#HE NEEDS TO GET ANGRIER IMMEDIATELY HE NEEDS TO KILL RICK

[sorrelpaws]

WHO'S STUPID NOW BITCH

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #we need to save morty from rick and morty because how did he go from this to whatever s7 has him doing. #HE NEEDS TO GET ANGRIER IMMEDIATELY HE NEEDS TO KILL RICK #like we need this freak back. WHY IS HE SO TAME i need to kill the writers #CAN HE GET PISSED OFF BCS OF RICK AGAIN. CAN WE DO THAT.

[nina-wrote-this]

Mercy - One Shot

Pairing: Negan x Grimes Daughter!Reader

Summary: Negan needs to give you a terrible notice about your family.

Word Count: 965 words

Warnings: Sadness; Depression; Anxiety; Death;

A/N: Hey, everyone! So, this is my *first time* posting my writing, and I'm SUPER exciting about it. I hope you guys enjoy and If you find any typos, please let me know. English is not my mother tongue.

THE WALKING DEAD SEASON 8 SPOILERS AHEAD!

You were stuck in Sanctuary since Negan decide you would be his new toy and one more way to persuade your father, Rick.

Could not leave with Daryl, when you two had the chance, broke you and this made you didn’t want to do simple things like eat, sleep or even get out of your room. You did not die, but life has been gone for you since you left Alexandria.

Sometimes you felt Negan had a kind of pleasure seeing you that way, maybe because he knew it this would make Rick go nuts or just because he is a fucking crazy asshole. Staying away from your family was like to have a huge hole in your chest; you miss them every moment and do not know what could happen to them, kills you more and more.

“Negan want you in the meeting room.” Simon shout getting in on your room. “Now, Y/N!”

You stand up from the bed a bit dizzy, but curious with what Negan would want this time.

God help me. You thought

“What he wants this time?” You ask following the old man through the big and dirty Sanctuary’s halls.

Of course he didn’t answer, what makes you feel more angry and angst than you normally were. Most of the time, when Negan asked to see you, was to try to make you became his wife, or for do little mental games with you.

Please, let me go… This wish screamed inside you.

You think in try again, but Simon just grabbed your arm and threw you into the meeting room. And there he was, the man, your daily private hell. Negan was waiting for you staring the big glass window while whistling sadly, you couldn't see his face, but you felt something was wrong.

“You want me here… Here I’m!” You cross your arms across yourself, trying to not exhaling fear.

He immediately stopped the sad melody and turned to face you, and you saw how difficult that little movement was for him. He seems to be frustrated, tired ... in pain.

“Negan?” You try again, but he couldn’t look at you. He took a long and deep breath and his voice scratched your ears.

“Rick call me on the radio.” Your head mess up and you frowned in confusion. “Your brother… Carl…”

No! 

“What did you do with him?” You shout out angrier them never, tears already jumping off your eyes. “Did you fucking kill him, you freak?” You advanced on him, striking his chest.

His eyes fixed on your small figure.

“He was bitten, Y/N.” His hands danced through his beard in frustration. The world stopped while you was trying to understand the situation. “He was out of the gates, trying to help someone… I’m sorry, doll!”

This isn’t happen… God, please!

The tears dropped out quickly, your face was already wet. Your throat muffled the sobs who tried to get out. You never wished so much to be with someone, neither when your mom died, either when you lose the prison, or when Negan took you out of Alexandria.

The only sound in the room was your own crying, you felt Negan’s look over you when your knees failed, and you meet the floor. He approached little by little coming to meet you, trying to own you like you’re an animal.

Your head hurts, your thoughts run over your mind – this is not possible, this is not happening again – while the memories from you and Carl come over. You would never see him again; your little brother was dead. Gone forever. Faded away like ashes. A loud scream run away from your throat, but anything would make you feel painless.

In the middle of that chaos, cold arms hugged you, and you smell his perfume, When your eyes opened again you saw him trying to help you, but just make you angrier and disgusting about it, you know, in a way or another, it was his fault.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You crawled away. “I don’t want, and I don’t need you mercy!”

His eyes go down to the floor.

“Fuck…” More tears from your eyes. “All of this is your fault, Negan.” You whispered. “If I were there, with him, this would never have happened. He would still be alive, fighting for Alexandria, fight against you… God, you’re taking every fucking thing from me. Even my last moments with my brother, Negan. Congratulations!”

This was the only thing you were capable to speak before your tears fell down one more round.

Negan approached again, but this time you let him. You were so down in your feelings that doesn’t matter anymore. He put your head against his chest and hug you.

“I… I just… I just want my family back.” His shirt were completely wet now. “I just want my dad… Please, let me go back home.” You asked like was your last wish.

He looked deeply into your eyes, gently stroking your face with his fingers.

“Now you know how it’s fells to be alone, babe.” You saw a little shy tear dropping out the corner of his left eye. “Now you know why I can’t let you go back…”

At a little moment, his pain met yours and you two completed each other.

“I’m sorry, doll! I really am.” He surrendered his ego, kissing your forehead.

Negan wasn’t your safe harbor, either your home. But, just for now, he could be enough. And, maybe, with time, you could learn how to make him complete you.

Maybe you don’t wanted, but you needed his mercy. 

#twd negan #negan #neganxreader #negan x grimesreader #the walking dead #twd spoilers #twdseason8 #negan fic #Negan's thirst squad #jeffrey dean morgan #jeffrey dean morgan fic

[dontdietwd]

Day 65, part 2

The radio was silent, and the cars moved slowly down the streets, as if numb. My sobs slowly subsided and I forced myself to breath, just breath and gather my control back. I wish I didn’t have to let go, though. It was good there, at Daryl’s chest, his arm around me, hand resting on my back, grounding me. Sniffing and drying my face, I forced myself to let go, returning to my seat, but still closer to him that what was necessary now. I looked down as I tried to clean up my face, embarrassed. This had been the most obvious demonstration of weakness I had ever given in front of Daryl – in front of anyone, for that matter, and it was the second time in two days that I cried in front of him.

“Sorry,” I mumbled after a while, still looking down.

Daryl looked at me sideways for a quick moment and returned his eyes to the road. “You okay?” he asked dismissing my apology.

“I’ll be. I guess.”

“’S alright. You’ve just saved all of our asses, can break down all ya want.”

“Can’t believe that son of a bitch was gonna kill us all!” I finally looked up, eyes red but tears gone.

“Well, motherfucker’s dead now.”

“And so’s Jackie.”

“Her choice. Opted out, ain’t that what Jenner called it?”

I was silent for a long moment thinking about Jackie’s choice and the final, messed up, desperate minutes we had spent inside the CDC. How I had made Jenner open the door and all but told everyone on the group that I was pregnant. It was out now.

“What the fuck?” Daryl mumbled taking me out of my thoughts.

“What?”

“Look at that,” he pointed somewhere out of the truck, on the pavement. We were on a central Atlanta street, a few walkers bundled together by a wall on the sidewalk. “See that?”

“Holy. Fuck!” I’d seen it too. Nearly in the middle of the street a black duffel bag lay, the long tip of a rifle coming out of it. “Stop the car!” I told Daryl as I reached for the radio that had been sitting forgotten by my side on the seat.

“Hey, why are you stopping?” Rick’s voice came from it before I could press the button.

“You don’t see it?” I asked him. “To our right, thirty feet away?”

He took a few seconds to answer. “Yep. I’ll be damned, looks like the guns we gave the group from the elderly home.”

“Wonder why they’re here,” I said thought the radio. “Gotta get’em back though,”

“Sure thing,” he agreed through the radio.

By my side, Daryl said “Group of walkers there, gotta get it fast.”

“I’m fast enough,” I told him and pressed the radio button before Daryl could say anything. “I’ll go and get it,” I told the others among radio static. “You all just gotta honk like hell to attract the walkers away.”

“The hell you gonna go!” Daryl roared at me at the same time the radio came to life in my hand.

“We’re gonna get the bag back alright,” Rick told me, “but one of us is going out there, not you, Sam. Not in your condition, now that we know about it. Shane says he’ll go.”

I pressed the button immediately, glaring at Daryl who seemed to get angrier at me by the second, “I’m fast, Rick, it’s what we need now. Shane, I know you’re strong and capable,” I rolled my eyes, “but what we need now is speed. I go out, get it and run back, it’s all. So I’m going, of maybe Glenn.”

The radio was silent for a few seconds before Rick spoke again. “Don’t move, Sam. Just give us a minute.”

Growling, I let the radio fall back between Daryl and I. The small group of walkers from the sidewalk seemed to have noticed something had approached, but they were still uncertain, a few of them turning around to sniff the air. Two of three were already on the street, closer to the bag.

“That’s exactly why I waited as long as I could to tell people about the baby. I knew it was gonna be like this,” I hissed, elbow on the window frame, head resting on my hand.

“What, you knew people were gonna be worried ‘about your safety and the kid’s?” Daryl snarled in a low voice. “Yeah, kinda sucks having people care ‘about ya.”

“You know what I mean, Daryl!”

“I know you’re bitchin’ for no reason. Ya gonna need to slow down soon, so just get the fuck over it.”

I stared at him, mouth hanging a bit, for a few seconds. “Soon,” I finally spoke, “is not now.”

With that, I grabbed the axe from the floor of the truck and pushed the handle to open the door, quickly sliding out of it.

“The fuck, Sam?” Daryl yelled from inside.

“You cross the street and attract them on that direction. I’ll get the bag and come back before they reach you. Go!”

Knowing Daryl would make me stop if I gave him the chance, I moved, but still in time to listen to him cursing at me and getting out of the truck. Not looking back, certain that Daryl would be doing as I’d told him, I walked fast, rolling the axe handle on my right hand. Walking in a straight line I met the first walker before it could even groan at me, axe blade perforating its skull and brain easily. As it fell, I planted my foot on the head and pulled the axe out, twisting around myself and swinging it immediately onto the second one. Somewhere behind me, I heard loud bangs of a palm against a car, followed by Daryl’s voice yelling incoherent words to attract the walkers. I was already by the bag on the asphalt when I had to get rid of the third walker, a fourth one aiming at me instead of following the others towards Daryl. I looked around for a moment; five or six walkers were getting close to where he was still banging at the car; I could see him stretch his neck to try and see me from the top of their rotting heads. Looking back at my goal, I took the last few steps in a sprint, bending quickly to grab the bag’s handle. It was heavier than I had thought, but it didn’t stop me from throwing it over my shoulder and turning around to get out of there. Behind me, a loud growl sounded closer than it should. Aiming only with the corner of my eyes, I side kicked the too quick female walker, hitting her on the chest and making her fall back, growling angrily. My axe fell to the ground then, and the bag skipped from my shoulder.

“Sam!” Darryl yelled from a few feet away as he ran back to the truck before the walkers got to him. “Look out, they’re comin’!”

Looking to where he pointed, I saw another group of dead going in my direction. Cursing aloud, I knew I had to run immediately, so I hugged the heavy bag against my chest and fled, the worn out red axe abandoned on the asphalt. Before I could even close the door and settle on the truck, Daryl was already charging away, yelling and scolding. The door closed on its own with the truck’s movement and the other cars in the caravan followed us away, leaving the dead herd behind, hungry and growling.

 * * *

 I completely ignored the radio from then on. Daryl had already given up yelling at me for my imprudence, now he was just breathing hard, his face angry, but silent. He was a rude man, that was for certain, but I knew he cared and he had only gotten that angry because I had been at risk. He cared, and I just wished he would yell a little less, but then again, he’d been scared for me. Because he cared. I just wondered if he cared in the same way I was beginning to care for him. You know, the same way.

When I finished the discussion by saying now we had more guns and were safer than ever, he knew it was impossible to convince me of how reckless he thought I had bee. I didn’t think I was, I was fast and I defended myself and I got the weapons while the others were still sitting their asses on the cars discussing it. On the radio, Rick had said the same but soon had stopped. It was all quiet for a while, long minutes when nobody really knew where we were going.

“Wait, hold on a minute,” I broke the silence making Daryl glance at me and quickly looking away. “Didn’t you say ya gave the weapons to the elderly home group?”

Daryl took a couple of seconds, but mumbled “Fuck” under his breath just as the radio came to life on the seat between us, with Rick questioning the exact same thing.

Minutes later, the caravan was slowly approaching and carefully stopping by the brick wall of the home. The street seemed to be empty, but there was a square across the street with trees that could hide walkers. The brick wall had a whole in it, which Daryl quickly told me had already been there before.

As the group hopped off the cars, the silence around was eerie, the energies tense as we looked around and men instinctively got guarding positions, even if they kept looking over their shoulders to watch, as every other pair of eyes did, as I met Rick and Shane on the sidewalk and handed Rick the heavy bag I’d been carrying against my chest. As he held it by the strap, letting I hang heavily by his side, Rick put a hand on my shoulder, leaning in a bit to say “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I answered instinctively, subtly shaking his hand off with a shrug. “I’m good. You all?”, I looked briefly at Shane and pointed at Lori, where she stood with Carl near Carol and Sophia.

“Man, I gotta tell ya, that was some crazy shit right there,” Shane shook his head, an overwhelmed laugh on his voice

“You got Jenner to open the doors. That was –” Rick paused also shaking his head. “We owe you big, Sam.”

“No, come on,” I frowned crossing my arms. “You don’t have to thank me for that, that’s my job, is all. And I was saving my own ass too, and my –” I paused then and looked down at myself. Looking up again I saw a little understanding smile coming from Rick, “Why you not saying this to Carol? She’s the one who had a damn grenade!”

With that, I excused myself and moved away from them, making a straight line towards Carol, who saw me approaching with quick steps. Unceremoniously, I grabbed Carol by the shoulders and pulled, arms coming around her in a tight hug.

"Sam?" Carol asked in a weak voice, uncertain but accepting the hug, her own hands patting my back.

"You're amazing, d'you know that?" I asked pulling away, hands once again on her shoulders. "You had a fuckin' grenade!"

"W-Wel, it was actually Rick's, I'd – I just found it in his pocket –"

"Yeah, but he didn't even remember it then. We'd all have died there."

"Well, yeah –"

"Thank you."

Carol was stunned but smiled after a second, nodding, uncertain of what to do with this gratitude.

"I'll just –" I said suddenly and left in quick steps, but could still see from the corner of my eye when others thanked Carol as well, incentivized by my action.

I crossed the street then, all but running, and curved herself over the curb to throw up all the feelings and terrifying emotions I'd been having since that damned control room. As I heaved, even without seeing it, I felt Daryl approaching silently to guard my back, but it was the other women, Carol, Lori, Andrea, who ran to help. One of them pulled my dreads up and held them, someone was rubbing my back in soothing circles.

I had been thought this uncountable times before, always alone, hiding it in the woods, never wanting to concern or alert anyone of my condition, and always thought it was fine. I could handle it. But now, having their quiet support and Daryl's solid presence right there, I felt, at least for a moment, safer than I had felt in months.

 ***

 The patio was filled with walkers and everybody knew this didn't mean anything good for the elderly home. Rick was the first to shoot, right after a clear, loud "Fuck it!". Everybody who was carrying guns started shooting after he did, the walkers falling to the ground one by one. It was over in seconds, and for a moment all that could be heard was the children's cries and their mothers gently shushing them, crouched on the floor, terrified. We moved to the entrance then, a metal door that led to a large room filled with tossed around furniture, but otherwise empty. At the end of the room, double wooden doors lead to a long, dim corridor.

I entered with my .12 gunshot ready, right behind Daryl with his crossbow, just as attentive. There were no walking dead, just normal ones, a women’s legs outside of a door, some other one right ahead, a loud buzz of flies around the bodies and the solid smell. The ones in the front – Glenn, Rick, Shane, Daryl and myself – made no sound, on guard, starting to look around and into doors, but loud gasps and cries from behind us filled the empty space, as if the sight of dead people was scarier than seeing the walk and growl. Sophia was crying out loudly, Daryl turned around, lowering the crossbow just enough, whispering angrily for her to shut up. The fear from the two mothers immediately transformed into hatred for him man chastising the girl.

“Shut it, all of you!” I also whispered-screamed and motioned Daryl to move non with our swipe.

More walkers were approaching as we entered, attracted by the loud gunshots from before and the cries now, the last ones of the group closing the doors a second before the first walker bumped into it. The locks were broken and they had to rest their full bodies weight to hold it in place. I didn’t see more now, moving with the men to check the entire space. Many people were dead all around, inside rooms, on the corridor, in another big room and also upstairs. They were all dead for good, though, clear gunshots on their heads.

In a few minutes we had all joined again in one of the largest rooms, little less afraid now we knew there were no walkers inside. Rick was speaking, clearly trying to sound calm and confident.

“Upstairs is our best bet. We've cleared a few rooms, can barricade those if we have to,” he paused and looks around at the people, nodding in what he thought to be a reassuring way. “We'll be alright.”

“You mean it this time?” Carol asked from where she sat once again with her arms around her daughter. She was almost crying. “Or are you lying to us like all the times before?”

“That's unfair,” Lori defended her husband. “And no help at all.”

“He wasn’t lying, Carol,” I told her from close to the doorway. “He was just wrong. How could anybody know this would happen?”

“But what the hell happened?” Glenn voiced it, trepidation all over his voice.

“What do you think?” Andrea was the one to answer. “They got overrun.”

A loud snort came out of Daryl as he paced around looking from body to body and Andrea looked at him affronted.

“Something to say?”

“Yeah!”, he didn’t even let her finish her question. “How about 'observant'?”

“Observant? Big word for a guy like you. Three whole syllables!”

By the door I felt like puffing my chest out and walking over the blonde woman, but restrained, questioning myself for being so protective over Daryl. Nobody should talk to him like that, he was not stupid like people seem to think he was. Fucking prejudiced people. Daryl had been crucial to the survival of this group all along and still all this woman could see was his redneck label. But Daryl was a big boy and could defend himself, so I didn’t move.

“Walkers didn’t do this!” he started explaining angrily. “Geeks didn’t show up ‘til all this went down. Somebody attacked this place, killed these people, took whatever they wanted. They're all shot in the head, execution style!”

Yep, like I said, he could clearly defend himself. Without controlling it, I had a proud smirk on my face. He’d been voicing what I’d noticed since we’d walked in this god forsaken place. Andrea had lost her know-it-all expression and was looking at the gunshots, face fallen.

“Ya’ll worried about walkers? I'd be much more worried about the people who came and did all this,” then he approached Andrea again. “Get a dictionary, look it up,” and he pointed at his own head. “Observant”.

He crossed the room then, approaching me by the door on his way out. I looked proudly at him, sill smirking, an eyebrow shooting up. He expression didn’t change much, he was irritated and worried, but the corner of his lip did twitch a bit at my look. It was enough for me. He passed me and left the room, clearly looking to be alone or on the lookout.

People were sitting close together later on, spirits subdued, when Rick and Shane returned from the kitchens where they went looking for food. They found one single can of corn and Shane had potato chips and one single bottle of water, and that was all. They shared it among us all, including a bottle of whiskey Shane also had brought from the CDC. Daryl asked him to share it and I just looked away. It wasn’t because I would die for a swig or two and couldn’t that Daryl shouldn’t enjoy a little of the numbness he could get from it.

“What’s next?” Lori asked as she got up to join her husband by the window.

Rick didn’t answer, he just turned around and shared a long look with me. I held his eyes for a moment before nodding in Shane’s direction. He’d been mentioning Fort Benning for a while and Rick and I hadn’t heard him, we had chosen he CDC. Maybe it was time to give the man’s idea a try. Rick looked at Shane, who was already nodding his head and looking at me as he mumbled “Fort Benning.”

“We should’ve listened to you, Shane”, Rick told him. “Would have saved us a lot of grief ahead.”

“We couldn’t have known what would happen,” I said from where I sat next to Daryl. “The CDC was closer; we didn’t have enough gas to go all the way down to Alabama – we still don’t have it. We had to try it.”

“Yeah, but…” Rick shook his head. “Jackie would still be alive…”

“Was her choice, man. Do not take that on,” Shane told his friend.

“All these people…” Glenn entered the conversation. “Who’d have done something like this? Just… Come in here and murder everybody, even all the old people, how sick is that?”

Sophia flinched and nearly cried just to hear him say this and Carol hugged her. Lori moved to Carl, who also had gone pale, mumbling “Is this something we need to be discussing right now?”

“Uh, yeah. It actually is. I mean…” I got up from my spot and looked down at Carol and Lori. “I'd like a word with you two, if it's fine? Just us?"

The two other women nodded confused and got up, reassuring their kids they’d be back soon and that everything was ok, and we retread from the children and the men, going to stand at a corner.

"Look, I know things got a bit heated when we entered the home?" I started.

"We’re all on the edge," Lori told me, crossing her arms. "What we found here was far from what we were expecting, again."

"First the CDC, now this..." Carol said. "It's like one blow after the other."

"Yeah, but no matter what happened,” Lori crossed her arms and spoke firmly. “I will not let anybody talk to my child like that, or even talk about these things around him. I will always defend him, I'm sure Carol will too."

I took a deep breath and rested my hands on my hips, "Look, Daryl’s a brute, we all agree to that, but he means well. He told them to shut up and you're angry about that, fine. But at that moment, they actually had to shut up," Carol frowned at that and Lori took a breath to speak, her arms uncrossing and hands imitating my position, but I moved on. "I mean it, Lori. We all know silence‘s crucial when there’re walkers around, we taught you that ages ago at the quarry. We weren’t just saying, they are attracted by sound, ya’ll know that. They had to be quiet just like all of us did. You're so mad about someone calling out on your children that you can't even see he was right."

"I know we need silence, but I'm the one who's gonna tell my son to be quiet!", Lori rebated.

"But you didn’t! Lori, you were holding your son and he was being loud, you were not telling him to be quiet, same thing for you Carol. Sophia was crying and even you was whimpering, and not quietly!" I opened my arms, "Somebody had to! I mean it, if Daryl hadn’t said it, I would’ve and you’d be all mad at me instead of him”.

“There are ways to speak –”

"Look, Lori, Carol, I've been meaning to talk to you about this. We all know they're scared, more scared than all of the adults, it must be terrifying for them. But it will be even more terrifying if they find themselves in a dangerous situation without being prepared to react, to protect themselves.”

“I’ll protect him! And Rick will –”

“You don't know you're always going to be there to protect them, every time. They need to know how to avoid the dead, not to not attract’em, how to fight’em if it gets to that. We’re all always going to protect them, but we'll never know what will happen. They need ‘t stop acting so scared and helpless, for their own safety."

“And what do you suggest?” Carol tried but her voice still shuddered. “Arming the children? Giving them guns and crossbows?”

“Something like that, yeah,” I said firmly and saw their affronted expressions. And I could understand the idea as preposterous, but, well. “I don’t mean just give it to them and leave them to do whatever, I mean teach them. I mean reassuring them that they don’t have to be scared if they know how to react. And you two, too, I saw how scared you got out there, you need to… Come on, I don’t know, be braver? The world is not gonna go back to what it was, you heard Jenner, it’s all gone. We need to survive, we need to make sure the children survive, that my baby does, we need all to be strong as group, not just count on a few of the stronger ones to defend everybody.”

There was a moment of silence. I felt suddenly exhausted, and breathed out hard and I looked down, a hand pressing the bridge of my nose.

“How are you not scared?” Carol’s small voice asked me, a bit more gently than her expression was before.

I looked up at her, at Lori and then back. “You think I ain’t scared?” I snorted a fake laugh, trying a smile. “I’m a pregnant girl during the fuckin’ walking dead apocalypse. I’m fuckin’ terrified!” Lori and Carol exchanged an uncomfortable look, not knowing what to say. I didn’t know anymore, either. “We should get some rest. Just, please, think about it? We can’t have them getting terrified by the simple mention of murder. I told you once, Carol, that I could teach you and Sophia how to defend yourselves? Offer still stands.”

I turned my back on them then and left following the men who were leaving the room. Daryl waited for me, letting me pass first.

“We’re all rattled and exhausted, no one’s thinking clearly,” Rick was saying when I arrived, “But we have to start. Our lives depend on it.”

“You’re damn right,” Shane agreed once again shaking his head. “We can’t let our guard down again,” and as Daryl and I joined, we walked towards the stairwell where we found Dale and T-dog already sitting down. “Back at camp, having us some fish fried and no one on watch, and people died when they didn’t need to.”

“Hey,” I patted Glenn’s arm to stop him before we joined, and spoke in a low voice. “You did nothing wrong by talking about what happened here. It’s the reality and they need to start being able to handle it”.

After we all got together and crouched down to talk, Rick started, “Fort Benning, that’s the consensus.”

“When we’re leaving here?” T asked accepting the bottle Daryl handed him across the group.

“At first light”, I told them making the others nod. “I just worry about the fuel; we’ll have to get it from any car we can find on the way. And we’re wasting fuel driving so many vehicles, we need to lose a few. We’ll use the gas from whatever cars we leave behind, pro’ly be enough to leave the city. We,” and I pointed between Daryl and I, can keep the bike and lose the truck, it spends less gas,” and I looked at Daryl to see him nodding his agreement.

“That’d be a start,” said Shane. “Let’s just try to get a little shut eye tonight, ok? T, you get the first hour?”

 * * *

 I looked around for Daryl from where I had laid down on the hard floor against a wall. I thought he’d come to rest a bit at any moment, but as the minutes passed by and he didn’t, I started to worry. I knew he was not much of a sleeper, but he had to rest. There was a journey ahead of us, over one hundred miles separated us from Fort Benning, and there was no telling what we’d find on the way there of it we’d ever even make it.

Silently, I got up from my spot, navigating through my group companions’ sleeping forms, and headed to the hallway, looking around for him. He was a few feet away along the corridor, lying down on the floor just as I had been, one arm thrown over his eyes. Relieved that he seemed to be asleep, I approached quietly even with my boots still on my feet – you just don’t sleep without shoes on in this new world – and sat down against the wall, close to his head. I had lost sleep now anyways.

“You gotta sleep,” he told me in a real low voice, without having moved an inch.

“Can’t… Though you was sleeping,” I whispered, elbows resting on my knees.

“Can’t either,” and he still didn’t move.

We went silent. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the hard surface of the white wall. Daryl moved the arm covering his eyes to pillow his head, now just a breath away from my leg.

As he settled, I whispered, “You were great today, ya know that?” I opened my eyes then, straightening my head again and looking down on him. He said nothing but looked up at me, a question in his eyes. “Struggled together with everyone… Gave me your shoulder to cry and snot all over you…” I smiled then, a laugh in her voice. He did too, a corner of his lips moving up. “Helped secure this place and then!” I made a pause “shut Andrea up in front of everybody and it was aaaawesome!”

He laughed quietly, moving his eyes away from me. We were both strangely smiling now, among all the shit that had been going on.

“They underestimate you,” I said after a while.

“An’ you don’t?” he spoke quietly again, his voice more like a rumble.

“Guess I did… Once. In the other life. I don’ anymore.”

“Don’t know what ya thing I can do.”

“Well, for one, you’re ‘observant’,” I said smiling one more time, and he looked up at me again, the shy smile returning. “I mean, you really are, you’re the only one who noticed me being all pregnant. And the hunting and tracking go without saying… You don’t freeze out with danger, you’re logical. You’re more important to this group than you imagine.” And to me, but I didn’t say it. “They’ll see it soon enough as well, you’ll see.”

“Don’t care wha’ they think”.

“I know.”

“’S long as –” he started and stopped himself real quickly. I looked down at him again.

“What?”

“‘S nothin’.”

“No, as long as what?”

He removed his arm from under his head and covered his eyes once again. “Go to sleep.”

“Daryl?” I asked as I turned to my side and looked straight down at him, my head lined with his from above.

“What?”

“As long as what?”

He lifted his arm to look up at the ceiling and saw my face right there, humor in my eyes. He stopped what he was going to say, stunned by the position we found ourselves in, and took a moment to regain his wits.

“Only reason I’m in this group is ‘cause of you,” he started with a sincerity that stunned me. “Was it Merle and I, I’d be gone straight away from that fuckin’ roof. So as long as you don’t think I’m a piece of shit, I’m good.” And as I was just to stunned to move or say anything, he threw the arm over his eye again. “Now jus’ please go to sleep and leave me alone.”

“Alright….” I whispered, moving again. I quickly settled on the floor, against the same wall, my head close to his. “Good night, Daryl.”

He only grumbled in response. I knew it was enough of talking for him for a day. I was still smiling, butterflies inside my stomach, when I fell asleep.

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Fix You 12

Supernatural (AU Story)

Link to Chapter 11 

Words: 4,725

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader 

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Lucifer looked over his shoulder making sure that you were out of the room before turning to Gabriel.

“You need to skip to my lou my darlin and get on my side.”

“I would rather slam my hand in a drawer. Either start talking Lucifer or get lost. I have to worry about keeping my family safe.”

Lucifer looked honestly hurt.

“What am I Gabe? I'm your family too! I'm not here to raise some hell with you or make you angrier than you already appear to be. When did you get so emo? I am here because I care for you and for my kid! I want Michael to die a slow painful death as much as the next guy. Your kid in there, your kid, is in some real bad danger that you can't handle on your own.”

Gabriel stood with his arms crossed glaring at Lucifer for a few moments.

“You didn't answer my question. What did Michael specifically say about Joy and Yn?”

Lucifer leaned back in his seat at the kitchen island and held his hands up.

“What do you want me to say, Gabriel? He said he wanted to kill them and make you watch the light leave their eyes? Is that good enough for you because it freaked me the hell out! Look, Gabe, I know that we aren't pals....”

“Understatement.”

Gabriel snapped. Lucifer sighed before giving his brother an annoyed glare.

“Uh yeah! If you will keep your snark to the minimum that would be great! I want to help you! What happened to us, Gabriel? You and I were pals. We were closer than Michael and Raphael ever were. It was you and me against the world! What about all of the times that you did some of your tricks and they went bad? I took the fall for you because it killed me to see you upset. Oh Christ, look at me going over all of these feels while you just stand there!”

“Daddy?”

Both Gabriel and Lucifer froze. Gabriel looked down to see JoyAnna by his foot again. Muttering a few curse words at Lucifer in Enochian, Gabriel bent down picking Joy up.

“I told you to stay in there.”

JoyAnna gave Gabriel a disapproving expression.

“Its not nice to call someone all of those names you just called him. Daddy am I going to die?”

Gabriel's mouth dropped as he looked at his little girl's sweet face. He glanced to Lucifer who muttered “oh my dad” before standing up and turning his back. Looking back to JoyAnna, Gabriel shook his head.

“Absolutely not!”

Lucifer meanwhile, walked over and held his hands out. Joy didn't fight when Lucifer took her from Gabriel's arms. Gabriel half expected Joy to try to bite Lucifer. He walked across the kitchen

“Sweetheart, let me tell you about this big dummy named Michael. A long long time ago, before you were even thought of, it was Michael, your Jimmy Buffet loving Uncle Raphael, your daddy, and me in heaven. Michael was the biggest bossiest meanie head. Your daddy and I used to play ricks on him. One time your daddy even dyed his wings pink. Let's just say it wasn't his color, sweetheart. Anyway, the point of this story, we are ten times more powerful than Michael. He may have some goons and morons at his disposal but its nothing we can't handle. Your daddy and those other people around here won't let anything happen to you. I won't either. Deal?”

JoyAnna glanced at Gabriel. The expression on his face still made her nervous. She knew that her dad was super wary about everything that Lucifer was saying. Turning her head back to her uncle, JoyAnna smiled.

“Deal.”

About that time the door opened and Jack walked in. He froze the moment that he spotted Lucifer holding his cousin. Right away Jack was ready to freak out. He immediately turned to Gabriel.

“What are you thinking?”

He half yelled. Lucifer meanwhile, smiled seeing Jack. He smiled genuinely.

“Jack. It's so good to see you.”

Gabriel meanwhile, looked at his nephew with exhausted eyes before walking over and pulling him out of the room by his shirt. Lucifer gave Joy a smile.

“Everyone is so friendly here.”

JoyAnna giggled.

“You must really be on something Uncle Luci.”

Meanwhile, Jack angrily pulled away from Gabriel as his uncle closed the door behind him.

“You let him in here and near Joy! Near me!”

Gabriel held a hand up.

“Cool it junior! Look, he was the one that told us about Michael. I'm keeping my eyes on him and Cas is too. If he puts a toe out of line I will gladly kill him. He knows where we stand. You need to trust me on this one. I've been around a lot longer and know what can happen, feel me? I need you to chill. I'm not asking you to go and be his pal. In fact, go be an ass for all I care but don't you dare think that I would intentionally put Joy or you in any danger.”

Jack looked down before nodding.

“I'm sorry.”

Gabriel nodded, motioning to the door with his head.

“Its fine, go on.”

Jack looked at his uncle a moment longer. He realized that there was more to what was going on then what Gabriel was telling him.

“Gabriel?”

“Just go.”

He replied. Gabriel's voice was calm but there was an edge to it that Jack wasn't used to. The boy turned and left his uncle alone in the laundry room.

Jack didn't look at Lucifer as he walked back through the kitchen. He could only hope that Gabriel knew what he was talking about!

Later that night, after you put Joy to bed, you sat quietly beside Gabriel listening to everything that Lucifer had told him earlier. You put a hand on her your head trying to take everything in. Lucifer looked at you sympathetically.

“I know its a lot to take in.”

You scoffed.

“A little...Michael is a fool to think that he can get much out of a little girl.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“A powerful little girl. Forgive me for saying so darlin but Michael could mold her to do whatever he wanted. If he got you and Gabriel out of the way well....his field day.”

Meanwhile upstairs...

JoyAnna lay sleeping when a soft fluttering noise caught her attention. She turned over to see a young man standing beside her bed. With a frown, she reached over to turn the light but he snapped his hands stopping her.

“You must be JoyAnna. My my you really are a cutie!”

Joy rubbed her eyes.

“Who are you? Don't you think it's a little rude to be materializing in people's bedroom?”

The man chuckled.

“You are sarcastic, just like your father.”

Joy didn't like the way the man mentioned anything related to Gabriel. There was something sneeringly cold in his voice.

“Yeah, well you get what you get. Who are you anyway?”

The man smiled.

“I'm your uncle Michael. I've come to see you.”

Joy's mouth dropped and she looked around nervously.

“Uh why aren't your wings pink?”

Michael's pleasant expression went negative.

“Lovely, you heard that story.”

Joy nodded as she snapped her fingers sending the archangel flying across the room and into the wall. It took maybe two seconds for the door to slam open. Gabriel and Jack stood in the doorway. Both of their expressions went from panicked to straight pissed off. Jack quickly ran to Joy yanking her into his arms as Gabriel stepped between them looking down at Michael.

“Jeez Mikey. Did a little girl knock you on your ass? Doesn't say much for your so-called skills.”

Michael growled angrily before jumping up and landing a punch in Gabriel's face. Gabriel shook off the impact after a few moments. He was able to land more punches on Michael. Glancing over his shoulder he could see Jack with a petrified Joy in his arms.

“Jack get her out of here!”

He yelled as Joy began screaming for him over and over again. The moment that Michael slammed a knife into his shoulder, Joy really began to cry. Gabriel looked down at the kitchen knife with a bemused expression.

“A steak knife? Really Michael? Do you think that would really hurt me? Must have lost your touch, big brother. Might want to take that to the Texas Roadhouse that you stole it from.” 

Michael blinked before growling angrily.

“I'll be back.”

Michael snapped his fingers instantly disappearing.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Gabriel and Jack turned to Lucifer and yourself. Both stopped seeing the blood oozing out of the wound in Gabriel's shoulder.

“Gabe?”

You managed to get out as Jack quickly walked from the room trying to calm his little cousin down. Gabriel glanced over at your panicked expression. Lucifer looked at tad nervous himself.

“It was Michael. That fucker stabbed me with a steak knife! Can you believe that shit?”

After another moment or two the wounds had healed themselves leaving Gabriel back to the way he looked before. You walked over cupping his face in your hands.

“Gabriel, what were you thinking? He could have killed you.”

Gabriel smacked your hands away.

“It was me or the kid. You want me to grow up and be the dad that I am supposed to be one minute. Now you want me to be more careful! You are gonna have to pick one, peach, because I can't do everything!”

You looked down at the ground. Sure, Gabriel was hyped up on adrenaline and probably didn't mean what he said. You stood a moment longer before walking from the room. It was probably best that the two of you be apart for a moment.

Lucifer looked after you before looking back to Gabriel who was trembling.

“Uh, was that the best thing that you could come up with? I think she was worried about you?”

Gabriel growled.

“She always worried about me! I walk by a black cat, she worries. I walk under a ladder, I can't leave the house for a damn moment. She treats me like a baby.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Bro you are kinda acting like one. Can't believe that I am being the sane one here but she's your girl. It's in her job description.”

Gabriel looked up at his brother's face.

“I guess I can be hard on her. This crap situation is just making me nutty.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“From what little me old me gathered you two have the bad habit of running from each other when the tough gets going. Maybe it's time that you two go your merry ways and you can co parent little short stuff in peace. The kid is gonna figure out what's going on soon enough if she doesn't already. Y/n is a nice girl but I don't think that we, as archangels, are meant to be with anyone...cute nephilim included. Well later, I'm going to watch me some reality TV...wanna watch some people whose lives are bigger train wrecks than mine.”

You sat on the couch trying to ignore that sinking feeling about your relationship with Gabriel.. Yet again he had proven you right. You had thought after the little heart to heart things would be okay. Gabriel himself had even seemed so hopeful. He had even reminded her of the Gabriel that you had fallen in love with.

“Hi there”

You looked up seeing Lucifer walk into the room. Great! This was the last person that you wanted to deal with! You only nodded as Lucifer sat down.  

“So... just curious but is why happened up there normal?”

You shrugged.

“It’s the new normal.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a good listener. I know that’s probably contradicting everything you have heard about me.”

You smirked before leaning back into the couch.

“Let me get this straight, you want to hear about mine and Gabriel’s problems?”

Lucifer nodded happily.

“I did tell Gabriel that was I was going to watch reality TV. He doesn’t have to know that I am actually listening to his business.”

You tried not to laugh. You were seriously having a therapy session with Satan. This has to be a new one!

“Well okay. If you don’t have anything better to do. Things were good. Where is the keyword. I guess everything changed when I got pregnant. After that, it’s gone downhill. Think about an airplane just going alone then all of a sudden BAM nose dive! Ever since then it’s just not good. Gabriel and I have a problem with running when things get bad. He ran when I got pregnant then I ran when Amara broke our bond because I just knew our love wasn’t the same. There you go Luci. That is the PG version of the disaster known as mine and Gabe’s relationship.”

Lucifer blinked a few times.

“Gabe left when he knocked you up?”

You nodded as she took on Lucifer’s annoyed expression.

“Something like that. His time away included strippers, porn stars, and a heaping amount of liquor that makes my liver hurt thinking about it. I just don’t think he was ready for that at the point. He’s changed though. I think he saw the error in his decision making. He does really well with Joy and I am proud of him as a father.”

Lucifer started to speak several times. Each time he would stop himself with a sassy finger shake.

“I have been dying to know my son and Gabriel just walked away from his child and pregnant wife? Oh my dad! You wouldn’t tell from the way he is with her now. He watches every move that child makes. Amara is loose too?”

The freaked out expression on Lucifer’s face was enough to make you worry.

“Yes but she’s good! She’s been taking care of JoyAnna and I for quite some time.”

Lucifer was quite a moment longer.

“So that means my dad knows about everything?”

You winced.

“Yes, he’s slightly afraid of Joy. He sends her a nice card and gift on her birthday and at other random times of the year but he mostly stays away. I think that he is afraid that Joy will bite him.”

Lucifer laughed hard!

“After seeing Joy throw Michael across the room like a doll apparently, I would be concerned too. He probably has his panties in a pinch because he didn’t actively create Joy. He gets jealous when he isn’t the center of all good ideas! I think I know how to fix your and Gabe's problems.”

You raised an eyebrow before sitting up a little straighter.

“Yeah, do share because I am at a fucking loss.”

Lucifer grinned and started bouncing in his seat like an excited child.

“Okay, so you go and buy you some lingerie, tie his ass to a chair, give him a lap dance. It's hard to be mad when you have a hot half-naked woman rolling all over you. You know what? Let’s get out of here for a bit. I can tell you haven’t smiled in a while. Let's go find something to tease that brother of mine with. I have a good eye for all things lustful.'

You blinked a few times. The idea of going out with Lucifer for a bit was concerning and the idea of going lingerie shopping with him screamed bad idea! However, if he could fix yours and Gabriel's problems it was worth a shot! Anything was worth a shot at this point!

“What about Gabe?”

Lucifer shrugged.

“That stick in the mud will be fine. He’s acting a little out of character if you ask me.”

You glanced up the stairs waiting for Gabriel to appear at the mention of his name. When he didn’t, you looked back to Lucifer.

“Well you aren’t quite what I was expecting either.”

Lucifer stood. He could see why Gabriel was so over the moon for you. You were definitely a beautiful girl!

“We wear many hats.”

He reached out grabbing your arm and took them out of the room instantly.

Meanwhile, Gabriel had sat down on Joy’s bed and was looking miserably at his feet. The last thing that he wanted to do was really think that the two of you were ruined as a couple. It couldn’t happen! He loved you too much! The thought alone of you being with another man-made Gabriel want to go into a jealous rage.

The electricity in the room began to surge as Gabriel's anger began to increase.

“Gabriel stop. Cas and I are trying to watch a show.'

Dean called from across the hall. Gabriel's head snapped up as he stood and walked down the hall. He had to do something and quick! Walking into the living room, Gabriel frowned as noticed the sheet of paper lying on the couch.

“Borrowed your wife. Don't worry no freaky shit is happening! ~Lucifer.”

Gabriel was so close to losing his shit that he had almost lost all grip on reality until he heard Cas behind him.

“Gabriel, I have a theory on how to deal with....why are you angry?”

Gabriel turned around to face Dean and Cas who were watching him with a worried expression. He sighed, swallowing the rage that was going through him.

“Lucifer took off with Y/n.”

Dean's mouth dropped.

“Like what kind of taking off are we talking about?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Not like that you idiot! It could be like that for all I know. I swear if that ass hat touches her I am going all out military on him.”

Dean looked over his shoulder making sure that there was no sign of JoyAnna around.

“Dude I don't know how many times we have to have this conversation with you. Whatever is going on between you and Y/n, it needs to get fixed. I get that you are going through some stuff but you two are going to have to work it out. What's going on man?”

Gabriel groaned before sitting down on the couch. He was quiet for a moment and Dean started to say his name but was stopped.

“I heard you!! All of this crap, everything that is going on...I guess it has me not being the friendliest me that I normally am. I snapped at her a bit ago when that crap with Micheal happened. She didn't deserve that. Y/n doesn't deserve any of it. And I wonder why she avoids me and is crying all the time.”

Dean and Cas looked between each other. Both had to agree with Gabriel there. If he would have cooled his heels and didn't say stupid stuff in your presence then you probably wouldn't have left and they would be safe in the bunker.

“Do you want us to make a response?”

Dean asked casually. Gabriel's eyes flickered up to him.

“No, because I know what you are going to say. I've been a shit excuse for a husband.”

Dean pressed his lips together to keep himself from talking. Gabriel meanwhile, rolled his eyes.

“Go ahead Dean before you explode.”

Dean started all at once…

“Yeah, you kind of are. You're a decent dad though. I'll give you that. You just need to work on that temper that you have suddenly developed before you ruin Joy's impression on what a healthy relationship should be like. I know that I am not one to talk but you're her dad and Y/n is her mom. She watches you two more than you know. Do you really want your daughter thinking about what you have with Y/n is healthy?”

Gabriel shook his head looking down like a child that had been reprimanded by a parent.

“No, it's worse than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

Cas questioned.

“She asked me yesterday if I even loved Y/n at all. Evidently, she heard us having some words and you get the idea. Y/n and I almost....ALMOST had our issues worked out? Like we actually sat down and talked then this. I lost my temper again.”

Dean and Cas exchanged worried winces.

“For what it's worth I like you better as a trickster.”

Dean said with an innocent smile. Gabriel actually smiled at that.

“Yeah, so do I. I guess you can see why I left heaven now. Being an archangel isn't fun.”

All three men instantly stopped talking upon hearing the sound of JoyAnna's feet coming down the stairs.

“Time to end this conversation.”

Cas quickly stated as Joy walked in. She walked to Gabriel and climbed on his lap.

“Daddy, I had the weirdest dream last night.”

Gabriel felt a sense of relief wash over him when Joy said those words. The poor kid thought everything was a dream! That could definitely work in his favor!

“Yeah?”

JoyAnna nodded as she reached out and pushed Gabriel's shirt away from his neck. Gabriel gave Cas, who looked like he could panic, a wink.

“What are you doing, kiddo?”

JoyAnna leaned back giving Gabriel a careful look.

“Oh nothin...just looking for something.”

When she didn't see any wounds on her father's shoulder, Joy slid off of his lap.

“I'm going to go play. It was just a dream. All good.”

Once she was out of the room Dean turned back to Gabriel. The archangel looked satisfied that his little lie had appeased the child.

“Very smooth. That wouldn't have worked if she was older.”

Gabriel shrugged. He stood up and started looking around for his jacket.

“Yeah, well right now I am the best thing since Swiss cheese to her and I can convince her all of that was a nasty dream. She doesn’t know all of the weird injuries that I have had in my life. Can you two keep an eye on her? I just had a truly genius idea.”

Cas shrugged.

“Sure, it isn't like I plan on going anywhere. What are you going to do?”

Gabriel turned with a smile.

“Going to see dear old dad and work my magic.”

Before Dean and Cas could ask further questions the archangel had vanished. Dean turned to Cas with an eye roll.

“Dude, seriously The Bold and the Beautiful has nothing on this place.”

Seconds later, Gabriel stood in the middle of a sparsely decorated office. Chuck sat a few feet away typing away on a computer when he looked up. He was clearly surprised to see his youngest son and the condition that he was in.

“Gabriel, what are you doing here? You look awful!”

Gabriel smirked.

“Jeez thanks dad! I know I don't look up to my normal regal standards but that's what happens when your soulmate bond is literally ripped from you. You get this hollow feeling inside of you and feel like you like one of those 18 wheelers keep running you over.”

Chuck winced. The icy cold expression on Gabriel's face instantly made Chuck regret in letting Amara have her way to fix problems.

“Is there anything that I can do? It's kinda sad seeing you like this. You were always the happiest of my archangels. Now you remind me of your brothers.”

Gabriel laughed coldly.

“Oh you have no idea but yes you can fix mine and Y/n’s bond. You can also lock Amara's ass back up in the wherever. I've lost so much and I'm about to lose Y/n for real. If you love me at all you'll do it. You think that I am miserable now...just wait until I lose the woman I love.” 

Chuck stood giving him that parental look of contempt that being black mailed.

“Gabriel, are you really trying that with me? You haven't tried that since you were young.”

Gabriel smirked.

“I figured screaming and kicking wouldn't do me much good. Although with JoyAnna has shown me some wonderful things that I should have done.”

Chuck smiled.

“Ah those are the bonus I love dad days. Best days in the world....having to go behind you all cleaning up whatever it was you did.”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Nah, it was Lucifer and I cleaning up each other’s mess then listening to Raphael and Michael bitch us out. I don't know where you were unless you wanted me to deliver messages of divine content.”

Chuck looked a little taken back at that. He could clearly see that Gabriel was still hostile with him and there wasn't much that he could do to change that!

“I'll fix your bond. I can see how you much you truly love the nephilim.”

Gabriel's golden eyes narrowed.

“Her name is Y/n! If you are going to talk about her at least call her by name. Do you think she likes being referred to as a half breed?”

Chuck was silent a moment.

“Son, like it or not, half breed is what she is. It seems to me that it is you that is uncomfortable with what your wife is. Y/n seems perfectly fine with it.”

Gabriel meanwhile, was trying to stop himself from exploding.

“You don't know anything about her because you won't give her a chance. You won't get to know her or JoyAnna! Dad, you are so scared of them because you didn't fully create them! I'm perfectly fine with what Y/n is. You don't know what it was like for her growing up as a nephilim. I do.”

Chuck watched his son carefully. In all the millennia that the earth had been around, he never expected to see this amount of seriousness in his youngest archangel. However, here Gabriel stood completely proving him wrong.

“When you get home, your bond will be repaired.”

A couple of hours later, you returned home after a rather eventful morning with Lucifer. After he took you out to breakfast to make sure that he “fed the human” he decided that he wanted to go to IKEA to mess with people. You stood watching him hide in random wardrobes before popping out to scare the shit out of people and the lingerie shopping.

“This is good fun.”

He said with an excited smile earning a baffled expression from you.

“You know Lucifer, I really wasn't expecting all of this. I expected you to be more....evil.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“Well I can be. I can be a royal prick if I want but I can also have a good time. Where do you think Gabe got his skills from? We used to have a really good time.”

Lucifer got a nostalgic expression on his face that made you feel guilty. Part of you was concerned with trusting him. The other part felt guilty. It was painfully obvious that he was missing his little brother and Gabriel wasn't making any effort in helping with that problem.

Walking into the kitchen, Lucifer turned back to you.

“I think I am going to go back out for some drinks maybe after that I will get an epiphany on how to deal with my kid in there.”

You him an apologetic expression.

“Good luck with that. Lucifer thanks for everything today. That really helped get me out of my head. I can talk to Jack if you want?”

Lucifer shook his head.

“Nah, I'll figure it out. I'm the king of darkness after all. If I can't figure this out I may be losing my touch. Later.”

Lucifer vanished with a small wave. You meanwhile, turned and walked up the stairs, it was time to put your genius plan into place...

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The Great Divide - Chapter 8

I thought we were on chapter 7...

gonna try something new w/ these chapters in hopes that maybe they’ll get more notes! i’m gonna make a masterlist here for it tonight hopefully.... so the chapters will be in there along w/ the cover photo creds instead of hyperlinks b/c apparently that has something to do with it being searched.......... so whatever :-)

Previously: “I think you’re special, too, Riley.” Lidia leaned forward and used a tattered rag to comfortingly wipe away her tears. “And I don’t think that this is the end of your story. You just need to have hope. You can’t give up on Daryl.”

Rick knew Daryl well enough to always stay one step ahead of him.

And it was a good thing that he did, because the second that Warner decided to stop talking and instead offered a sly smile at the mention of Riley’s name, Daryl lunged at him.

Michonne immediately went to step in but Rick had already been anticipating it, though that didn’t make it much easier for him for control the man thrashing in his arms, trying his best to prevent him from reaching the stranger that sat in the corner before them helplessly.

It didn’t taken much to get Daryl to snap — it never had, especially when it came to Riley. But Warner obviously knew something; it was written all over his face. But he’d been scared when he’d woken up, bound and confused surrounded by three strangers after getting attacked by Daryl once already. If he didn’t learn to control his anger, Rick was worried he might just murder him — accidentally or otherwise — and that would leave them back at square one: absolutely clueless.

Riley had scolded him several times about losing his temper so violently, though she wasn’t any better at controlling her own. And he usually listened to her when she warned him, but she wasn’t here right now to stop him, and it was all because of the bastard in front of him.

“He knows somethin’, Rick!” Daryl growled, still trying half heartedly to escape from his friends grip. He was like a rabid wolf, snarling and gnashing his teeth in anger. “I’m gonna tear that smug look right off that fucker’s face!”

“How do you expect him to tell us what he knows if you break his jaw?” Rick responded firmly, losing his patience due to already having explained it earlier. He didn’t blame Daryl, though; the situation was infuriating in and of itself and the fact that they had a potential goldmine of information about Riley’s disappearance that sat in front of them refusing to speak only made it that much harder to retain his composure.

He was a cop. He’d done this a hundred times, if not more. Everybody had a breaking point... it was just a matter of finding it.

“Listen to me,” Rick sidestepped into Daryl’s point of view and made him focus, the snarl on his face not disappearing from his features and his blazing eyes not softening. “Guys like this, they all have a trigger — all of ‘em. We’ll get him to crack. Trust me. And gettin’ them to crack, well...” he threw a glance over his shoulder at Warner who hadn’t yet moved. “That’s the fun part.”

After a long moment of consideration Daryl finally nodded stiffly, clearly not thrilled or impressed with the lecture but stopping himself regardless. He hoped for Rick’s sake that the process of getting Warner to break was as fun as he said it would be. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be very long until he truly couldn’t stop himself and just completely lost it and they would be left with nothing once again, and it would be all his fault.

So they gagged him again, making sure it was tight enough to silence him but not too tight as to suffocate him, and waiting for the others to show up.

Warner sat quietly when they finally did Michonne wasn’t positive he noticed even when she turned around and closed the curtain in front of her.

“Rick, they’re here.”

He peered through the sheer fabric secretively, observing the crew that had slowly begun to show up one by one at the intersection at the end of the road. And sure enough, the black vehicles with a mysterious symbol painted on the side had arrived and parked in formation, waiting patiently for their friend to return with an innocent victim.

“That’s the same thing painted on what’s-his-names hoodie,” Daryl observed, peering over Rick’s shoulder at the crowd beneath him. “S’gotta be them, Rick. They know where Riley is.”

“That also means Warner really is with them.”

Daryl has already figured that, wanting to believe it was true regardless of whether or not it really was. It gave him something to latch onto, giving him a small spark of hope that he might actually see his girl again. 

“So, he really does know something... so, he belongs to us now.”

Daryl and Michonne were both surprised at the tone of Rick’s voice: dark and sinister, his anger bubbling to the surface as his adrenaline kicked in at the confirmation. He was seconds away from knocking Warner unconscious himself then, making his way over to him to tighten the gag around his mouth in an effort to reassure that he wouldn’t try to make any noise while his friends stood there waiting, watching on curiously. Rick didn’t even care at that point — he was sure they would leave after they decided that Warner was dead or gone... it was just the type of people that they were.

He also had a solid feeling now that Warner was aware of the whole situation, if he wasn't entirely responsible himself. But when he watched the group outside disperse for a short minute, hardly attempting to look for their teammate beyond the hotel building he observed them from, they returned to their vans and gave up. Just like that.

Now confident, Rick took it upon himself to release the built up anger he’d had to bury all morning by swinging at the stranger they had tied up, his fist colliding with his jaw loudly, sending him down to the rough carpet of the hotel room floor unconscious.

Daryl couldn’t help but smirk.

After the time they’d locked Jesus in the cell only for him manage to sneak his way out, they’d fool-proofed it, and Warner sat silently in the corner. He’d remained silent the entire trip home and, as frustrated and angry as Daryl was, he’d made an effort not to show it, knowing it would only encourage Warner’s smug silence.

And though it was driving him mad he took it as a good sign — a sign that he knew something.

And something was better than nothing, which is where he still currently stood.

“There’s lotsa ways to make people talk,” Rick said to the crew of five that sat before him at the long oak dining table in their makeshift city hall. “And not all of them need to involve violence.”

“I don’t want any use of violence,” Deanna said pointedly from her spot at the head of the table, arms crossed. Rick elected to have her there overseeing their meeting and give input on the thoughts and opinions, considering her position in the community. Her input mattered to him and his leadership mattered to her; he’d made it very clear he had only good intentions for the people of Alexandria... and they needed Rick’s guidance.

“That might be the only way to get him to talk,” Michonne argued.

But Deanna wouldn’t budge. “No — that is not what Alexandria is about.”

“Ya don’t get to choose what yer about anymore,” Daryl barked at her after having tried to keep his mouth shut in the matter. The whole process was infuriating him; his natural instincts were yelling at him to run outside of the gate and not stop until he found her. He paced back and forth in the hall, anxious and growing angrier with each passing minute.  “Not in this world. Dude ain’t gonna just offer up what he knows just ‘cause we pinky-promise to let ‘em go free.”

“Daryl’s right,” Michonne agreed, staring intently at Deanna across the table. She was just as angry as anybody about the whole situation it seemed, leaning more towards Daryl in way of support, knowing confidently that Warner wouldn’t budge unless they made him. “People are selfish, now more than ever. If you want Alexandria to survive, you need to learn how to handle yourselves other ways besides sitting around a table to chit-chat with somebody who wants everything that you have and doesn’t give a damn if he has to kill you to take it.”

Deanna only frowned. “There are other ways to communicate with people without hurting them. We aren’t animals — we are civil!”

“Ya know what? Yer right.” Daryl’s voice had risen and he was spitting venom in his words, obviously fed up with her stubbornness and unwillingness to negotiate with them. “S’a big waste of time, Rick. Do you think we should bake ‘em a tray of cookies or somethin’ instead? That might help.”

“Daryl...”

“Nah, nah, she’s gotta point!” He stopped and slammed his empty chair into the table, rounding the group as they sat quietly in front of him. “Or maybe we can just hug it outta him.”

Deanna, who sat clearly unamused at Daryl’s sarcasm, followed him with her eyes as he begun his pacing, trying to suppress his growing fury.

“That is not what I meant. You’re being ridiculous.”

He whipped around and stepped toward her, eyes narrowed, arm swinging. “I’m bein’ ridiculous? Did ya even look at the son of a bitch? We have no idea what he’s capable of, and there’s lots more of ‘em! And say we do let ‘em go after he caves; you didn’t see those bastards lined up at the end of the street with their rifles n’ armor n’ shit, lady. They ain’t fuckin’ friendly, and the lil’ asshole is just gonna run back home, tell ‘em all about Alexandria and ‘what yer about’, n’ then they’ll be knockin’ on the door the next day and I’m pretty sure they ain’t gonna sit around holdin’ our hands n’ singin’ Kum By Yah, all worried about ‘bein’ civil’.”

Daryl was fuming and Rick straightened up, again finding himself anticipating the tantrum his friend was going throwing, regardless of how correct his points were. He watched as Daryl continued to walk briskly back and forth, a scowl on his face, noticeably trying to maintain a level head and utterly failing. “Ya think that someone who literally steals people gives a shit about your god damn morals? I’d bet he don’t!”

Rick stayed silent, having been persuaded by Daryl’s outburst, but was still looking at Deanna and waiting for her response knowing she couldn’t argue.

But still, she only sighed. “Daryl...”

“If y’all are just gonna sit at this table n’ pray for her, to hell with ya. I ain’t gonna wait around for him to spill his guts n’ if y’all don’t let me beat it outta him, then I’m gonna go find her my damn self.”

And with that, he stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy door loudly behind him.

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Crog Eva AU- Reveal aftermath

Just another Crog Eva ficlet, directly follows Reveals and races

The entire of the stadium was struck silent at the sight of the young human?Crog? Hugging the feared General Kross who was rubbing her head looking down at her with an expression was fond it was an unbelievable sight.

Everyone jolted backwards as Colonel Toros, stood up glaring at the pair shaking with rage “Kross how dare you”

The other Crogs expression changed from fond to murderous in a heartbeat as he glared at the other “How dare I? How dare you Toros!” he kept his hand on the girls head as the other pointed accusingly at the Colonel “you are the one who went against the Imperium and betrayed your orders”

“I WAS DOING WHAT WAS BEST FOR THE IMPERIUM THAT HUMAN SHOULD NOT BE RACING FOR THE CROGS!” H screamed only to be cut off when the General charged him hand on his throat the air around them colder than ice

“Vea is not human, she is my daughter, she is the heir to the tribes of the western hordes and the northern borders, the one bond by blood to inherit that position and she is the pilot chosen by the Imperium and my your own brother to represent us in this tournament” his voice was calm and cold as ice but each word pieced like daggers he let go turning around as his cape snapped the ground “she is also the one who just beat you, in a challenge of blood” he looked over “and the entire Imperium know about it”

The entire stadium watched Toros’s eyes widen as Kross held out a communicator that was still on, before tossing in on the ground near Toros’s feet “Goodbye Colonel” he sneered out his title turning his back to the other and waling past the girl

She smiled at him face flush slightly they watched her turn to see the earth team standing in the side lines giving them a small nod to them as  Kross called out “Vea let’s go” the girl smiled calling out “Coming dad” as she moved to catch up to the retreating Crog.

 No one moved for a while after that, until Toros snatched the communicator up and quickly retreated away. It was only after that the stadium exploded in cries and conversations.

  Aikka is glad his race has been pushed back, apparently all of Alwas needs time to recover from this revelation.

Aikka certainly does.

Vea is the Crog pilot…she’s a human and let she flies or the Crog’s

She’s General Kross’s daughter, the feared general who is set to lead the Earth invasion, has a human daughter?

And that daughter is Vea!

Vea.

He remembers her throwing Groor out the window in the bar.

Her talking to G’dar smiling brightly

Her looking back at him teasing smirk while dripping with rain

Her warmly smiling at him in the sun as he practices shooting

“you don’t recognise me?”

“If we get placed against each other I promise I won’t use my weapons on you just so you know, I wasn’t going to anyway I mean were allies right”

“were allies”

He remembers the alley his vision going black, the smaller Crog no VEA! Vea screaming at Toros threatening Toros, his head in Vea’s lap as she whispered

“Aikka please wake up your going to be ok I promise”

“oh Kramm how long has he”

“that monster”

“don’t worry I’ll tell the Imperuim he wasn’t meant to be doing this”

“Aikka I swear he’ll pay for this”

“Please open your eyes”

“Aikka please”

The desperate voice pleading for him to be ok, how had he not seen it before how had he

“YOUR ALL MONSTERS ALL EVIL JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME”

…oh

“…I understand I I’m sorry”

Oh no

Realisation hits him

Vea avoiding him after that day, running away when she saw him

She’d been doing what he asked

 He was so blind

 But..she’s a Crog, she races for them and declares she is one with pride, how can she proud of this Crogs are evil how…how can she be a Crog Vea isn’t evil…but the Crogs are

“don’t worry I’ll tell the Imperuim he wasn’t meant to be doing this”

Wait…

“don’t worry I’ll tell the Imperuim he wasn’t meant to be doing this”

Hold on what had she…

He frowns mind reeling as he truly thinks about those words, the horror in her voice and

“were allies”

It hadn’t been taunting or cruel, it had been genuine…it was he still missing something

“don’t worry I’ll tell the Imperuim he wasn’t meant to be doing this”

“were allies”

He frowns and clenches his hands, there is something here he’s missing

This time he’ll find out what it is

He’s going to beat Spirit and go to the finals, with Vea

“were allies”

He doesn’t know if the Crogs are his allies but Vea is, and as soon as he’s won this race he’s going to talk to her

He doesn’t trust the Crogs

But he does trust Vea

  Rick knew it…ok he hadn’t been completely sure before today but he’d been 99% sure

That 1% had been because that damn mask and visor combo is a damn good disguise.

Honestly after all the shocks worn off he’s just glad the kids alive.

She damn near gave him a heart attack after they got told ‘oh yeah kid just accepted a race to the god damn DEATH!!’

Honestly he doesn’t know much about Crogs but that big old dad of hers better let her know how STUPID that was

Damn her Dad is scary

That guy looked the picture of terrifying alien invaders all over history text books about the initial attack, even more so than Toros.

…Even though no pictures showed them ruffling a kids hair or trying to beat the fuck out of someone for insulting their kid…because apparently human’s an insult

Rude but whatever

It had been so satisfying to watch that arrogant ass he knocked down and chewed out

…though…he lost so that means

Rick frowns at that, Toros may already be dead

Then again he’d won he would have probably killed the kid right there

Hell he tried to after he lost

 Speaking off what a win, he’d been so sure the kid was going to crash

He’s impressed

Like really impressed

It’s one thing to fly your own ship like that

But one you’ve never flown before

Well it’s clear why she was their pilot.

…he is not looking forward to racing against her again as enemies

Though, another one on one would be fun…as long as she doesn’t destroy the arrow again.

 Speaking off Koji and Stan seem torn between freaking out over the fact kids human, that she rewired some of their ship..and that she managed to increase power to their booster…he should keep an eye on them because they may try to off to interrogate her…not a good idea if that dad of hers is there

Or even with just her

He still remembers her throwing Groor out the window; you do not want to piss the kid off

(and after seeming her dad oh yeah that makes a lot of sense he’s pretty sure you’d have to be suicidal to try and fuck with those 2 or any other immediate family)

He glanced down at the rest of the earth team below near the ship, all fresking out to various degrees.

Jordan seems to not be able to process the fact the kid was the Crog pilot, most likely because after that day in the bar the kid had very clearly been crushing on the girl (it was painful to watch) the kid had just stared blankly and turned away,  she seemed to be the same every other time after to…whci made a lot of sense since Jordan was super rude and insulting to the Crog pilot every time he’d seen them…watching him put the pieces together and look mortified was a little hilarious.

Don Wei seemed shocked to, though it was just making him angrier, oh wonderful he hadn’t even thought he could get worse. He kept hearing yells of traitor and that it was clearly a Crog trick.

Hell Don had gone off on him as soon as he came in for letting the kid race using their ship, yeah because he could race one handed, he was good but not that good seriously Don. He’d finally shut him up by pointing out if he hadn’t let the kid race Toros would have killed her then and there and they won so shut up!

Rick just shakes his head hearing Don still ranting about how the kid obviously isn’t human because what human would help the Crogs?

Probably one who has one as a dad.

Rick just leans back waiting till he can head off and watch the final race, he really hopes the prince wins…he really wants to challenge the kid to a rematch race.

Though with the addendum no destroying ships

After all he’s got to show the kid not to underestimate him.

  “Your sure your ok?” Kross asks again as they sit in their hanger as he gives her another once over

Vea just smiles up at him “I’m fine dad really” before hugging him again “I’m just glad you’re here”

Kross finally allowed himself to relax just slightly “after no contact from you for a few days we got worried your uncles contacted the Imperium and I came to investigate” to trailed off frowning “I should have come sooner”

Vea shook her head “if I hadn’t challenged him first he’d still lay claim to the position even with you here…I think this was the best thing that could have happened”

Kross  ruffled her hair lightly “what happened after communication cut off” he felt his daughter stiffen slightly “Vea” he prompted

She moved back slightly tugging at her gloves “he broke the communication devices after…I caught him threatening Prince Aikka” she trailed off looking sad for a moment as she says the princes name Kross frowned because there was something there but before he could question it she powered through “after that he sabotaged my trident and took his own to race against Rush…the racer from Byrus” Vea glanced to the side

Kross frowned “of course…let me guess he used unnecessary force and cheap tactics just like the invasion”

Vea nodded “I tried to get into contact with you…but because all the Imperium and personal codes are private and change so regularly I couldn’t get through…” she looked awkwardly “so…when I relaised this was the last race and I knew if he won it he;d of course go to finales himself I relsied I had to challenge him” she stared up at him “I know I helped the earth team but this was my only shot…and after he made it a blood challenge I really couldn’t do anything else”

Vea looked down fiddling with her gloves, and Kross shook his head she was worried the Crogs would think she was loyal to earth now? Please after what Toros had pulled they were nearly all behind Vea unanimously…accept some of Toros’s lackeys that he’s sure he’ll weed out soon enough.

He kneels down hugging her close “you did well Vea, I am proud of you”

He feels the tension drain from her body as she hugs back

His little warrior, she managed to beat the ‘unbeatable’ Toros and will be going to the finales of the grat race

How could he not be proud of his daughter?

He pulls back and stands up ruffling her hair

Before remembering one loose thread “Although” he looks at Vea “now about the Nourasian prince?”

At the mention of the prince he watches his Childs expression turn sad and…her cheeks flush lightly as if

   OH KRAMM NO!

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Not Like This

Imagine Daryl dying before you can tell him how you feel.

A/N: Listen, let’s not avoid the fact that The Walking Dead will kill off anyone they feel like. Unlike the Supernatural world, we can’t just wait for our favorite characters to walk through that door like nothing ever happened. THAT BEING SAID, I am a firm believer that eventually, Daryl Dixon will die. (This will most likely be the end of the show as we all would go literally insane so… Here’s a little preparation for you.

Summary: I don’t think you need this.

Warnings: Angst & Major character death. Plus cussing.

Words: 1,730

The day started off as any other. You woke up, got dressed, and waited at the spot where you met him. The two of you were going out to search for what was left for supplies and to hunt.

You weren’t like Daryl when it came to hunting. By saying that, you weren’t as proficient in the matter. Daryl had years, no, his whole life to learn everything. While you only had a few months. You were the amateur while he was the expert.

Admiration filled you as he taught you. From teaching how to use the crossbow to teaching you how to track. You were still rough around the edges when it came to tracking. The crossbow was a little hard to use. Especially since you could never reload it quick enough. Thanks to Daryl though, you had your own favorite weapon that was found in an old hunting cabin. One that was useful with walkers and animals. It took a lot of practice but with each passing day, you became better and better.

“Y/N.” You heard a well-known voice as you looked up from the motorcycle you stared at. Your bow was strapped to the quiver on your back along with your small selection of arrows. “Ya ready?”

You nodded as you looked into his eyes. They were as blue as the sky and they almost made you melt when you looked into them. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” You sat on the bike before Daryl planted the crossbow behind you. After he was on the bike, your hands held onto his his waist his scent hitting you. It made you close your eyes as you imagined what it would be like to be held in his arms, if he even felt the same for you as you felt for him.

As the motorcycle began to move, you began to daydream about what could be. You loved the idea of being together. Even if the two of you didn’t hold a conversation every moment of every day. The light and even the rough kisses the two of you could share. His calloused hands holding you, never wanting to let go.

It was an understatement to say you liked him, because you loved him. Although it felt like a one-sided love to you.

You ended up resting your forehead against his back as the trip went on. The two of you rode for what felt like an hour before Daryl turned off on a faint trail that was overgrown. He brought you back to a small cabin about two miles in and turned off the bike. You let go and looked around.

“We’re stayin’ here for the night. We’ll hunt here and shoot back tomorrow.” Daryl wanted to get as much as possible and you could tell that was so. There were so many mouths to feed and too little food.

“Where are we?” You asked as you pulled yourself from the bike.

Daryl just glanced at you as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “The cabin I told ya about. Same one I found that.” He held the cigarette between his lips and nodded to the bow behind your back. “We’ll head out in a bit.” He said before looking away and walking into the cabin.

Something was off about Daryl that day. You couldn’t tell what. There was no use in trying to read him as you already knew you would get nothing from him. That was one thing that irritated you about him, he was a man who tried to hide mostly everything he feels. ‘Learn to love the faults of the person you love.’ That was something your aunt had always told you. They were words you lived by, especially when it came to Daryl. You even loved his hot-headedness when you became so damn stubborn. Even when the two of you butted heads. These were things that you made yourself believe you couldn’t tell him, out of fear.

You sighed and looked down at your feet with a sigh. You walked into the cabin and you saw him pacing around the living room of the cabin. “You alright?” The sound of your voice made Daryl stop and he nodded.

“I’m just fine. Let’s head out.”

-----

Later that day, the two of you were resting. Daryl had a decent amount of game. He planned on taking care of what he had killed back at the cabin. The night was beginning to fall, so it was best to get back. Before you knew it, your rest was over and Daryl was helping you up from off the ground. The day was peaceful. Calm. Warm. Perfect. Too perfect.

That’s when you heard the sound of a gun cocking behind you. You and Daryl immediately froze. “Put your weapons down on the ground.” Daryl’s eyes darted over to you and he dropped the crossbow. You followed with your bow. “Turn around.” The voice was deep and very commanding. Listening, you turned around cautiously, and so did Daryl.

There were 3 people. A man, a woman, and a teen boy. They looked like a family. “Look, we don’t want trouble. We’re just leaving.” You said softly. The man shook his head.

“Give us your shit. All of it.” Your eyes glanced at the woman behind the man. She didn’t look very nice. She looked rather, mean. The young teen just looked like he didn’t want to be there. Fear for the couple was written on his face as he gripped the gun to his side tightly. They didn’t look like a family at all. Just a small group of survivors trying to round up supplies. Daryl wasn’t having it though.

“How ‘bout no?” His blue eyes stared at the man as the occasionally glanced at you. The man didn’t like how he said no. He was swift though, as he was quickly behind you with a gun to your head and his arm around your neck.

“Do it or else I’ll put a bullet through her brain.” You shook your head as Daryl growled. He let go of the game in his hand and stepped forward, only causing the man to press the barrel of the barrel of the gun against the side of your head. Daryl was almost frozen in place. He didn’t know what these people were capable of. He didn’t know if they would continue to try and hurt the two of you even after giving them food.

His hand inched to the gun on his side. Seconds began to feel like hours and just as Daryl was pulling out his gun to shoot the man who manhandled you, the sound of a gunshot rang in your ears. Your face became pale as you saw the scene unfolding before you, tears began to well up in your brown eyes as you watched his blue ones. That teenager had shot Daryl right in the heart.

“No!” You bit the man's arm hard, causing him to let go. You quickly made your way over to Daryl who had collapsed onto the ground. “Daryl? Daryl stay with me!” You were freaking because you were not prepared for it. You knew he would die but not like that. He couldn’t. Your hands held his face as he groaned. Your hands were putting pressure on the wound in his chest. His hand lifted to weakly touch your face.

“I-” He was cut off by a shudder of pain that went through his body. “Y/N... I lo..” His words were cut short as his body went limp. The tears that fell, came down hard. You almost didn’t notice the three come up and start taking the stuff. When you heard his crossbow being lifted, something snapped in you. You quickly grabbed Daryl’s gun and with absolutely no hesitation you looked up and shot all three of the strangers in the head.

Anger, sorrow, dread... So many feelings welled up inside your body as you pressed your forehead against his. You held the gun in your hand as you thought about doing one of the hardest things in your life. Realization hit you though soon enough. It had to be done. It’s what he would have wanted. Tears fell as you placed the gun against the side of his head. The sound of the gun and the ringing in your ears was all you could recall.

-----

Two days later you sat outside of the home in Alexandria. Daryl’s crossbow in hand as you tried to load it. The struggling made you angrier with every attempt to pull back the cord. It was so hard and you got so angry you tossed it off the porch, into the grass. You heard footsteps and someone stopped in front of you. It was Rick. His eyes were red from just losing his brother, and his voice cracked slightly as he spoke. “I know you don’t want to speak but... We found this on him when we brought him back here. It’s for you.” He set something down on the porch and walked off.

After a bit of thinking, you looked at what Rick had brought you. You picked it up and unfolded it not expecting something to fall out. It was a Polaroid. One Carl took of you with Daryl on his bike. Tears started to well up but you fought them back the best you could until you read what was on the paper.

“Y/N, I’m shit with saying what I feel, this might be easier. I love you. This was the day I realized it. Sorry, this is all I have. You get the picture.” Your breath hitched in your throat. He did feel the same way after all but yet... You never told him how you felt. Regret began to rise as you cried. You cried for the man you loved as you held the picture to your chest. Then suddenly you got up to grab the crossbow, to bring it inside. You took it and set it up on the mantle with the polaroid leaning on it, and the short letter still in your hands.

It was too late to tell him you loved him, but you still said it with the hope that wherever he was, he would hear it. “I love you too, Daryl Dixon.”

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Sawney - Part 28

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They had a visitor.

Much to Desa’s dismay, Gregory was waiting for them. His suit was pressed and unwrinkled, although his formal outfit didn’t distract from the obvious air of nervousness around him. He was escorted by Regina, who looked just as unhappy.

“He wants to speak to you,” Regina said. Negan bypassed him, Desa in tow.

“Get him and room or some shit. I’m too tired to fucking deal with this shit right now.”

Shooting one last glance back at Gregory, and ignoring his pleas, Desa followed Negan up the stairs while Simon wrapped an arm around Gregory, seemingly happy that the older man had arrived. Desa wasn’t going to question it — Gregory and the Hilltop were Simon’s responsibilities. She was under no real obligation to care, no matter how much Gregory’s presence irked her.

“Do we have an particular plan?”

“Fight,” Negan replied simply. He shut the door to his room, running fingers through his disheveled hair. After pacing for a bit, he said, “Listen, I’m giving you a fucking job. A fucking big one.”

Desa stiffened, but said nothing.

“The people here — the fucking workers, the other Saviors, they trust you. They know what you’re capable of, where the fuck you came from,” Negan cradled Desa’s head between his palms, sighing. “From here on out, you’re my fucking right hand.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Negan smirked. “Simon isn’t going anywhere. Once all this shit blows over, he’ll still be in charge of the Hilltop. But you’ll be the person I go to.”

“I’ve never been promoted before,” Desa licked her lips. She peered over Negan’s shoulder, eyeing the bathroom. Making a faux noise of disgust and wrinkling her nose, she said, “You need a shower.”

“Really? That’s what you say after I’ve fucking promoted you?”

Once again, Desa stood on her tip toes so she could lightly bite Negan’s ear. One hand palmed his crotch and she murmured, “I’ll thank you in the shower.”

“Oh, oh,” Negan snorted. “Fucking right. I get you, now.”

Desa ducked beneath his arm, darting into the bathroom and stripping before Negan could even get his hands on her. She turned the shower knob, yelping when cold water struck her skin. It only took a few moments for it to heat up, and she raised her arms over her head, stretching sore limbs. She chuckled when she felt Negan’s arms wrap around her, his lips latching onto her neck, his hard length pressed against her back. The dirt and grime washed from their bodies, disappearing down the drain.

Turning, Desa murmured, “Thank you.”

“I know you can get that shit done better than anyone else,” Negan said. His breath hitched when Desa brushed her knuckles across his dick, eyes traveling downwards as Desa kissed from his jaw to his neck, down his chest and past his navel.

Desa’s slick hand wrapped around his cock, thumb swirling over the swollen head. She nipped on his lower lip, kissing him once more before sliding to her knees. The warm water was a stark contrast to the cool tile against her skin. She could smell the faintest hint of body wash as she gently wrapped her tongue around him.

His hand immediately went to tangle in her hair. The thunder of the shower wasn’t loud enough to mask Negan’s grunt. Desa closed her eyes in an attempt to keep out unwanted water, increasing her pace, bobbing her head until the muscles in her neck began to strain. She was attempting to ease him deeper and deeper into her mouth, unused to the feel of him against her tongue. She braced her hands against his trembling thighs, pushing her head forward, resisting the urge to gaga. Her nose brushed against the coarse hairs at the base of his dick, and she stopped.

“Holy fuck.”

Desa pulled her head back, going slowly, lightly scraping her teeth against the skin. She sucked on the head before repeating the movement. In a matter of minutes Negan was a shaking, cursing mess. He came, grunting, watching with wide eyes as Desa swallowed it all.

Negan looked as if he were about to faint. Desa couldn’t help but laugh, standing  and fetching the bottle of body wash from the shower floor.

When they finished, Desa climbed into bed, nude, resting her head against the pillow and groaning.

“I don’t want to have to fucking deal with Gregory,” Negan said angrily. Desa saw him stop next to the bed, yanking on a pair of boxers before drying his hair roughly with his towel. “Can I just fucking kill him…get this shit over with.”

“Tomorrow. We’ll talk with him tomorrow. He probably has something important to say.”

“Doubt it,” Negan hopped into bed. “Tomorrow. I’ll deal with his stupid ass tomorrow,” He lightly slapped Desa’s rear, adding cheekily, “Goddamn you have such a cute, perky little ass.”

“I’ve never had anyone compliment my butt before.”

“Have you ever tried anal?”

Desa lifted her head, and her expression must have been humorous, for Negan burst out laughing. She said, “Could you have possibly been more blunt?”

“I was just fucking curious. Would you rather me beg?”

“Maybe.”

“Please can I stick it in your ass?” Negan massaged her rear with the palm of his hand, cooing. “Please, baby? Can we try it just once?”

“I have no words,” Desa buried her face in her pillow. “You are something else.”

“I have plenty of lube.”

Desa slapped Negan’s chest, groaning, “Maybe one day. I’m too sore right now.”

“Killjoy,” Negan murmured. Nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around Desa, kissing her damp head before flickering off the lights.

“You need to tell him,” Drake exclaimed, pushing off from the wall. “Desa, we could take those bombs, and we could end this. Today.”

“Torching an entire community for one man,” Desa replied. She placed a hand on Drake shoulder, before quickly pulling away when he hissed in pain. She could see a sliver of his bandage poking out from beneath his shirt. Visions of what Father had done hit her, and for a moment, she was rendered speechless.

“Yeah. Torch an entire community for one man, save our people in the process.”

“They have kids there,” Desa snapped.

“We have kids here,” Drake growled. “We have something in our arsenal that no one else has. You said you were saving those bombs for desperate times, right? These are desperate times.”

“It’s not desperate enough. Drake,” Desa stepped closer, steadying her breathing. “Trust me on this.”

“Don’t do something that will get us all killed, please” Drake brushed past her, and Desa sighed. The Negan, Simon, Eugene, Dwight, Regina and Gregory were seated on the other side of the door. Steeling herself, Desa opened it and, without saying a word, went and sat in the empty seat next to Negan. The entire time, Simon was watching her — his lips were pressed into a thin line, and he seemed to be feinting disinterest, although Desa could see something else swirling behind his dark eyes. Eugene was stoic and Regina sat, posture rigid, muscular arms crossed over her chest.  

Negan met her gaze, nodding subtly. Lucille was resting against his shoulder, and he snaked his free hand beneath the table to squeeze Desa’s thigh.

Desa resisted the urge to roll her eyes when Gregory began speaking.

“I’m, uh, grateful that you’re taking the time to hear me out. Especially considering the circumstances,” Gregory laced his hands together, eyes scanning the table. “As you may now, Rick and his gang of crusaders have brainwashed my people. We were farmers — not soldiers. They still listen to me. They still trust me. I think I can top this before it even starts.” 

“But…I thought the widow was in charge?” Negan raised his eyebrows. “I mean, she was the one who led your people to Alexandria. You didn’t know about all that shit, right, Gregory?” 

“It was out of my control…by the time I realized what was wrong, they’d already gone…”

Liar.

Desa said nothing. She could practically smell the cowardice seeping from Gregory’s pores, and it made her sick.

Gregory noticed Desa unwavering stare, stammering, “I can talk my people down.”

“They’re still your fucking people, right?”

“I own the Hilltop,” Gregory stressed, straightening up. “Those people are mine. They’ll listen to me.”

“If things don’t work out, there’s always option number two,” Simon shrugged, head lolling to the side as he looked back and forth between Negan and Desa. “I take some guys in, clear out the whole place, quick. Kill everyone inside—”

Gregory choked on his water.

“—unfortunate, but necessary,” Simon beamed, his face falling when Desa shot him a look of utter disgust, mirroring Negan’s.

“Hey, genius,” Desa barked. “Hilltop is a farming community. They can’t farm if everyone is dead.”

Simon’s fingers curled into fist. Negan’s words were louder, angrier. “People are foundation of what we’re trying to build here. People are resources. Get that shit through your thick fucking skull, Simon.”

“I was just taking precautions—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Negan waved Lucille, huffing. His eyes drifted towards the window, and in a low voice, he said, “What the hell…?”

Simulated, rhythmic gunfire sounded from outside. Desa jumped to her feet, and the others followed. Gregory tried hanging back, but Simon grasped his arm and hauled him forward.

“Showtime, Gregory,” Negan sneered. “Work your fucking magic.”

“Is it them?”

“Rick the prick and his group of hillbilly warriors,” Negan wrinkled his nose, peeking through the blinds. Gesturing to the door that led to the balcony, he said, “Alright. Let’s go fucking deal with this shit — Desa, I want you up top with a rifle. Now.”

Desa nodded. She headed to the armory, yanking one of the sniper rifles from its rack before bounding up the stairs and into an empty room. She rolled up the blinds before sliding the window open. Just beyond the fence, a cluster of nearly a dozen cars were parked. Crouched behind each were Rick’s people — Alexandrian’s, some members of the Kingdom and the Hilltop. All armed. It clearly wasn’t an impromptu attack — they had a plan.

Father was with them. He hung back, but she could see the side of his bandaged face. Her lips twisted into a grimace, and as glanced through the scope, she spotted Rick peering from behind cover. From her angle, she didn’t have a clear shot, unless he shifted just a few feet to the left…

Not that Desa would fire, anyway. Not without Negan’s approval.

Rick’s word were loud, and they carried. Even from three floors above where Negan and the others were standing, Desa could hear clearly.

“If you surrender, right here, right now, you’ll live. All of you — except for one.”

Negan.

“I know you people,” Rick continued. “Gavin. Dwight. Simon. Eugene—”

“Regina.”

Regina’s voice was just as loud, and just as powerful. Desa smirked.

“—right,” Rick shouted. His eyes travelled up, before he extended an arm and pointed straight at Desa. “And Desa. I see you.”

Desa bared her teeth at Rick, and even though she knew Rick wouldn’t hear, she growled.

“I’m giving you a chance to end this before it even starts.”

“So am I,” Negan said. Desa couldn’t see, but she heard shuffling and assumed Gregory had been yanked from the corner. The look on Rick’s face confirmed her suspicions — his face fell, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Any members of the Hilltop that participates in this crusade will be kicked from the community,” Gregory exclaimed. To Desa’s surprise, his voice didn’t waver. “Turn around and go home. The Hilltop stands with Negan and the Saviors.”

“The Hilltop stands with Maggie!” A voice shouted. Desa rolled her eyes and sighed, peering through her scope once more.

Not a single person budged. There was some hesitation, some looks of worry, but everyone stood their ground.

Silence. Below, Desa heard Simon’s strong voice, followed by the sound of a body tumbling down the stairs.

“My offer still stands,” Rick shouted.

“Your offer ain’t shit,” Negan replied. “Your people are going to fucking die, Rick. Just like last time. All because you felt the urge to play ‘my dick is bigger than yours.”

Rick raised his hand, nodding at Negan’s words. In a raspy voice, he shouted, “I’m giving you one last chance — don’t make me count! Three! Two!”

“Go fuck yourself, Rick—”

Rick unloaded a barrage of gunfire that shattered glass. Desa ducked, before angrily grasping her gun and staring through the scope. She squeezed the trigger, and her bullet destroyed the side mirror of the car Rick was using for cover. He fell back, eyes frantically looking for where the bullet had come from.

He pointed, and shouted something. Desa yanked her head away from the window, covering her face with her hands as bullets sailed into the room, destroying the glass and peppering the walls with holes. Sticking to the corners, Desa kept her head down and threw herself from the room, using her foot to slam the door shut.

Slinging the rifle over her shoulder, she sprinted down the hallway. From within the walls of the Sanctuary, the constant gunfire sounded like a rhythmic, distant drum.

She nearly ran head first into Sherry. Without thinking, Desa pushed the woman to the side and shouted, “Get back inside the parlor!”

“What’s going on—”

“Now!”

Sherry didn’t argue.

Desa made her way to the ground floor, frantically searching for any sign of Negan. The workers had disappeared into the higher levels, leaving the place empty. Her boots crunched against broken glass, and she stopped next to the double doors leading outside.

She could see Rick, crouched behind cover, still firing. Again, no sign of Negan — Desa wasn’t ready to fear the worst.

Only one person has to die.

He’s not dead. If he were dead, Rick and his people would stop attacking—

Shit.

Desa pushed through the double doors, gun raised. Before she could fire a shot, a tremendous explosion rattled the entire Sanctuary, filling Desa’s line of sight with a blinding, white burst of light. The concussive force of the blast knocked her off her feet, fire singing her skin. She landed, hard, against the concrete.

She could barely hear the gunfire. Just a high-pitched, ringing noise in her ears. She extended an arm, grasping her gun from where it had fallen, before pulling herself back inside and shutting the door behind her.

“Desa!”

It was Regina. She slid to a stop, holstering her gun before hoisting Desa to her feet. Regina kept an arm around Desa, helping her hobble up the stairs to the higher levels. The gunfire had slowed to a crawl, just a few shots being exchanged, now.

“Where’s Negan?”

“Not sure,” Regina answered. Desa made an attempt to turn back, but Regina’s strong grip stopped her. “Desa! The courtyard is filled with biters—there’s no way you’d be able to go out there and look for him without getting yourself killed—”

“Let go of me—”

Regina was stronger, and Desa was dazed, still wobbling from the explosion. Regina shoved her, hard, against the wall, holding her steady by the shoulders.

Baring her teeth, Regina yelled, “You cannot and will not go out there! You’re no use to anyone if you’re dead, do you understand?”

When Desa didn’t reply, Regina shook her.

“Desa! Do you understand!”

“I understand,” Desa stammered. She glanced back towards the stairs, rubbing her eyes before saying, “Is everyone else inside?”

“Simon, Dwight, Eugene,” Regina said. “Gavin, too. Everyone made it back in. Rick and his people are gone, but the place is flooded with biters. We’re trapped.”

Desa’s shoulders slouched, and she said, “Okay…go get everyone together in the meeting room. I’ll go make sure the workers are alright—”

“Leave the workers--”

“No,” Desa said. She shook herself from Regina’s grip, meeting the woman's steely gaze. “There are children here. Pregnant women. Some of them might be hurt. Just do what I say, okay?”

“Negan left you in charge,” Regina murmured. She closed her eyes, exhaling through her nose. “Okay. I’ll go.”

“Thank you.”

Regina and Desa parted ways. She found the workers on the third floor, crowding the hallways. She picked her way through, ignoring the murmurs and whispers that soon delved into shouts.

“Where’s Negan?”

“Is he dead?”

“Is Negan dead? What’s going on—”

“The bottom floor is clear!” Desa shouted. The noise died down, and she glanced around at the crowd. “You can go back down, gather your belongings. Nobody is allowed in or out. We’ll bring water down for everyone soon.”

Stares. Whispers.

“Where’s Negan?”

“I don’t know,” Desa replied. “The best we can do is work with what we have, and stay together.”

Wordlessly, the workers began shuffling past Desa, heading back downstairs. While the workers went down, Desa went up. She pushed through the door of the meeting room, and was greeted with the sight of Simon, hunched over the table with his fingers curled into fists, Eugene cowering in his seat, and the rest — Gavin, Regina, Dwight — looking…defeated.

Simon lifted his heads, lips curling into a snarl. In an almost sickeningly sweet voice, he said, “So what’s the plan, boss.”

“Plan A is for you to lose the attitude.”

Simon shot up, back rigid. It was Dwight who stepped in front of him, planting a hand on Simon’s chest as he attempted to advance, yelling, “Stop it! Negan left her in charge — that was his decision.”

“The last thing we need right now is infighting, Simon,” Desa snapped. “If you want to discuss that situation, you do it with me. Alone.”

Simon’s eyes never left Desa. He sat, lacing his fingers together and opting for a silent glare.

“Start pulling out any stored supplies — food and water especially. Start rationing things out to the workers. Downstairs is clogged up — we’ll start moving people upstairs, women and children first, two too a room—”

“Desa,” Regina stressed.

“Those people downstairs? They’re resources. Just like you’re a resource,” Desa said. “One doesn’t matter more than the other—”

“She’s right,” Eugene said bluntly. “Desa. She’s right. Failing to provide adequate living conditions for the workers could possibly result in some sort of uprising. Considering our current situation, that is something we would be wise to avoid, no matter the costs.”

“This place is big enough for everyone,” Desa said. “Gavin and Jared can start assigning people spaces. Keep families together. Until we figure out a way to get rid of those biters, keeping our people alive is our top priority.”

“Do you have a way to deal with those undead freaks outside?” Simon said tersely.

She did.

Desa tried to hide the fact that her heart was sinking and her mind was racing. She knew exactly what to do, and she didn’t like it.

It has to be you, then. No one else.

Steeling herself, Desa said, “A few weeks ago, I found some explosives in a crashed train car. Drake and I worked on the schematics — found out that they were military grade missiles. We stashed them in a truck and parked the truck under a tunnel.”

“Military grade?” Regina raised her eyebrows.

“I don’t remember the specific name. But it’s enough,” Desa explained. “If we stage this correctly, I can slip out from here, grab the explosives, and draw the biters away.”

“Just you?” Gavin asked quietly.

“Just me. There’s a gap in the fence. It’s how I got in here the first time and stabbed you, Gavin. Which I never apologized for. I’m sorry.”

“Save it. If getting stabbed is what it took to help make you one of us, I can deal with it.”

Desa ducked her head, hiding her grin. “I’ll get out and grab the bombs.”

“There’s a bridge about six miles from here. If you can somehow detonate that thing while the biters are on the bridge…”

“Take em’ all out,” Simon murmured. “Or, most of them.”

Desa let out a breath, nodding. “Yeah. That sounds like a plan. And it’ll work. I’ll make sure it works.”

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"Look alive, Grimes. I'm not paying you to stand around looking pretty." The sardonic southern accent bit at Rick's ears, immediately rubbing him the wrong way. The man from whom the voice emitted completed the image. Over six feet tall with unnaturally perfect hair, Philip Blake was the picture of conservative family values to his potential constituents. Those who worked with him knew better.

Phillip Blake was an asshole.

Rick swallowed thickly, biting his tongue for presumably the hundredth time this morning. His boss took his silence as compliance, already moving along on his list of people to verbally abuse.

"This Michonne, she's gaining in the polls," Philip's southern accent was far less polished behind the scenes.

"She's a novelty, sir," Blake's assistant, Milton, a mousy man with rectangular glasses, piped up on queue. "They'll grow tired of her. My numbers—"

"Are bullshit," Blake finished. "I'm not taking any risks. Find me something I can use against her."

It took every ounce of self-control for Rick not to roll his eyes. Philip Blake would have made an excellent dictator in another life. His hatred for his opponent burned bright. Rick suspected that the fact that a Black woman had the gall to run against him burned the hell out of Blake's chaps.

"She's a problem," he clipped out, pausing to adjust his hair and tie in the mirror backstage. "She needs to be dealt with."

Rick's eye twitched again.

"She's young. Unseasoned. You have the support of the party—" Milton tried again.

"Find something I can use," Blake interjected, acting as though his assistant hadn't spoken at all.

"I will," Milton was doing the stuttering thing again. Rick almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Where the hell is my wife?" Blake turned his attention elsewhere, eyes sweeping for the platinum blonde. Rick hadn't exchanged a word with her in the month since he took this gig, and he didn't care to change that. Mrs. Blake was just as unpleasant as her husband.

"I'm here," she appeared in a click of heels and a cloud of perfume and bad attitude, her waves of hair seemingly glued around her head. She took her husband's arm. At once, their scowls melted into smiles that could have graced a Colgate ad. Rick watched them sweep onto the stage, happy to retreat to his place with the other bodyguards just behind the curtain.

He spotted Abe, an old colleague, standing up ramrod straight. The redhead caught his eye, grinning.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Abe started in immediately. Rick felt his mood improve marginally.

"Abe," he nodded.

"Shane hook you up?" he asked, shaking Rick's hand.

"That obvious?" Rick took his place beside him, facing the pulpit. His clients had emerged to raucous applause. Rick's stomach turned.

"Politics ain't really your scene," Abe snorted lowly.

"And they're yours?" Rick scoffed. He couldn't imagine a more politically incorrect person than the man beside him.

"I at least served old Uncle Sam," Abe grinned. "You couldn't cut basic training."

"It's good money," Rick shrugged slightly. This was his daily mantra.

"Better you than me," Abe's eyes locked onto the Blakes. "Ain't never seen a bigger pair of assholes."

Rick held in his laugh and his agreement. "How's your girl?" he asked.

Abe's smile widened. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the arrival of the client in question.

"Excuse me," a lilting voice drew Rick's attention. His eyes flickered momentarily to the woman walking out on stage, head high and shoulders back.

Rick dropped his jaw. He'd seen pictures of her, clips on the evening news. None of them did her justice. He hadn't seen a person look less like a politician. Her dark locs were fixed back from her forehead in a simple but striking updo. Her skin seemed to glow under the stage lights, dark like polished bronze. She swept past him in a swirl of vanilla and sandalwood, her heels clicking as she took her place on the podium. Rick stared in shock.

"Is that her?" Rick whispered under his breath. He wasn't looking at the Blakes at all anymore.

"That's her," Abe smirked knowingly, his eyes never leaving his client. "Michonne Bechet. Atlanta Councilwoman. Might be an Obama in the making."

"Holy shit," Rick's statement came out almost as a gasp. "I'm going to kill Shane."

Abe chuckled, arms folded in front of him, the hint of amusement playing beneath his facial hair. "Walsh did you a favor."

"How do you figure?" It damn sure didn't feel like a favor from where Rick was standing. From where he was standing, it looked like Abe got to guard the gorgeous, progressive candidate while Rick got stuck with Philip Blake.

"He knows you, man. You couldn't handle her," Abe's lips barely moved as they muttered quietly to one another.

Rick didn't answer. There were plenty of ways he suddenly wanted to handle the woman in front of him, none of them professional. "You might have a point," he admitted.

Abe grunted his agreement.

Rick wasn't one for politics, but he paid close attention to the debate that night. He'd heard Blake's stance a million and a half times, but Michonne's words stuck with him. She had vision, she had panache, she had charisma, and she was a hell of a looker. Michonne faced the jeering crowd without so much as flinching. If Blake's sardonic insults affected her, she didn't show it. She answered the debate questions in a clear, high voice, outlining her point until even the crowd seemed to silence before her.

Blake hated her.

"Find me something on her," he reiterated that night, taking a break from his hooting and hollering and cursing to address Milton. "Before this gets out of control."

By debate number two, it was clear that the situation had long since gotten out of control. Michonne was gaining in the polls. Blake couldn't maintain his polite façade. Their meeting at a charity ball quickly divested into petty remarks. Rick reddened behind his boss while Michonne took the insults on the chin.

"Asshole," Abe was angrier even than Rick, his eyes burning holes into Blake as he sipped champagne and schmoozed with donors.

"Dick," Rick agreed, fighting the urge to knock his employer in the back of his head with the butt of his gun.

"Abe," they were interrupted once more by the dark horse candidate. She looked stunning in her little black dress, her hair pulled up in a bun.

"What do you need, darling?" Abe came to attention at once. Rick resisted the urge to step forwards towards her.

"I'm tired," she announced this with the air of one discussing the weather. Only the weariness in her eyes betrayed her actual feelings.

"All right," Abe nodded, mobilizing her people at once. Rick was left standing there, staring at her, anger burning in the pit of his stomach at the way this woman was treated. She glanced back, her expression mildly curious.

"Don't let him bother you," Rick's mouth was moving before he even realized it. "He's scared of you."

She looked surprised for a fraction of a second, then her expression changed. Her laugh, clear and melodious, got him through the rest of the night, even as Blake snarked at everyone around him.

"Thank you," she told him as Abe swept her off, throwing Rick a knowing look from beneath his bushy brow.

Rick and Michonne met again at a community center groundbreaking. She was just as stunning in jeans and a blouse as an evening gown. She smiled at him this time, greeting him kindly as she passed. Rick ignored Blake's burning glare to smile back.

"Maybe you're not useless after all," Blake mused later, unaware of how close he was to getting punched squarely in his face. "She's likes the working class type. Talk to her next time. See what you can find out."

Rick seized the opportunity. He found her a week later, sitting at the bar, her ankles crossed, her hair hanging freely down her back. He beelined for her.

"Rick," his name sounded regal coming from her lips. "Should you be talking to me?" she seemed amused. Her hand cupped her chin as she stared up at him, her confidence burning bright.

"It's my day off," he told her. This was true. Both candidates were stationed in the same hotel. He bumped into her at the bar downstairs. He'd come down to meet Abe for a drink, but changed course the moment he spotted her.

"Blake gives you those?" she quipped, sipping prettily from her beer.

Rick laughed. Behind them, Abe watched, amused. Rick caught his eye, silently begging his friend to leave them alone.

"You owe me," Rick read Abe's lips from across the bar. Rick happily sent over a drink to keep him occupied.

"How do I know you're not a spy?" Michonne questioned lightly a few moments later. There was something underlying in her tone that let Rick know she was not joking.

"You can ask Abe what I think of my employer," Rick didn't miss a beat. Truth was, he hated Philip Blake. Work had become the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.

"What do you think of me?" she asked, taking another draw. Rick's eyes flicked to her lips. He swallowed thickly.

"I might vote for you," he told her, taking a gulp to steady himself.

"Just might?" she sounded so incredulous that for a moment Rick feared she was serious. Then she smiled around the mouth of her bottle. Rick grinned back.

"Learn anything interesting?" Blake asked the next morning.

Rick had learned her favorite drink, her cat's name, that she loved action movies, and got into politics to fight for the voiceless.

"Nope," Rick answered. Blake glared. Rick did not flinch. Blake eventually moved off.

"Are you making a move on my client?" Abe asked later, when both of them were stationed behind the scenes of debate number 3.

"I'm thinking about it," Rick did not hesitate to answer. It was all he seemed to think about.

"You're going to get fired," Abe rolled his eyes.

"Might be worth it." There was no might about it. If Rick had half a chance, he'd take it.

"I'm going to regret this," Abe sighed, then pulled out his phone. "She asked me for your number."

Rick punched it into Abe's phone at lightning speed.

Her first text came the following Saturday afternoon. Phillip and his wife were drunk at the pool and Rick was bored to tears.

"What's it going to take to get your vote?" the question blinked up at him under the bright light of the afternoon sun.

"Want to talk about it over dinner?" he text back, waiting with baited breath while the three dots flashed at him.

"It can't be public."

Rick's heart jumped. Trying to contain his excitement, he text back. "I know a place. No one will bother us."

Her response took a full five minutes, but eventually it pinged in.

"Sounds great."

Rick read her message, sitting contently and grinning while Blake yelled at Milton from across the pool.

#twd #richonne #WE'RE THE ONES WHO LIVE #love.devil.movies.baby #Rick Grimes #Michonne

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 60 - Villagers at the door

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

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Chapter 60 - Villagers at the door

[When Blake and Negan finally leave the house they find a hoard of angry Alexandrians waiting for them...]

"Ok, Ok, I'm coming," said Blake in an irritable voice, as she hurried down the stairs, pulling her skimpy summer dress back over her head as she did so.

It was about 2.15 now and she had, of course, kept an impatient Rick waiting for at least ten minutes now, whilst she had hurriedly showered and Negan had gotten slowly dressed.

The tall, dark-haired Saviour came thudding down the stairs behind her now, chuckling to himself and running a hand down his scrubby salt and pepper beard, giving a hearty sigh.

"Jesus," Negan groaned as Rick bashed his fist against the outside of the front door yet again. "The fucker seriously doesn't give up does he?"

Blake, who tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, finally reaching the downstairs hallway, glanced at him over her shoulder and gave a brief smirk.

"You really have no idea," she sighed a little, shaking her head, before relaxing her shoulders, composing herself and turning back to the door.

Did she really want to do this? Try to confront Rick. Try to explain everything to him?

Not at all. But she knew she had to. All she wanted to do was to make these people, her friends, see just why she was going back with Negan.

Her plan was to stay here until the day after tomorrow, mainly to give herself the chance to make things right with the people here. And that of course would be easier without Negan's looming presence.

She understood completely why they didn't like him, of course she did. He was intimidating, unpredictable and menacing.

But there was a side of him now, that only Blake seemed to be privy to. A man who would do almost anything for her…who held her…who dried her tears…who brought her breakfast and let her walk all over him.

Blake knew for a fact this was a side he would never present to Rick and the people here, but she needed to explain to them just why she was making the decision to leave them. It wasn't because she had turned against them in any way, despite them having locked her in a house for a week, or even was conspiring against them. No. All Blake wanted, was to be happy. And that meant going back to the place she had never in a million years thought she would think of as home.

But the Sanctuary, well, it did feel like a home to her now….as dingy and as dank as certain parts of it could be…there she felt safe and cared for…there she felt likes he had a purpose…knowing exactly what that was now.

She hadn't realised it at first, but she had slotted into the position Negan had given to her so well….

For here Blake was just a person….a boring, lonely woman….who had been knocked around by her husband, who people here had actually liked, perhaps even preferred to her!

But there at the Sanctuary, she was a Queen. A force to be reckoned with in this world…revered by all. And that was all down to one person…

The man stood just a few feet away from her now.

"Here, let me, Darlin'" Negan muttered into her ear as he grasped up the long-abandoned Lucille from the sideboard in the hallway, reaching over Blake and grabbing for the door handle.

He had control of this situation, she knew that. But part of her feared his big and bolshy attitude would only make matters worse here on this stormy and already-turbulent night.

But before she could stop him, Negan had tugged open the white front door…. to be met, not only with Rick stood there, soaked to the skin and looking furious. But also a large group of both Saviours, and folks from Alexandria who had gathered there, on the street below, in the torrential downpour.

The people out there all seemed to illuminated from the orange streetlamp just outside Blake's porch, all now turned towards both Blake and the bearded Saviour, who stood smugly before her.

"Well hello there, Rick," uttered Negan, flashing his pearly white teeth in Rick's direction once he had seen that his men and women had control of the situation, guns all pointed at the Alexandrians. "Now what did I do to deserve this late night call, hmmm?"

But Rick just scowled back at Negan, raising his chin and narrowing his eyes. "I should ask you the same question," he snarled in reply. "We had a deal. You said once a month-"

But Negan suddenly made a face, obviously not appreciating being spoken to in that manner.

The dark haired Saviour suddenly rounded on Rick on the porch, licking his lips and raising Lucille up in front of the brown haired-man's face.

"Well shit, Rick," he snapped loudly, causing a small hush to fall of the crowd of people below. "Last time I checked, I made the decisions around here, an' not you. And if I want to drop by for a visit, then I goddamn fuckin' will."

Blake watched as Rick gave a short gulp, his eyes flickering from the Saviour's strong gaze uncomfortably.

But Blake took in a short breath of air before stepping out onto the porch herself and gazing around the mass of people below.

And it was, at this, her breath caught in her throat. For there, standing in the rain, were people she had considered her friends…..Tara, Eric, Aaron, Steve, even Rosita, just a few months ago. But now, here they were, staring up at her, with nothing but disgust and hatred plastered across their grimacing faces.

"Negan," Blake said suddenly, braking her eyes away and staring around at the bearded Saviour on her left, who was stood, leering over Rick.

Negan at once turned his head to look at her questioningly. For her voice was now softer than before, full of a pleading that only she might be able to manage to use with him.

"….I need you to go…..please…."

She stuttered out the words, her eyes almost welling with something. A frustration and a desperation. A hope that perhaps she could make these people come around to her way of thinking. For them to see sense.

If they listened to her…cooperated with the Saviours….perhaps she could try and bargain with Negan himself….make him ease off them a little. They were her people after all. Maybe this could be good…for all of them. Maybe Blake could work it so that Rick could be more an ally to Negan, than a minion.

She took another deep breath and waited for a response, watching as Negan pursed his lips firmly together, gazing back at her with a dark chocolate gaze.

She knew that despite all that had happened between them up on that bed just an hour or so ago, Negan still remembered her request. She would stay here until her birthday in two days' time. And then she would leave with him.

But right now, he did not in fact look completely at ease with this situation.

He clenched his jaw, his dark eyes not leaving hers.

"You sure about that, Peaches?" he asked somewhat imploring, looking as though he wanted nothing more than to take her by the hand, drag her down the steps and as far away from these people as possible.

But to Blake's relief he relented.

And she gave a short nod in return, wordlessly conveying to him what she wanted, without trying to dictate anything to him in front of Rick or the others. For she knew just how that would look, if Negan seemed like he had any sort of weakness.

Negan let out a long huff of air, looking a little irate and dragging his eyes away from hers.

"Arat, Dwight," he called out loudly. "Alright, let's move out, leave these good folks to their beauty-sleep."

He gave a wide grin, looking down at Rick and leaning his face close to the brown-haired man's. "An you, Rick, will have to remember your goddamn manners the next time you see me. Because you are getting' to be mighty fuckin' insolent, compadre."

And with a small satisfied chuckle, Negan stood up straight again, turning on his heel and marching back over the top of the steps coming to stop at Blake's side for a brief second.

"You sure about all this, Sweetheart?" he asked, his tone much softer now. "Because we have space for you in my truck if you change your mind and wanted to come back with us right now?"

Blake bit at her lips, wanting so much to do that right now, but she merely lifted a hand, placing it gently to Negan's leather jacket, before pulling her digits swiftly away before anyone could really notice.

"I'll be fine," she said with a small hint of a reassuring smile. "Just make sure you bring me back a gift on my birthday, ok?"

And with that, Negan's lips just curved up into a small smirk, and he bumped his lean shoulder gently with hers as he swiftly stalked down the steps, swinging Lucille up onto his shoulder confidently as she did so.

Within a few seconds Negan had marched through the crowd, followed by Dwight and the other Saviours, beginning to walk away off around the corner, before finally disappearing from sight.

Blake gave the smallest of gulps, wandering down the porch steps, stepping into the rain for the first time, coming to stop at the very bottom, as she watched them go, knowing exactly what was coming.

And as predicted, Rick was the first one who spoke.

"Blake!" he called angrily from behind her, once the Saviours were all gone from view of the rainy street. "We need to talk. Now-"

But before Rick even had time to yell out the last word, Rosita has stepped forwards emerging from the crowd looking angrier than Blake had ever seen her….. pulling a large knife from her belt.

"I should kill you!" cried the brown haired, cap-wearing woman furiously, suddenly lunging at Blake.

Blake almost immediately let out a small muffled cry, as she reached out her hand just in time to grab a hold of Rosita's shoulder,, as the woman pushed her backwards, causing her to topple to the ground.

Blake's spine collided painfully with the wooden porch steps, as she stared up into Rosita's seething face through the falling rain.

"We should never had trusted you," cried the woman loudly, as Blake tried desperately to grasp a hold of Rosita's skinny wrist, trying to keep the knife that was pointed at Blake's face, as far away from her as possible. "You and him!? You utter bitch!"

Rosita kneed Blake in the ribs, causing her to cry out sharply, wincing, all whilst trying her hardest from being impaled.

"You don't know anything!" shouted Blake back, as Rosita jabbed the knife at Blake's neck….but Bake managed to dodge out of the way just in time, as the blade's sharp edge missed her by a mere fraction of an inch.

But thankfully, before Rosita could try again, the brown-haired woman was suddenly hauled off of Blake.

"Enough, Rosita!" cried the hoarse voice of Rick, as he and Sasha grappled with the angry woman, pulling her away from the now soaking-wet and muddy Blake….who was now laid across the ground, panting, her heart racing at a mile a minute.

But Rosita let out a loud cry of frustration, her teeth gritted, trying desperately to escape from Sasha and Rick's clutches, so much so that a nearby Father Gabriel even helped them in keeping her pinned to the spot.

But that did not stop Rosita from launching poisonous words back at Blake yet again, as Blake with a heaving chest, and aching wet body, propped herself up onto her elbows, staring up at the manic woman with a frown lingering between her brows.

"He killed Abraham, and Glenn, and Spencer, and you're here…..screwing him!?" Rosita shrieked, as Rick managed to prise the knife from her hand, sending it clattering to the rain-sodden ground.

Blake felt her breath hitch painfully at these words, knowing they were indeed nothing but true.

Now all around, cold faces stared down at her…people she had said hi to, each and every morning…people's whose houses she had gone around for dinner…people she had considered friends. But now they had nothing but an indignant upon their faces, as they frowned darkly back at her.

She would of course not find any sympathy here….she had known that all along….

But trust…..trust was something she had hoped she would always have from these people. But here and now, even that was, too, absent.

"I should have killed you the first chance we had, as soon as you walked back through those gates," Rosita snarled again, as Blake noticed Tara step forward too, out of the crowd, staring down at Blake, her brows turned downwards in a look of utter worry. "Back when you gave us all that bullshit about David-"

But Blake's eyes suddenly snapped back towards Rosita darkly.

Her heart thudding to a stop inside her chest, as everything around fell silent.

"What did you say?" murmured the caramel-blonde woman in a quiet voice, as rain fell all around her now. She blinked heavily and got to her feet, her eyes never leaving Rosita's.

But Rosita, still struggling in Rick, Sasha and Gabriel's arms let out another growl of anger, snapping at Blake.

"Well, we're all thinking it," said the brown-haired woman suddenly, calming slightly and shrugging her captors' arms from her and standing up straight, pointing over at Blake. "How do we expect to believe you didn't just plan all this with Negan, huh? You just kill David to get him out of the way, so you could get what you wanted, and then make up some stupid story about him hitting you-"

But Blake, at this, gaped, anger building inside her. Her cheeks flushed brightly as her blood began to boil.

She dragged her eyes away, looking now to Tara….

To Rick..

To Eric…

"I-Is that really what you all think!?" she said shaking her head as angry tears pricked at her eyes.

But none of them answered her, all of them staring back with a kind of hopeless, hurt-filled indifference.

Blake could feel her lips quivering, looking once again, back to her friend, who was stood just a few feet away from her now.

"Tara?" she asked in a questioning voice.

But Tara just looked away, unable to keep up with the eye contact any longer, turning her back on Blake almost at once, before disappearing off into the crowd.

And that alone hurt more than a knife ever could.

Blake stared after her, wanting to call out, but before she could, a voice to her left spoke again.

"We all liked David," said Rosita, with a sneer, as rain dripped down the front of her cap. Blake's green eyes flicked back to her now. "He was a good guy. And suddenly you come back and tell us that he was hitting you. And now you have that asshole Negan making house calls as well? Well excuse us for not believing you, Blake!"

But at this, Blake gave a snarl, lowering her chin darkly, her eyes blackening.

"You have no fucking idea what I went through," she said taking a couple of steps forwards, not just addressing Rosita now, but the whole crowd. "…back in this house with David. While you were all going about your fucking business….talking…chatting…sleeping…killing walkers….he was hitting me…spitting on me…practically forcing me to have sex with him, even on nights where I didn't want to. He made my life hell and that's the truth."

Everyone around her's gazes suddenly dropped away now, all looking ashamed.

"And I came out here each and every day and spoke to you like everything was ok, because in my eyes it was. Because you know what? I just blamed myself from all the things he was doing. Because David had told me it was my fault, that I made him do these things. And yeah, that's when he could go out there, turn on the charm and talk to you….socialise with you….because forget the walkers out there….David was a bigger monster than any of them, because unlike those dead shits…or like Negan…he was able to hide all that from the outside world. And the only person he took it out on was me," Blake continued. "And yes, in the end, I couldn't bare the words...the beatings...the bruises...I-I just couldn't take it anymore."

Blake gave a difficult gulp.

"So I killed him," she said half blankly, raising her chin defiantly. "I took Negan's baseball bat and I killed him….beat him half to death and shoved him into a cage full of walkers. And why? Because I'm not taking it anymore. Not from David, certainly not from bitches like you….and not even from Negan."

Blake brushed down the back of her pants, bring herself up to her full height.

"And just so you know, I wanted to give you all another chance, I wanted you all to see things from my point of view, make you understand that the Saviours...that Negan…that they aren't the monsters you think they are. But now...well, I see that's there's no point I even trying to make you see sense," Blake uttered grimacing at them all, staring at the faces in the crowd she recognised so well. "Because all lot do is gossip about me behind my back, keep me locked inside a house, doubt what I've told you about being abused….all of you….you're not even worth saving…"

She stared darkly out at the crowd….of the people she had once considered her friends, who were only strangers to her now.

"….you aren't anyone…"

And with that, Blake, still now her rain-sodden dress, bare feet, wet caramel hair sticking to her shoulders, walked forwards, parting the crowd as she went.

But this only caused Rosita to gape, looking at once to Rick, who was stood there, staring blankly after a Blake, a tick moving in his jaw.

"Aren't you going to stop her?" Rosita cried angrily, looking wide-eyed and furious.

But Blake turned her head to look at both her, Rick and Sasha as she passed, giving a growl and narrowing her eyes blackly.

"You even try to stop me Rick, and the moment Negan comes back here, I'll get him to make the Saviours gun you all down. We clear?" she snarled, not even waiting to hear answer.

And so, lifting her gaze back up ahead of her, she marched forwards. She was trembling now, but she wasn't about to show any of these people, not Rick, not Rosita, not Sasha, not anyone else, how nervous and frightened she was.

For here she was saying goodbye to this life, to these people she had once considered family. But all this. It was their doing, not hers.

And so, shoving through the crowd of people, Blake emerged onto the empty asphalt road, turning left and following in the direction Negan had gone, just ten minutes ago... rounding the corner and leaving, heading out of sight of the large crowd of people, having left her home and her front door now wide open…

…for that was no longer her home. She completely knew that now.

But Blake raised her head, picking up the pace now as she walked through the rain on bare feet.

Perhaps the Saviours were still around now, loading themselves into the trucks….

But as she paced down the puddle-filled walkway, there was no sign of the Saviours battered old trucks through the fenced off gate up ahead.

"Shit," Blake muttered to no one but herself.

But she knew for a fact she couldn't stay here. Not now.

And so, heading a little further around the corner, Blake spotted just what she was looking for, letting out a shaky breath of air.

For there it was, where she had expected it to be..

The blue car Rick normally used on runs out.

It was speedy, reliable and usually gassed up.

Blake hurriedly padded over to it and peered inside the rain-sodden windows. And her heart almost skipped a beat as she saw what was inside.

There they were, the keys, with a small furry monkey keychain hanging limply from them, still there in the ignition where Rick had likely left them just a half hour ago.

Blake hurriedly got inside, out of the torrential rain, slamming the door behind her, adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

She didn't really have a plan, but all she wanted to do was to get out of here pronto, and hopefully catch up with Negan on the road.

And so, turning over the engine easily, the tank gauge almost reaching half-way full, Blake put her foot onto gas, swinging the car around and coming to slow stop just in front of the gates.

She rolled down her window and peered out, only to see an youngish black man she barely recognised amble over.

"Uh, isn't that Rick's car?" he asked a little unsure, leaning against the window to talk to her under the sound of the falling rain. He obviously hadn't been witness to the spectacle outside her house just a few moments ago.

Blake wiped hastily at her tears strewn face, hoping the drizzle would have done most of the work in covering them up anyway.

"Yeah, he told me I could borrow it," she said in her most convincing voice, flashing him a small smile.

But again the man looked a little hesitant.

"Are you sure you want to be going out there in the middle of the night on your own….in this?" he glanced up at the stormy sky.

But Blake gave him an easy wave of her hand.

"I'll be fine," she said smiling again at him, her knee jiggling just off the peddle nervously.

And it was a long, drawn-out, excruciating second, before he finally sighed and stood up straight.

"Well, suit yourself," he murmured shrugging and walking over and tugging open the large looming gates.

And with that, throwing him one last wave, before winding up her window, Blake drove swiftly through the gates, and the walls of Alexandria…

…..heading out onto the open road.

It seemed to be raining harder now, with puddles forming on the road and the car's windows peppered with ever-falling raindrops.

Blake hoped now that the Saviours' hadn't gotten far, but even switching on her headlights and putting on her wipers, it was still pretty difficult to see anything out here.

Blake had been driving for a good twenty minutes….not taking the usual way out of camp, but instead, taking the route that Negan had used when he had dropped Blake off here several long, long weeks ago. Surely he would go this way, the fastest route back to the Sanctuary?

Being out here…out the confinement of that house…Blake couldn't help but feel her spirits lift….feeling happier than she had in weeks.

Last night had certainly helped in that. Sharing that particular moment with Negan, was more that she could ever have expected.

His touch, his taste….his body pressed against hers….he was everything to her. And Blake could only hope that from his reaction, it had been the same for him too.

She smiled to herself now, sitting there in the driver's seat in nothing but a sodden summer dress, her foot all the way down on the gas, going at least eighty down the empty, dark, tree-lined road, as the rain fell heavier than ever, all around her.

Blake flicked a strand of damp hair from her eyes, distracting herself for the tiniest of moments….

But that had been the worst mistake she could have made…

As the moment she focused her eyes through the rain…back onto the road ahead….

….a sudden dead and decaying figure appeared, illuminated in her headlights on the road ahead….

"Fuck!" Blake could only cry, in fright as she turned the steering wheel sharply, desperately trying to avoid an impact with the figure, for she could not afford a broken windshield out here alone on the road.

But as she swerved out, she found that the wheels of the vehicle just skidded sideways across the wet asphalt below…

…the car spinning out of control….

Blake let out a sharp scream, trying as hard as she could to regain control….

But it was too late….

As the vehicle careered off of the road at a high speed, tearing into a set of trees…

….and finally landing sideways in a large ditch….

A hissing from the engine, as well as a beeping coming from somewhere near the steering wheel was the only thing that could be heard….

...everything else was still...

…including the rumpled figure of Blake, who was sprawled forwards, lying unconscious against the dash...

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To Gravity Falls, From Piedmont: Final Chapter

Summary: It’s a long way until next summer. Until then, Dipper and Mabel share their daily antics and life problems with their lifelong friends and attentive great-uncles through an endless string of e-mails. Distance makes the heart grow fonder after all, and there’s no place Dipper and Mabel love more than Gravity Falls.  Note: When I first started this story, it was to help me, and hopefully others, to cope with the ending of Gravity Falls. Thank you for staying with me on this journey, and I hope you've had as much fun as I did.

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To: GF Crew (10+ contacts in this list)

From: Dipper Pines (GhostHarasserfan)

Subject: On the road

Mabel and I are minutes away from boarding the bus and then it'll be a matter of hours before we see you guys. We can't wait!

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Mabel Pines: EEEEEE I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE MY PEOPLE AGAIN!

Grenda Gosling: We'll have an epic sleepover once you get here! We'll play loud music that'll annoy the neighbours and I've got a stash of magazines with posters of all the cute boys!

Candy Chiu: And we will eat candy and pizza until we get sick!

Mabel Pines: I can't wait!

Fiddleford McGucket: I'm as jittery as a rabid raccoon, I'm so excited! Got a lot to share with you kids when you get here! Oh, and maybe you can help with my gnome problem. Pesky creatures.

Dipper Pines: A leaf blower will fix that problem right away.

Gideon Gleeful: I eagerly await your arrival, my lady. And I suppose it'll be pleasant to see you again, Dipper.

Robbie Valentino: How about Mabel comes and Dork Tree stays in Cali?

Dipper Pines: Aw, I love you losers too.

Pacifica Northwest: We can go shopping. You need more variety than colourful knitted sweaters.

Mabel Pines: I don't know about that, but I like to shop, so you're on!

Soos Ramirez: We're cleaning up the attic right now, dudes! It'll be all ready for you when you get here.

Dipper Pines: You don't have to do that, we can help clean when we arrive.

Soos Ramirez: Nah, it's no problem.

Grunkle Stan: We'll race you. By land and by sea. Let's see who gets there first. Loser has to sweep the Mystery Shack for a week.

Dipper Pines: Deal.

Mabel Pines: How close are you?

Grunkle Stan: Only a few hours away.

Grunkle Ford: And by a few he means ten, and a sailboat doesn't quite get the mileage of a vehicle.

Grunkle Stan: They're on a public transit bus, Poindexter. Probably the same amount of mileage.

Grunkle Ford: Fair point.

Wendy Corduroy: My dudes are coming back home and we are going to party hard!

Grunkle Ford: We will celebrate in a jubilant but responsible manner.

Grunkle Stan: Buzzkill.

Dipper Pines: Oh, here comes our bus!

Mabel Pines: If you need us, text us. But we'll see you soon!

Wendy could hear the vacuum cleaner before she stepped foot inside the Mystery Shack. She paused in the threshold, staring at the streaks of water across the hardwood floor. Shaking her head in amusement she took off her boots and set them aside. She inched her way along the wall until she got to the living room, where Abuelita was pushing the vacuum cleaner aggressively across the carpet.

"Hey, Abuelita," said Wendy, raising to be heard over the noisy machine.

Abuelita glanced up and greeted, "Hello, dear. Soos is upstairs. There are snacks in the kitchen for you to eat if you're hungry."

"Don't mind if I do. Thanks."

Wendy took a detour to the kitchen, halting when she discovered the piles of saran-wrapped plates and containers of food. Eyes wide, she lifted up the wrap of a plate of chocolate chip cookies in bemusement, taking a couple. She promptly shoved them into her mouth to avoid sprinkling crumbs and headed for the stairs.

"Heads up!"

There was a great clattering and Wendy had a glimpse of a large wooden structure hurtling down the steps her way before instincts caused her to dive to the side. She rolled twice, smacking her head against the wall, and she sat up, flinching as the piece of furniture landed with an almighty crash.

"Soos, are you scratching the floor?" called Abuelita.

"Uh, sorry!" answered Soos, hurrying down the steps. "I'll polish it off."

"What the heck?" asked Wendy, straggling to her feet. "I came to work every day this week, so you really don't have a reason to kill me."

"Sorry Wendy," said Soos sheepishly. "I was trying to get the bedframes outside so I could clean them. They're pretty dusty and cobwebby."

"I think it's sweet you and your grandmother are in a cleaning frenzy to get everything ready for the Pines crew, but seriously." Wendy crossed her arms with a grin. "They're not going to care about dust and whatever. I mean, Mr. Pines ran this place for years and he probably never picked up a feather duster in that time."

"We don't mind." Soos wiped some sweat from his brow and asked, "What's up, dude?"

"I was wondering if you needed any help. I got my crew outside who are reluctantly ready to work."

"Cool! Would you mind working on the yard?" asked Soos. "We haven't gotten a chance to start cleaning outside yet."

"It's the outside. It's not gonna get clean. But I will get rid of all litter the jerk tourists left behind. We'll set up the tables and stuff while we're at it."

"You're the best."

"Flattery gets you everywhere. You need help taking these things outside?" she asked, gesturing towards the bedframe.

"Nah, I got it."

"Sweet. We'll be outside if you need anything." Wendy started down the hallway, careful not to slip on the newly-washed floor. She paused when she reached the end and glanced over her shoulder. "Do you know Abuelita made enough food to feed the army?"

"She does that. Pretty great, huh?"

"Definitely. I'll happily drown in her churros."

Wendy ventured outside, where her friends were gathered around Thompson's vehicle. "Can we go home?" asked Robbie.

"No. We're gonna clean this yard up." Wendy swept her arms to the side to accompany her statement. "Grab a rake, grab a broom, let's move it people."

Tambry looked up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. "And what will you be doing?"

"Supervising. I already clocked in my hours at this place." Wendy hopped onto the hood of the car and lowered Dipper's cap over her eyes. Five sets of hands immediately pushed against her body, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"I don't think so," said Nate with a snort as Lee laughed. "C'mon dudes, let's get those tables." He punched Thompson on the shoulder and the three set off.

"You can do the raking," said Robbie with a snicker as Tambry helped Wendy to her feet.

The redhead glowered at him. "Fine. You can clean the port-a-potties."

"Whoa, not on your life—ouch! Okay, okay, whatever, let go before you crush my windpipe!"

…

Pushing open the heavy oak doors of her former home, Pacifica stepped onto the glossy marble tiles and lifted her designer sunglasses to rest on top of her head. She stared at the scuff marks that streaked across the once-pristine floor and she let out a sigh.

"Hey, McGucket!" she called, walking further into the mansion. "Are you here?"

His raccoon skittered down the grand staircase, claws clicking against the wood. Pacifica yelped and stumbled backwards, giving a wide berth between her and the creature.

"Don't worry, she don't bite none," said McGucket, coming down the staircase next. "She's just sayin' howdy!"

"Great," muttered Pacifica, curling her nose. "I can't believe you still haven't changed the alarm codes. Do you know how much of a security hazard that is?"

McGucket shrugged uncaringly. "Lotta work to get new numbers. Besides, this way ya can visit whenever ya want."

"You're getting a new code. I'll get you a new code. That way I'll have the numbers and there's no chance of my parents attempting to sneak back in here. I don't know if they still believe me when I say you got them changed." Flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she asked, "Are you ready?"

"Kinda. I couldn't find them decorations you were talkin' about. Ya know how many rooms ya have in this maze?"

"One hundred and twenty-five," answered Pacifica promptly. "We keep them on the third floor."

They made the trek up the stairs and down the corridor. Pacifica led McGucket into a room at the end of the corridor, where elegant party decorations were packed in totes or balanced against the wall. McGucket watched as Pacifica opened up a box and unpacked several crystal drinking glasses.

"Ya take this stuff back home with ya," spoke McGucket. "I have no need for it."

"Neither do we," said Pacifica, making sure all the glasses were accounted for and arranging them back amongst the bubble wrap. "We can't afford parties like we used to and now that my parents aren't as rick as they used to be they've been sort of ousted from their social group. So you can use this stuff for whatever you want. I figured we could use the dishware and the tablecloths Mom found in Morocco. This may be a hick town but it's a special occasion and it won't kill to show some class."

"And usin' this junk will probably make your parents angrier than a pack of hornets," said McGucket knowingly.

Pacifica flashed her winning, mega-watt smile at him. "Maybe."

She took the box and started to stand, accidentally hitting her head on the shelf above her. It jostled from the movement and one of the boxes started to tip off. McGucket swung Pacifica out of the way and the box crashed to the spot where she had just been, glass crunching within and several broken luxury candles rolling across the floor.

"Thanks," said Pacifica, handing McGucket the box. She then wrangled out the Moroccan tablecloths and then the two started back into the corridor.

"Is that all ya need?" asked McGucket, shutting the door behind him.

"We never exactly invested in streamers, balloons and your typical party supplies. Candy, Grenda and Gideon are getting that stuff. I have to go to the Shack and work out the playlist. Do you wanna come?"

"Sure thing!"

As they crossed the foyer towards the entrance, Pacifica couldn't help but glance down at the marked-up floor. "You know what, I'm getting you a cleaner too. You do not want to know how much these tiles cost, but they don't deserve this kind of treatment."

…

Candy and Grenda tore through the party decoration section of the general store, rifling through bins of neon party hats and noisemakers and sorting through rolls of streamers. Whenever they found something they liked they would toss it over their shoulder and into the cart.

"Oof!" Gideon grunted, a roll of purple streamers bouncing off his forehead and landing in the already-packed cart. "Are ya ladies almost done?"

"No! We have not gotten the confetti yet," said Candy.

"And a confetti cannon!" exclaimed Grenda.

Shaking his head, Gideon continued to follow after the girls as they wound their way down the aisle. Their cart was already full of balloons, streamers, noisemakers and packets of glitter. "I think we have enough."

"We're not leaving without the confetti," said Candy seriously.

Sighing, Gideon swung the cart around and went to check the other side of the aisle, where party favours and gift bags were laid out. As he was searching, Candy and Grenda found the cans of silly string. Exchanging mischievous glances, they each took one and snuck up behind Gideon.

"Surprise!" cheered Candy, and she and Grenda unleashed a wave of foul-smelling turquoise silly string upon the younger boy.

Gideon spluttered, raising his hands to block his face. "Stop that! My hair!"

"We were practicing for when Dipper and Mabel get here," said Grenda cheekily. "I think we did pretty good!"

Giggling madly the two raced down the aisle. Gideon slowly touched the substance sticking to his hair and his eyes narrowed.

"Don't make me set Ghost-Eyes on ya."

…

Pressing her face against the bus window, so that her cheeks and nose were squished against the glass. At the sight of the sign that welcomed them to Gravity Falls, she let out shriek. "Dipper! We're here, we're here!"

Dipper jolted out of his nap, rubbing at his bleary eyes. "What?" He nudged his sister aside, able to catch the sign before they passed by it. He grinned. "Yes! Finally!"

They gathered their luggage and the bus rolled to a stop. They climbed off the vehicle and stood on the edge of the road, immediately noticing the blue and pink streamers tied to the trees. "Well…this is a weird welcome," said Dipper in bemusement.

"It's like a cookie crumb trail, but without the cookies and with streamers!" Mabel swung her purple duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbed Dipper's hand. "Let's go!"

Hearts pounding with eager anticipation, they traversed through the trees, Waddles sniffing after them, following the path the streamers marked out, laced amongst the trunks and low-hanging branches. They walked through town, which was oddly empty, and continued towards the Mystery Shack. Even after the months away, they knew the dirt path well and could walk it with their eyes closed.

The second the Mystery Shack came within view the twins came to a halt, eyes widening at the dozens of people crowding the yard. There was a great roar of cheering when the pair finally stumbled out of the thicket and onto the property, and the first ones to rush towards them were Soos and Wendy.

"Dudes!" exclaimed Soos, swinging the twins into a bear hug. "I'm so happy you're here!"

"We are too!" said Dipper feelingly. "It's so good to see you guys."

"My people," said Wendy with a wide grin, looping her arms around their shoulders and squeezing. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

Soos set the twins down and Dipper removed the ushanka. "I think this is yours."

"And I do believe this is yours."

They exchanged hats and Dipper set the worn cap over his tousled brown hair. "Man, this is a lot lighter than I remember."

"Oh yeah, this will definitely keep me warm during the morning chills," said Wendy in satisfaction. She then gave Dipper and Mabel a proper hug. "Man, I missed you."

"We missed you too," said Mabel happily.

"Mabel!"

Mabel swung around and beamed at Candy and Grenda, who barrelled towards her. They collided in a hug, laughing delightedly. "Girls!"

"We are together again!" said Candy. She then glanced at Dipper's amused expression and added quickly, "And we are happy to see you too!"

"You don't need to lie. I know who the favourite is," said Dipper dismissively.

"It's pretty obvious," said Grenda jokingly, punching the boy in the shoulder.

Pacifica and Gideon walked over and Dipper grinned. "Bet you two are the happiest to see us."

"Can't you see it in my face?" drawled Pacifica, managing to maintain her indifferent expression.

"It's always a delight to see Mabel. I could do without ya," said Gideon with a smirk.

"I missed you losers too," said Dipper with a laugh. He exchanged a fist bump with Gideon and went to give Pacifica a hug, but hesitated. Pacifica stepped forwards and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick embrace before moving back.

"It's nice to have you both back," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and fighting back a blush.

Mabel gave both Gideon and Pacifica a hug, squealing happily. Robbie sauntered over, hands slung in his pockets. "Dork Tree," he sneered, giving the boy a noogie. "Star Shine." He gave Mabel's hair a light ruffle. "Can't believe you actually came back."

"Hey kids!" said McGucket, swooping the twins into a hug. "Welcome back!"

"Thanks for the party," said Dipper, glancing around at his friends, heart swelling with warmth. "You didn't have too."

"Any excuse to party, we'll take it. Besides, you deserve it. We've been waiting months for you to come back," said Wendy.

"Guess you dudes beat Mr. Pines and Mr. Pines," said Soos. "We haven't seen them yet."

"All right, we won." Mabel high-fived Dipper. "But I hope they get here soon. I really really can't wait to see them."

"Just like Grunkle Stan to make us wait," quipped Dipper.

"You can bring your luggage inside," offered Soos. "The attic is all ready."

"Thanks. Where will you and Abuela sleep?" asked Mabel.

"We will have our old house. We'll stay there for the summer. No biggie. I kinda missed living there, actually."

"Okay, we'll be back. Don't party without us!" ordered Mabel.

They made their way through the crowd, shaking hands, accepting backslaps and hugs from the townspeople who stepped forwards to welcome them back to Gravity Falls. Waddles wound around people's feet and scampered after the twins. They stepped over the threshold of the Mystery Shack and they were immediately assaulted with familiar scents, a mustiness and woodsy aroma that brought back a slew of memories.

"We're here," whispered Mabel. "We're actually here."

"Race you upstairs!" challenged Dipper.

They tore through the house and all the way up to the attic, where Mabel burst open the door. They stared at the two beds sitting almost side-by-side, a nightstand sitting between them. Mabel spun in a circle, letting out a sigh of contentment.

"Just like we left it, bro. Splinters and all."

Dipper dropped his bags on the bed and flopped back on the mattress, grunting when Waddles hopped onto his stomach before rolling off. "Is the Invisible Wizard still in the closet?"

Mabel wandered over and opened the door. "Hello?" she asked, waving a hand in the empty space. "Nope, don't think so. Too bad. He's going to miss one heck of a party."

They started back downstairs, pausing in the living room at the sound of the back door clicking shut. Glancing at one another, they moved towards the kitchen, where two very familiar figures came into view. With an ear-piercing shriek and eyes misting over with happy tears, Mabel charged forwards and launched into Stan's awaiting arms as Dipper raced over to Ford.

"Dang it, the runts did beat us," laughed Stan, holding Mabel close. "Told you your navigating stinks."

"I'm not the one who lost the map," shot back Ford, running his fingers through Dipper's brown strands. "You're a sight for sore eyes, kids."

"Sorry we're a bit late. Ran into some trouble. And it wasn't me losing the map." Stan set Mabel down so she could go to Ford and Dipper could step into his embrace. "How was your trip?"

"Tiring, hot and boring," replied Dipper. "But it's worth it."

"Where's Waddles?" asked Ford, glancing around.

"Hope you left him at home," sniffed Stan.

As if on cue, Waddles trotted into the kitchen and went up to Stan, nibbling on the edge of his pantleg. "He missed you," cooed Mabel.

"Don't know why," said Stan gruffly, leaning down to stroke the pig's head.

"Did you see outside? Everyone's here!" exclaimed Mabel. "They're having a party for us!"

"I figured by the number of cars cloggin' the driveway there was something goin' on," said Stan. "That's way we came through the back. Figured there'd be less of a chance of gettin' mobbed before we stick our junk in here."

"Better not keep them waiting," said Ford, setting Mabel to the ground. "I think we've done enough of that."

"Is there food?" asked Stan.

"A ton," confirmed Dipper. "At least three tables."

"Well heck, I'm starved. Let's go greet our adoring public."

Ford linked hands with Mabel and Stan wrapped his arm around Dipper's shoulders. They all knew they would have an entire summer to spend together, to share stories and spend all the time they wanted together. But tonight, they would celebrate their return not only with each other but with their friends, who were just as eager to have them back as they were to be reunited.

The second they stepped outside there was another chorus of cheering, and Soos and Wendy and McGucket hurried forwards to embrace Stan and Ford. There was a lot of excited chatting, good-natured insults and crying (mostly from Soos) and the party soon fell in full swing, pop music pumping through the speakers and laughter ringing throughout landscape.

The magical creatures of Gravity Falls eventually arrived to greet the Pines family for themselves, from the gnomes to the Manotaurs to the unicorns. It was an odd collection of people and creatures, if you were an outsider looking in. But to Dipper and Mabel, it was perfect.

Glass of punch in one hand, his other resting on Dipper's head, Stan listened to Soos speak animatedly, explaining the changes he made to the Mystery Shack with Wendy interjecting every now and then. Ford held Mabel in his lap, a contented smile on his lips.

Though they had been away for months, it was as if they had never left.

"We're home kiddos," spoke Stan quietly, watching as the sun drifted down over the horizon, washing them in a warm orange glow, promising the dawn of another amazing summer. "We're home."

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #dipper pines #mabel pines #Stanley pines #Grunkle stan #Stanford pines #Grunkle ford #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #Fiddleford mcgucket #pacifica northwest #Gideon gleeful #Robbie valentino #grenda gosling #candy chiu #to gravity falls from piedmont #byanimationnut

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Grimes sisters chapter 8

Pairings: Shane x Fabienne; Daryl x Alex

Warnings: drama, Shane & Rick butting heads, survival, walkers, being kidnapped, Merle being an ass

Words: 2359

Fabienne POV

My night had been very restless. My conversation with Rick was omnipresent in my thoughts. What he had said about Shane. I knew that Rick was supposed to know Shane best but I couldn’t go against my hearts wishes, could I? But I also didn’t wanna risk more problems with my brother so I finally decided to talk to Shane and end whatever it was between us for now.

No one was in their cells except Carol who was looking after Carl and Judith, it was a beautiful name and suited her well. “Good morning.” I greeted them friendly even if I wasn’t that happy in that moment. Everything seemed to go haywire. All the little problems nobody would have cared about when we were still on the run were suddenly so important. The everyday life seemed to slowly creep back to us and I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted that or not.

As I slowly walked outside to search for Shane and pictured in my mind what I would say to him. I was really afraid of his reaction. The sun was blinding me me as I looked around but I found him with Glenn at the fence killing some of the undead with crowbars and wooden pikes. I stepped closer to them “Good morning you two.” I said and smiled at them. “Could I talk with Shane alone for a moment?” I asked Glenn who nodded and moved away. Shane looked at me concerned “What’s up darling?” he gave me that signature smile of his. Damn he was so handsome I almost forgot what I wanted to say. “Well look...” I started a little insecure. “Let me guess… Rick talked with you and convinced you to back away from me...” he guessed correctly a dangerous edge to his voice. I was annoyed by all this as much as he was but I didn’t know which side to turn to. On the one hand there was my brother, my family on the other hand a guy I really liked and was maybe even able to imagine a future with. If we were gonna have one at all. I mean we could always be dead tomorrow… “Listen to me Shane! Maybe he’s right. Not about you being an asshole because you’re not but it is hart to build something up right now maybe we should wait until everything has settled a bit. I mean there is nothing between us anyways right? Just a bit of fun.” it pained me to say something like that but I knew that for now we had to keep a distance for the sake of the peace behind our walls. But my statement seemed to make him completely explode: “This is a bad joke right? It has to be. I’m being put up as the ass here… but right now you’re the bigger asshole here. You talk about the last days as if it was nothing?! How can you say that with a straight face?” he was really angry I could tell. I knew he was right. I was behaving like an asshole right now. It wasn’t easy for me either but I couldn’t tell that to him. I had to stay strong and go through with my plan. “You’re not an asshole. You know that.” I tried as last instance. His furious behavior scared me in that moment a lot. “we should give everything some time to cool down.” I said and looked in his eyes sincerely. But that response was definitely not what he wanted to hear from me. “You wanna wait? This has to be a joke. Where is the hidden camera? What do you wanna wait for? Rick is never gonna like this he just has to live with it. I’m not gonna let your brother dictate my love life! You’re doing everything your brother says don’t ya? I don’t need someone like you.” he startled me a lot as he hit against the fence next to my head with brute force. He just stormed off and I could almost see the steam rising from his ears. I couldn’t be mad about it. I understood him. I still didn’t think he’d react like this. A few minutes later I heard two people arguing and realized it to  be Shane and Rick so I stormed toward them to prevent them from doing something they’d regret.

Rick POV

I had just finished my shift at the guard tower when a really angry Shane came running toward me. He gripped my collar and shoved me into the next wall. A little bit startled I look at him. “What was going on with him? I thought and freed myself from his grasp. “You’re such an idiot!” he exclaimed. After I was confused for a second more I remembered my conversation with Fabienne yesterday evening. She must have really talked to him and now he had figured out who he had to thank for that and came found me. “What did you tell her?” he asked furiously. “The same things I have already told you before.” I snapped back. I wouldn’t let him talk to me like that. “She is able to make her own decisions, like you said before.” I couldn’t hold back the small spark of triumph in my voice which seemed to get him angrier than he already was. “If it wasn’t for you telling her some stupid lies she wouldn’t have pushed me away and let me look like an idiot today.! He screamed at me. “Stop it!” Fabienne suddenly threw herself between us. Shane pushed her harshly to the side. “Don’t you dare push her like that again. I swear you’ll regret it!” I growled at Shane an stepped in front of my sister. I could see the gears shifting in his mind if he should say something more but he seemed to have decided against it. It was probably for the best. I turned to my sister “You okay?” I asked her worriedly and took her in my arms. I didn’t wanna ask her what exactly she had told him. I thought she had made the right decision and was proud of her.

It was already noon and the sun high in the sky but Alex and Daryl were still not home. The others and I had decided yesterday that if they would not be back at noon today we would try and find them. Originally Shane, Glenn and Maggie were supposed to accompany me but I was sure I couldn’t count on Shane right now. “The city they went to is east of here.” Glenn said looking at the map while we packed up. The whole time I thought about if I should take Fabienne with me or if I could leave her with Shane. Glenn noticed my discomfort “She’s gonna be fine.” he looked at me encouragingly. We grabbed our gear and drove off…

Alex POV

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that my head was hurting like a son of a bitch. I forced myself to sit up. Where in hell was I? The next thing I noticed as I wanted to hold my head in my hands was that they and my feet were bound together. And where in hell was Daryl. “Hello?” I yelled in frustration about my situation. My heart was hammering in my chest. Adrenalin pumping through my veins. The last thing I remembered was that we met Merle and his explorer group in the  town. Did they hit us over the head and kidnap us? I didn’t have time to filter anything more out of my memories as the door suddenly jumped open and in came Merle and Daryl. My eyes widened a bit “Cut her loose.” Daryl demanded of his brother. As Merle stepped closer to me he had this shit eating grin on his face that I hated so much. After he had cut me loose I finally got the blood circulation in my hands flowing again. I rubbed my wrists because they stung like hell. Then Merle left the room and Daryl and I stayed back. “Where are we?” I asked him. “Woodbury. The community where Merle lives. It’s reigned by a shady guy calls himself the governor. They want us to stay and I think it’s not gonna be easy to get outta here. I got watched like a criminal.” he explained quietly. “We have to keep quiet for now. Can’t take a risk. Got it?” I nodded. Why did Merle do something like this to us… me alright… but to his own brother? Asshole!! It seemed like we were free to go outside so we did but we always had a shadow who made sure we didn’t leave. I felt like I was in a prison. In a real one this time. As I looked around I saw a lot of people, even children. “So nice of you to join us outside. The governor would like to meet you.” Merle came toward us. He grabbed my arm rather harsh and Daryl stepped in “Let her go brother!” he demanded again. Merle seemed unfazed but let go of my arm. We followed him inside a big building like a town hall or something. Everything looked so luxurious and we walked up a big marble staircase which led us through double doors into an office. Behind a desk was a brunette man sitting. The governor I presumed. “I welcome you to my modest home. Please sit.” he offered. We sat down skeptically. “What do you want from us?” Daryl asked a little annoyed. “We want to offer you safety, a home. You should be more thankful.” the brunette snapped. “You only have to follow some rules and then we can live together in peace.” we stared at him questioningly. “Well everyone has their own tasks. We will also find something for you. No one’s gonna leave the perimeter, understood.” he smiled sweetly. It was disgusting. As if I would have taken shit from this guy. He made me really angry. And for all this we had to thank Merle. God he was the biggest douche bag of them all. Rick and the others had to be worried sick by now. I just hoped they wouldn’t try to come get us and run directly into this trap. “You should rest now. we're going to talk about this when you have found your place here.” Suddenly I heard a familiar voice “Dinner is ready.” A blonde woman stepped into the room. I didn’t wanna trust my eyes and Daryl was perplexed too it was Andrea. We had thought her dead. I got up and wanted to go over to her. But a guard stopped me. But I was not gonna let that hold me back I turned around and kicked him right in the groin. Daryl had also already gotten up but he was also being held by a tall bulky guy. Merle immediately ran to my side and grabbed me he pulled me down to the basement rooms. The last thing I heard was Daryl’s voice “Get your hands off her you bastard. I’ll kill you!” he screamed and fought against the man behind him. I found out fairly quick that fighting didn’t work so I saved my powers and looked ahead. Merle violently pushed me into a room and locked it behind me. Wonderful I thought. And all that because I can’t keep my temper in check. But this ass had Andrea who we had thought dead for so long. When we had fled Hershel’s farm she went missing. I wished I had listened to Daryl once and kept my feet still. Well sometimes my body did things my brain hadn’t approved of yet. I glid down on the wall and slung my arms around my knees. Waiting was all I could do in that moment.

Daryl POV

Merle really kidnapped us and after I woke up he explained to me where he had brought us and that he wanted us to stay. But I definitely didn’t want to stay. At first I thought we could leave whenever we wanted but I was proven wrong quickly. It was not gonna be easy to sneak out of this community.

After Alex woke up I pointed out in what kind of a sticky situation we found ourselves in and that we had to keep quiet for now and put our heads down. We wanted to come up with a plan when the time was right. I was also worried that the others would try to get us outta here and would get themselves caught or killed.

When I saw Merle I was surprised, than happy and relieved. But I quickly noticed that he had changed and not to the better. He had always been a choleric but he would have never done anything like this to me before we got separated. After they had taken Alex away I was angry with her. Why didn’t she listen to me for once. I told her to fit in and keep calm. “Where did you bring her?” I asked angrily but nobody answered me. So I also saved myself the trouble to ask why they had Andrea. Who had also been brought away.

They got me to a room I was supposed to stay in but the only thing on my mind was Alex. Was she okay? I had to find her. I got myself and overview of the situation outside. People running through the square seemingly doing some kind of work for the community. Alex couldn’t be far. I was gonna search for her tomorrow and maybe I was gonna find a weak spot somewhere to escape. I had to be clever about it to not raise too much attention. I prayed to something that Merle didn’t hurt her or I swore I would have kill him.

#The Walking Dead #thewalkingdeadgirls #shane x ofc #daryl x ofc #series #original #Grimes Sisters

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Grimes sisters chapter 23

and as promised the last chapters are coming today.

Pairings: Daryl x Alex; Negan x Fabienne

Warnings: angst, reunion

Words: 2397

Fabienne POV

A few days ticked by, well 10 to be exact. Again I overheard Simon and Negan talking about a tour and again I wanted to tail them.

I hadn’t told Negan that he was gonna be a father yet. I was afraid of his reaction and needed to swallow all of the things that had happened myself first. Plus the right moment hadn’t offered itself either.

This time I wanted to be there first so I took a car when no one noticed and drove a slightly different way. I knew where they were headed after all. I hid the car a bit further out on a street they weren’t gonna be taking and walked the rest by foot. Excited I sat down behind a bush when I had reached the community and waited. Half an hour later I heard the saviors trucks rolling in. Again they stopped in front of the gate and they got out. I saw Negan last “We’re back, Rick!” he called loudly and next the doors opened. Rick, Daryl a big red headed man and a tall man with brown locks I didn’t know stood directly before them, blocking their way. I prayed that this was not gonna end bad. “We’re here to collect the things that belong to us.” Negan smiled sourly and I saw Ricks signature move hand going to his gun. “No! We’re not gonna tolerate this theft any longer. If you want it you’ll have to take it by force.” Rick announced self assured and then I got really nervous. I thought I knew Negan but he was unpredictable. A second longer I observed the situation and then Negan took a hold of his baseball bat again. Ready to break all hell loose and I couldn’t let that happen. The terrible grin on Negan’s face was enough to make me nauseous “what did I say last time and the time before that? What’s yours is ours if we want it. And you don’t stand a chance against my men and me.” he gritted out through his teeth. I could see that one vein on his neck pumping blood and that was a secure sign that he was furious and close to exploding. It was as if I saw a completely different person threatening my family and I couldn’t let that slide so I jumped out of my hiding spot sprinting toward the group. “It’s theirs! They have found it! It doesn’t belong to us!” Shocked they all turned around looking at me as if I was crazy. Negan’s men still have their guns aimed at my friends and family. “What in hell are you doing here, damn it Fabienne!” he had never spoken to me like that before and I was kinda shocked but only for a second before rage took over again. “Fabienne?” I heard it behind me and recognized my brothers voice almost breaking saying my name. But before I was gonna speak to him I needed to give Negan the lecture he deserved. “I already followed you last time you came here because I got suspicious where you had found all those fresh fruits and vegetables. Damn it what were you thinking? And I told you about Rick and my group and I trust that you had figured out this were them so why didn’t you tell me?” I was yelling at him getting angrier by the second. I was really hurt. I thought I knew him but turned out I didn’t. “I just want us to survive this, baby. I did this only for us and I swear I didn’t know that...” he tried to calm me but I interrupted him “Don’t baby me and tell me you didn’t know they were my people. Maybe you should sometimes turn your brain on then you would have probably been able to guess! Think carefully before doing anything more!” I growled at him. After all he didn’t have the right to talk to my family like that. But he didn’t do what I wanted him to. His men were still targeting my group. “Let them take their weapons down or...” I hesitated for a second but I was sure it was the only way to make him do what I wanted him to “or you’ll never see your unborn child.” at first he didn’t realize fully what I had just said but then I saw the hard expression shift into something softer. I immediately knew I had thrown him off with those news. Shortly he raised his hand and the others took the weapons down. But I was still so damn angry that I just stormed past him running into my brothers arms. Just them I noticed that tears were running down my cheeks. Suddenly my name was called again “Fabi!!” and I started sobbing again but this time in relief. I hadn’t known if my sister was still alive but she was and that made me incredibly happy. I turned toward her and she jumped a second later into my outstretched arms. Oh, how I had missed her. “You’re alive! I… I.. where have you been?” she cried hysterically. I didn’t know my sister like that. She was normally the more relaxed sister. “I’m gonna tell you later okay?” I asked her and she nodded. When I looked for Negan I saw that the saviors had retreated back to their cars without another word. This behavior was like a knife to my heart. In that moment I really wanted to cry. What if that was his way of telling me he didn’t want the baby and I was alone? He hadn’t even come up with an excuse. To say I was disappointed was the understatement of the year. I took a deep breath and sighed as they closed the gates but I had to see the positive side to this, I was reunited with my family.

Then Alex started talking again “we thought you were dead!” I shook my head. “No. After Shane’s death I couldn’t stay any longer. Everything reminded me of him including you and that just hurt too much. Day by day and week by week I made it through… I know I hurt you with that.” I told them. “Yes we were so worried and searched for weeks!” Rick sounded angry and I understood him. “And then we see you again after over a year and you are pregnant from the guy who killed some of ours and stole our food? How did you even meet?” he worked himself more and more into his rage and it honestly scared me a bit. Alex had her hand on his arm to calm him a bit. “Rick, please let her arrive before you ask holes into her.” she tried but to no avail he wanted to get an answer.

“At one point on my journey I found myself in a small hunting shed in the woods and, well, then he stumbled upon it and we got along very well. He was really nice to me the whole time. I didn’t recognize him earlier either. He told me he was building up this community and asked if I didn’t wanna join him so I agreed. Was better than being alone again. We worked together this whole time and he was always caring so at some point I fell for him. Please don’t make me feel guilty about my feelings. And I only found out I was pregnant a week or so ago but I couldn’t tell him before.” I somehow felt the urge to justify myself, even though I didn’t need to. “You saw that I was as shocked about Negan’s behavior as you were.” and again I felt the tears well in my eyes. Alex showed understanding and embraced me but Rick was still angry. I really understood him. Negan hat killed two of his people and had taken their supplies again and again.

“at least this time she prevented him from takin’ anythin’” I heard Daryl mumble and just then noticed him. Rick marched off still furious to cool down and I knew he would eventually.

After that kinda awkward reunion Alex took me into her house and to her and Daryl’s bedroom to talk. “I totally understand you. You are not to blame for your feelings. When he was always playing a different role around you being an ass to us how could you have possibly known that?” she asked rhetorically. “Well, but now I’m pregnant and that jerk just left.” I mumbled trying to hold back the tears.

“Hey, you know what? Tomorrow we’re gonna visit Maggie in Hilltop.” he proposed.

“Maggie made it too? Oh that’s wonderful. But what is Hilltop?” I was happy to hear about Maggie. So Alex started to tell me the story of Hilltop…

Maggie POV

I had been sitting on a bench outside the main house in Hilltop enjoying the sun when the gate was opened and a car rolled through. I got up going closer and saw Aaron who pulled me into a hug. Next Alex got out and then I saw… Fabienne? Yes that was her. How was she alive? They had told me she’d run away and naturally we had thought she didn’t make it. “Fabienne?” I asked surprised so she came walking toward me embracing me too. “Where have you been?” I wanted to know. “I  lost it after Shane had died and just needed to leave.” she looked down telling me that. “Come with me inside and let’s drink some tea.” I suggested and we went inside.

“I always thought you hadn’t made it out of the prison.” she stated but was happy to see me nonetheless and I knew she wanted to know my story so I told it to her.

“It was a really close call. But we made it. When the attack started Glenn had immediately gotten my father and Bethy out. I fled with Axel after we had run out of ammo and saw that it was a lost cause. On our way out we found Tara. She was one of the governors people but she was hurt so my helpers syndrome kicked in and we took her with us. Now she is one of our most trusted allies and helps us here a lot. In the forest we met Glenn with Beth and my dad and fled together.

Behind us we only saw the big smoke cloud coming off our destroyed home.

Of course we tried to find you but we didn’t have a tracker and we had the feeling that we were always running around in circles and when we had finally caught up to the signs you’d left you were already gone and we didn’t know where else to search. So we made our own way.

For weeks we fought our way through the world out there. Later we encountered a truck with Abraham, Rosita and Eugene. We were skeptical but also a bit desperate and went with them although Abraham’s harsh nature discouraged us a little to go with them. But I assume you’ve met them already and know they’re nice people. Well and then a bit more time down the river we had made it to Alexandria and met Rick and the others all by ourselves. Well and Jesus, who Rick and Daryl met during a supply run, took us with him to Hilltop when it got too crowded in Alexandria and my dad, as a former farmer, was needed here more. And the rest you probably already heard from Alex.” I finished.

“So I heard you are pregnant? Congrats to you and Glenn.” she looked at me expectantly. I nodded in affirmation and stroked absentmindedly over my belly. “yes 4 months along.” I said proudly. It was a miracle having a good place to raise a baby in those times. But I hoped that it was a good sign that better days were to come. “Well, I’m pregnant too.” Fabienne mumbled then and I thought I hadn’t heard right but it was true. She seemed to be uncomfortable with telling me that. I was curious who the father was. Had she met someone on her way? “The father is Negan.” she didn’t say anything more but it was enough. That was the guy whose group always demanded our crops. And Rick told me what he had done to them. Raiding their cellars and killing their people. How could Fabienne be with someone like that?

“I know what you think but he was so differently to me. I thought he was a good man… well I was wrong.” she confessed and I could see that she blamed herself more than anything even though it wasn’t her fault. She just simply didn’t know what he’d done to her family otherwise she wouldn’t have ended up with him. “And let me guess- you told him about the baby and he let you hanging? He is an asshole through and through. Don’t let him pull you down. You deserve better!” I told her. “Maybe we should show Fabienne through Hilltop.” Aaron intervened suddenly and I thought it was a great idea. But somehow I knew I was gonna be haunted by the knowledge who Fabienne’s baby's father was.

We ended in the gardens where my father and Beth were working. “Dad look who’s visiting.” I called and when they looked up their expressions turned to one of surprise.  

“Fabienne, my child, you’re here. That is wonderful. Welcome to Hilltop.” he greeted her. Beth had also come over and hugged her.

A sudden thumping noise shook us out of the nostalgic atmosphere. We whipped around and noticed Alex passed out on the ground. Immediately I called for help while Fabienne had kneeled down next to her “Alex? Wake up! What’s wrong?” but she didn’t react.

A minute later she came to herself “Alex? What happened?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. Suddenly I felt really nauseous and then there was this vertigo and then everything got black.” we had given her some water. The guys I had beckoned over carried her to the infirmary and just a few minutes later our doctor arrived to check her health….

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