Carl was familiar with Ron's house since he's been there a thousand times with Enid.

They both reached the top of the stairs and sat there for a minute, catching their breathe. Ron glanced at Carl. "So what do you want to do?" Carl cleared his throat. "Dunno, we can't go outside." Ron thought for a minute, then came up with an idea. "Wanna play truth or dare?" Carl whipped his head around. He hadn't played truth or dare since he was like 5. He'd always been terrible at it because he can never think of good dares. He eventaully sighed and nodded. Ron grinned and stood up. "We can play it my room if you'd like." Carl nodded and followed his friend.

Ron's room was big and spacious. He could probably fit half of Alexandria in there if he really tried. Carl sat down on the soft carpeted floor, Ron sat faced him. "Okay, you go first." Carl forgot how to play it for a second, but quickly caught on. "Uhmm truth or dare?" Ron thought for a moment. "Dare!" Carl dreaded he'd say that. He paused and tried thinking. There was so many options, but he couldn't think of any. "I dare you toooo..." Ron was starting to grow impatient. He barked out a laugh. "Hurry uhup!" Carl smirked, and then he thought of something. "I dare you to go stand out in the rain for 30 seconds." Carl was proud of his dare. Ron's jaw dropped open. "No way!"

"But it's a dare! You have to!" Carl giggled.

"No! My turn." Ron crossed his arms.

Carl sighed. "Fine, but the next one, you have to do it!"

Ron smiled. "Fine. Uhmm truth or dare?"

"Truth." Carl said with no hesitation. "It's safer." Ron scoffed and started thinking of something to ask his friend. "Uhmm...are you ticklish?" Carl's smiled faded. He honestly had no idea. He hadn't been tickled for ages. He shook his head. "Nope. Not at all. My turn. Truth or d-" Ron cut him off. "Are you surree?" Carl felt his face heat up. He shook his head no agian. He slowly scooted backwards. Ron scooted closer to him, now grinning and wiggling his fingers at him. Carl couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

That definitely gave it away.

Before Carl could even get up and attempt to run away, Ron pounced on him like a lion. "AH-" Carl yelped as he felt Ron tackle him and straddle his hips. Carl's arms were trapped underneath Ron's legs. All he could do was squirm and kick his legs uselessly. "Alright. Let's see if you're lying to me. "

Before Carl could protest, Ron dug his fingers into his ribs. "rOHOHON NOHOHAHAHAHA" Carl's ribs weren't his worst spot, but they were definitely ticklish. Ron's fingers scribbled all over his ribs. "ROHOHON PLEHEHEHESE" He moved his fingers to Carl's underarms, trying to snake his hands into his clamped arms. Carl shook his head back and forth. "PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA" Ron was laughing with him, obviously having as much fun as he was. He moved his hands from Carl's underarms to his belly, scribbling his fingers the sensitive skin. Carl was squirming helplessly under Ron, and kicking his feet in the air. "ROHHOHON PLEHEHESE STOHOHOP" Ron ignored his friends protests and poked his hip. Carl gasped loudly.

Shit.

"Wahahait Ron, plehehase not thehehere-" Carl knew what was about to happen. He tried preparing himself for it. Ron's eyes grew wide and he immediately drilled his thumbs into Carl's hips.

Carl's body went weak. His muscles gave up. His laughter went silent. He threw his head back with laugher and kicked his feet uselessly. "ROHOHON NOHAHAHHAHAHA" the poor boys laughter was starting to make his throat sore. Ron eventually sensed Carl had had enough and stopped his tickle attack. He got off Carl and sat beside him. "Yohou good?" Ron asked, giggling slightly. Carl layed there on the floor, curled in a ball, arms wrapped around his sore belly. His face was red and there were tears in his eyes.

Eventually his laughter stopped and he caught his breath. He sat up and faced Ron. "Maybe that's enough truhuth or dare for today."

Guys sorry if this is bad, it's my first fic😭

#Twd #the walking dead #ticklefics #tickle blog #tickle headcanons #carl grimes #ron twd #ron x carl #tickle commissions #sfw tickle

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Two is Better than One Part 4

The line up

Rick x reader x daryl

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: character death, season 7 spoilers, mention of miscarriage

Season: 7

Not gunna lie, made myself tear up thinking about this event again, this is more of a set up chapter for the rest of the fic but i hope you enjoy! Thank you for all the support! Also feel free to come and hang out in my discord, we have lots of cool people in there! - mads

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At this point you were chewing the skin off your fingers, panicking after Abraham had told you that Daryl had wandered off in search of Denise's killers. The thought terrified you, you had no idea where Rick or Carl was, you were sitting watching Judith sleep, stroking your bump for any form of comfort. You were just falling around 7 months now, after finding Jesus you learnt of more communities, even found a doctor who had an ultra scan allowing to confirm you were around 7 months and the gender of the baby, keeping it a secret from the boys with the intentions of a mini gender reveal. But plans didn't work out, they never did. Rick decided to hunt and seek out a man named Negan in the trade of food. Alexandria's food supply was getting dangerously low, to the point where Daryl was giving up his servings to make sure you and the baby were fed at all costs. “Why are your dads so frustrating to deal with?” You said to your bump, watching as the baby reacted with a small yet painful kick in your ribs. “That wasn’t very kind to say” rick spoke from the doorway, a startled gasp falling from your lips. “Where have you been?! With daryl missing-“

“It’s alright, we made a pack when one wasn’t here the other one will be, I wouldn’t leave you” he spoke, crouching down in front of you, his rough hands caressing your bump. You watched as he smiled when he felt the baby kick against his touch. “Active?”

“It has you or Daryl's genes of course it’s going to be active” you scoffed, earning a small chuckle from rick. “Where were you anyway? What’s going on?” You asked him. Rick stood up sighing. “Maggie is having a few problems with the baby, we need to get to the hilltop. With these ‘saviours’ around I don’t feel safe leaving you here. So you're coming with us” he said. “What-“

“Look I'm not happy about it either but the last time there was a threat inside the walls you ran around with an axe” he said, giving you a scolding look telling you there was no point in arguing. You nodded, pointing to your boots. “Help me get these on then” you said. He smiled, grabbing the shoes and began putting them on.

You sat far away from Maggie, not wanting your bump to upset her anymore, the idea she could be losing her child as we speak caused your hormones to go wild. You sat at the table just behind Rick who was driving, looking out the window listening to the groans and whimpers of Maggie, your best friend, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you stroked your own stomach. Abraham stopped next to you, sitting down and slinging an arm around your shoulder. He shielded you from the Rv, from the prying eyes of the group taking pity on the two women in the car. “You good?” He asked. You shook your head, sniffling into his shirt. He soothingly stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. “Hey she’ll be alright, you both will” he said. You nodded, thanking him before motioning to him you wanted to move. Rick watched through the visor as you stumbled your way to the back of the RV towards the cot Maggie was in. She smiled weakly at you, “im sorry I haven’t been at your side, i didn't want to- my bump- “

“It’s fine, your comfort is better than any mans”

“Even Glenn’s”

“Well most men” she laughed. You smiled, stroking her hair soothingly. “Do you think we’ll make it?” She whispered. You sighed looking out the window, “something doesn’t feel right, but i'm sure we will”

Maggie nodded, laying her hand over yours, holding it tightly.

You kneeled in the gravel, your hand tightly grasping Maggies, the other holding Abraham’s. You looked around seeing the others kneeling besides you. Rick and Carl’s eyes were on you never losing sight of you. Tears fell down your face, confused and scared. “Bring out the others” a man with a moustache spoke. Your eyes followed one of them carrying what looked like Daryl's crossbow. You watched as he and some others dragged people out of the van, once they were in the blinding light you saw Rosita, Michone, Glenn and Daryl. You whimpered at the sight of your other half, hunched over, a dirty blanket half draped over his shoulders. He was pale and sweaty, blood looked like it poured out of his arm. Daryl's eyes caught your, panic filled them almost immediately, his fingers twitching and grasping at the gravel, desperate to make his way over to you. “Let’s greet the man of the hour shall we?” The man with the moustache said, you watched as he stalked over to the Rv and opened the door, a man in a leather jacket stepped out….smiling. You watched as he clutched a baseball bat in barbed wire and swung it over his shoulder. “Are we pissing our pants yet?Boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close” he spoke enthusiastically. His grin reached from ear to ear as he walked in front of the group. Swinging his bat in everyone’s faces. “Yep, it's going to be pee-pee pants city real soon. Right, so which one of you pricks is the leader?” He said, swing his bat across the length of the group. “This one” a man spoke, shoving rick slightly forwards. “Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. And then when i sent more of my people to kill your people..you killed more of my people! Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is, but I think we can get you up to speed real soon” he chuckled. You watched as Rick tilted his head, his fingers twitching, grasping at the gravel. “Yeah, you’re going to regret crossing me real soon” Negan continued, crouching in front of Rick and smiling. A power display.

“You see rick, whatever you do. No matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order. And this new world order is simple. So if you are stupid, which you very well could be. You can understand it” the man mocked standing up. You watched as he shifted the bat to drape over his shoulder as he started to pace around the line again. “Give me your shit…or i'll kill you. You see, today is career day! We invested a lot, so you know what we can do. What can I do” He said, stopping yet again in front of your partner, Maggie's hand grasped your tighter wincing as another wave of pain fell over to her. “You have shit. You give it to me, that’s your job. And I know it's a mighty big nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will.” He joked. The men behind you snickering at the sight of your group. “You ruled the roost, you built something. You thought you were safe, I get it. But you aren’t safe, not even close. In fact you are pegged, more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And all I want is half your shit. And if it's too much, you can make, find or steal more. I'll even it out later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back the harder it will be. And if someone knocks, you let us in” he laughed. You listened to the other men agree with him, fueling the fire. “You understand? What no answer. You didn't think you could do this without being punished. I don’t want to kill your people, I just want to make that clear. But you killed a lot of my people, more than I am comfortable with, so you're going to pay for that” he added. You watched as he stepped back from Rick, his eyes moving across the faces of your family. “You see, this is Lucille, she’s awesome. And this is so we can pick one of you to beat the holy hell out of. Let's find which one gets the honour” he said, inhaling sharply as his eyes scanned over the group, falling onto Carl who had a stolen gun laid in front of you. “You got one of our guns, actually you got a lot of our guns. Shit kid, lighten up, at least cry a little” he laughed, his eyes moved from Carl to you and Maggie. At this point you were holding the poor woman up, Abraham trying to take most of your weight as well. You could tell Rick or Daryl wanted to be the one holding your hand, not Abraham. You didn't fail to notice daryls glare hadn't left you, the action soothing him but also making him confused as to why they didn't just leave you home alone. “Jesus you look like shit. And you! You look pregnant! Tell me, how far along are you?” He said, crouching in front of you smiling. “7 months” you whispered. A whistle left the man's lips, “you mean someone in this group gets action? Woah” he laughed. “Who’s the father?” He asked, you stayed silent, your eyes quickly glancing at Rick and daryl. “Oh you don’t know, i like a woman like that” he grinned, followed with a loud laugh. You shot Daryl a look, watching as he was eager to get up and protect you. You knew Rick had more self control. “I should put you out of your misery though” he said looking at Maggie.

“No!no!” Glenn screamed, scrambling his way from his spot to make his way over to Maggie. “NOPE, get him back in line”

You winced as you heard Glenns grunts, you watched Negan move his attention to Glenn, feeling Maggie's sobs wreck through her body as she clutched your hand tightly. “Alright listen! Don’t ANY of you do that again, i will shut that shit down no exceptions. So the first ones free, and an emotional moment let's call it.” He said, making his way back over to the grimes.

“This is definitely your kid.” He taunted Rick, you watched as Rick watched Negan wordlessly. You could feel his anger and his rage building up.

“Just stop this!” Carl said, you shook your head to Carl, begging for him to stay silent.

“Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don't make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody.” Negan shrugged, standing back to the front of the group. Looking around at the mismatched family choosing who he should kill. The suspense killed you. “I simply can not decide. But I got an idea” he chuckled. He walked in front of Rick, pointing his bat in his face.

Eenie...Rick

meenie...Sasha

miney… Maggie

mo…Glenn

Catch...Michonne

a tiger...Daryl

by...Aaron

his toe..You

If...Carl

he hollers… Rosita

let him go…Rick

My mother...You

told me...Glenn

to pick…Daryl

the very best one...carl

and you…sasha

Are…Michonne

It…Abraham

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that.” Negan said, preparing his bat at Abraham. He swung it hard, you watched as Abraham’s body thudded, the bat splattering blood over you, his hand still clasped tightly in yours. “OH look at that! Taking it like a champ” Negan laughed as he watched ABrham sit back up on his knees, staring Negan in the eyes. His hand left yours, making a small signal to someone before you found its warmth again. “Suck…my…nuts” Abraham said, before Negan landed another blow on his head. Abraham’s body went crashing to the floor. His grip loosening on your hand as Negan smacked his head again and again and again. Blood spraying over you, Maggie and Rosita face. You stared at the pooling blood, you watched as it crept over to your knees soaking it in blood. “Oh my goodness! Look at my dirty girl” he joked as he swung the bat. Blood landing on everyone’s face, your family’s blood landing on your face. “I say he took a hit for the team, hell six or seven! So take a damn look!” He shouted. You whimpered your hand now leaving your dead friends, rubbing your stomach as any form of comfort hoping your baby would kick. A loud grunt and the sound of a punch landing caused your head to snap up. “Daryl!” You and Rick screamed. You began to cry at the sight of Daryl being pinned to the ground like some rabid dog. “OH, THAT IS A NO-NO!” Negan yelled, rubbing his face over the spot that Daryl had landed the hit. “The whole thing! Not one bit of shit files here, ``Negan added. You watched as the man holding Daryl down, aimed his crossbow closer to his face. You felt tears stream down your face, “do you want me to do it? Right here?”

“No no please, i need him, please” you cried, your hands falling into the gravel as you pleaded, Abraham’s blood coating them. “No you don’t kill them, that’s not how it works” the man with the moustache spoke, smirking. “I already told you, the first ones free. First impressions are important. So…back to it”

“NO” you heard Maggie scream from beside you. You watched as Glenn's body fell to the floor, Negan's bat landing on it. You watched as Glenn slowly rose up again, spluttering blood and grunting. “Buddy? Are you still there? It seems like you’re trying to speak but you just took a hell of a hit! Hell I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out! And it is gross as shit” negan taunted looking over towards you and Maggie, the both of you now sobbing, the gravel digging into your palms. “Mmmaggie, i'll find you” glenn said, staring straight at the traumatised woman. Negan swung the bat again, and again. Glenn's skin getting trapped in the wire, as blood sprayed everywhere. The entire group sobbed, mourned at the loss of their beloved friend. “I am sorry, i truly am. But i did say, no exceptions”

You watched as Rick was taken into the RV being dragged like a dog after threatening the man himself. You looked as Daryl sobbed to the ground, his eyes not meeting yours. You sat back, watching as Maggie sobbed her hand had now found yours again, holding it like a lifeline. It wasn’t long until Rick returned, again being dragged out like a dog, displayed shamefully in front of the group. “The boy” Negan demanded, you watched as someone dragged Carl over to them. “Simon! A pen” he demanded. “You a southpaw kid?”

“Am I a what?”

“A lefty?”

“No”

“Good, that hurt?”

“No”

“It should,” Negan chuckled. “Alright, get on the ground next to daddy and spread them wings,” he laughed. He took the pen from Simon, drawing a line underneath the belt, the group watched as Negan handed Rick his axe. “Rick. Cut your son's arm off, right on that line. I need you to process this, but I need you to do it. Or she’s going to die” he said, pointing at you. The man behind you, stretched your head back, holding a knife to your neck, the cool metal digging into your skin. “Please we understand, you don’t have to do this” michonne begged. “You do! But Rick doesn’t. So I need a clean cut. Right there on that line.” He said. You watched as Rick finally broke, crying over the idea of hurting his son in such a way. “It can be me” he begged, “please it can be me!it can be me” he repeated, sobbing at the sight of you with a knife at your neck as Carl's arm was ready for him to chop. “You answer to me, you belong to me!”

“Provide for you” Rick sobbed, repeating the words back to negan. You felt the knife ease from your neck. “That look was all I wanted to see. All of us together , even the dead guys on the ground, they get a spirit award for sure. Today! Was a productive damn day! I hope you all get it.” Negan addressed the group, smiling and laughing at everyone’s pain. He stopped at Daryl, “Dwight! Load him up.” Negan instructed. “No! PLEAsE i need him! Daryl!” You cried, watching as he was dragged into the back of the truck. He’s got guts, I like him. He’s mine now. But you try something I'm going to cut pieces of- the hell's his name?”

“Daryl”

“Fitting. I'll cut pieces off Daryl and send them to you” he laughed. You sobbed and begged, “please. I need him” you cried. Negan laughed louder, watching as you tried to stand up only falling due to the size of your stomach. “Calm down dear, we don’t want a premature baby do we?” He teased me. “Please. Please please” you cried. You could barely see the amount of tears falling from them. You watched as Rick silently cried at you, waiting for the moment he could go and comfort you. “I’m gonna leave you a truck. You can use it to find all my shit, i'll be back in a week. Until then ta-ta”

Once the trucks left you were all left, Maggie slowly making her way over to Glenn’s body. Sobbing into it. Rosita and Sasha doing the same with abraham. Carl helped you stand up, bringing you into a hug, holding you as Rick tried to get Maggie to go to the hilltop. “M-Maggie” you whimpered, slowly making your way over to the woman. The two of you holding each other for support, “all of you have to go please, you need to go, I can’t have any of you out here. You need to go back” the woman cried into your shoulder. “Maggie let us take you please, someone will go with you” you whimpered. “I'll go,” Sasha said. Rick nodded. You held the woman as the rest of them loaded your lost ones onto the truck. Sasha helped Maggie get into it and drive off, taking her there. You ran into Rick's arms sobbing, “they have him rick, they have our boy, my my daryl” you sobbed. “It’s okay love, we'll get him back” he soothed you.

It wasn’t even a week later when Carl came rushing into the house, you looked over the landing at the boy confused. “He arrived early”

You froze, your body stiff, fear waving over you. “Dads at the gate, Daryl, he’s here,” Carl said. You didn't wait, running down the stairs as fast as you could without injuring yourself. “Rick rick!” You called out to him. Rick froze, his eyes scanning the crowd for you, “where is he? Daryl'' you panted. Rick nodded in the direction of him. You saw him, standing there, dirty, in an old sweat suit with the letter A on it. You saw him like a dog scared, his tail tucked between his legs. He looked up at you, giving you a weak smile. Your eyes scanned his face, tears pooling at your eyes. “He-he-“

“What love?” Negan spoke from beside you. “What have you done to him?!” You yelled. Anger climbing up fast, Rick tried to stop you, lead you away from him, calm you down, anything. He tried to. “Can- i go see him please? Just one minute” you begged, tears spilling from your eyes. Negan scanned your face, he watched as you stood strong but was slowly breaking down, he nodded. “ one minute, Rick, you follow me,” he said walking away, leaving Dwight to watch over you from afar. You ran to him, crashing into his weak arms. “I was so worried you were dead, if i wasn’t 7 months pregnant i would be getting you out so fast” you cried. Daryl stood, holding you, breathing in your hair, loathing the feeling of your bump pressed hard into his lower stomach. “Kinda glad you're pregnant then” he joked quietly, so quiet it almost seemed like a whisper. You smiled into his chest, trying not to react to the smell of him, he had lost his scent. Your favourite of pine and musk with a hint of sweat. “I'll make them get you back i promise” you cried. Daryl nodded, his hand running over your swollen stomach relishing the feeling of the baby kicking against his touch. “Times up!” Negan smirked. You did not respond, giving Daryl a kiss before turning adn storming away back to your house.

When rick returned home he didn't say anything, he went straight upstairs. Gathering blankets and old quilts on the way. You slowly followed him, waddling on your tired feet. You watched at the doorway as rick set up a small nest for you to sleep on with him, you smiled, crouching to the floor as best as you could. Rick helped you sit on the pile of blankets, rummaging through the draws for at least one of his larger t-shirts, he helped you undress. Kissing your legs and arms in a soothing manner. He helped you lay down against him once he had gotten himself ready. He tried to soothe you to sleep, satisfied once he heard the soft snores leaving your lips. “Is she okay?” He heard Michonne ask from the doorway. “No, I think she’s barely holding on,” he sighed. Michonne nodded, giving the man a weak smile. “Do you think the baby will be yours?” She asked, smiling at the man as he rubbed your swollen stomach soothingly. He shrugged, “I don’t mind, it will be my child either way. Judith- ain’t mine. Lori she…seeked comfort in my best friend, Shane, at the beginning of this. But I have to make sure she’s alive, so I can help her grow and survive this world.” He said. “It’s not your fault when people die”

“But sometimes it is- see Shane he said my family was his, and I was in his way. So i-i-“

“Rick, this was Negan, not you. You didn't kill them he did” Michonne interrupted. Rick sighed, nodding. She smiled at him, “well get him back, for her sake i promise”

Rick gave her a weak smile. She nodded leaving the room. Rick held you closer, tears silently falling from his eyes at the loss of his friend and he worry for his brother. He will get him back, he will keep you safe. Both of them will stay with you no matter what, you knew that.

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #daryl dixon #twd daryl #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes

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clairelsonao3 · 11 months

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Top 10 Character Essence

It's tag game time again!

@tabswrites and @hollyannewrites challenged (and I do mean challenged) me to name my top ten characters "decided by their essence or meaning to you."

A challenge to give your Top 10 favourite characters, based on their ESSENCE. They have to be favourite characters that also have a deeper literary value, where you enjoy their specific role in the story, and this means that the list also should exclude characters that would normally count as favourites if for purely nostalgic reasons. They can be from film, tv, or written media, anything.

Thank you! I hope I fulfilled the challenge the way it was meant to be fulfilled!

Although TBH, I can't believe I'm even attempting to tackle this. I have to choose only 10? I think it goes without saying this list is not exhaustive, nor does it represent all of my favorite books/movies/media. I really did try to capture the question by focusing on "essence and meaning" (including how they've influenced my own writing and not just "random characters I like." I also have to attempt not to write an essay for each because we don't want to be here all night.

Charlotte Doyle (The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi) Rich girl in the early 1800s gets on a ship with a mutinous crew and an evil captain, joins the crew, defeats the captain using only her wits, miraculously makes it home, AND THEN DECIDES TO GO BACK TO SEA AND BECOME A SAILOR. I read this all in one sitting one night when I was about 15 (after avoiding it because I thought it looked boring) and then literally decided to reshape my entire life based on it (I'm not kidding). Yes, I actually took up sailing. Also, there's a hot sailor that she obviously has chemistry with but it's left unresolved, and no one has ever written a future fic about it to my knowledge, and that's a CRIME. So yeah, step right up.

John Bender (The Breakfast Club) He's not just the original '80s bad boy with a Dark and Troubled Past, but what most people forget about him is that he's also hilarious. It's a rare combination. Honorary mention to his love interest, Claire, and not just because of her name.

Fantine (Les Miserables by Victor Hugo) - Mostly the book version of her, though she obviously has a showstopping number in the musical as well. She was the sad, angsty character I needed during the most sad, angsty period of my life. She was a poor, lonely urchin who found fleeting love and happiness in the spring, got abandoned and pregnant in the winter -- and it only got worse from there. Also, apropos of nothing, at one point, I wrote a short story featuring a dog by the same name -- who, um, died.

The Artful Dodger/Dodger (Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens/Oliver & Company) - I'm including both the human version and the dog version of this character because I love them both (though I actually prefer the Disney movie, lol). They're both thieves with devil-may-care attitudes, with soft spots for those more vulnerable than themselves. Plus, the dog version is Billy Joel, wears sunglasses, and plays piano with his tail, which -- I don't care what anyone says -- will never not be cool.

Satine (Moulin Rouge) - She was the beautiful, sparkling, singing, dancing tragic sex goddess I so badly wanted to be. So much so that as recently as five years ago when I reluctantly dressed up for a Halloween party, I chose her silver-dress-and-top-hat ensemble.

Rick Blaine (Casablanca) The most endlessly quotable character from one of the most endlessly quotable and romantic movies of all time. He sticks his neck out for no one. Except, oops, wait, he does. The OG Hollywood antihero with a Dark and Troubled -- whatever, you know the drill. Plus, he's also my dad's favorite character in his favorite movie (and I discovered it because of him), and so this pick has sentimental meaning for me.

Leah Price (The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver) - When we read this book in high school, she was the least popular character, probably due to her unwavering love and support for her dad, even though he was a singular-focused religious zealot who destroyed his entire family by dragging them into the African jungle in an ill-thought-out missionary trip. And then she married a guy with some of the same qualities (but he was better, thankfully). But for whatever weird reason, I related to her most. Anyway, for class, I wrote and tried to perform a monologue where I played her but forgot 90 percent of my lines. Oh well.

Mary Lennox (The Secret Garden by France Hodgson Burnett, I found the movie version fairly meh) There were a lot of spunky, iconic childhood book heroines to choose from, but she was Mary, Mary Quite Contrary, and so I choose her. (I got told to "smile" a lot as a kid). Also, as I mentioned in a previous post, I was a Mary/Dickon shipper before I even knew what shipping meant.

Neal Caffrey (White Collar) - Does anyone remember this show? I have no attention span for TV, and this is probably the last scripted show I remember watching every episode of during its original run, which is saying something. Everything I know about being a con artist (in fiction, lol) I learned from this charming, charismatic art-forger-turned-FBI-consultant. I think he also has the honor of being the subject of the first actual fanfic I ever wrote.

Iris Chase Griffin (The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood) I also had to pick one character of my favorite author, so Iris gets the crown. She starts off the story as an old lady looking back to when she was forced to marry some rich asshole instead of the science fiction writer (with a past that was -- wait for it -- Dark and Troubled) who BOTH she and her sister loved, and meanwhile, her sister became a writer and when she died it was discovered that -- oh, just read the goddamn book, I won't spoil it for you here.

Honorable mentions, in no particular order:

Violet Westing (The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin)

Jack Kelly (Newsies the movie, NOT the stage musical)

Turonga Leela (Futurama)

Vicky Austin (The Austins by Madeleine L'Engle)

Jack Dawson and Rose Dewitt-Bukater (Titanic) I can't decide between them, so they're getting an HM.

Palaestrio and Milphidippa (Miles Gloriosus by Plautus) Same as above.

Michael Furey (The Dead by James Joyce) Who is, in fact, dead throughout the story -- but being alive wasn't one of the requirements.

I wish I could include a Star Wars character, but could never decide, so let's say, oh, all of them, except that one you hate.

In case the following people want to do what I did and spend several WEEKS on this fascinating but life-ruining (in a good way) tag game: @mysticstarlightduck @enne-uni @kixngiggles @obviousknife + OPEN TAG because you don't even have to be a writer for this one, so I'd be interested in hearing from anybody who wants to chime in!

#tag game #top 10 character essence #characters #writeblr #writeblr tag games

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my-mt-heart · 1 year

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I promised myself that i won‘t think about caryl this week but unfortunately I‘m deep in my caryl-feels. Hopefully we will get a kind of canon even if its not enough. I have many ideas how it could occur but I don’t want to keep my expectations too high… Nevertheless I can’t help it. If you want to read it - this is my current favourite (and it‘s s a bit funny):

They sit near the bed with judith in it to wait for her to wake up. Then they have „the talk“. They are devastaded but especially Daryl feels like he failed his brother Rick and the job that was his number one priority for the last months - keeping the kids safe and creating a good environment for them.

Of course Carol will comfort him and say something like „It‘s not your fault“ , „She‘s gonna make it“, „You did your best“ or whatever and now they talk about the past, about what they have lost (maybe a nice sophia, beth or carl callback) but also about what they still have now, maybe they mention that in this moments life feels so short but precious and how Judith taught them, how she was right that they have to think abput what’s after.

Sometime along the lines a teary Carol whispers „I‘m sorry“ .

Daryl: „Nah, I‘m sorry“

„Why?“

„We barely saw each other in the last weeks because I was so focused on this shit show. I really missed you“

*intense stares, teary eyed Carol gravs his hand*

„I’m really glad that you didn‘t run this time, I saw that you really tried“

„Yeah.. for us“

And then they talk about the future. I can‘t decide because there are so many good possibilities e.g. a “We have a future“ callback, New Mexico mention

„Daryl, when this is over I really want to go this time. I don‘t need all of this. [I just need you].“

And then - hold up, this is important - THE word drops. Someone says something like “with my best friends on a bike”, “I missed my best fried”, “Are we still best friends?”

and a little Judith questioning from the bed “best friends?”

“Judith! You okay?”

“Yeah… but I thought you are more/love each other/ are married/together/like mom and dad?”

And then (I wouldn’t be a good fic writer because I can’t decide what’s better) they’re like:

*silence*

„But you love each other?“

*silence, intense staring*

„Yeah, I do“ or

“Are we?”

“Do you wanna be more?” orrrr

[Daryl to Judith about Carol] „She is the most important person in my life“

„After you and RJ, of course“

It’s hard not to get your hopes up too high, isn’t it? I agree that Judith is probably the most likely catalyst for a heart to heart between Daryl and Carol, which could very well lead into something deeper about their relationship. Ideally something overt and emotional. Not something that has to be revealed on TTD later or is left open to interpretation.

#caryl #darylneedscarol

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pink-bird-30 · 1 year

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Hournite Fic- The Phone Call

I still have not coped with what happened last week so here is more Hournite angst!!!

Spoilers ahead for those who have not watched 3x10 yet!

As always, you can read my fic on ff.net

Happy reading/Happy angst reading!

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Not too long after Rick left her house, she tried calling him multiple times. She knew he wouldn’t pick up, that his anger was clouding his judgment, but she refused to stop trying. When he walked out of her living room and slammed the front door shut, her first instinct was to go after him, but her father’s strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Beth, sweetheart. You need to let him go. He needs to do this himself.”

“Dad, he has no one! I’m all he has!” she cries. The tears she tried so hard to keep in erupted and it was too much. She fell into her parents open arms and sobbed for what felt like hours. What could she do? For years she’s always been able to get through to Rick, but today she couldn’t.

She failed.

She failed him.

She knew the intervention may not have been the best idea, Rick probably felt cornered and scared. But what else could she do? He went after Cameron when she said to wait and talk as a team. He put the whole team at risk and it led to Cameron’s grandfather having a heart attack, a heart attack that she saved him from.

But she doesn’t care about that right now. All she can think about is how he just acted in her living room. The sarcastic attitude towards her mother after she spent the entire night trying to help him not die, and then him screaming at them when they tried to explain the influence of the hourglass made him hurt Courtney.

But the part that broke her the most was how he spoke to her. He would soften his gaze and use his soft tone with her, like he always did. But this time it was to manipulate her, to make her cave and protect him from her parents, but not this time. She could tell her Rick was gone.

But she tried to get even, if he was going to use her weaknesses against her then she would do the same to him.

It’s why she asked him to take off the hourglass, even if it were for a few minutes, just see the difference. She remembers long ago when they were in a similar situation and he said, “Or What? What are you gonna do? Stare at me?”

And she knew he would backdown if she did.

But this time he didn’t.

This time he caught on just like her.

Instead he got in her face, trying to be intimidating (which was pointless, he doesn’t scare her) and told her, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

But there was a brief moment where she saw that scared boy, right before he touched his hourglass for that small ounce of power to push away the pain and leave her in shambles.

Never did she think Rick would be in so much pain that he turned to his hourglass to mask it.

But she knew she had to tell him that even though she was angry with him, that he still had her when he was ready.

“Rick…” She sighs into her iPhone. “I know this is the 10th time I’m calling you, and I know you’re mad but I need you to know I’m still here.” Her voice cracks and the tears pour down her face. She sniffles into the phone. “And I want you to know that when you are ready, come home.” She wipes at her face angrily, “Because you know what, yesterday you told all of us that you cared about us. And I want to believe that so bad, Rick. I want to believe that the guy who has had my back since the beginning of all of this is still in there.” She hiccups through her sobs and pushes on. “I’m not mad about yesterday and I won’t be mad about tomorrow. What I’m mad about is how you could’ve talked to me. We could’ve figured this out together. But instead you kept it all in and are hurting so much. I know the others don’t know anything going on with you, but I know you. I know that your uncle hasn’t been home since the summer. I know that even though you hate him, part of you misses him. I know that you still feel guilty about Grundy and that you’ve tried everything to bring him back.” Beth takes a deep breath trying to calm herself before her words come off as hysterical.

“I know you’re hurting, Rick and I know you want everyone else to hurt too. But we’ve been down this road before. You know what needs to be done.” She squeezes her eyes shut as she finishes. “I just want you to know that you have someone here, someone willing to carry this hurt with you until its gone.” Beth lets out a shaky breath before saying what is left in her soul. “Because I love you I will be patient and hope you will find your way back to me.”

Beth pulls the phone away from her face and stares down at the screen. She clicks the red ‘End’ button and put the phone in her pocket. She can hear her parents in the kitchen, pretending to clean the dishes, but she knows they were listening.

She knows they know how much Rick means to her.

They know she will do everything in her power to get her best friend back.

#hournite fic #hournite angst #hournite #dc stargirl #beth x rick #rick x beth #beth chapel #rick tyler

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palmviolet · 1 year

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3, 5 [bbybtm], 10, 17, 25, 39 for the writers ask meme 👀

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

i mean detail period, for one thing haha if you see ridiculous endnotes you're getting close. but generally i think i explore pretty big issues — my last few longfics have been about classism, trauma, homophobia, and chronic pain respectively. i also love complicated relationships where the story doesn't end when they admit feelings, but rather begins.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [better by you, better than me]? Answer it now!

oooh i'm going to talk about the very start of the first scene because i love it and i want to explain why i think it works.

Bleary eyes and a clang from the door; Eddie wakes to raw ice in his chest and a gritty feeling in his mouth, like road salt. Padded bench thin and utterly uncomfortable beneath him. It takes a second for vision to meet brain and connect; he says a silent prayer for his neurons, fried by whatever Rick gave him last night, those precious little jumper cables. Maybe something really is listening, because, eventually, they spark. He recognizes the room.

“He wakes,” someone says. The guy opposite him, an older guy with a belly, baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes like a sleep mask. “Thought you were dead for a second there, kid, how much did you drink?”

so from the very first we have eddie in a confused, disjointed state — sentences fragmented, various senses waking up — but even here it's all about his perceptions, sight, sound, taste, touch. he's a perceptive character and a lot of the fic is about what he notices, which is set up here. also, he's reduced to the bare essentials of existing, as in extremis, foreshadowing events to come, where he's going to have to rely on his body (which frequently lets him down) to survive. the next sentence introduces his mental state, something he's hyperaware of, 'wired wrong' in both a neurodivergent sense and a queer sense, and his relationship to drugs — the unhealthy influence rick has over him, the way he's sort of lost in it and doesn't know what he's doing. and then the final sentence of the paragraph: 'maybe something really is listening'. it introduces religiosity (and smalltown judgement, his own scepticism, the faith of other characters) at the same time as it suggests the possibility of something else out there, something from another world. i also used a car metaphor, to set up mechanic!eddie.

the presence of the other guy in the drunk tank is significant too. he's older, he's got a rural accent the way wayne and eddie's dad do. he calls eddie 'kid' and expresses concern — a pseudo father figure. volume one is all about dynamics of fatherhood and i wanted to get that in there right from the start. eddie's already dismissing the care of a parental figure, distrusting it, but it's being offered anyway (the guy 'scoffs' when eddie calls himself 'stupid'). it sets up a really significant theme across the work, that these relationships aren't hopeless, that often you can find the family you need in the most unexpected places. of course, this doesn't mean the guy from the drunk tank is going to show up again — he's a symbol, more than anything. which is something i've also loved doing with this fic, which is fleshing out the texture of everyday life, the way we'll meet people randomly who have their own inner lives, their own conflicts and ideas and histories, and yet they're only a fleeting concern to our own inner lives. it's a prominent theme!

10. How do you decide what to write?

i mean i sort of just... write and see where it takes me. better by you, for example, was a very hazy idea i intended to keep on the backburner while i worked on the 70s rockstar au and then i had a mad flash of inspiration and wrote the opening drunk tank scene and boom, i couldn't stop myself. as for the actual content of my stories, again, it just sort of happens. i do spend time teasing out plot points and working out where to put them but there's not really a logical process about what goes into the fic and what gets cut.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

i've mentioned this before but - infinite jest steddie au lmaooo i want elite tennis player steve and drug user/dealer eddie in a weirdly dystopian future conveyed by ridiculously long sentences. but hey. that's supremely indulgent.

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

big fan of google ngram and the OED to check if i can use certain words, for the sake of period accuracy. wikipedia's also a big help. i also use top 40 weekly to see what music was popular at what points in the 80s.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

hmm this is a strange question because the word 'process' is throwing me off - is it asking about the physical act of writing? (aka stephen king's 'six pages a day' rule or whatever?) because if so, then not really haha again i just sort of let it happen, though i do hold with the idea that one should try to write every day. (which i have very much NOT been doing lately, but hey, master's degree.)

thank you!! fic ask game

#asks #better by you #bbybtm #my fic

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