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sourwolf-sterek32 · 4 years

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THIS MEANS WAR (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: It’s been nearly two years since the war with the Saviours ended. You and Daryl now ran the Sanctuary together and for once life was starting to look good. However, little did you know, your whole world was going to come crashing down around you very soon and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Jesus’ Twin Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings)

Chapter 12-

You barley got any sleep again, but that didn't matter because the second the sky slowly started getting lighter you were up. Daryl was still fast asleep with Dog lying next to him, but to your relief Dog just watched you as you quietly made your way out the hayloft above the barn before making your way towards the cell.

What you did not expect was to find Henry lying on the ground beside Lydia, the two of them holding hands between the bars until they heard you and quickly sat up and let go of each other.

Neither of them spoke as they stared at you and Lydia must have remember you from earlier as her eyes flashed down at the handgun and machete strapped to your belt. You adjusted the strap of your bow on your shoulder and sighed.

"I'm not here to kill you, kid. I just want to talk." You said, keeping your tone gentle as you walked towards the cell and took a seat on the old wooden chair while Henry watched you curiously from where he sat against the wall beside Lydia.

"I know about your mother and what she does to you. I've had my fair share of parents who abuse their kids.... My real parents died when I was a lot younger than you, my brother and I lived in an orphanage, do you know what an orphanage is?" You asked and the girl nodded as she listened to you speak.

"Sometimes good families would come in looking for a son or daughter to adopt, but it wasn't always good families. Some people just aren't meant to be parents and I found one of them. I would've been a bit younger than you and my foster father began hitting me. He'd make me believe that I deserved it, that I did something wrong and the only way to fix it was for him to physically hurt me. If I laughed I got hit, if I made too much noise I got hit, if I did anything that pissed him off I got hit. Hell, some days if I breathed I got hit. But at the time, he drilled it into me that I deserved it, that I should be grateful to have someone like him because there were people out there who'd do worse things to little girls, so I believed him." You began to explain before Henry spoke up.

"How'd you get out of it?" The boy asked and if you were being honest you forgot he was listening, but Lydia seemed to be listening curiously as well.

"One day it got really bad and he nearly killed me, threw a knife at me and everything. I ran away, found a payphone called my brother who was still at the orphanage and he told the people who ran the orphanage what happened and they came and got me. The man was sent to jail for attempted murder, but the funny thing was I still believed I deserved it, but my brother made me see the truth, he made me realise that it was wrong... my brother was good like that." You said sadly, looking away from the two kids as you stared at the ground.

"The world's changed, it's not how it used to be, it's different." Lydia tried to argue, but you shook your head.

"The world has changed, but beating and hurting people is not okay, especially not a kid like you. It was never okay in the old world and it definitely isn't okay in this world either. Parents should love their children, they should be hugging and supporting their kids, not beating them. Physical abuse is not love, it's not even close. Lydia, what your mother does to you, it's not love." You continued to say, but Lydia shook her head.

"It's how my mother shows love, it's how she's always shown love." She argued.

"Then your mother doesn't know what love is. You don't deserve what she does to you, but you'll be safe here, okay? Daryl and I won't let anyone hurt you, but we need to know if your mother is going to come looking for you." You said and Lydia nodded slowly as she tried to process what you just said.

"My mums not coming for me. None of them are. If someone dies or gets taken or whatever, they move on. Like they never existed, that's how it's always been. They don't come into contact with big groups unless they don't have another choice. That's why I was trying to find out everything I could about you, so when I escaped, I'd have something to give them. A reason for them to take me back." Lydia explained, surprising you slightly that she said so much before the door leading outside opened and a few seconds later Daryl walked in with a tray of food and froze for a second when he saw you and Henry sitting by Lydia.

"You're her daughter. Does that not matter?" Henry asked in disbelief and Lydia lowered her head as she stared at the ground and you had a feeling she was slowly understanding that what you had told her earlier was true.

"What about our missing people?" You asked, trying to change the swing of the conversation as Daryl placed the tray on the table behind you and leant against the table.

"If my mum found them, I can't think of a reason she'd keep them alive. Sorry." Lydia replied and you could hear the honestly in her voice as she spoke and you were glad that the kid was starting to trust you, but that meant Alden and Luke were probably dead. First your brother and now those two, you were going to kill her mother if it's the last thing you ever do.

"She got a camp somewhere?" Daryl asked, realising that you were too caught up in your own thoughts to think of the next thing to ask because of course that was the right question, if you knew where her group was then you might be able to go find them.

"Near the guard bridge. Maybe a mile easy. But we don't- they don't stay in one place for long." Lydia answered and that was all you needed to hear before you stood up.

"Thank you for being honest and I meant what I said earlier, I won't let anyone hurt you, okay?" You said and Lydia nodded as she stared at you before you turned back towards Daryl and Henry, "I'm gonna go find Tara, I'll be back soon." You informed and Daryl nodded before you walked out the room.

You spotted Tara and Yumiko standing on the watch platform by the gate and began making your way towards it before the gate began to open. You glanced out the gate spotting Connie and Kelly -you think their names were- and a few guards from Hilltop walking, but that wasn't what caught your attention. What caught your attention was the group of walkers in the distance marching towards the community. Shit, they weren't walkers. They were the Whisperers.

"Tara! They're here!" You yelled, not even bothering to look over at the woman on the watch platform to see if she had heard you or not before you sprinted out the front gate and ran towards the Hilltop guards.

"Get her inside now! I got her sister." You instructed, sprinted past the two guards who quickly grabbed Kelly before she could run after her sister and pulled her through the gate as you reached Connie’s side.

"They're here, we need to hide." You said, grabbing the women's arm as she stared you in confusion before she began to gesture to her ears and shook her head. Oh shit, she was deaf. Okay, come on Y/N, you knew a little bit of sign language, you did a course on it years ago.

You quickly pointed towards the not-walkers and then pointed towards the tall corn field because you did not have time to try think of the sign that what you wanted to say. To your relief Connie seemed to understand what you were talking about as the two of you ran into the field to hide.

You quickly ran to the edge of the field, Connie right beside you as you watched the group marched towards the community. There were only about 14 of them, but there was one person who wasn't wearing a mask and you knew that must be the leader, Lydia's mother. Her head was shaven bald and you didn't miss the sawn off shotgun strapped to her belt behind her back.

"I am Alpha. And I only want one thing from you; my daughter." The leader -Alpha- shouted and you realised she was looking towards the watch platform where you could see Tara, Yumiko, Daryl, Magna and Kelly all standing and watching. Shit, this was not going to end well.

"Our community is more than capable of defending itself!" Tara warned and you quickly tried to sign what they were saying so Connie knew what was going on. You were pretty sure you were getting some of it mixed up, but she seemed to be able to fill in the gaps and was glad you were doing it.

"I show you my face because we mean you no harm. I just want my daughter. I know you have her." Alpha responded, you kept your eyes on the bald woman as you signed it to Connie. You did not trust that Alpha woman, especially not after what Lydia had told you.

"Ya should turn around. Leave now 'n no one gets hurt." Daryl yelled and you watched in confusion as Alpha raised her hand towards the sky.

"Wrong answer." She stated and suddenly more of her group began to walk out from the woods and behind the crops towards the community. They all spread out in front of Hilltop, some staying back while others joined the first group, but there was no mistaking how many there was and you were willing to bet there was more hidden somewhere else.

"Did you kill our friends? We found their horses." Magna spoke up for the first time as you slung your bow off your shoulder and knocked an arrow on the string. There were a lot of them now and if they tried something you weren't going to hesitate to kill them, they killed your brother, they're lucky they're still breathing.

"No. Which one of you leads these people?" Alpha questioned and that was enough to set you over the edge. Her people killed the leader of Hilltop!

Connie must have sensed what you wanted to do because before you even began to pull the string of your bow back, her hand suddenly grabbed your arm and you turned towards her in confusion. She pointed towards the group and began to sign Alden and Luke's name and you sighed. Shit she was right, they might have Alden and Luke and if you killed her or any of her people then she would definitely kill them if she hadn't already. Shit.

"What the hell does it matter?" Daryl snapped, glaring at the woman.

"Then I'll just address all of you. Your people crossed into our land. There will be no conflict. Your people killed our people. There will be no conflict. I'm done talking. Bring me my daughter or there will be conflict." Alpha threatened and you shook your head. No way are you sending that little girl back to her, not after everything and you knew Daryl wouldn't either.

You watched as Daryl began to walk off from the watch platform, the others quickly going after him and you knew whatever Daryl was going to do would be a bad idea, but there was nothing you could do while hiding in the field with Connie.

Suddenly, the front gates to Hilltop opened and you watched in shock as Daryl began to walk towards the group who were on the other side of the small fence that protected the front gardens from Hilltop. What the hell was Daryl doing? He didn't even have his crossbow and that bitch had a fucking shotgun behind her.

Daryl stopped in front of the second wooden gate as he stood face to face with Alpha and began talking, but you couldn't hear what they were saying as you watched nervously. You quickly drew your bow, aiming your sights at the back of Alpha's head because like hell you were letting Daryl that close without backup.

Connie quickly grabbed your arm again, but you shook your head to try tell her that you weren't going to shoot unless she made the first move, when suddenly a baby crying filled the air. What the hell? Hilltop had a couple of babies, but they were inside the community.

You quickly glanced in the direction of the noise, not wanting to look away from Daryl but needing to know where the baby was. You spotted one of the Whisperers holding a baby to her chest with a body sling and you frowned in confusion. They bought a baby out here? These people were more messed up than you gave them credit for.

You were so focused on the baby and trying to keep your eyes on Daryl and Alpha that you didn't even realise three more masked people walked towards Hilltop, until one of them pulled the masks off the two others exposing Alden and Luke, both with their mouths gaged. And to make matters worse actual walkers began to make their way from the woods towards the community, either from all the talking or the baby still crying or both, you had no idea, but you didn't care.

You watched as Daryl walked back off into the community and you sighed with relief turning your attention back to the group of the Whisperers that began heading towards the walkers, no doubt to try lead them away like how they were leading that herd of walkers in the cemetery that night, but with the crying baby it wasn't working.

You could see Luke talking to Connie with his hands behind his back and you managed to pick up the word 'baby' amongst all of it and mentally cursed yourself for not telling her about that, but your thoughts were quickly taken away when the Whisperer holding the baby took the baby sling off and the crying baby on the ground. No, she wasn't going to leave that baby on the ground was she? She couldn't let her baby get eaten by walkers.

You watched for a few seconds as the Whisperer began walking away from the crying baby on the ground. Suddenly, a group of Hilltop people on the other watch platform began banging on the tin fence, trying to draw the walkers away from the baby but it wasn't working. Fuck. You couldn't let the baby get eaten, it wasn't the babies fault that it was born into this crazy group. God damnit.

You quickly pointed towards the baby on the ground and Connie followed to where you were pointing and quickly nodded in silent agreement as you both sprinted out from the field. You quickly drew your bow, firing an arrow at the walker closest to the baby and Connie did the same with her slingshot and took down the other walker.

You threw your bow over your shoulder and continued running towards the baby on the ground, not even caring about Alpha or her people as Connie ran beside you and kicked a walker away from you as you grabbed the baby from the ground.

Connie took down another walker with her sling shot before the two of you quickly ran back into the field. You tried to calm the baby down as you threw the makeshift baby sling over your head as you held the crying baby to your chest with one hand and pulled your machete out with the other.

The two of you quickly ran through the field side by side, not wanting to lose each other as Connie took down most the walkers you came across, not wanting the baby to get hurt.

Suddenly, a walker grabbed Connie's shoulder from behind, but you quickly took it down as she gave you a grateful nod before another walker appeared right in front of you. Neither of you had a chance to do anything before Daryl appeared out of nowhere and stabbed the walker and you sighed with relief.

"Ya good?" He quickly asked, glancing down at the baby in your arm and looking over at Connie before focusing back on you and you quickly nodded. "C'mon, let's go." He said and you holstered your machete and grabbed Connie's free hand as you both began following Daryl back to the community.

Daryl and Tara explained what was happening and how they were going to trade Lydia for Alden and Luke. You hated the idea, you didn't want to send that girl back to her abusive mother, but Alden and Luke were part of your group and you had to get them back. It was the only option, you knew that, but that still didn't make it any easier.

"Lydia." You called out, stopping her and Daryl as they began walking towards the front gate to make the trade. You were still holding the baby with the baby sling to your chest as you walked over to them. "You're a good kid and you deserve better than this, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Lydia replied softly, but you shook your head as you pulled out a small pink pocket knife from your pocket.

"My brother gave this to me when I was about your age, said young women needed to be able to protect themselves if they ever had to. I want you to take it." You said as you handed it to her. She stared at the pocket knife in her hand for a few seconds before she looked back over at you with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry about your brother." She whispered and you nodded watching as she tucked the knife into her pocket before Daryl grabbed her arm gently and began leading her towards the front gate.

You, Enid, Yumiko, Magna, Connie, Kelly and Henry followed them, but stood by the open gate as you watched the two of them walk towards Alpha.

You couldn't hear what they were saying, but sudden relief washed over you once Alpha released Alden and Luke and they quickly walked towards the group of you by the gate. Enid immediately hugged her boyfriend as Yumiko and Magna hugged Luke, but you were more focused on Alpha as Lydia walked towards her and you watched in shock as Alpha slapped Lydia across the face. Your hand immediately reached for your handgun on your hip, but Tara quickly grabbed your arm to stop you and you watched as the group of them began to walk away.

Daryl walked back towards you with an unreadable expression, but you knew him. You knew he absolutely hated what he had to do. He noticed Tara was holding your arm away from your gun still and he nodded towards Tara before he grabbed your hand.

"Ain't nothin' we can do 'bout it." He whispered and you nodded ever so slightly before looking down at the baby boy in the sling around your neck.

Once you were back inside the community Tammy Rose and Enid helped you check on the baby to make sure he was okay and healthy, so you went to the infirmary and Daryl followed as they checked on the baby and to your relief he seemed to be perfectly fine.

You weren't really sure what to do with the baby, it wasn't like you had a orphanage for him, but after growing up in an orphanage you wouldn't want to put him through that. Tammy Rose had asked if you were okay with the baby, but before you could respond Daryl had said yes and that was that. You knew Daryl wanted a kid, you had talked about it many times over the years, but you couldn't have them and he knew that and he never got angry or anything at you for it, but now you did have a kid, well not a kid, he was a baby, you had a baby. How was that even possible? You were probably the least qualified person in the community for the job, but everyone had encouraged the idea and you had to admit, you were already in love with the little boy.

Daryl helped you feed him from a bottle with formula since you had both helped raise Judith, you knew he gist of looking after a baby. One of the other women in Hilltop who had a baby had given you a few clothes and baby gear that she didn't need anymore and you were grateful for that and now had the baby boy in a blue one piece jumpsuit.

That night you and Daryl were back upstairs above the barn and Daryl had set up a spare baby cot beside the blankets on the ground where you two sleep. Dog was lying on the ground beside the cot almost protectively while you tried rocking the baby boy in your arms to get him sleep with no luck.

"We had to give Lydia back, right? We had to do it, she isn't ours 'n they would 've killed Alden 'n Luke, but did we do the right thing?" Daryl asked softly, breaking the silence as you rocked the baby boy in your arms and looked over at Daryl who lowered his head and rubbed his face with hands, really struggling with giving Lydia back to Alpha.

"It doesn't feel like it, but we had to put our people first, even if it hurts. It's what Rick and Paul would have done if they were here." You answered giving Daryl a sad smile and he nodded as he leant over and wrapped his arm over your shoulder and kissed the side of your head.

Daryl gently took the baby from your lap and began bouncing him on his knee and you couldn't stop the small smile spreading across your face as you watched Daryl with the baby boy. He was good with kids, he was good with Judith when she was a baby and you knew he secretly wanted a baby of his own, but you could never give him that, no matter how much you wanted to... But, now it looks like were finally about to do it.

"Umm Daryl? Y/N? I found this in Henrys room." A young girl's voice said and you quickly looked over at the stairs to find one of the Hilltop teenagers -Addy, you thought her name was- standing by the top of the stairs holding a small piece of paper and you could already guess what was written there as you grabbed it.

"Shit." Daryl muttered under his breath as he took the paper from your hands and shoved it in his pocket and handed the baby back to you. "We gotta tell Tara, I'll track him."

"I'm coming with you." You responded, standing up as you cradled the baby to your chest who had finally fallen asleep.

"Nah, you've been through enough. Stay here 'n rest." Daryl instructed, but you shook your head. Like hell you were stay back while Henry was out there and you sure as hell weren't going to let Daryl go alone.

"We both promised Carol that we'd keep an eye on Henry. I need to do something, I can't just keep sitting around in this community, in Paul's community." You said and Daryl sighed, but nodded as the two of you walked down the stairs.

You spotted Connie sitting at one of the picnic benches outside Barrington house and pointed towards her and Daryl nodded, seeming to understand what you were saying as he walked off to Barrington house to tell Tara while you walked over to Connie.

She gave you a friendly wave once she spotted you and you smiled softly at the other woman before you showed her the letter Henry wrote and her eyes went wide in shock.

"Daryl and I are going after him." You said while trying to sign it to her, but it was a little hard with the baby in your arms, but luckily she seemed to be able to lip read. "Can you look after the baby until we come back?" You asked and Connie smiled with a nod.

'Of course.' She signed as she held her hands out and you carefully handed her the baby boy as she cradled him to her chest and began to rock his sleeping body slowly.

"Thank you." You signed and said before you spotted Daryl walking out Barrington House with Dog beside him and you jogged over to him as the two of you headed out to find Henry.

NEXT CHAPTER

A/N- Link to Masterlist in bio. I will reblog with my Daryl Dixon Tag List, if you want to be added to the list, just comment below.

I couldn't keep Y/N wanting to kill Lydia, I love Lydia although I will admit I was really suspicious of her at the start, but I love her and yes Connie doesn't go with Daryl and Dog, from this point on there’ll be a lot of cannon divergence in this fic, I hope you guys like it.

Anyway, the next chapter will be up on the weekend, but until then stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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softboyuris · 6 years

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Nerves

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Implied smut, probably swearing

Word Count: 2389

A/N: This is really choppy, I apologize. There was more but I chopped it off at the end. Also, I am considering posting my series rewrite for TWD and maybe Supernatural, anyone interested?

Description: Reader lies down for a nap in Carl’s room. Little does she know her mind is in a different place than she would have liked.

Y/N was sitting on the edge of Carl’s makeshift mattress, Negan having taken most of them away when he came for “his shit” the week prior. She was fiddling with her fingers, wringing her hands together or clasping and unclasping them awkwardly.

Except, she wasn’t uncomfortable. The situation wasn’t awkward. And even if it was, Y/N wouldn’t have felt the same because she never got nervous or awkward. She believed that a situation is only made awkward if you make it so.

Carl, on the other hand, was feeling a tad uncomfortable. He wasn’t use to these types of situations and didn’t know how to handle them so he therefore resorted to feeling nervous.

They were only in their current predicament because Y/N and Carl did not understand what privacy meant. It was neither of their faults; they would come and go from each other’s rooms so often there was never a need for knocking. Hell, she spent more time in his four walls than her own, it was practically a shared room.

But today, despite the strange noises, he didn’t knock, he barged right the fuck in. It was his room after all, and saying Y/N was more than embarrassed would have been an understatement.

She didn’t do anything wrong, she actually wasn’t even aware she was making any noises until Carl has shaken her awake. He had never heard his name called out like that before and the quickened beating in their chests had yet to return to normal as Carl stood in front of her, cheeks burnt red.

It wasn’t the first time it had happened, with Y/N. She had been having the same dream once or twice a month since they arrived in Alexandria and she finally got some actual sleep, but this time was different. She had never, never caught herself verbalizing the things that happened in the dreams.

She had told Maggie about them, she was the closest person not only to her age but to Y/N herself. They had grown to be quite the pair and she went to Maggie when something happened and she couldn’t go to Carl, normally things of this nature.

She helped her to cope with it and Y/N never felt the need to inform Carl of her dreams, despite them becoming more real with each passing month.

Y/N didn’t mean to fall asleep in the middle of the day, but she hadn’t gotten that much sleep the night prior and with the knowledge that Carl was outside the door keeping watch, she had fallen into a deep slumber.

If she had known today would be the day she was going to have the dream again, she never would have let her eyes close. Not for a second. And this time, it felt so real.

For a moment, when she woke up, she could have sworn it had actually happened. Probably didn’t help all that much that Carl had been the one to wake her. But nonetheless, she could still feel his hands on her body, exploring every inch and devouring her lips as if they had little time to live. And in all honesty, it was true.

She didn’t like Carl, not in that way. She was sure of it, or ar sure as someone who had never caught feelings before could be. They were best friends, that’s all. And they lived in a world ravaged by the dead, them being two of the three teenagers who still lived, or that they were aware of. She would not let herself ruin their friendship over some stupid dream that was just her hormones going untamed.

Carl had different plans, unknown to Y/N at the time or else she would have chosen her words differently when she finally did speak up. Or more when he asked that question.

Y/N didn’t really hear him at first, mumbling a response she figured he would be happy with, and she wasn’t all aware of how she came to say what was said, but it was out there and there was no turning back now.

“I don’t know Carl. You give me the feels. The good, the bad, and the sexy. And I love it. I love you.” It had all come out in one rushed sentence, and as soon as she realized the words that had fallen from her mouth, she was mortified. She stared at him blankly, blinking once, mouth open slightly in shock.

Carl had never seen the girl nervous before, or at least not this nervous. She had been once, but he didn’t notice it at the time because she was so damn good at covering up how she really felt about a situation. He only found out when she had gone to him later that day, apologizing for being so antsy.

The confused expression on his face when she said that was all she needed to know that she had aced the skill of hiding what she felt and she would have been damned if she didn’t utilize it later on.

She had gone back to wringing her hands together, staring intently at the desk table thing Carl was leaning up against with his arms crossed. He narrowed his eye at her. This was new. This was another situation in which Carl had no experience. IT’s not like they hadn’t said those words to each other before but it was always in a different context; it was a friendly sort of love, Carl wasn’t so sure that’s how Y/N meant it.

He didn’t understand why he was doing it and she didn’t know why she felt okay with it but his brain no longer in control, he had taken a few steps to close the distance between the two, crouching down so he could bring himself closer to the girl he had called his best friend since the world went to shit.

It’s not like he hadn’t considered it. He was living in a freaking apocalypse and she was the only girl his age, of course, he had thought about it, but he never thought it would actually happen.

But then his lips met hers and he suddenly felt whole again. After everything he had been through, getting shot twice, being attacked by multiple communities and surviving, being on the run from the walking dead, having to deal with his eye and Negan, he actually felt happy.

It was right in front of him the entire time, the person who was always right by his side in everything he did, always supporting him and making him feel better when he felt like shit. How could he not have noticed? His key to all things good in life had been with him for years but he never stopped to look.

Her lips weren’t soft as most girls would be; she had a tendency to bit on them when tension would rise, leaving them scarred and rough, almost calloused. His, however, were. They were soft and plush and Y/N never wanted to pull away. But he kissed roughly as if he had been waiting for her to make a move for ages, and she kissed back with a soft, calm passion, bringing her hands to rest on the back of his neck as she pulled him closer.

Neither noticed the change in position as Carl leaned more into the kiss and Y/N fell backward onto the blankets, bringing Carl with her. They parted only long enough to bring air back into their lungs but it was a millisecond of a pause before they were connected once again.

Their lungs burned but they ignored it, they had enough oxygen to avoid passing out and they had subconsciously been waiting for this to happen longer than was even comprehensible.

They never wanted to be farther than a few feet from each other ever again. In fact, both were pulling the other closer despite no room being left between them.

Maybe it was the lingering memories and the too real-feeling touch of Carl’s hands on her from her dream. MAybe it was the fact that said dream was becoming a reality, Carl’s hands caressing every inch of Y/N he could reach, settling comfortably on her waist, or maybe it was the throbbing close to the bottom of her stomach that intensified with each kiss. Whatever the culprit, the world around them seemed to fade away and for a moment, the dead didn’t roam the earth, Negan wasn’t looking to kill every last civilian in Alexandria, and Carl’s dad and Michonne weren’t downstairs in the living room, the potential of them barging in at any moment wasn’t on their minds.

Things escalated quicker than expected. It was supposed to be one kiss, one kiss to show that he was okay with the thought of Y/N and him together, maybe even like it, wanted it, but he didn’t mind when she had given the reigns a pull and his body merged with hers, his hips grinding softly into hers.

It was a new feeling, being so intimate with someone, but he was enjoying it, little to his knowledge, Y/N was enjoying it even more. So it went without protest when Y/N’s hands traveled down from his neck to his hips, finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head, knocking his hat, which had surprisingly stayed settled, lopsided albeit, off his head.

He had let out a whine of protest when he had to pull away from her to get his shirt off which was quickly followed by a laugh from the two as his hat fell on her face, the corner nicking her eye. “My, that hat is dangerous.” She laughed, briefly rubbing at her eye.

“Are you okay?” Carl tried sounding genuine in his concern but she could hear the laugh bubbling up in his throat and lacing his words in silk strands. She smirked before pulling him back down to her, lips coming together once again.

Her hands were back on his neck, pulling him as close as she could as her fingers played with his hair. It was unclear who had let out the first moan, but once one started, the other followed, capturing the others moan in their mouth, a good effort to keep each other quiet.

Carl subconsciously squeezed Y/N’s waist followed by his hips rolling into hers and she wanted nothing more than to get those pesky jeans off the boy on top of her. Or at least hers. The more friction the better, that she knew.

Carl moved his lips from hers to her jawline, traveling down until he reached her collarbone and nipped, a particularly loud moan leaving Y/N. Her hands were now close to his bum, thumbs looping underneath the rough fabric of his jeans, resting there when she stopped her movement as Carl’s lips had found her neck.

When the loud noise left her mouth, she could feel him laugh, vibrations running through her chest and warming both her heart and the feeling in her stomach.

He smiled against her skin, shushing her. “Stay quiet or we’ll be interrupted.” He muttered, still attacking the delicate skin on her neck. She closed her eyes in pleasure. Moments later, Carl’s lips return to hers, leaving the now wet skin on her neck exposed to the cool air.

His breathing grew heavier as Y/N trailed her hands down his bare chest. He was now on his back beneath her, only wearing his boxers. She had finally gotten his jeans off and was smiling into the kiss as she flipped them over so she could be on top, letting out the girliest squeal when Carl pulled her hips down to meet his and the tent that greeted her still clothed area.

His fingertips lightly drew up from her hips to her shoulders, and then settled on her waist. He let out a deep chuckle into the kiss when she squealed, never having heard her make a sound of that pitch before. His hands weren’t left in one position for too long, moving up and down constantly, eventually bringing her shirt over her head and tossing it beside them.

Y/N kissed his jaw, pushing herself up so she could look at him, remembering every feature, movement, and sound; remembering the moment for everything it was. His eye met hers and he smiled. “My dad’s downstairs…” Carl mumbled as she brought her lips back down to his. “We should stop.” His actions were louder than his words, however.

He shifted her hips away from his and onto the sheets beside him and began crawling onto her once more. His knee nudged her legs apart, allowing him space to settle between them. Their lips were back together once again, Carl’s thumbs resting underneath the fabric of her bra as she brought his hips down to meet hers.

The door creaked open, and Y/N pulled away from Carl, not daring to look anywhere but into the eye of the boy above her. They had been so caught up in the moment that they didn’t hear their names being called from downstairs; it had been going on for the past five minutes.

Someone cleared their throat, but she wasn’t sure who, although she had a pretty good guess. Carl was staring down at Y/N with a wide eye. He flattened his lips, closing his eye and shaking his head slightly in what Y/N could only guess to be disbelief when the person in the door spoke.

“Get dressed quickly. And then join me downstairs, please.” Rick ordered and Carl’s head fell into the crook of Y/N’s neck when he heard the door shut, eye still squeezed shut.

Y/N let her head fall to the side, forcing out a breath of air through her mouth. “Told ya,” Carl muttered, muffled by his position.

“Yeah, you did.” Y/N said, pushing the boy off of her so she could grab her shirt and pull it back on. “Come on. No need to keep him waiting.” A reluctant Carl pushed himself up so he was standing in front of Y/N, she didn’t look nervous at all.

#carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #twd #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead #smut ish

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pastelbatfandoms · 5 years

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Fanfic Asks

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today? It was a Sailor Moon one titled Save Our World I wrote it on a bunch of loose leaf paper and I mean I wish I could still reread it but the Binder it was in disappeared after I moved out of My Dad’s years ago. along with all My other Sailor Moon Fics and Drawings....Still abit Bitter over that anyway...It was about Sailor Saturn saving The World because Moon couldn’t,it was ok but I don’t think I needed to describe each and every Sailor Scout that showed up lol The ending Battle was cool though.

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come? That I’ve published on here My AHS Apocalypse Story ‘Half God/Half Devil’,That I haven’t Published on here yet,My Freddy Krueger Story ‘The Dream Lovers.’ I think I’ve come far in certain aspects but I still think I was a pretty good writer at 13 yrs. My Stories are more Mature now but they do at times lack the imagination My older one’s had.

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic? My ‘Wells of Hearts’ one from The Flash

4. In your opinion and without looking at any numbers, what’s your most popular fic? My WWE ‘Cat and Mouse’ Fic.

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that? Besides Wells of Hearts, My TWD One ‘Kings and Queen of Disaster.’

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that? Nope

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)? ALL OF THEM lol They’re are Two I will probably not finish though because of Lack of interest and lack of Music Videos. My Teen Wolf one and My Gotham one.

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)? Wells of Hearts

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material? No,I have to have inspiration. and watching or reading the source material is the best way to get inspiration and reading Fanfics!

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it? No

11. Have you ever written a fic for a concept you know someone else has done before? How did it impact your writing process or feelings after posting? No that’s almost plagiarism...maybe when I was younger and didn’t know better.

12. Have you ever written a fic and decided never to publish it? Why? My Sailor Moon Fics and Older WWE/WWF Stories just because I never typed them up or posted them to anything until now.

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today? I’m WAY more of a Smutty Fan Girl lol

14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today? ^^ That

15. Have you ever purposefully written one fandom/fic idea over another because you knew it’d be more popular? Maybe idr

16. Have you ever stopped writing a fic/for a fandom because it wasn’t receiving enough attention? Yes

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic? My Shane Mcmahon one’s...lol

18. What’s your most underrated fic? Everything else! lol jk My Wells of Hearts Story and My Dean Ambrose one.

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

20. Have/Would you ever rewrite a fic? If yes, would you take the original down? Nah

21. If someone starts kudosing and commenting your fics in a spree and has a few works of their own, would you go look through theirs? Yeah if by some Miracle that actually happened!

22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed? Nope

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten? On My unfortunately now Dead Gotham Story ‘One Hell of a Butler.’

24. What’s the meanest review you’ve ever gotten? Do you think the reviewer intended it? None

25. What constructive criticism, however well-meaning, always makes you feel bad when you see it in a review?

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

27. If you could only ever write crossovers or single-fandom fics ever again, which would you pick? Single Fandom.

28. if you could only ever write for a single crossover or a single fandom again, which would you pick? Um yeah not happening. Maybe WWE...

29. Does the division of your writing across fandoms line up with your reading? What’s the biggest discrepancy?

30. Do you continue to write for a fandom after you’ve moved on or do you focus solely on the new one?

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right? Robert Englund’s not the easiest but he IS a real person lol

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying? Eobard Thawne

33. Is there any particular character whose scenes always wind up being longer/more frequent than you expected? Does the quality hold up? Yes with Eobard and yes I like to think so.

34. Was there any fic that you wrote that really surprised you in the fandom reaction? Was it just by the numbers or did they take it an entirely different way?

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to? No

36. Have you ever sincerely written a ship you do not support into a fic? No

37. Have you ever purposefully bashed a character/ship in a fic? No

38. Have you ever purposefully written something you know your readers would find uncomfortable/would not enjoy? If yes, why? um No idk

39. Do you consider yourself to have a readership?

40. Do you feel like you put out enough content? lol No

41. If you cross-post your fics on multiple sites, do you have a favorite? Are there certain fics you would only post on certain site?

42. How many views has your most popular fic gotten? Cat and Mouse. Pt 1 has 60 notes,pt 2 has 88 Notes and pt 3 has 56 notes!

43. Your least popular? Surprisingly My Harry Potter one ‘A Perfect Distraction,’ It only has 1 Note! C’mon guys I KNOW they’re are Lucius Malfoy Fangirls!!

44. Do you follow/favorite/kudos/comment/review more stories than you have received? No

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself? Smut lol

46. Do you consider yourself a diverse author? um sure

47. If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first? Yes. depends on what they like. but probably My Riverdale one ‘Mughead.” It’s the most pg.

48. Does anyone you know from outside of fandom know you write fanfic? Are they involved in the same fandom too? Yep and some

49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it? Yes My Mom

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive? I think so.

Also here’s My Masterlist

#fanfiction #survey #noes #riverdale #the flash #wwe fic #twd fanfiction #ahs fanfiction #ahs apocalypse

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elanska · 4 years

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newlyweds in atlanta (a ZA wish fulfillment research note, also doubling as KHR!OC romance fic crossover with TWD, kinda)

since mangasite crashed about 2 weeks ago(?) I've been relapsing into my zombie apocalypse addiction. No, not something useful like practising my cardio, but by reading the walking dead fics in AO3 (it's a scary experience without the EXCLUDE filter. What's wrong with people thinking zombies makes a good sexy time background? I know, I know that ZA are MOSTLY about humans and their way to deal with zombies, I just thinking it will mostly involving cool ACTIONS instead teenagers bringing their car into zombies infested parking lot and giggling 'I'm so scared, plz hold me' action type. It's not cool man, not even if your date bringing a tank. I meant, what if I said no to his/her advances? will I be trapped in a tank?)

'kay, so since trying to find non-romance ZA fics in TWD section in AO3 kind of tiring (I found several nice ones, but still need moar! moar!), I'm kinda running my own.........err, general headcanon that devolves to plotline to wish fulfilment (yeah, it degenerates further and further) about what happen if I throw a ballpark of awesome! that is mah baby TYL!Hibari Kyouya into The walking Dead setting.

Kyouya also accompanied by Kusakabe - I had 110% sure that Tetsu's flame is lightning, only to google later that he's canonically a storm (dammit! ah well, storm is fine too, even better perhaps). I'm making headcannon that Tetsu's box weapon is storm trapjaw ants (18 of them in one box; Bianchi have 20 storm scorpions, I'm not sure how much boxes she has, but let's headcannon that those 20 scorpions can fit into one box; Kusakabe has 2-3 box of them of course, and maybe have another type - bees maybe? for aerial recon; anyway all of Kusakabe's pet box characteristics are hard-worker like he is. I still trying to find another storm animal that can go surveillance underwater but can't think any at the moment. Kyouya's having firepower, so Kusakabe's more into support and versatility. And equipped with storm flames, that means Kusakabe is OP as fuck)

Oh yes, talking about his main box (the trapjaw ants) they can launched themselves through the air (dis true IRL) with storm flame it will meant unlimited zombie headshots (or until Kusakabe's drop from exhaustion, which considering how sturdy he is = not likely happen anytime soon). The more fantasy and wish-fulfillment parts are that those ants can do wish-fulfilment lifting. Yea, real ants can lift 1000 times their mass, BUT! to give you estimate how wish fulfilling heavy-duty these mafia ants are, they can lift a class A RV (yes, those weighted > 30,000 pounds. I told you this is wish fulfilment; also, shounen mangas about magical mafias). Okay, he might use two boxes of ants, but anyway, they can still lift the RV dammit! I want to have an RV and I will have it in my fic! It's not my fault that I can't find whether the box storage can act as free item bag or just their pre-determined crafted for that one-item-only storage box (if it's the previous, it can be used to store the RV). Since I'm not sure, I have to opt for making awesomesauceness that is Kusakabe's OP-as-fuck!ants; it also will force Kyouya to do multiple supply run with Glenn to the town (otherwise they can just raid Costco warehouse once and then leaving before even meeting Rick, and we can’t have that)

But wait! you critical readers might say, why with Glenn? why not with the heavy-duty Kusakabe who doubles as undead’s annihilator which more efficient and makes sense? Well, you readers might already know that I ship Kyouya x Namimori(+Hibird), and so we have give him an OC, which is absolute baggage in physical fitness(+very useful in people's surveillance + cute + absolute mental terror). No, we're not kidding about the absolute mental terror bits. You had to remember that she's created by us, so she has special snowflake feature that bordering supernatural (it's not as bad as her gender-inverted version in my other ZA fic/drabble/plotline that goes full-blown supernaturally awesome (but in that setting, every normal humans evolved to have supernatural ability), However in this story, her bordering supernatural skill is just have ultra-good perception of people (which almost a necessity on every TWD!OC in fix-it fic; and trust me, since TWD TV episode came up with rage-inducing stupidity like the Alexandria’s great zombie race, fix-it! fics are fucking needed!). She'll need to engage in talking with the target to gauge them though, won't be able to see bad people from their aura or by prophetic vision or something like that. I meant, do you see how in season 2, Dave get to probe and pinpoint what’s Rick and Hershel base is? that was amazing, and Dave was just being a normal human!

Where was I? oh yeah, since Kyouya's soulmate is not fit to do a supply run, she had to stay at quarry (and hassled people to do somekind of makeshift fence to secure the camp) while Kusakabe guarding her. People are not really inclined to do so + maybe scolding her for paranoid thought and scaring people (for insinuating that the walkers can arrive at their camp undetected). Risa (the namimori+hibird's fusion) smile and nod, and move her+Kyouya+Kusakabe own camp a noticeable length away and make their own makeshift barricade around it (Kusakabe's flame is storm remember? they can get logs as many as they want, and you can make makeshift rope from branches and twigs - Risa's dad likes camping, but since Risa's not very fit (yet still insisting to come with him + her physically fit siblings), she usually stuck in their camp, doing this kind of useless but fascinating shits). When confronted about it, she just said "well, me and Kyouya having social anxiety of being in crowds + since we're worried about possible attack, we'll stationed ourself as outpost and can warn you on impending attack. Also, let's make couple of outdoor toilets, in case of several people need to go at once and it's safer than going to woods alone to relieve yourself." Risa will act as buffer from Kyouya having to deal with other people, because Kyouya might be awesomely OP as fuck, but in zombies story, hell is often other people. Don't worry bebe Kyouya, I gave you Risa to terrorise them mentally ahem, I meant, level the playing field of annoyance.

(if you think Lori is annoying, well, Ed Peletier usually walking quickly in another direction when he sees Risa coming. No, no, she won't issuing royal orders as a first lady or anything, it's just ‘Ed like survivalist stuff right? you're bringing MRE! how awesome! no, it's yours, I won't ask you for share. You have your own family to take care of, what happens if they run out? I am and adult and have responsibility to get food on my own! but Ed definitely knows how to do survival stuff right? like digging outdoor toilets, or making snares, or making wattle fences, let's make example to show how it's correctly done!’ - kind of annoying. Aside from those little projects, she also intending to make biogas generator from those outdoor toilets (this idea rejected by everyone because ewww, carrying pail of human waste? thanks but no thanks), so she gives up and just make simple outdoor toilets = dig a hole, making raised platform from excess log for the toilet seat, makes lots of wood shavings after use). She can't force people to follow her ideas anyway (Yes she know that Dale has RV, but it's for Dale's own use, not some kind of public restroom. what if it broken down or two people need to go at once?)

Anyway, aside from those little projects that makes people defer to her as 'hippy, camping girl', Risa also propose to have small pond on the campsite (doable with tarps salvaged from supply run + wood logs (for the foundation basis) + stone for weights), just in case they somehow need water for emergency and can't go to quarry because it’s night time/landslide/there are walkers around/etc. As well as making manual washing machine, also roping Jim to convert gas-fueled cars into electric car project (yes, the last one is unlike any other, but Jim is noticeably depressed and may need to be worked out to avoid suicidal thoughts + gasoline seems to dwindling). Now you understand why people generally walked in another direction when spotting her walking to them (or mutter 'oh god, what crazy ideas she's proposing to do now')

Oh yeah, after spending a week in quarry and seeing Risa getting chummy with everyone (also makes people half-heartedly doing her 'better encampment!' ideas or muttering excuses to not to and flee/hide when they spot her), Kyouya finally propose to her! People gasps! Because Hibari is a different kind of terror (of the zombie!mower variety, also, he beats Merle into submission and kinda recruited him to his Foundation member, sorta)

Anyway, Kyouya professing harboring +10 years of crush but always busy with works and not really understand about this feeling!TM until he heard that she's permanently transferred to USA at her work, and buy tickets for same plane as her. Risa blushingly accepts his proposal - because she always likes Hibari. She thinks it’s just being good friend, but she likes the feeling that she's safe whenever she with him, and can see themselves growing old in namimori together. People clapped (somewhat confusedly at the non-romantic acceptance speech) when Kyouya put a ring on her wedding finger. Good thing they didn’t hear what he whispered to his new bride.

"it has GPS tracker function, so I would always know where you are." "is it battery operated? can it charged with solar panel?" "kinetic motion, it's charged when you're moving your arm." "ooh, like when I'm walking. Nice!”

*cough cough* they’re one of a kind pairing. So, this scene is why I’m naming this whole note/wish fulfillment/crossover fic (sorta) with Newlyweds in Atlanta

I kinda forgot that in the intro scene, we'll have action packed scene in which Kyouya + Kusakabe battling zombies inside airplane! (those three are seated in first class section, zombies started in economy, there are about 13 zombies in total when people stampeding into first class? with 10 zombies busy eating people in economy and 3 zombies eating people in business (I'm not sure if it's too many or too little, if I saw even one people start ripping people throats with their teeth, I'll start leg myself out of the way there, but then again, I'm always afraid of zombies). Kyouya putting sleeping Risa (whose crappy physical condition makes her goes into catatonic coma everytime she sleeps, no seriously, she'll sleep through ZA if it happens on her bedtime) inside Sphere Needle Form, which you know, totally impenetrable but also have limited oxygen inside (since she's in coma, Kyouya thinks she'll be fine until he finished disciplining the troublemaker on the airplane). He subduing the three zombies using the Vongola unlimited handcuffs but noted the people they gnawed are also rise from the dead and attack one cabin attendant who after cuffed for safety precautions, became zombies as well.

Since it's dangerous as hell, they decided to kill the rest of zombies because there's no way Kyouya detain all of them until the airplane landing (he still has his girlfriend stuck inside the oxygen slowly depleting sphere needle form) + no way they can told people to sit down next to captured zombies while planes landing. So unanimously, people choose to kill it. Some relative sobbing, but can't say (or do anything) upon given option of locking you+your loved ones inside toilet so it won't kill other people (who also have loved ones as well, and might need to go to toilets). Some of them pleading (then resort to threatening) for Kyouya to just hold their zombies!loved ones until plane landing, Kyouya beating them (he never the one goes for democracy).

So plane does emergency landing in atlanta and immediately met with chaos because hey, zombies in airport too! Kusakabe went to steal get a SUV from car rental and they leave airport. After 8 hours of catatonic sleep, Risa wakes up, seeing people in their cars stuck in highways + Kusakabe telling her about some kind of strange infectious disease that makes the undead walking and the city just got bombed = checking tourist map that came with the rental RV and suggest they go to bellwood quarry. They’re still in there when Rick Grimes awake from his coma and come strolling to Atlanta

#newlyweds in atlanta #zombie apocalypse khr twd crossover #AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!#*insert maniacal laugh here*#look at me writing all this wish fulfillment crap while I should do something productive #like working at my cardio #*wheeze cough*

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 5 years

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Unforgettable Memories ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick's younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane's help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Rick’s Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings)

Chapter 1-

You were in the military before all of this, an army soldier to be exact and you were halfway through your second tour in Afghanistan when you got the call that your brother, Rick Grimes, had been shot and was in critical condition. You were on the first plane back to the states the following morning, only to learn that Rick was in a coma and might never wake up.

You visited Lori and Carl a few times, but you spent most your time by your brother's bedside at the Harrison Memorial Hospital. Shane visited everyday after his work shift, bringing fresh flowers that Lori had given him to place by Ricks bed. Lori and Carl had visited once while you had been back, but she didn't want Carl to see his father like that and you didn't blame her. He looked so pale, so weak, so vulnerable and you hated seeing your big brother like that.

The two of you were as close as siblings could get. You grew up always by each other's side and since Shane was Ricks best friend you grew up around him as well.

When the dead started to rise, you refused to leave your brother alone. Your Commander in the military had called you multiple times ordering you to come back to base. He said that they needed all the soldiers they could get to fight against the dead, but you couldn't leave your brother. It was selfish, but you couldn't leave Rick.

However, once the power got shut off, the dead began to overrun the hospital and the army began gunning down civilians in the hallways. You and Shane had no choice, but to leave. Shane had pressed his ear to Rick's chest once his oxygen and support machines got shut off, but he didn't hear a heartbeat. He said Rick was dead and Shane literally had to drag you out the hospital because you refused to believe that your brother was dead.

He drove you straight to Ricks house to find Lori and Carl hiding inside in terror, but they both relaxed slightly when they saw the two of you. While Shane told the mother and son about Rick, you went straight to the spare bedroom where you had dropped off your stuff when you first got back from Afghanistan and quickly grabbed all your gear.

You swapped your denim jeans for your military camo cargo pants, knowing they would be more realistic and easier to run around in than a pair of tight skinny jeans. You clipped your belt on next, containing your tactical knife, compass, rope and your silenced Glock 18 before throwing your AR-15 assault rifle over your shoulder with the gun strap. You made your way back into the main room of the house to find Shane hugging a crying Carl and Lori.

"Dad's dead." Carl whispered, looking over at you and you nodded, feeling tears rising in your eyes again.

"I'm sorry, Carl. I'm so sorry." You mumbled, as your nephew let go of his mother and ran over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he hugged you tightly. Neither of you moved for the next few minutes, as you glanced over at Shane who was still hugging Lori, but you didn't miss the tears falling down the man's cheeks at the loss of his best friend.

"We need to get out of the city. My boss said there's an army rescue base set up at Fort Benning. I say we grab all the supplies we can and take Shanes jeep and go." You instructed, as Carl pulled away from you and glanced over at his mother as she nodded in agreement before you all began packing up.

You guys had come across the Peletier family on the road and although you hated Ed, his wife and daughter were good people, so you guys stuck together. You had a suspicion that Ed was abusing his wife, but what could you do about it? So, you just tried to keep Carol and Sophia with you guys and not alone with Ed as much as possible.

Eventually you guys made up a makeshift camp at a quarry outside the city and within a week you had a whole group of people; Dale, Andrea, Amy, Jim, Jacqui, the Morales family, Glenn and a few others. You guys used resources in the area to continue on your daily lives like food, water and shelter. Dales RV turned into a watch post, with his deckchair and shade umbrella set up on the roof along with a scoped .22 rifle. It provided a good watch point since you could see the entire camp and would be able to spot a walker before it reached the camp, but luckily most the walkers were in the city and hadn't ventured too far from it, although you knew that wouldn't last forever.

Nobody really elected a leader of the group, but everyone followed and listened to you and Shane and when there was a problem, they all came to the two of you first. You had a few rules set in place, like how nobody was to go off on their own without telling someone or that the campfire at night could be no taller than the rocks stacked up around it so you couldn't draw in any walkers or unwanted attention.

You became close to Glenn and Dale over the first week, but you were friendly with the whole group, minus Ed. Everyone seemed to get along which was a relief, but you hated how close Lori and Shane were getting. She had only just lost her husband, Shane only just lost his best friend and the two of them were acting like Rick had been dead for years. You wanted to confront the two of them about it, but you didn't want to stir shit up and Shane was good with Carl and seeing your nephew happy was enough for you to keep your mouth shut.

"Y/N? You alright to go out there on your own?" Glenn suddenly questioned as you began making your way towards the woods to go out hunting. The group was alright for food at the time being, but you knew the canned food and fish Andrea and Amy were catching would run low eventually, so you figured bringing back a few rabbits or squirrel or hell even a deer would do the camp well.

"I always am." You replied, turning around to find Glenn looking at you from his spot on top of the RV on watch duty. You glanced around at the rest of the camp, various tents and vehicles parked and set up, but everyone was still fast asleep as the sun slowly began rise along the horizon.

"Be careful, this group would be lost without you." Glenn called back, causing you to roll your eyes, but you nodded.

"Keep the camp safe for me while I'm gone." You responded as Glenn gave you an attempted soldier solute causing you chuckle shaking your head before you disappeared into the woods. It wasn't a secret among the camp that you were in the military, not that you tried to hide it with your army cargo pants, combat boots and weapons. You didn't really like talking about it though, the shit you had seen and went through overseas... it was all apart of the job, but it still never made it any better.

By the time the sun was shining in the sky above, you had managed to get two rabbits with your silenced pistol. You weren't stupid enough to fire your rifle, noise attracted the walkers so the quieter the better.

You continued walking through the woods, holding the two rabbits in one hand by their hindlegs, your other hand resting over the holster to your handgun. A tactic you learnt in the military, so you were always ready for anything.

"You're losing ya touch brother, haven't gotten a single rabbit or squirrel today." A voice suddenly said, the mans voice loud with a distinct southern drawl to it, so you figured he was from around the area, but he was clearly talking to someone- his brother- so you didn't take any chances as you quickly pulled out your handgun.

"Doesn't help when ya don't shut up for more than five minutes." Another voice responded, his tone deeper but with a familiar southern ring to it, but at least this guy knew better than to talk loudly when the dead were walking around.

"Whatever, man." The first guy said and a few seconds later the two of them walked out from behind a cluster of trees, one holding a crossbow, the other with a bolt-action rifle slung over his shoulders. But, before you even had a chance to say anything the older man spotted you as he pulled out a handgun that was tucked in the back of his pants and raised it in your direction. "Well, would ya look at that baby brother." The man said with a grin as the younger man quickly raised his crossbow in your direction.

"Whoa, easy fellas." You said calmly, holding your hands up slightly trying to show them that you weren't a threat. You could have easily drawn your handgun or assault rifle at them, but from your experience it was easier to calm someone down when you didn't have a weapon aimed at them.

Neither of you guys said anything for a few seconds as you sized the two of them up. The older one seemed to be a little more on edge, he was wearing a plain leather biker vest along with black tank top tucked into his jeans, sporting a very obvious circular belt buckle. The younger man was a bit more relaxed, his expression guarded, but his finger wasn't hovering over the trigger as he stared at you and you knew he was trying to read you as well. He was wearing a shirt that clearly had its sleeves ripped off and his hair was a longer than his brothers, but still short. They were definitely brothers, although they seemed to be at least five years apart.

"What's a pretty little girl like you, doing out here all alone?" The older man asked with a grin as you raised your eyebrow at him, not intimidated by him at all. You had dealt with nasty people and more specifically nasty men back in Afghanistan, this redneck was nothing.

"Just trying to survive, same as you guys." You replied, keeping your tone friendly as you contemplated how to deal with this situation. They had been out hunting, which meant these guys probably knew to take care of themselves out here and if you were being honest they could probably be useful around the camp. Most of the people at camp either did laundry, cooked or took turns on watch duty, beside you, Shane and Glenn, nobody ever helped go out scavenging or hunting. But the real question was, could you trust them? "Drop the weapons and let's talk."

"Now why should we listen to you?" The same man questioned, his eyes glued to you.

"Because I asked nicely, and I only do that once." You answered, your voice sterner than before as you glanced between the two brothers as the younger one lowered his crossbow before the older one followed suit and tucked his handgun back into his belt.

"You boys got a camp?" You asked, but before either of them could answer the familiar sound of walkers growling filled the air and you glanced over your shoulder to find eight of them staggering towards you. "Shit." You hissed under your breath as you dropped the two rabbits and pulled your knife from your belt.

You quickly slammed your knife through the first walkers skull with a satisfying crunch before you stabbed the next one, focusing on the walkers when suddenly an arrow whizzed past your face and hit the walker that was sneaking up behind you. You quickly glanced in the direction of where the arrow came from to find the younger brother already reloading his crossbow. You gave him an appreciative nod before the older brother finally joined in, helping you take out the walkers with his own knife.

"Ya can fight, I'll give ya that." The younger brother commented as you pulled your knife out the last walker as it fell to the ground motionless and you sighed with relief.

"You guys aren't too bad yourself. I'm Y/N. Y/N Grimes." You introduced, turning around to face the brothers as the younger one handed you the two rabbits you had dropped earlier, and you smiled taking them.

"Merle Dixon, this is my brother Daryl." The older man said, motioning towards Daryl who was now retrieving his arrows from the walker's heads on the ground.

"You guys can back with me if you want, I got a camp an hours walk from here, we got people, food, water, shelter. Could use hunters like you." You suggested, as you tucked your knife back into the sheath connected to your belt before focusing back on the two brothers.

"Why would ya want us to join your camp?" Daryl questioned in confusion as he threw his crossbow over his shoulder and stared at you.

"You guys seem like reasonable men and helped me against the walkers, so I figured you can't be that bad. So, please don't prove me wrong because it won't end well for you." You warned and you noticed the corners of Daryl's mouth twitched up slightly into a smile as Merle shook his head with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm in. We got a truck and motorcycle on the side of the road, let's go." Merle replied as he began walking off through the woods and you nodded walking beside Daryl as you guys followed the older Dixon. You told the brothers about the camp, explaining the few rules you had and general stuff like that and they both seem to understand the rules and didn't have an issue with how the camp was being run.

It only took a few minutes to reach the road spotting an old Ford pick-up truck along with what looked to be a Triumph motorcycle parked on the side of the road. Well, this'll be quicker than walking, you thought to yourself.

Merle took the motorcycle as you climbed into the cab of the truck while Daryl started up the engine and took off down the road, Merle following behind.

Neither of you really spoke on the drive other than occasional 'turn left' or 'turn right' as you instructed him how to get to the quarry. You liked the silence though, it was nice and maybe a little bit awkward, but you didn't mind. You got the feeling the Daryl didn't really talk much and you could tell he was completely different compared to his loud mouth brother.

"M'sorry 'bout my brother. He just doesn't know when to shut up sometimes." Daryl suddenly said quietly, breaking the silence and you looked over at him as he glanced over at you. Your eyes meeting his as you took in how blue they were before he turned back towards the road.

"Yeah, I noticed that. But, you don't have to apologise for him, it's fine." You replied, still looking at him as Daryl just nodded, his eyes never leaving the road and you found yourself wanting to know more about the man next to you. Everyone had a story and you were curious to know his, although you wouldn't want someone to ask about your past, so you kept your mouth shut as you continued to instruct him where to go.

As you reached the camp you told Daryl to pull up near the other vehicles as Merle parked the motorcycle beside the truck. You climbed out the truck, grabbing the two rabbits as you motioned for Daryl and Merle to follow you as you began walking into the camp before you spotted Shane marching towards the three of you, his shotgun resting on his shoulder as he glared at the two men.

"Y/N, who the hell are these guys?" Shane questioned pointing to the two brothers who were standing behind you like you had told them too, knowing that Shane wouldn't be happy that you bought new people into the camp.

"This is Daryl and Merle Dixon, I met them in the woods when I was hunting." You explained, taking a step towards Shane, not trusting him with the shotgun. You knew he would never hurt you, he was like a brother to you, but you didn't know what he might do to the Dixons if he decided that he didn't like them. You may be silently angry with Shane for what he's doing with Lori, but you didn't let that get in the way of things, he was still the man you grew up around and that would never change.

"You can't just bring new people into camp, we can barely feed the people have here!" Shane yelled taking a step forward as you quickly put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from getting any closer to the brothers. You glanced over his shoulder spotting everyone else staring around the camp all staring at the four of you curiously, Carl, Sophia and a few other kids all watching on and the last thing you wanted was for this to turn into a fight.

"We can hunt 'n provide for the group." Daryl suddenly said from behind you, but you didn't turn around as you focused your attention on Shane, your hand still resting on his shoulder.

"We'll earn our place, shouldn't be too hard by the look of y'all." Merle added.

"Merle." You warned, glancing over your shoulder towards the older Dixon who just shrugged his shoulders before you turned back to Shane. "I came across a small herd of walkers out there and they helped me. I vouch for them, they're good."

"A herd? Shit, are you alright?" Shane questioned taking a step back as his eyes scanned your body looking for any signs of injury and you nodded as he sighed. "Alright, welcome to our camp. I'm Shane Walsh. Y/N, you bought them here, you get them set up and show them around." Shane said, glancing from the brothers back to you as you nodded before he walked off. Well that went better then you expected.

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