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Bruises At The Bar

Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Someone leaves a bruise on the reader when she goes to the bar with some friends. She tries to keep it from Sam so he won’t worry.

A/N: This is a little different than what I’ve written before but I’m hoping you like it. I wanted to highlight the fact that being protective over someone is okay, but stopping them from doing the things they want to do is not and Sam strikes me as the kind of guy that would understand that. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Warnings: Creep at the bar, bruises, worry

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If you could stay in a hotel and avoid your boyfriend for the next few days, you would. You stood in front of the door to the bunker, contemplating whether or not to go inside and hide the freshly forming bruise on your arm or instead hide yourself for the next few days. The idea of putting Sam in that much of a panic just because of someone that happened at a bar didn’t seem all that appealing to you.

Sam always wanted to give you as much autonomy as he possibly could. He was so respectful and never wanted you to feel like he was holding you back or being too possessive just because he was worried for your safety. That was why he always encouraged you to go out with your friends whenever they were around. It wasn’t healthy to only be around your boyfriend for the rest of your life and he could take a few hours of worrying if it meant you got to live a happy, enjoyable life.

Your best friends had come into town to visit you. You had to be very hush hush about hunting and knowing that you had some profession that required you to be very secretive, your friends had offered to stay in a motel nearby and you could all go out together one night. Sam was so happy to see you happy and encouraged you to do it when you showed hesitance. He said he wanted to make sure you were getting a break from the everyday drain that your lives could be at times.

Everyone was going fine. You’d dressed up nice at their motel and all of you left together, walking into the bar confidently and ordering the drinks you wanted. Occasionally a guy would come up and try to talk to the three of you. The group would playfully flirt until finally telling the men they were just having fun tonight.

One guy got a little bit too into it though. He was flirting specifically with you, obviously very interested in the cleavage that showed in your dress. Used to wearing flannel shirts and jeans, you slowly were becoming more and more self conscious. Finally, you asked the man to leave, telling him you had a boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested,” You started, shaking your head and turning your body away just slightly to try to end the conversation. “I’m just out having fun with my friends. I’m actually already with someone.”

“That’s okay,” He leaned in too close, his breath hitting your cheeks. “I won’t tell him we did anything.”

You gave him a warning stare and pushed him away slightly. “Well, you won’t have to because nothing is gonna happen. Now leave, please.”

“C’mon,” He reached up to push a piece of your hair away and you cringed back, trying to move away from him. Your friends had now ended their conversation next to you and noticed the creep you were dealing with. “Just one night. It won’t take long.”

You reached up and moved his hand away from you. You wanted to break his hand, to break his wrist, but it would bring too much attention upon you and you weren’t sure if this was the time to use those skills. Dean had taught you those things for hunting. Would this even be an appropriate time to use it?

“Get away, dude,” You exclaimed firmly, giving him one final warning. Your friends were beginning to back you up, wanting him to go away as well.

Finally, his anger came to an accumulation and he grabbed your arm, pressing so hard that you let out an exclamation of pain. “Ah, what the hell?!”

As soon as the gasp of pain came out, your two friends pushed him away and the bouncer had now become aware of the situation. He quickly walked over, grabbed the man by the back of the shirt and escorted him out of the building. After making sure you were okay and safe, you and your friends decided to call it a night and left the bar.

You finally made the final decision to enter the bunker and attempt to wear long sleeves for a few days until he would inevitably find the bruise and you could pass it off as something other than the imprint of a male’s hand. Pushing your key into the doorknob, you walked into the entry and smiled at Dean who was sitting at the table on his computer and drinking a beer.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” He said, using the affectionate nickname only he used as he turned away from the computer and towards you. “Did you get hammered?”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and chuckled slightly, setting your purse on the hook beside the door and moving towards the table to sit down with him. “Anything to forget the past, Dean. Where’s Sammy?”

He furrowed his brows and covered his heart with his hand. “Am I not good enough for you?”

“Where is he?”

“He’s taking a shower. You know how he has to do anything to not worry about you when you’re gone,” He said, going back to searching on the computer for a small case to go on. We weren’t looking for anything too big recently but if need be, we would go.

Sam tried not to let you know that he worried about you, but you knew he did. When you came home from anything you did alone, a thousand things would always be done. It was the only way to keep his mind busy. After losing so many people he loved, it was nearly impossible for him to just go about life as usual. It wasn’t always bad though. You knew all you had to do was pick up the phone and he would be where you were in a matter of minutes.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed,” You let out a sigh and pushed back from the table, walking slowly down the hall. “Night, Dean.”

“Good night.”

Your boyfriend stood in the room the two of you shared, a towel around his waist. His muscles flexed slightly as he took another towel to his hair. While you definitely enjoyed his physique, it was the way his eyes lit up when he noticed you that made you feel almost completely better after the eventful visit to the bar.

“Hey, baby,” He said, walking over and kissing you on the lips slightly before going back to dressing from the shower. He put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, knowing he would be going to bed soon. “How was the bar?”

You walked to the bed and laid down, allowing the muscles in your body to completely relax. “Good. You know that’s not really my scene though. I usually just go for Y/B/F/N.”

He nodded. Whenever Dean would try to drag the two of you to a bar, you would always try to fight it. Usually, you could convince the older brother to go to a diner if you promised to buy him pie. On other occasions, he still forced you to go and you would sit with Sam in the corner, slowly sipping a drink.

Sam crossed the room and got on the bed with you, slowly wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. “You want to put some pajamas on so you can get ready for bed?”

It was hard to imagine how you were going to pull this off without bringing attention to yourself. You’d been with Sam for a while now and getting dressed in the same room was commonplace. You stood up from the bed and grabbed some clothes to sleep in and began making your way towards the bathroom.

“You gonna take a shower?” He questioned, wondering why you were leaving to the restroom.

There was your excuse. “Yeah, I’m just feeling a little icky from the bar. Bunch of sweaty bodies all together, not a fan.”

He laughed at your explanation of the bar and turned on the TV in the room, decided to watch a bit of television until you came back into the room.

You changed in the bathroom, sliding on one of Sam’s long sleeve t-shirts. It comforted you to have his scent around you. Even though you liked to imagine yourself as a strong, independent woman, and you were, you had still wished for a moment in that bar that Sam would have walked through the doors and helped you. He wouldn’t have even allowed it to get as far as it did.

Exiting the bathroom and slowly padding across the floor, you climbed into bed on top of Sam. He turned off the TV and moved his hands around your waist, holding you close to him. “I’m happy you had fun with your friends. You deserve it more than you know.”

It always made you blush when he talked like this to you. He was so kind, so considerate. “Thank you, Sammy.”

The two of you laid together for a while, enjoyed each other’s company. He would occasionally press a kiss to the side of your head while his hand gently moved up and down your back. You asked yourself constantly how you deserved him? How was this the man that walked into your life all those years ago?

“I need to go get a glass of water,” Sam said, moving to stand up. He moved his hand over and pressed against your arm as he lifted himself from the bed. You let out a wince and tried to quickly cover it up. He had already noticed. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, no. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You winced. What did I do?” He quickly tried to grab your arm but you pulled it away. He didn’t need to worry more than he already did. “Did I hurt you that bad? Just show it to me.”

“Sammy-”

“Y/N, if I hurt you bad, I want to see it,” He was being more stern now, slowly growing frustrated with himself for what he thought he had done. You moved to the side of the bed and let your feet touch the ground.

“You didn’t do it, Sam,” You finally said. If he thought he had hurt you, he would never forgive himself. “It happened at the bar and you just happened to press on it when you got up.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he took in your words. “What do you mean it happened at the bar?”

Sliding up the sleeve on your shirt, you allowed him to see the fingerprint shaped bruises. His eyes widened and he gently took your arm, running his thumb along your skin. “Who did this?”

His eyes met yours. You could see that he was trying to remain cool to keep you calm but could see the fury brewing in his eyes. “This guy wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was trying to get me to leave with him and he grabbed me a little too hard.”

Sam closed his eyes and kissed the bruise, looking up at you painfully. “I should have been there. I would have made him leave.”

“It was okay, Sammy,” You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek. He always felt guilty when you were hurt. “As soon as it happened, my friends pushed him away and the bouncer got him. Everything was okay.”

“You don’t have to hide things like this from me, Y/N. I want to know when things happen.”

Dean peeked through the open door to say goodnight to Sam and stopped when he saw the position you two were in. “Everything okay?”

He was the one you really had to worry about. While Sam was concerned with respecting your autonomy and making sure you felt supported in your relationship, Dean saw you more as his sister and had no issue telling you no in order to protect you. He didn’t see the same relationship boundaries that Sam did. “Just dealt with a guy at the club.”

The older brother seemed concerned as he moved into the room. He got a look at your arm and clenched his jaw. “What bar?”

“Dean, pipe down. It’s not a big deal. I’m fine, I’m safe. He was just getting a little pushy,” You said it to Dean but directed it to both of the brothers. He bit his lip and rolled his eyes, walking out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Sam apologized. “I’m sorry that you have to deal with this sh*t when you go out to have fun.”

You shook your head. “It happens, Sammy. I just didn’t want you to be worried.”

“I’ll never stop you from doing the things you want to do, Y/N,” He said, pushing your hair back slightly. “Although, I wouldn’t mind if you let me come with you and sit separately next time.”

You laughed and laid back in the bed. It seemed like the best solution for the current problem. “Thank you for being the best boyfriend, Sam.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I know. I am pretty great.”

#supernatural #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagines #supernatural imagine #supernatural one shots #Sam Winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #dean x reader #imagines #one shots

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asupernaturalgirl · 3 years

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Thank you.

I just wanted to give a massive thank you to everyone who has been interacting with and supporting my content for the last week or so. I had something a little traumatizing happen to me recently and one thing I hadn’t realized and people don’t talk about much is how therapeutic fanfiction can be. To be able to escape completely from reality and dream of these worlds that you love so much, it is the most amazing thing I can think of. So thank you to the writers, to the followers, to the fanfiction lovers! You guys are the best.

#fanfiction #marvel #supernatural

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Engaged to Be Wed - Part 2

Daryl x Reader

Summary: The reader is now engaged to Daryl Dixon and couldn’t be more excited. It’s always been her dream to get married and she’s always had the perfect idea about what she wanted with her wedding, however, the apocalypse raging around her makes things a little more difficult.

A/N: I know some of you all are going to be excited about this one. I’m continuing the series and I hope you all like it! Each part with feature one part of the wedding process. Enjoy!

Warnings: none! Just a good amount of fluff

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Who knew it would be so difficult to plan a wedding during the zombie apocalypse?

You definitely didn’t.

There were some no-brainers. Father Gabriel would marry the two of you. He immediately agreed as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Maggie agreed to be your maid of honor almost before you could even mention the words to her. As soon as she had heard you and Daryl had been engaged, she was knocking down your door offering herself to you.

The harder parts were the ones where you had to selectively choose what was and wasn’t important. Some traditions were impossible due to the fact that the majority of the world was currently dead and society had collapsed, but others were just impractical. There wouldn’t be music or dancing, no large cake, no honeymoon, no registry.

The hardest part was choosing whether or not to get a dress. You would wear something no matter what, even if it was just a simple dress, but the child in you wanted something bigger, something that made you actually feel like a bride. The danger of going out to find that dress was what was keeping you away. Was a wedding dress worth putting lives at risk? No. At least not in your mind.

There was also other work to do as usual. Alexandria relied on everyone making an equal effort into continuing work for the better of the group. You couldn’t just drop all of your work in order to plan a wedding that didn’t mean anything to anyone except you and Daryl.

You sat at the breakfast table, writing in your notebook. Daryl walked in, pouring himself a glass of water before shoveling some powdered eggs into a plate of his own.

“What are ya doing today?” He asked, taking a sip of the water.

You placed down your pen and began to eat your eggs now that Daryl had sat down with you. This was one way you were able to stay so close to him while you were so busy. The two of you had designated specific times throughout the day that were for you to connect unless there was some sort of emergency. “I don’t know yet. Someone told me yesterday they needed some help in the pantry. You had a pretty big run yesterday, didn’t you?”

He nodded quickly. “Brought a small car and could barely fit everything in there.”

You raised your brows. It was rare they would find a place with that much food left these days, but you thanked god for the times when they actually did. Watching Daryl leave those gates always left you feeling so helpless and anxious, knowing fully well what could go wrong out there. The fact that they had been so successful made you feel a bit better.

“Are you going on another one today?”

He shook his head. “No, Glenn and Maggie wanted to go. I think they just want to get away from everyone for a little bit. Don’t blame them.”

While runs were dangerous, the feeling of freedom sometimes outweighed the risk. It gave you a chance to actually do some of the things you wanted to do, rather than what everyone else needed you to do.

“Did you ask Rick about….” Daryl started.

“Not yet. I’m going to do it right after breakfast,” You stood up, bringing your plate with you to clean. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” He chuckled slightly and gave you a kiss before leaving the room himself to get ready for the work he would do today.

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Rick was always happy to see you. Judith sat on your lap as Daryl poured you a cup of herbal tea that had been freshly dried. He purposefully made it weak to save the leaves, but it was always better than just plain water.

You played peekaboo with the toddler in your arms as you waited for Rick to sit down next to you. She giggled loudly every time you would scare her. Her laughs filling the room ended up making you laugh as well. Her father smiled as he walked in the room, loving the fact that his daughter had so much support in the group.

“What did you want to talk to me about, Y/N?” He questioned, finally taking a seat beside you.

You nervously set Judith down, motioning for her to go off and play with her toys. You clasped your hands in front of you, trying to build up the courage to finally ask him the question that had been on your mind since Daryl had asked you to marry him. “Will you walk me down the aisle?”

Rick’s eyes softened immediately, a joyful expression crossing his face. He smiled widely. You were surprised to see the small tears beginning to pool in his eyes. “Of course I will, Y/N. I would want nothing more than to walk you down that aisle. I see you as one of my daughters anyway.”

Your heart warmed at his confession. Rick meant everything to you. He gave you advice, he offered you comfort, he protected you when needed. He was the definition of a father figure and you wouldn’t give him up for the world. “It probably won’t be the typical sense of an aisle...and I’m not actually sure how large-”

He immediately cut you off from your rambling, shaking his hand to stop you. “I’m honored to do it. No matter what. I don’t care if there’s no aisle or if it’s just you, Daryl, and Father Gabriel. I will hand you off to Daryl.”

You brought your hands to your heart first and then pulled him in for a tight hug. He patted your back. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You’ve grown so much through the years. You deserve to be happy with Daryl.”

“Thank you.”

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You tiredly walked back from the pantry. Daryl really did get a bunch on the run yesterday. There were buckets filled to the brim with canned good and everything had to be stacked on the right shelf, in the right order. It took you over 10 hours to actually get everything done.

You passed Daryl on the way back home. He was assisting some of the other Alexandrians in repairing a few solar panels. He was nifty, although this wasn’t his expertise. It took him longer than expected, but he told you he’d be home as soon as he could.

As the house the two of you shared came into view, you were surprised to see Glenn and Maggie sitting on the porch swing, a large box at their feet. When they saw you coming, they jumped up, greeting you happily.

“We wanted to go on a run today to try to find you a dress,” Maggie explained, pointing to the box. “After we got the necessary stuff, we found an old bridal shop and picked out a few things. We didn’t want you to have to wear just any old dress on your wedding day.”

This was more than you could have ever expected. Never in your life would you think your friends would risk their lives to find you something for your wedding. You brought your hand on your mouth in shock, looking down at the box. “Thank you.”

“Let’s go try them on,” Maggie said excitedly, pulling your arm inside.

Glenn had left Maggie behind, deciding this was probably an activity best suited for two best friends. Maggie clapped her hands as you walked out in the first dress. It was a tea party style. If it had been a day ago, this would have been your dream dress, but since you had more options now, you were more willing to say no.

As you placed the next one on, you gasped while looking in the mirror. Tears sprung to your eyes. This was the one. It was long, but still practical. This is the one you’d dreamed about as a kid. When you told Daryl about what you had imagined, this was exactly it.

Maggie’s eyes lit up as soon as you exited the room. “That looks absolutely beautiful on you, Y/N.”

You looked back at the mirror, moving around slightly so you could see it from every angle. “This is the one. I love it.”

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Daryl walked in the bedroom, letting out a loud sigh. He was tired, you could immediately tell. You placed the book you were reading down beside you and waited for him to join you. “How was work?”

He gave a signature Daryl grunt, obviously not wanting to talk about the difficulties of fixing solar panels. He stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving him in boxers and climbed in next to you while you scooted over to give him more room. You gently ran your fingers along his scalp, playing with his hair just slightly. He would never admit to you that he loved it, but you knew he did. Usually if he didn’t like something, he would squirm away or tell you to stop, but when you messed with his hair, he leaned closer and closed his eyes.

Eventually he laid back and brought you close into his arms. “Glenn and Maggie brought me back some wedding dresses.”

He seemed to already know as a smile crossed his face. Of course he knew. They probably told him that was where they were planning on going during the run. “Did you find something you liked?”

“I found something I loved,” The picture of the dress in your mind made you feel giddy once again. It was rare that you got that feeling these days. “I cried when I put it on.”

“When do I get ta see it?”

“On the wedding day, you dummy.”

Daryl let out a knowing chuckle and ran his hand along your face, gently caressing your nose, cheeks, and lips. He leaned in closer and kissed you softly, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his. “You’re gonna look so damn beautiful, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do with myself.”

You kissed him back, deepening it. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you almost on top of him. You pushed the hair out of his eyes as you pulled back. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #one shots #one shot #imagines #The Walking Dead #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead one shots

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asupernaturalgirl · 3 years

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hi do you write for pietro from the mcu?

Hi! So yes, it would just depend on the request. I decide everything on a case by case basis.

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I’ll Always Be Here to Help You

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

Request: If you don’t mind, I wanna request maybe something like sam and the reader previously being lovers in the past but they separate and she becomes a lab rat for hydra or something like that, and he saves her and what not. Very cliche yet cute in my opinion. 🙂🙂❤️ @jeonsblackgf-writes

A/N: Hey, All! I have to admit, this one made me a bit nervous. This is my first Marvel One shot and I wanted it to be so good so I hope you all like it. Also, this is written in 3rd person, which is new for me in one shots so I hope you don’t mind.

Warnings: torture, breakups, hydra stuff

H/C: Hair Color, S/C: Skin Color

There’s a moment when you’re watching something about to happen, something terrible, where you so badly want to turn your head, to avert your gaze, but something is still fixing it onto whatever is happening. Car crashes, accidents, injuries. You would never purposefully enjoy watching something so terrible, but your brain doesn’t make the connection between something about to happen and needing to shield yourself from it.

That was exactly how Sam Wilson felt as he watched the screen in front of him. He wanted so badly to turn, to leave the room. Steve had even approached him to try to get him to leave, but some sick part of his brain wasn’t allowing him to even step a foot away. He watched as the sick criminals injected something into her skin. Her skin. It was so grey, so much paler than her normal (S/C) tone. Bruises and bloody injuries lined nearly every part of her body.

Her (H/C) hair, which he had loved so much, was matted and dirty. It was so unlike you, so rare for you to be so weak, so hurt, that he almost didn’t recognize you at first. It was her screams of pain, her desperate pleading that brought him back to reality and allowed it to actually sink into his brain. Hydra was using her as a lab rat. They had no plans to actually turn her into anything, they were just testing all of their materials on her.

He hadn’t seen her in so long. If he had known she was in danger, if he had known that this would have happened, he would have done anything to make sure she was safe.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Sam sat down at the park bench, holding her hands tightly as he tried to explain the very thing he was dreading explaining to her. It was worse than he imagined. “I can’t force you to wait for me when I’m off god knows where, fighting in the Air Force.”

She turned her head. Sam Wilson, the man who meant everything to her, the man who she’d been with since she was in 10th grade, was breaking up with her to go into the military. He didn’t want her to have to forsake her health and life so that he could live his own. “Sam, I don’t care about where you’re going. I’ll go with you. There’s nothing keeping me here anymore.”

He shook his head. People walking by looked over as the two of them spoke. Tears poured out of her eyes. She was still trying to keep from sobbing out loud, although she wasn’t sure how much longer that would actually last.

“You need to live your own life,” He was strong with his statement. As a rescuer, his job would be dangerous and take up a considerable amount of time. “Even if you came with me, I wouldn’t be around much. I can’t drag you to some unknown location and then force you to stay there without any friends and family. This is for the best.”

Y/N didn’t want to even look at him. She turned your head slightly and crossed her arms. She felt like a child who wasn’t getting what they wanted. Sam meant everything to her and it hurt her that he was leaving without even giving her an option in the matter.

“I love ya, sweetheart,” He ran his hand along her back, trying to comfort her. He hated when she cried and it hurt him even more that he was the one causing those tears. “I’ll come back and visit you when I get the chance.”

That had been the last time he spoke to Y/N. The last time he spoke to her before she was captured, he left her on a bench. The guilt began to spread in his chest at the thought. She must have been so terrified, so lost when Hydra captured her, and he wasn’t there to help. “We need to get her.”

Steve nodded his head. “Where do you know her from?”

Sam watched as she withered in the chair they had her strapped in, screaming for help. His chest constricted at the idea of Y/N in so much pain, the idea of someone hurting you like that. She had absolutely no business being there. “Her and I dated when we were in high school and a little bit before I joined the military. I broke up with her.”

Steve’s face dropped. He had no idea that she had been so close to Sam. He knew that his friend must have been devastated. Moving forward, Cap placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We’re gonna get her, Sam. I promise you.”

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Sam was flying over the base, trying to find some weak point to enter through. It was easy to find the location. Because they had received the video via hacking, all they needed to do was look at the location codes. Rumors had been circulating about a Hydra base closeby, so once they had a general spot to look in, they found it rather quickly.

“Sam, the third window to the left in the back looks unguarded,” Clint said through the earpiece. “Goes into a small closet. We did a quick X-Ray check and it seems there’s no one guarding that either.”

“I’m goin’ in,” He said quickly, rerouting his position towards the back of the large base. He was surprised no one had found them yet. They were able to get into the base rather easily, which sent shivers up his spine. It was never this easy.

Apparently, it was right to be worried. As soon as he broke through the window and closed his wings to begin walking through, three men immediately charged him. He dodged them quickly, throwing one into the wall as he kicked another in the face, knocking him out. The last charged forward with a knife held in hand, but he quickly grabbed the man’s arm, bending it backwards. The sound of a bone snapping echoed through the small closet and he screamed out slightly in pain. Sam quickly pushed him into a cabinet while his defenses were down and slipped out before he tried anything else.

He walked carefully through the hallways, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself than he already did. He hoped that the three men were the only defenses they put up against him, but he seriously doubted that.

The one thing that kept him going was thinking about Y/N. She deserved none of this and he would make sure she was safe before anything else. He pressed on the small bud in his ear. “I’m in. You see anything else?”

“There’s a couple of guys fighting down here,” It was Natasha this time. “Steve and Clint are trying to hold them off while you’re down there. Try to get to her quickly.”

“Well, it’d be a whole lot easier if I could see a damn thing down here,” He turned the corner, but could only see about 3 foot in front of him. The combination of dark walls and a lack of windows made it quite dark. “You’d think an organization that has been around for this long would have enough money to turn on some lights every once in a while.”

“Ha Ha, Wilson,” Natasha said sarcastically. “Just find Y/N and get the hell out of there.”

He went into overdrive mode. Occasionally, someone would pass by, almost completely oblivious to the fact that they had an enemy raiding the base at the moment. They were unprepared and by the time they realized they had to fight, Sam already had them on the ground.

One room in particular stuck out to him. There was a breaker box right outside the door for electricity. This meant they likely needed quick access to the controls here. He was wary, unsure of what he may find inside. He prayed that if she was there, no one else would be. He needed to get her and leave as quickly as possible.

He opened the door quickly, ready for a large fight. There she was. Y/N. She was sweating, but shivering at the same time. Her eyes were huge as she turned towards the door, caught off guard by the loud sound. He would never forget the expression of relief that crossed her face as soon as she saw him.

There was a man frantically trying to undo her restraints, likely trying to evacuate her before Sam could get to her. He quickly rushed forward, tackling the man to the ground. He grabbed the man’s head, hitting it against the concrete floor until he was seemingly unconscious. Sam pried the key from the man’s hand and rushed to unlock them.

“Sam, what are you...what are you doing here?” Y/N questioned. She was shocked. She had prayed that someone would help her, that someone would save her from the absolute misery she was experiencing. The person she expected was definitely not her ex boyfriend.

“Found a video of you being used as a lab rat,” He started, moving to her legs now that her arms were free. “There was no way I was going to let you stay here. Can you walk?”

“I-I don’t think so,” She looked down at her hands. “I’ve been here for a few weeks so my legs are so weak.”

It hurt Sam almost physically that they hadn’t even let you out of the chair. As soon as you were completely unshackled, he leaned down and lifted you into his arms, quickly carrying you throughout the facility.

This time, there was seemingly no one left to fight. He went through the same way that he came in, making sure he didn’t take a bad turn. Taking the wrong turn here could be the difference between life and death. Steve was waiting in the same closet he’d broken into, his eyes surprised as soon as he saw Sam come through the door with the girl in his arms.

Steve helped Sam out and sprinted with them as they made their way back to the jet. He could feel his arms beginning to grow heavy but he knew he couldn’t let you go. You wouldn’t be able to walk by yourself. Your muscles were likely atrophied at this point.

As soon as the team got the go ahead, they were taking off. A doctor had rushed forward to help Y/N, taking care of the most dramatic injuries first. He cleaned off a few deep wounds. “These likely needed stitches when they happened but they’re too old now. Stitching them would just cause the infection to be trapped inside.”

Sam watched as they worked, making sure that she wasn’t afraid. He felt the need to use comic relief, as he normally did, but refrained. It would likely be in bad taste at the current moment. After a few hours of poking and prodding, there was a few minutes where Y/N could just soak everything in. She had been rescued, saved from the most terrible people by Sam, her old love.

Sam sat quietly on a chair next to the small gurney. He looked down at his hands but kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn’t need anything. “Thank you, Sam.”

He looked up, surprised by her words. Why would she ever think she needed to be thankful for him for this? He got her out of a situation that he wouldn’t have wished on anyone. “You could have just called me if you wanted my attention. You didn’t have to do all this.”

A grin crossed Y/N’s face. He was the same old Sam. Even though he was a superhero and looked quite different physically than he had before, he still had the same personality. “Yeah, I might have to think about that differently next time.”

Sam slowly walked towards you and grabbed your frail hands in his large ones, giving you a comforting squeeze. His eyes were sincere as he looked down at you. “I meant what I said when I saw you last, Y/N. I love you. Even though we haven’t seen each other in years, I’ll always be here to help you.”

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Carryin’ Our Child

Daryl x Reader

Request: Hiiii! Your writing is amazing, I recently found your blog and I’ve been obsessed! Could I please have a one shot with some extra protective Daryl because you both found out you are expecting a baby? The timeline could be S9/S10. Thank youuuu!

A/N: Confession, I haven’t watched past season 7 of The Walking Dead *shocked gasps*. I’m sorry. I attempted to write it from what I know on Season 9, but I’m very sorry if I got something wrong. I tried my best. I hope everyone enjoys this one. Very fluffy.

Warnings: fluff, protective Daryl, pregnancy

Adjusting the old plates covered with only the crumbs of what was once a full plate of food on your hip, you opened the door from the jail cell that held Negan and walked into the light once again. One of the Alexandrians had asked you to bring him some food as they had been too busy to get it done.

Before heading there, you had made sure Daryl wasn’t anywhere near you. He was so busy with trying to deal with the drama around Negan’s imprisonment as well as trying to build several pieces of infrastructure that you didn’t want to make him more anxious with something else. If he knew you’d gone to feed Negan, he would have lost his mind.

You dropped off the extra plates at the kitchens and decided to go back to the house. Your head was beginning to ache and your stomach was starting to feel uneasy. You’d heard the pregnancy symptoms in the first trimester could be absolutely brutal and they were living up to the hype. You and Daryl had only told Rick, afraid that informing too many people could put you in an awkward position. Rick was ecstatic and gave you both as many tips as he could.

You slowly walked towards the bathroom, taking your usual seat by the toilet that you’d grown so accustomed to. Everytime your stomach would lurch, you would lean over the bowl, trying to let it out so you could feel better, but it never came. Instead, you sat there in pain, wishing it would stop.

Soon, the sound of the front door opening and closing shut echoed through the house. Daryl’s voice projected to the upstairs where you sat. “I’m home. Where are ya?”

“In the bathroom,” You answered quickly, leaning over once again. You felt absolutely pathetic when the drool began to pool in your mouth.

Daryl clunked up the stairs, his footsteps letting you know he was getting closer. His eyes softened as he peeked in through the doorway. “Ya don’t feel good?”

You shook your head, your body forcing you to gag once again. Your boyfriend quickly rushed forward, holding your hair out of your face as you finally let out the sick you’d been holding in. You sighed once you were finished, learning back against the man behind you. He rubbed your shoulders slightly. “Thank you.”

“You should be cursing me for doin’ this to ya.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around. After finally getting everything out, you felt much better. “Well, I think having a child is worth being sick for a few weeks in the beginning.”

He smiled. He joked that he ‘did this to you’ because he felt bad that he couldn’t take the pain from you, but in reality, he was excited. You’d never seen him so thrilled about something. He wanted to talk about it all the time and constantly thought of different names. He secretly wanted a daughter, although he would never tell anyone.

“Can you help me to the bed?” You asked, using his strength to hoist yourself up. He assisted you in walking. You were weak after being sick and once you were in the bed, he brought you up some water as well.

He laid down with you, pulling up your shirt so he could see your belly. Daryl gently ran his hand over your belly. “You be nice to your mom. She’s tryin’ her best.”

People who were only slightly familiar with Daryl would have never seen or even thought of him in this way. They would have likely imagined he would be a terrible father. You were so pleased that he loved the unborn child so much. It meant everything in the world. He kissed you softly as he laid back down beside you. “I feel like they’re gonna love you more than anything else.”

He immediately shook his head at your comment. “They’re gonna love ya so much, ya can’t even imagine. I can tell. You’re gonna be the best mom in the whole world.”

His words warmed your heart. There were always doubts about the limitations of being parents in the world but you knew that if the child had the two of you, they would be just fine. You and Daryl would give parenting everything you had and it would pay off in the end, even if it was hard in the moment.

“What did ya do today?” He questioned, unconsciously rubbing your pregnant belly, even if you weren’t showing yet.

You had to come up with an excuse and quickly. The first thing that came to mind was a friend of both of yours. “Aaron needed some help with cleaning his arm up a bit. I went over there to give my assistance.”

His brows furrowed and he nervously bit at his fingernails. “Michonne told me she saw you over by Negan’s cell.”

Your heart dropped. You hadn’t thought that someone might have seen it and mentioned it casually to Daryl just out of habit. If you had told her to keep the secret, she definitely wouldn’t have told Daryl, but she had no idea. “Someone was busy and asked if I would bring food to him. Daryl, it was no big-”

He cut you off, immediately standing up with an angry expression on his face. He ran a hand through his tangled hair. You sat up quickly, leaning against the backboard. You hated making him feel this way. He was so inexperienced when it came to relationships and actually worrying about someone’s safety, you tried to live your life so he didn’t have to actually worry about it.

“How could ya do this, Y/N?” He gestured wildly, his voice holding an annoyed tone. “Why would ya risk going in there?”

You stood as well, understanding now there might be an argument. “He’s not going to just attack me for no reason, Daryl. I was safe. I didn’t even step foot in the cell.”

“He’s killed so many people. Do you think he wouldn’t kill ya?”

“I’m in my first trimester, Daryl. I can’t just sit in bed all day waiting for you to get home to do things for me. That would not only destroy my mental health, but my physical health as well.”

He wasn’t sure what to say. You could nearly see all of the emotions in his eyes. Anger, concern, worry. He was feeling so conflicted, so absolutely broken inside. He wanted nothing more than for you to stay locked in a room all day so he could make sure you were safe, as impractical as it was.

“I’m just askin’ that you try not to do anything dangerous, Y/N,” He began to calm slightly, holding your shoulders as he got closer to you. “You’re carryin’ our child in you right now. I just don’t want to have to worry all the time that you’re doin’ somethin’ reckless.”

You knew that this anger, this concern, came from a desire to protect you. His self-esteem was generally pretty low and one thing he actually felt he brought to the table was protection. He knew he was capable of protecting you and he would do it even if it took his own life. “I’ll try, Daryl. I know you just want myself and our baby to be safe.”

He nodded, bringing you in for a tight hug. “I want to tell everyone. I don’t want people askin’ ya to do things. If they know you’re pregnant, they’ll be more careful with some of the jobs they give ya.”

At first, you were hesitant. You were enjoying the fact that this baby was a secret between you and Daryl. The more you thought about it, though, the more you realized it was probably a good idea. People would begin to either notice or assume soon if you didn’t tell them directly. You slowly nodded your head.

“I agree, Daryl. It’s time to tell everyone.”

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If you don’t mind, I wanna request maybe something like sam and the reader previously being lovers in the past but they separate and she becomes a lab rat for hydra or something like that, and he saves her and what not. Very cliche yet cute in my opinion. 🙂🙂❤️

Will do! I’ll have this posted soon!

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Hiiii! Your writing is amazing, I recently found your blog and I’ve been obsessed! Could I please have a one shot with some extra protective Daryl because you both found out you are expecting a baby? The timeline could be S9/S10. Thank youuuu!

Thank you so much, that is so sweet! Also, yes. 100%. I’m so on board with this, I’ll write it tonight!

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Requests Needed

Hi everyone! Please send in any requests you have for different fandoms! I will write for basically anything or anyone so don’t be afraid. It’s not just supernatural. If I can’t write it, I’ll offer to write you something else instead. On a side note, I am continuing my wedding series for Daryl for those of you who particularly enjoyed it. It’s been a while, but I feel more inspired now than ever. Thanks for all the love on my recent posts! Send in those requests!

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My Masterlist

Supernatural

Dean Winchester:

No Purpose Whatsoever

I’m Too Sober for This,

Part 2

Part 3

I Need a Place to Stay

You’re Worth More Than Their Thoughts

Like a Child Stubbing a Toe

Ice Cream

Terminal

Lil’ Sis

Sam Winchester:

Just Give Me This

I’m Too Sober for This

Part 2

Part 3

Like a Child Stubbing a Toe

I Will Always Be Here for You

I Lost Our Baby

Lil’ Sis

Gadreel:

Disappointment

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon:

At Night

You Are Tough

Engaged To Be Wed

Part 2

Wake Up

Carryin’ Our Child

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner:

Pizza and Kidnapping

Marvel

Sam Wilson:

I’ll Always Be Here to Help You

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Wake Up

Daryl x Reader

Request: “wake up” oh quick i just remembered daryl has a dog as well!!!! - (Daryl and the Reader wake up and enjoy each other’s company for a bit before having to start the rest of their day.)

A/N: I haven’t written on here in SO long and this request came in embarrassingly long ago, but hey, I’m doing it now so here you go. Haha! I’m sorry for not writing on here more but sometimes you just need to be in the mood to do it. Hope you enjoy this very cutesy, fluffy one! If you want to request, do it now!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of suicide (if you squint a lot), mentions of sleep issues

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Your deep sleep was broken by a gentle shaking on your shoulder. Your eyes opened hesitantly, not ready to actually face life quite yet. Your brain forgot the zombie apocalypse raged outside of these doors when you were asleep. If you were lucky, your dreams would be filled with images of an abundance of electricity, cell phones, and TV shows.

However, if you were going to be forced awake by any person, you would have chosen it to be Daryl Dixon. Aside from the fact that you loved and cherished him more than life itself, he made your day to day worth living. He was the constant, the steady, the one support mechanism in your life. Being woken up by him reminded you of that fact.

You turned around so you could see him clearly. His face was always slightly swollen in the morning from sleep. You loved it and gently ran your hand across his cheek. He immediately knew what you were doing and rolled his eyes. He hated when you called him “cute” or “handsome.” It put him on the spot and he was too awkward to know what to say back to you.

“How was your sleep?” You questioned, moving closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your back so you were perfectly nestled into his side.

“Good,” He softly moved the hair out of your face. This was usually the time when he was the most affectionate towards you. Away from the prying eyes of the rest of the group, he would softly kiss the top of your head or hold your hand when you told him about a nightmare. He felt most comfortable with you in his own bed and house.

“You were having trouble getting to sleep the past few days. How long did it take you to get to sleep last night?”

“Only about 15 minutes,” He answered. You cared so much about him and hated seeing him in any type of struggle, even with sleep. When he told you that he’d been having some issues, you wanted to help him in any way you could. It was pretty normal around here to have some insomnia, but that didn’t mean you could just continue through life ignoring the problem.

“I guess those mela---mena---” He started, unable to remember what you called the pink chewable tablets you’d given him after happening to find them by chance on a run to a pharmacy.

“Melatonin.”

“Yeah, that,” He smiled slightly, embarrassed by his blundering. “Those helped a lot. Feel like I could sleep another thousand years.”

“Maybe someday we can,” You imagined a world where things didn’t constantly have to be done or fixed. A world where nothing had to be protected for an entire group’s survival. That was something that you likely wouldn’t live to see, but it made you feel a little better to dream about it.

As you laid in Daryl’s arms, taking in the rising sunlight coming through the windows, you began to hear the familiar clip-clop of dog nails on hardwood floors. You looked up slightly to see Dog walking into your bedroom, immediately jumping into the bed with you and Daryl when he saw the two of you.

You motioned for him to climb up higher and he did, snuggling in the middle. Daryl stroked his ears, letting out a few coos as he spoiled the sweet puppy. With your boyfriend here in bed with you and your dog closeby, you almost felt overwhelmed with the happiness you had in your life.

There were days in the beginning of the apocalypse when you thought about ending it all. Everything had become so miserable. Suffering through another hour seemed like the biggest chore you could imagine. There was never a promise of another meal, of a safe place to stay, or adequate clothing. It was always a struggle, always something you had to work on. When Daryl found you in the warehouse, it had been an absolute godsend and you wouldn’t replace a day since then for anything in the entire world.

You looked up at Daryl’s handsome face and smiled cheesily. He noticed your staring and furrowed his brows, unsure of what you were actually looking at. “What are you thinking about, woman?”

“Thank you, Daryl,” You muttered softly, just loud enough for him to hear the words come out of your mouth. “Thank you for saving me.”

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Engaged to Be Wed

Daryl x Reader

Summary: Daryl doesn’t think engagement is necessary but when Y/N mentions it, he realizes she may want to marry.

A/N: This is actually going to be a series about the wedding process in the zombie apocalypse. It’s not going to be anything to hard hitting, just some cute fluff and marriage! Also, let me tell you, it’s hard to find any GIF of Daryl that could have anything to do with engagement, hence the random one here.

Warnings: fluff, panic about big moments

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You laid in bed with Daryl, your head on his chest as he slowly ran his fingers along your arms. Moments like these were your favorite. You could be completely yourself and share the most peaceful time with the love of your life. Not everyone was this lucky. It was the middle of the zombie apocalypse and you found love on Hershel’s Family farm. The relationship was slow moving at first but by the time you made it to the prison, the two of you were thick as thieves. You may not have been “dating” but at that point everyone already knew the two of you were together.

Looking up, you saw Daryl with his head on the pillow, his eyes closed. He wasn’t asleep though, just resting his eyes. “Have you ever been to a wedding?”

His brows furrowed and he looked down at you, his hand stilling. “Based on the fact that I was wandering around the woods with my drunk, high brother when this all happened, I’m gonna say you already know the answer to that.”

“I have,” You looked down at your hands and sat up in the bed, leaning your back against the headboard. “I always thought they were so beautiful. When the Groom would look at his bride for the first time and cry. Everyone celebrates the fact that two people are so in love they want to spend the rest of their lives together. It was the most romantic thing I could even think of.”

Daryl looked at you apprehensively. He didn’t know you felt this way about weddings of all things. All these years he’d know you, you hadn’t mentioned marriage once. To him, you always seemed like the type of girl to not worry about marriage because it wasn’t what truly showed that you loved the other person. These days it would almost be impossible to get married. He couldn’t even imagine worrying about a wedding while you’re killing walkers. It just didn’t seem to fit.

“You wanted one?”

“Of course I did,” You smiled to yourself. It was a long shot, you knew that. Marriage was part of the institution. The institution that didn’t even exist anymore. You loved Daryl with all your heart even without a ring on your finger. It just seemed when you were young and you imagined the future, that future involved a ring. It made you feel shallow, ungrateful. How could you worry about that right now? There was no way Daryl would want to get married anyway. “Weddings are impossible these days anyway. There are bigger things to spend time on.”

You slid back down in the bed, adjusting the quilt on your body and leaning back into Daryl, enjoying the warmth that radiated off his skin. His lips pressed onto your head, giving you a soft, sweet kiss. “I love ya, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Daryl.”

…

You had just walked away for a moment in the small store you’d raided. Daryl watched closely as you turned down an aisle and moved towards the jewelry before you could spot him. There wasn’t anything expensive here, he knew that. You probably wouldn’t want anything like that in the first place. You were always practical, wearing the most comfortable outfit you could at any opportunity. He imagined you’d want something small, something that wouldn’t get in the way of your work. The ring box laid in the back of the section and he glanced over the cheap cubic zirconia. They were all fake. Would you want something like this or would you want something real?

When he heard your footsteps making their way back to him, Daryl grabbed the ring with the smallest jewel and seemed like it would fit you the best and turned right as you walked into sight. Your brows furrowed and you looked around. “What the hell are you doing over here?”

“Just got lost,” He said nervously, moving his hand by his sides.

You rolled your eyes and chucked. “Okay, weirdo. I want to get back. Eric said that he would cook me dinner if I found him some books and mama is hungry.”

…

You slurped down the bowl of chowder that Eric had put in front of you after your trade of several contemporary books you’d found in the book section of the store. He gazed over them as Aaron and Daryl spoke in the corner. Usually you’d be suspicious, but you were too hungry to care at this point. Whenever Eric offered to make you food, you jumped on it at the first possible moment.

Daryl silently pulled Aaron to the side, trying to get him farther away from you without looking suspicious. He’d never seen an engagement, never even been interested in carrying out one and had no idea where to even start. Aaron had done this before and would know better than him about how to do it. “I’m planning on proposin’ to Y/N.”

Aaron’s expression took on a surprised look. His eyes widened and he patted Daryl’s shoulder, a smile crossing his face. “Good on you, man. What made this come up all of the sudden?”

“She wanted it. I could tell,” He shook his head and leaned against the wall, rubbing his temples. He never thought he would be so worried about something that he didn’t even care about a few days ago. “I jus’ wanna make her happy, ya know? I don’t want how the world is now to stop her from living a life she’s always wanted.”

“I understand,” Aaron nodded and crossed his arms. “How are you planning on doing it?”

“Well, that’s what I’m tellin’ you for,” Daryl looked over at you to ensure you weren’t peeking and pulled the ring out of his pocket. “I picked this up when we went on a run. Had to try to keep it from her the best I could. I don’t even know where to start.”

Aaron looked at Daryl with empathy. It was likely very stressful to do something like this when you’ve never even thought about it before. “Y/N’s a sweet girl. I’m sure she’s going to be very happy with whatever you do. Take her somewhere special, somewhere you both enjoy. Tell her what you think about her.”

Daryl bit his lip and shoved the ring back in his pocket. “You really think it’s that simple?”

“I know it’s that simple,” Aaron’s eyes flickered to Eric quickly before stepping back from the wall. “You’re gonna be nervous as hell.”

“Thanks,” Daryl said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and making his way towards you, putting his hand on your back. “You ready to go?”

You looked at your empty bowl and nodded, grabbing your jacket off the back of the seat. “Thanks for the food, Eric. Enjoy your books!”

He smiled and waved goodbye as the two of you left the house and walked back towards your room with Daryl.

…

The world flew past you, your cheek resting on Daryl’s back. Going on rides with him was one of your favorite pastimes when you weren’t working. The loud sounds of the motorcycles echoed around you, waking the stray walker to follow. They had no chance to get either of you. The motorcycle was too fast and even if they got too close, Daryl’s crossbow sat where it always was on a run, his shoulder.

Daryl slowed to a stop by a lake the two of you frequently swam in. It seemed odd he was pulling out all the stops today. You looked at him suspiciously and furrowed your brows. “What the hell are you up to?”

“Wanted to get out. Needed to relax.”

“Everything okay?” You bit your lip and kissed his cheek softly. He seemed shifty, nervous. It made you feel on edge when he was on edge.

“Jus’,” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “I’m fine.”

Now you were really nervous. This wasn’t usual. Daryl would never have acted this nervous about anything. Usually you would have to annoy him for hours to get him to tell you anything. In his mind, it was his job to protect you and if he was the one making you nervous by being nervous, he was doing it wrong.

“Daryl,” You lean back, grabbing his arms. “What’s going on? Are you sick or something?”

“Nah,” He shook off your comment and laughed slightly. “It’s okay. I promise you.”

“Did you come out here to break up with me or something?”

“No!”

“Then to kill me?”

“God, woman,” He rolls his eyes and puts his hand on your cheek, running his thumb over your cheek bone softly. “How the hell do I love you so much?”

Your heart warmed by you were still so unsure. This wasn’t Daryl. Your heart beat quickly in your chest. “I love you, too.”

He closed his eyes, his hands shaking beyond belief. You’d never seen him so scared in all the time you’d known him. Tears pooled in your eyes, beginning to feel panicky. If he was acting like this, something very bad was happening. “You’re scaring me.”

Daryl looked down for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and getting down on one knee. You gasped, jumping back slightly. You would have run had it not been for his hand holding yours. “Daryl, what the hell are you doing?”

“Y/N,” He ignored you, his voice shaky and unsure. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I didn’t realize I needed a friend, a companion, until you came along. I know you know I’m not all about this marriage stuff but if it’s important to you, that’s what were going to. I have to repay you somehow for what you’ve given me through the years.”

“Daryl,” You sighed, running your hand over the top of his head as he spoke. His words meant so much to you. He never spoke like this, but when he did, he meant it. You began to sob now, feeling nothing but joy.

“Will you marry me?” The question seemed so simple, so odd when walkers walked around you. After everything went down, this was something you never imagined would happen. This world wasn’t meant for marriage. The two of you were different though. You both adapted to this world. When you hadn’t answered him for a few minutes, Daryl grew nervous. “Can you just give me an answer? I’m sweatin’ through my shirt.”

You giggled and pulled him up, taking the small ring from the box and slipping it onto your finger. You kissed his lips softly and pulled back. “Of course I’ll marry you, ya big doof.”

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