#I made Glenn look so dad here bye

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It’s Glenn’s screensaver

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[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."

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[fvrxdrm]

Prove It

Leon x Reader

Movie: RE: Vendetta

Warnings: Smut/Cussing/Blood and Gore/ Probably sucks 'cause it's my first time/ Long

"Y/N!" The mutated monster threw you of the building you were currently on. This was it. You were going to die after years of fighting off real life nightmares. That was until you landed on something but it wasn't concrete. You didn't splat.

"Thanks for the save"

"No problem. Can't let our favorite agent die now can we?" D.C. replied through the radio.

Scanning through the plane you found a grappling hook just sitting on the floor waiting to be used. Perfect.

"Nadia, cover me. I'm going back there"

"Roger that, Y/N"

Nadia positioned herself at the entrance of the plane on her stomach with a gun in front of her.

"D.C., position the entrance facing Arias"

"Copy"

The plane rose up as it turned for the opening to face the mutated Arias.

"I am going to spill your guts all over" Arias' claws grew longer and sharper slightly caressing Leon's stubble.

"No time for shaving off beards, partner! Yeehaw!" You grappled your hook on an edge of the building and threw yourself, not forgetting to kick Arias on the face and grabbing Leon off of Arias' grasp. A white light struck Arias and the neighbouring buildings causing you to squint your eyes and fall down.

"You okay?" You breathlessly asked Leon who also fell beside you.

"I should be the one asking you that"

Glenn ran, jumped off the building and grasped to the left wing of the plane causing it to slightly spin.

"Shit" Nadia mumbled a cursed.

After the monster was kind of comfortable to do something else he grew his claws again passing through the plane, stabbing Nadia in the process. There was a roar all of a sudden, something coming from an engine. It was Leon on his bike, ready to do whatever he planned to do. He rode off and jumped his bike as it smashed through balcony to hit Arias.

Leon drew his gun "Catch!" and shot the motorcycle causing it to explode and detach a part of the beast's body. Arias lost contact with the plane and fell off but it didn't end there. He grew his deadly claws again and grasped to a building and the plane.

You grabbed a gun and ran off to the edge of the building where you can see Arias.

"Bye, dad", you whispered to yourself and pulled the trigger. It was gruesome. Blood everywhere with the bits and pieces that were once part of your dad's body together with a wedding ring.

You never even noticed a tear slipped through your cheek until a hand was put on your shoulder. You wiped off the tear and turned around to see Leon with concerned eyes.

"You alright"

"Yeah, I'm okay it's just...it shouldn't end like this. I never thought that I would meet my dad this or even thought of having a dad like him"

Leon didn't say anything else and just pulled you in a rather comforting hug. Grasping the back of his jacket tighter, burying your head on his chest as you sobbed harder. Him caressing your hair while kissing the top of your head. His actions were enough to calm you down a bit and cause you to flatter.

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You held onto your left torso as you watched Rebecca inhaling and exhaling the vaccine that would help her turn back into a normal human. When veins returned to being invisible, eyes turn back to their natural color she looked at you and Chris and gaveyou both a weak thumbs up. The plane rose up to where you were. Nadia pressing her hand to where she was stabbed and D.C. saluting you...kinda. Anyways, Leon walked up beside you with his left hand holding his right arm.

"One more thing left to do"

"So, let's do it"

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The vaccine was deployed around the city, removing the virus from each of the citizens' body.

"And once again, we find ourselves back where we started" Rebecca broke off the silence that was surrounding the plane.

"Yeah. Kind of. First I want my naturally wavy hair back, my top, my shorts, and my cardigan back, these earrings off, this stupid dress off, this cakey makeup off, and these fucking heels off" you retorted furiously at what that asshole made you wear.

"You look great in straight hair" Rebecca chuckled lightly at you.

"Um...do you know how much I took care of my hair only to be ironed like a million times? My hair's already damaged!"

Leon ran his fingers through your hair.

"Looks and feels healthy to me" he stated.

"Whatever"

"We got the bad guys. Hope we made the world a little safer"

"Yeah. I finally met my dad. Ended up brutally killing him. I don't know if I'll ever forgive him for killing my mom and now...attempted to kill all...even his own daughter"

You felt Leon's hand on your shoulder giving it a little squeeze.

"Just take your time. It'll be alright"

You placed your hand on top of his and smiled sadly at him.

"Yeah, thanks"

Silence surrounded us again until Leon spoke.

"Hey, Chris!"

Chris turned his head to Leon's direction.

"How much longer can we going on like this?"

"I don't know...I never make plans that far ahead"

Leon smiled at shook his head at how Chris retorted back what Leon said at the bar.

Rebecca and I looked at each other and smiled at how they were starting to grow on each other

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The next day, You were writing a report when a knock was heard on your door. You looked through the peephole and saw Leon standing there with his hands in his pockets. Opening the door, Leon pulled his head up to look at you. He was flustered and he seemed nervous.

"Hey, Leon! Come in"

You stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind you.

"Do you want anything? Water?"

"No, I just came here to talk to you"

"About?"

"Um..."

"Leon, just spill it"

"I love you!"

"What? But you already established that you don't have feelings for me"

"I know, I just"

"Leon, you can't just toy my feelings around. You said it already. You're in love with Ada ever since you met her back in Raccoon City. You can't just say you love me just because Ada isn't around"

"I'm not. I asked Chris for help and that's when I found out I was just blocking off my true feelings for you. I don't love Ada. Heck, I don't even like her that much. I just thought that I had feelings for her when she kissed me back in that cable car. It's dumb. I've been really complicated since then. But after everything that we've both been through, it's hard not to think about you anymore. I've tried to stop it but I just can't. Y/N I really really...really love you"

There was silence between the two of you for a second until you stepped a little closer but still far from feeling his breath.

"Prove it"

He didn't waste his time and closed the gap between the two of you. He cupped your cheek and passionately kissed you. You put one hand on his chest while the other slid up from his shoulder and onto the nape of his neck. His left hand slowly slid down from your waist and grasped your ass. You gasped at the sudden action and he took this opportunity to slide his tongue. Your tongues fought for dominance and the kiss was growing heated every second. You removed your jacket and threw it without caring since you'll find it later anyway but for now, you just focus on ehat was currently happening. He removed his jacket also not long after, tossing it just beside to where jacket laid. You pulled him closer and he pinned you to a nearby wall while wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips parted from yours and started kissing your jawline, your neck and down to your collarbone. You started gasping at how gentle his touch was.

Sure he may be one to be really hard and aggressive when it comes to enemies but when it comes to this type of stuff, it would feel like a feather was caressing you.

You ran your fingers through his as your left hand held on to his shoulder for dear life. It feels rather...amazing. Perfect to be exact. He found your sweet spot and started licking, biting and sucking it, making sure to leave a very visible mark for everyone to see.

Once he was satisfied, he put you down and started kissing you again but there was something more in it. Lust. You were both experienced, that's for sure, but it felt like it was your first time again.

He pulled away for a second and looked directly into your E/C eyes.

"You sure you want to do this?" He softly asked.

It's something like this he does that make you fall in love with him even more. He wasn't demanding when it comes to sensitive topics like sex. If you were okay with being rough then he'll go for it but otherwise he'll make sure to be tender. If you want to do it he'll go for it if not then he won't force you to it.

"Yeah. I want you"

He closed the gap again while heading to your bedroom. It was a struggle really. Bumping into things. You were sure you'll get a couple bruises because of it.

Once you got to your bedroom you closed the door behind you. He intertwined your fingers together and held them above your head. He was back on kissing your neck again.

Getting impatient, you slid your hands down and held onto the hem of his shirt. You broke the kiss and pulled his shirt off revealing his toned torso.

You gently pushed him to your bed while you got on top of him. You copied his previous actions and kissed his jawline, neck and collarbone. You also made sure to mark him yours by biting, licking and sucking his weak spot. It was gratifying to hear his groans and gasps as he becomes weak into your touch. He held onto your hair as you continued to lick down from his chest, abdomen and finally to his v line.

He pulled you up again to meet your lips. He caressed your hips and then ran his hands under your tank top, pulling it up to remove the the piece of clothing and tossed it somewhere in the room. You resumed your make out session while his hands roamed around your body until he reached the clasps of your bra and unclasped them, letting them fall down your arms.

He flipped the both of so he now was the one on top and started leaving wet kisses throughout your chest. He moved to suck on one of the buds leaving you weak under him. You tugged his hair and dug yourself further onto the pillow under you.

"Leon" you breathlessy moaned at the attention your chest was receiving. Your core grew more heated and you started sweating more. He groaned at how you said his name. In all honesty, he likes--no--loves it when you call his name. May it be to comfort him, argue with him, or even just normal conversations but this one, he found it foreign yet really arousing at the same time. It sent a jolt down to his manhood.

He removed his mouth from your nipple and did the same thing to the other one.

You have to be dreaming, right?

Last time that you checked you saw him and Ada kissing. It's either that or-

"Ah, fuck!" You didn't even notice Leon already removed your pants and underwear and was already licking your slit. You held onto his tighter as he began to nibbling and licking your clit.

"L-leon, shit!" Again, he groaned at the mention of his name and you felt the vibration to your core sending you off the edge. He licked off your juices and then climbed up to your eye level. He connected your lips again, the parting and meeting of your lips breaking off the silence together with gasping and panting from the both of you. He took his time exploring every inch of your body. It made you feel loved, protected, safe, something you didn't know you were wanting for a while. You glided your hands through his torso and to where the belt of his pants were, quickly unbuckling it. He sat up and removed the button and unzipped his pants, too slow for your liking. You quickly sat up and wuickly pulled his pants down together with his boxers revealing his *cough* long, hard and throbbing dick. A nice sight to see actually.

"Desperate are we?"

"It's not like you aren't either"

He pulled you again for another kiss and settled you down on the bed again.

"You ready"

"Ready when you are" you stared up to the ceiling as he steadied himself to your entrance. Once he entered inside of you, you gasped at how big he felt, bigger than how it looked like you fluttered your eyes shut and curled your toes. Leon groaned at how tight you were. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving in and out of you. He took your hands and intertwined them together above your head just like before before slowly picking up his pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist helping him push deeper into you.

"Fuck, f-faster, Leon"

He placed a quick peck on your lips before moving thrusting faster. The air smelled of sex, skin slapping, profusely sweating, groans, grunts and moans leaving your lips. You grasped tighter to his hands while screaming profanities and his name over and over again. It was music to his ears. He wanted it. He loved it. He leaned down to your lips and kissed you hungrily again. It was hard to keep up to the motion of his lips because of the pleasure he was giving and the attention your sex was receiving. You leaned back and he started kissing your neck. Then there was this feeling of a knot forming inside of you.

"I'm gonna come"

"Do it with me" you nodded in response.

You hissed, moaned and screamed as his thrusts became faster and deeper than possible. Fuck, you haven't had this feeling ever. Sure you had sex before but it wasn't like this. Those felt wrong to you and this? This felt really right.

His thrusts became sloppy and not long after he released his seed inside of you and you followed suit. He rested slowly dropped his body on top of you, careful not to put all of his weight on you. You were both breathless and tired. Both processing what just happened.

Using all of his energy that was left, he pushed himsilf up fell beside you and you closer to him while you rest your head on his chest and placed an arm on his abdomen.

"Have I proven it already?"

"Yeah, you did" you gave him a quick peck on his lips before drifting of to dreamland.

The end.

LOL this was long. Now I'm lazy to read it all over. If there's any grammatical error just message me.

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[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 62

I was only back in Alexandria for a day. One full day before more fucking insanity made its way into my worldview. While I had been at the camp, Negan had stopped eating. It had been a few days, and I was more than ready to go to him to try to talk some sense into his thick head, but was brought up short by his request.

He wanted to speak to Michonne. Michonne, who’d taken over Dad’s duties while he took more and more time at the bridge construction. Who was listening to and dealing with endless rounds of irritated community members, finding solutions to issues that weren’t really issues, and now who was going to be trying to get Negan to eat.

“You know Negan,” she tried to sooth me. “He’s bored and wants to renegotiate no doubt.” I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. “Walk with me, and once I convince him to eat, you can visit. Seems like you have something you need to get off your chest.”

I did, actually. My emotions had been running high lately. And it hit me, as I rode back to Alexandria from the construction site, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had my period. When Daryl and I had been in charge of the Sanctuary, when we’d begun trying in earnest to start the family we’d put off for so long, I remembered the pregnancy test I’d seen in the infirmary when I’d first arrived with Negan. I found a cache of them and when we came back, giving up the running of Negan’s remaining group, I’d brought them along. Not all of them, but enough, should I have need.

And so, that morning, I’d taken one. Sure enough, the little plus sign had glowed bright telling me that Daryl and I had been successful. I had a tiny Dixon growing inside of me. I wasn’t planning on telling Negan that I was expecting, not before I told Daryl. Or Dad. Or Michonne. I did need to tell him we were planning to, trying to soften the blow. To get him ready for when I would tell him.

I walked along with her, reluctantly leaving Judith behind. “You gonna tell me what’s up?” She asked, giving me a sidelong glance as she carried Negan’s meal on a tray.

“Eventually.” I said, staring straight ahead and gathering my nerves. I sighed, fuck it. “I’m pregnant.”

I could see her smile beaming even with my eyes locked on the horizon. “That’s amazing news, Jessi.” I nodded, feeling my own smile blossom. “I didn’t know that you and Daryl were trying.”

“We decided that since everything seemed to be settling down-” I stopped, thinking about what, no who, lay ahead. “It was always something we wanted to do.”

She took my hand in one of hers, holding Negan’s lunch in the other. “This is a GOOD thing, Jessi.” I knew she was telling me this simply because in her mind, a baby with Daryl, our family finally beginning would hopefully pull me further from Negan. “Are you planning on telling him before Daryl?”

I shook my head. “No, but he needs to know that we’re planning on it.” I answered. I gave a humorless chuckle. “You might have to talk him into eating again, once he finds out.” We were outside Negan’s prison. “I’ll wait here.” I leaned against the wall holding his window, out of sight, but nearby in case Michonne needed me.

“It’ll be fine,” she reassured me, letting my hand go. “You’ll see.”

What I saw, or heard, was Negan breaking. He yearned for that fucking bat of his far more than I knew. To see it. To see HER. I heard something I hadn’t heard when I visited him. What I hadn’t noticed when Judith was between us. I heard the defeat in his voice. The pain. The fact that he’d given up or wanted to.

My visits, it seemed, meant nothing. Not only weren’t they enough, they weren’t even helpful. He didn’t ask for me. He didn’t beg for more time with ME. No, he needed and wanted the company of a piece of fucking wood.

I walked with Michonne back to the house. She seemed at a loss for anything to say, and didn’t seem surprised when I didn’t follow through with my visit. I had no doubt that she could read clearly on my face exactly how I felt. Crushed seemed too easy of a word. Too mild. I’d begged for his fucking life, and he wanted a ball bat.

Judith and Michonne were sitting at the bar and I’d just laid down when I heard a visitor. Coming out to see what was going on, I heard that Maggie had arrived. Glancing at my stepmother, I could tell that she wasn’t expecting this visit anymore than me. I picked up Judith and nodded at Michonne, we dropped my baby sister off at our version of daycare, and I found myself once again walking a far too familiar path.

Was I surprised that Maggie came to kill Negan? A bit. She had Glenn. She had Hershel. She had Hilltop. Yet, as I looked at the resolve in her eyes, I knew. I knew that she had become close to Sasha. She felt her loss, first of Abraham and then for Sasha’s own life, just as heavily as if Glenn had died. Maggie had lost so fucking much. Her stepmother, her stepbrother, her father, her sister, and countless others that we’d come to see as family.

Was I surprised that Michonne gave her the key to Negan’s cell? Not completely. I had been the one to beg for his life. My dad had given me that simple consultation because so had, in a way, Carl. Dad wasn’t here. And if I had to be honest, I’m not sure he’d have stopped her either. Daryl wouldn’t have.

Michonne waited with me, pacing the street as I leaned again near the window. And I listened as he begged to die. As he begged for the very death he talked me away from, as he pleaded to join Lucille. I felt a tear slip down my cheek, and I had finally had enough. Today was a wash for me. I was finished. I started walking back towards home when Dianne comes running and screaming about a shootout at camp.

Michonne, Maggie, Daryl, and our family arrive in time to see Dad on the other side of our newly constructed bridge, a horde closing in. I hit the one closest to him with an arrow as Daryl takes aim and shoots more. But it’s hopeless, even I can see it, if Michonne can’t. Even if she’s running with the others, I stay by Daryl, shooting as many as I can. Tears run down my face, because I see Dad’s nod, and I know, as he raises his gun what his plan is. And then it explodes. Fire and bodies, and I’m screaming and Daryl’s arms are around me turning me away as he watches the flames.

My heart’s breaking into a million pieces. Daddy. No. I’m sobbing as Daryl holds me. Trying to talk to me quietly, whispering, and walking me toward the trees.

Daryl, never very talkative, tells me that they learned who was luring the Saviors away. He’s trying to get my mind off of what I’d seen. Trying to divert the pain that is flashing through me in waves. Trying to keep me present, as though a diversion can make my pain lessen, as though it can put my heart back into one piece. The women from Oceanside had taken their vengeance. They’d killed the ones they could remember killing their men. I heard bits, but the reminder of the explosion that killed the first man I ever loved. A man that was my hero from my first breath. A man who no one would ever truly live up to, not even Daryl. My daddy was gone.

As Daryl held me, I told him. I told him what I’d wanted to share with both him and Dad. I told him that we had a baby on the way.

Daryl and Michonne can’t let Dad go. No body, no death. And so they search. And search. And search. Michonne manages to find Dad’s gun, offering it to me, but I shake my head emphatically. She puts it away, promising that Judith will have it when she’s old enough. That along with Dad’s hat, my little sister will keep gaining pieces of the family she’s lost. I wonder, idly, if one day she’ll have my bow, Michonne’s katana, and Daryl’s crossbow.

Michonne came to me not long after Dad was gone to tell me of a new hope. She’s pregnant. Apparently Daryl and I weren’t the only ones wanting to start a family. I can tell that she’s uncomfortable telling me. I’d have to be ignorant to not understand her discomfort. Dad was gone. Judith was my ONLY remaining family, or at least that’s what she thought.

“Michonne,” I smile and correct myself. “Mom, this is GOOD news.” Her answering smile shows her relief. Hugging her to me, I tell her how happy I am and that Judith is going to be an amazing big sister.

“She’s had you to learn from,” her whisper rustles my hair. “Of course she will.”

I’d gone back to visiting Negan. Dad was gone. My life was forever changed, and honestly, I wanted to keep at least some parts of who I was the same. I told him that Daryl and I were planning on starting a family.

“Planning?” He glanced down my body and I could have sworn he had x-ray vision. “Oh, sweetheart, I think you’ve done more than plan.”

I raised my chin in defiance. “At least I didn’t beg to die.” I saw a flash of pain cross his face. “Pretty fucking interesting, I BEG for your fucking life, only to have you want Maggie to end it.” I nod to myself. “Of course, being with Lucille, be it wooden or angel form must seem pretty like paradise compared to this.” I gesture around the cell.

“Jessi-” I shook my head. “Honey-” His hands reach through the bars trying to reach for me, but I step away.

“My dad’s gone. I’m pregnant with my first baby.” It’s barely above a whisper, but I know he can hear me. “Why am I down here with someone who doesn’t fucking care?”

“I care, Jessi.” His voice is as pleading as it had sounded when he’d begged Maggie to die. “I had a momentary fucking lapse.”

“I’ve got to go.” I whisper, moving toward the door. “Bye, Negan.”

I wish I could say I stopped visiting him. That between starting a family with Daryl and helping Michonne with Judith that I gave him up. I couldn’t. Or at least that’s how it seemed. Judith and I visited, me taking her along more as a barrier between us than anything. And I tried very very hard to pretend that he didn’t seem to take note of every single change that pregnancy brought to my body.

A new group arrived at our gate. Or at least part of a new group. Michonne, carrying her pregnancy weight far better than me, met them. Shock and amazement, she knew the woman who appeared to be their leader. A woman named Jocelyn.

#The Walking Dead #daryl dixon x ofc #negan x ofc #OriginalGrimesDaughter #rick grimes daughter #grief/mourning

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The Walking Blind :Chapter Seven

By the time Bear had stopped, I could already feel myself being overwhelmed with the number of new noises.

Cries of pain, desperation, fear.

"Kid, did you just lock us in here?" It was the voice of a man. I held out my hand, Carl grabbing it.

"Daddy." I heard Beth greet Herchel.

"Open the door." A woman told him, they were panting.

"Who are these people?" I asked Carl turning us away from the voices. Bear growled as the people gripped at the iron doors.

"I don't know, I found them down a few cell blocks, one of them is bit," Carl told me. It was reflex to shove him behind me, turning back to the unknown group.

"You'll be safe in there, but you need to take whoever is infected out, or they'll turn and kill you all," I warned, Bear was full-on barking now as a woman was groaning.

"We'll take care of our own." The first voice told me.

"You have food and water," Carl interjected an offering.

"Open this door." The second voice, the woman said, she was more stern. She earned a harsh glare and a step forward from me.

"He can't and he won't," I growled.

"Come on, man. We're not animals. Don't do this." She said more softly this time, to Carl.

I pulled Carl away slightly, walking a distance. From what I've heard Beth and Hershal hadn't moved from there spot.

"Hey! You can't just leave us here! Open this door! Open it! Now!" She yelled, banging on the door. She was panting, furious and running with rage, trying to rattle the doors.

"Sasha! Back away from the door and let them go." The first man calmed who I know now as Sasha down. His voice was gentle but firm. "Look around you. This is the best we've had it in weeks. Their house, their rules. We've got other things to do." It was quiet for a minute, nothing but panting and soft footsteps could be heard.

Carl was beside me know, instead of behind me. I put my hand on his shoulder, as a guide.

"We don't want any trouble." He told us, and then there were fading footsteps and the four of us were left to it as they tended to their infected member.

"Shouldn't we help them?" Beth asked, stepping forward. "We did," I say squeezing Carls's shoulder, pulling us all away from the group and more towards the cafeteria.

"What time is it?" I asked as we sat on the metal chairs, dropping Bear's lead, he laid by my feet, his soft fur warming me.

"Dark now, my dad and them have been gone for hours now." Carl sighed from behind me. I ruffled the hat on his head, turning it lopsided on him.

"Well I'm sure they made a plan of perfection, and perfection can't be rushed." I tried to remain hopeful for Carl. I couldn't imagine the pain of losing both of my parents to this cruel world and I hoped he wouldn't either.

"They'll be back soon, every one of them. Maggie and Glenn, Daryl and your dad too. They're warriors." I straightened up. "Why don't we all find something to keep ourselves busy with." I nodded, dismissing the group and listening as they all agreed, stepping away from the table to tend to their things.

"Bear," I called, grabbing the lead and lifting myself, careful and steady. "Let's go back outside huh, find outside," I told him, walking along as he tugged me back the way I had come from.

I grumbled out a moan, pushing the heavy door open my self, slipping off the socks from my feet and carrying them, I walked until pavement turned to gravel, then grass.

I stilled as I heard a commotion, it sounded so close yet so far at the same time. I clicked my tongue off the roof of my mouth a few times, walking towards the now cement wall in front of me.

"Carol, you up there?" I knocked on the closed door. I heard a soft thud and another door, one further away, open.

"Oh Monet, yes, um we're- I am up here, what do you need?" She tried to cough and clear her tone. I laughed, my nose crinkling as I heard an unfamiliar male voice whispering unintelligible words.

"Finish your canoodling and meet me down by the doors, I got some news." I laughed, walking backward, just imaging the blush on the older woman's face.

I walked back to the door, standing and waiting. I could distinguish two sets of footsteps, smiling to myself when one tried to disappear without a trace, the air whooshing around as he walked past me.

"Bye." I waved. I couldn't help but chuckle as the footsteps sped up, almost running now. I hummed in excitement, moving the lead from hand to hand.

"I wasn't 'canoodling.'" Carol said, tapping the door to my left. I turned towards her, still leaning on the wall. I just hummed and shook my shoulders.

"No shame in enjoying the little things." "I wouldn't say it was that little." I choked on my laughter, trying to stifle it as I felt the small hindering of a headache approaching.

I waited for the laughter to die down for a second, letting us settle into a more serious state before I began with the news.

"Carl found some people wandering around the prison, he's got them locked in a bigger room, the one they had that girl in earlier. There's at least three, could be more." I paused, nibbling on my lip before continuing. "One of them is bitten, told them they better handle it quickly," I spoke.

"What should we do?" Carol asked, the slight breeze carrying her voice. I furrowed my brows. Why would she look to me for guidance, I just got here.

"I don't know, not much we can do until Daryl and them come back. He and Rick will figure it out." I told her, the moonlight gave my good eye just enough light to let me see her slim figure. In my eyes, she was nothing more than a shadow.

"Of course, you're right. I hope they're back soon." She said. I don't know if that last part was to me or if it was a prayer to God that her family came back safe.

"Me too." I reached for her, grabbing her arm and squeezing it, letting my hand drop back to my side after.

After our exchanged words we walked back to our cells. I walked past the cell doors, my fingers sliding past the bars until I reached the stairs. I settled in the small chair in my cells, tracing my fingers on the wooden desk.

I didn't know what was going on here, let alone what was going on with the rest of the group. I stayed up until I could barely keep my eyes open, drifting in and out of sleep. I even hit my head on the desk from nodding off.

"Shit," I rubbed my head, standing and moving to my bunk, grabbing the lead off of Bear, sliding it under the bunk. When I was settled under the covered I slid my jeans off, laying in the comfort of Daryl's overly large flannel, I pulled the collar to my nose, inhaling the musky scent.

I don't remember falling asleep but I sure as hell remember waking up.

I was drenched in sweat, immediately gripping the wrist that shook me. I was shaking myself already, fear clear in my demeanor.

"It's just me Monet, Carol's making breakfast, told me to come grab you." It soothed me just a bit to hear Beth's voice instead of the one I thought it was, Carter.

I let go, pulling the covers to my chest.

"Of course, I'll be down in a second. Why don't you and Carl take Bear out for some exercise, I bet he's been dying to play with you guys." I told her, already hearing Bear yawn and stretch.

"Ok! Carl come on, let's go outside!" She yelled excitedly, Bear quick on her heels. I grabbed the jeans from the floor, pulling them up my legs and popping the button in. I stood up, stretching and cracking my back before walking out. My feet were cold on the cement floor as I forgot my socks, abandoned on the floor.

I clicked my way downstairs, eventually making it without falling. I smiled at my small accomplishment, reaching the area I could hear Carol moving around in.

"Morning sleepy head." She chuckled, rubbing my back as I sat down. I could see the fuzzy shape of her body move around in the light.

"What time is it?" I asked, thanking her for the bowl of oatmeal. For prison food, it wasn't half bad.

"Just a few minutes after sunrise, no ones back yet." She sighed, sitting next to me. I nodded. I stiffened when I heard the cry of a baby, dropping my spoon back into the bowl.

Now, this was just cruel, God was playing tricks on my hearing now. I rubbed my face, then my ears, satisfied when I could no longer hear the cry.

And then it was back, loud, blood-curdling cries.

"Ah she must be hungry now, she hasn't cried like that for a while now." Carol dismissed herself, me following closely behind, almost bumping into her.

"Ah, can you take her so I can eat now, can't very well walk around on these and carry her," Hershel asked, then walking away after handing the baby to Carol.

"How? I mean, who's? Beth seems too-" Carol cut me off by laughing.

"God no it's not Beth's child. She's Rick's." She said. I heard her gently rock the baby, the soft sucking sound and the shake of a bottle.

"What's her name?" I asked I reached forward slowly, Carol pulled me to sit with her, guiding my hand to gently stroke the babies skin.

"They haven't decided yet, but Daryl calls her, little ass-kicker." We both laughed, and Carol had even let me hold her when she was finished, teaching me how to burp her. I reveled in the softness of her skin, the innocence of her being.

We stayed there for a bit until Carl and Beth returned. I handed the baby off to Beth and we all decided to tend to the unknown group of people we were holding.

I listened as other's collected remains of the breakfast that Carol had made, I listened as Hershel tended to a man's leg, others conversing.

I stayed back with Carl, just listening as people talked.  Talking about what it was like outside, and I silently thanked God for Daryl taking me in, as they described the worst happening to them, over and over again.

"Tyreese, like I said we have a much larger group. A close-knit group. I wouldn't get too comfortable here." Hershel said, walking away.

"We wouldn't be a problem." The man, Tyreese, said.

"It's not up to me." "Then who?" He asked. There was silence, and suddenly Carl was tugging my sleeve, a silent cue as if to say 'we're leaving'. I followed behind, listening to Carl lock the door behind us.

"Please, you can see the kind of people we are," Tyreese called. We kept walking.

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#twd #The Walking Dead #the walking dead daryl #daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #longreads #love #Blind #Rick Grimes #carl grimes

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Finished s1 ep1 again. 

Some random thoughts as the episode progressed:

God, I missed you Lee, you beautiful man...

“It just goes to show, people will up and go mad when they believe their lives are over.” One of my favorite [and the truest] lines of the entire series and it’s said by a throwaway officer character that’s going to die in 2.5 seconds...

I will never get tired of watching Lee slip on that pool of blood haha

Clementine is so little and her hat is so clean aaaahhhhhhh

I really wish Lee had thought to gather up some of Clem’s things that she’d definitely want in the future; photos of her parents, maybe her favorite toy, some of her coloring stuff, some clothes? C’mon, lemme see her Disco Broccoli merch

The answering machine messages from Clem’s mom just...😭😭😭

Also, I decided to wait until night this time to mix it up a bit, since I always go find help right away and I forgot that CHET DIES IF YOU WAIT OOPS

“It smells like...”

“Shit.”

*GASP*  😂😂😂

Oh, hai Kenny. 

You and I are about to become best friends because I will be doing everything in my power to fuck Lilly over every chance I get. Consider it revenge for the future... that doesn’t make a whole lotta sense but Lilly’s going to kill Mitch and kidnap my children and I think it’s only fair that I squish her father’s head before... she does... that? I guess? 

Anyway...

“I wanna build a fence!” 😁

Okay, Duck, but only if you pinky swear that you won’t kill Shaun, okay?

It’s interesting to go back to s1 and see everyone be like, “Oh, the government will sort this out! The military will take care of the walkers! Thing’ll go back to normal eventually!” and know that none of that is going to happen, in fact, the opposite will happen is really... sad. 

Clementine has no idea that she has a hard eight years ahead of her...

“You know what you’re doin’? You got kids of yer own?”

Why yes, there’s my daughter, Clementine. My boy Louis, my disaster child Mitch, my little nugget Violet, and-

DUCK 

YOU PINKY SWORE-

Shaun’s dead and Hershel and his John Deer attire are mad at me.

UGH 

Shut up Lilly

Shut up Larry

SHUT UP LILLY

I will never miss an opportunity to call Lilly an asshole.

Oh no. Larry’s heart. Oh no...

I just noticed that Larry has tattoos on his arm. One on his upper arm and one on his forearm, I think? Can’t tell what they are, though. 

Can I just give all the candy bars to Clem? Fuck Larry, he don’t need one. 

And yes, I will be ignoring both of them. I refuse to feed him and I refuse to talk to her this episode. 

“Being good is... good.” Lee, you’re so awkward I can’t- 

Carly, you and your damn batteries I swear. How do you put batteries in wrong?? 

God, the controls of this game are much wonkier than s4. It really makes me appreciate the improvements the developers made. 

“He is kind of cute in that parent’s basement sort of way...”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

The scene where Lee and Clementine are in the back room and they’re moving the desk is really sweet. Her little expressions and grunts as she’s helping are adorable. Also, her getting teary eyed about her finger? 

“It hurt.” 😟

Clem, trust me, that little cut is going to feel like a brief tickle compared to the shit that’s gonna happen to your arm and leg...

But Lee’s such a good dad but

Lee: *opens first aid kit* Nothin’ I need in there

Me: Lee, I don’t care if you need it or not IT’S THE APOCALYPSE TAKE EVERYTHING

Carly, can you stop calling me a murderer in front of my daughter??

I just tried to break a car window with a pillow and now all I can think about is little child Louis hiding under his pillow collection terrified of what’s happening and now I’m incredibly sad...

Wait, does that spark plug thing really work on car windows...?

AXE

I let the lady shoot herself and now Glenn and his baseball cap are sad.

Doug is wearing long socks with sandals...

And he has a polar bear on his shirt...

And he doesn’t ever swear...

And he has a bunch of AV codes memorized...

Doug. 

Just... who are you? What’s your story?? Why won’t the game let you tell me??

 I tried to unlock the padlock with a remote and now Doug thinks I’m dumb.

Lee talking to his brother breaks my heart. Just, Lee being here after his family’s gone after not talking or seeing them for so long and then having to ax his brother FIVE times... 😟😟😟

Lilly: God, you’re amazing! Let’s-

Shut up, Lilly. 

Lilly: I gotta get my dad out of here!

BleH blEH i goTA gET My dAD ouT of HeRE BLEH

I can’t help it guys... I know she’s not nearly as bad this season but doesn’t mean I can’t stand her

Y’know, they really screwed Doug over. It’s not surprising that most people don’t pick him the first time around because you barely interact with him. 

With Carley, there are multiple times where you talk to her, you help her with her radio, she goes with you to get Glen, she’s a great shot... I feel if they were to ever do a remastered version of this season with bonus content, they should give Doug more back story and more interactions to try and even it out because the poor guy is just... there. 

I’ve saved Doug before and he does have so really funny moments. My favorite being in ep3 where he goes to fix the RV and it’s just a shot of him fucking banging on it with a hammer haha 

But, I usually pick Carly because she gives me the opportunity to share my past with everyone in ep3 and I always want to be honest with everyone. Also, not gonna lie... I lowkey ship Lee and Carly. Just sayin’.

Oh Larry... Can’t wait until next episode, you ass hat.

Bye, Glenn. Tell Rick I said hello.

This is such a great start to what would be a terrific first season. It’s a great introduction to Lee’s character and his interesting backstory, as well as the beginning of his bond with Clementine. 

Also, the final shot where all the lights go out and you can see Clementine sprinting towards Lee is such a great way to end it. 

And I’m looking at my stats for the episode and only 30% of people saved Duck? Wow. AND 48% of people chose Carly??? Wow. 

That’s so damn interesting. 

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg lilly #twdg carly #twdg doug #twdg larry #twdg kenny #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg mitch #lee everett #this one ended up pretty long so i put a keep reading thing in there

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Negan imagines - The Blame Part 16

AN: Season 8 is really pissing me off with the dragging on and lack of Negan.

Catch up here: (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)(Part 10)(Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Here’s Ricky!

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2,005

Warnings: Strong language, violence.

The next few days after Sasha’s death were hard. They were really hard.

Negan knew that her death would seriously affect you after you broke down in his arms and seeing you so broken, so numb, made his more human side come out. He wasn’t all smart-ass remarks and purposely irritating. 

“Hey.” Negan smirked at you as he leant in the doorway, lucille loose in his grip, his head resting against the frame as he watched you move across the room towards the sink in nothing but one of Negan’s white shirts. 

You looked over at him for split second before turning and leaning against the wall opposite him. 

You watched him swagger towards you, placing Negan down against the arm chair as he slowly got closer to you. 

“I’ve got a meeting in a couple minutes but I thought I’d better check on my favourite girl.” He wrapped his arm around your back and brought himself closer to you. 

You couldn’t help but close your eyes at the warm touch. 

“I’m okay.” You whispered before opening your eyes and looking up at the older man. 

“God, you’re beautiful.”Negan tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, admiring you. You rolled your eyes. Negan chuckled at this before pressing his lips against yours softly. “Mm-mm-mmm!” Negan hummed as he pulled away. 

“You’ve got a meeting.” You pushed against the older man’s chest and he broke away from you with a smug look on his face. 

“I’ll be back later.” He told you, scooping up Lucille and edging back towards the door. 

“Bye.” You said almost silently as you closed the door on him, falling back against it slightly when it was fully closed. 

Nega clenched his jaw and ran his hand over his face. He didn’t know how to help you but he so desperately wanted to. 

Rick softly pressed his lips against Michonne’s as he was readying himself to leave. He pulled away when he sensed Carl approaching, he knocked off his son’s hat and wrapped his arms around the boy. 

“This is the end. I’m getting your sister back and I’m gonna kill him.” Rick assured Carl as he pulled away. 

“I know. But Dad, make sure you come back too.” Carl almost pleaded, and then Rick embraced him again. 

Carl and Michonne watched him climb into his truck before speeding away.  

Carl wouldn’t admit it but he wanted his dad to come back much more than he wanted you. He thought that you had made a choice and that choice would changed your family forever. 

You left the room when you heard commotion going on outside in the corridor. You had slide into some trousers which were far too large for you and then made your way to where the saviours were rushing to. 

“What’s going on?” You asked, reaching some men at the window by the door to the outside. 

“Well, shit!” You head Negan exclaim. You pushed in between the men to see the outside and what you saw actually surprised you. 

Your dad with guns and shields and reinforcements. It was like something out of a book. 

“I’m sorry, I was in a meeting.” Negan told Rick, gaining your attention again. 

“I see you got your little mudflaps with you. So I'm not exactly feelin' a reason for us to try throwin' lead at each other. I care about my people. I don't want to just march them into the line of fire because I want play "my dick is bigger than yours. It is. We both know it. But I'm also comfortable enough to accept the fact if it wasn't. I'm certainly not gonna let my people die over that shit like you're about to. So, Rick, what the hell can I do for you?” Negan confronted your father. You tried to get outside at this point but the two men that were watching at the window grabbed you and held you inside. 

“Sorry, princess, Negan said you going outside is a no-go.” One of the men told you, 

“Dwight. Your name's Simon. You're Gavin. And you...” You watched Rick as his finger moved from saviour to saviour. 

“Regina.” The woman beside Eugene who you couldn’t see but could hear spoke. 

“––Rick, I'd feel remiss if––” Eugene started but your father was quick to cut him short, 

“–– No. I know who you are.” There was a pause and you could see the smirk on Negan’s face. You fought against the men holding you once again but they’re grip was too tight. “Listen, you five. The Saviors inside. All of you have a chance to survive here.  To survive this. You all can live if you surrender. Can't guarantee it any time but now.” Rick looked right at you as he spoke his terms but you knew he couldn’t see you which only irritated you further. 

“So they surrender and you and your little piss patrol doesn't kill them. That sounds like a good deal! What about me, Rick?” Negan responded for his men like he’d usually do,

“I told you. Twice. You know what's going to happen.” Rick narrowed his eyes at the man and Negan’s smirked faltered but only for a millisecond. 

“I do. I do know what's gonna happen. You don't. You have no idea the shit that's about to go down. Let me ask you something, Rick; do you think you have the numbers for this fight? You don't.” Negan wrapped his hand around the  banister in front of him, his eyes never leaving Rick. “Simon?”

There was a pause and you strained to see what they were bringing out of the sanctuary, after all, you had locked yourself in your room for the past couple days so had no idea what had been going on in the building except for what Negan would tell you. 

“What do you have to say to the Rick and the piss patrol, Gregory?”Negan asked, you rolled your eyes as you realised it was the Hilltops pathetic bubble-wrapped leader. 

“The Hilltop stands with Negan and the Saviours. Any resident of the Hilltop who takes up arms or who supports this ultimatum against the Sanctuary or any of the Saviors, for that matter, they will no longer be welcome in the colony.” Gregory explained, 

“And?” Negan rolled his hand, gesturing for the man to continue, 

“Their families will be thrown out and will be left to fend for themselves.” Gregory added on. 

“And?” Negan asked once again, 

“Go home now. Or you won't have a home to go back to.” Gregory finally closed off his negotiation but you knew that no one on the opposing side would listen to a word that was just said considering they had all gotten this far. 

“You heard the man. Go back to separating wheat and shit or whatever the hell it is you people do.” Negan demanded, 

“Doesn't look like anyone's goin', does it?” The sound of Maggie’s voice made your chest tighten, you missed her but an image of Glenn with his eye hanging from it’s socket and thick hot blood covering his face danced across your vision. 

“Hilltop stands with––”

“The Hilltop stands with Maggie!” You heard Jesus call out, interrupting Gregory.

“I feel like I invested a lot in you, and I am very, very disappointed.” You watched as Simon confronted Gregory before tossing him down the stairs, discarding his useless ass. 

However, your attention was shortly snatched away by an explosion fairly close to the sanctuary. For a moment, Negan glanced back towards the building with you on his mind. He hoped you were watching this just in case you had to get out quick but that would be last resort. 

“Sounds like shit is goin' down, Rick.” Negan uttered, leaning towards the railing in front of him.  

“You "lieutenants" you're gonna have to make up your minds.” Rick warned the surrounding saviours. 

“Maybe we can take a time-out here––” You heard a voice suggest but couldn’t pin it to a face, not like it mattered anymore. 

“No. This has to happen now. This is the only way.” Rick denied him the second of time and you saw a flash of anger on Negan’s face as he looked back at the treacherous saviour.  “You're gonna make me count.” Rick chuckled, “Okay. Okay. I'm counting. 10! 9! 8! 7–––” You had started to fight again as you heard your father asked ‘You’re gonna make me count?’. It was something he used to use on you when you were a young girl. 

This time you managed to break away and reach the doors. 

You staggered outside and the sight of you took the words from your fathers mouth. Stopping him at 7. 

You went to open your mouth but then Negan decided to approach you. 

“Get inside now.” He growled so quietly only you could hear him but with Negan’s back now to Rick, you heard the cock of a gun and followed by the flashes of Rick’s round. 

You felt Negan grasp hold of you and pull you down the stairs, out of the line of fire. 

“Shit!” He roared, and it took you a second to finally react. “Stay down, Goddammit!” Negan bellowed as you tried to stand, his hand tightly gripping the back of your shirt as he tried to get you out the way of gunfire. 

The RV in front of you suddenly went up in flames but for your benefit, a large piece of metal landed right by the stairs. 

Negan spotted this and that’s when he tried to move, only then you noticed that he was injured as he hobbled towards it, dragging you beside him. 

You, yourself, growled at the infuriating situation and then threw Negan’s arm around you so you could help him walk. 

You were so busy, checking his leg for his wound behind the large piece of burnt metal that you didn’t even notice that a bullet had skimmed past your arm, taking a lot of skin off and causing blood to run all down your arm. 

“(Y/n)!” You heard Rick scream your name from behind his barricades. “(Y/n)!”

“(Y/n).” Negan reached towards you, and you ignored him, not even looking at his face. “(Y/n), you’re hurt.” Negan wrapped his hand around your arm to stop the bleeding and that’s when you heard that the gunfire had stopped clanging against your blockade. 

They were retreating. 

You looked around at the sound of nearing walkers and you knew that you had to move somewhere safer than that spot. 

“Come on,” You lifted Negan to his feet and he nodded towards an old caravan that could be used for safety. 

You helped him there and shut yourself in. 

You were wrapping your arm with ripped t-shirt when you heard the door open and close again, emerging you in darkness. 

“I hope you got your shittin’ pants on.” Negan smiled as he had saw who entered. 

“What?” His voice was instantly recognisable to you and you stopped wrapping your arm to look over at the figure. 

“Your shittin’ pants, I hope you're wearing them right now 'cause you are about to shit your pants.” Negan rose and walked towards Gabriel. You stepped forward instinctively and the frown on your face told Gabriel an entire story. 

“I saw her. I saw her but I couldn’t get her.” Rick shook his head, Daryl could see it in Rick’s face that he wanted you back more than anything. 

“She’s a tough girl, she can hang on for us. We can wait some more.” Daryl assured Rick, 

“We can't. He stopped to get me.” Rick informed Daryl. 

“How's that?” Daryl asked, 

“Negan. He was on the ground. I was trying to kill him, and Gabriel stopped to get me.  We gotta start out.” Rick sighed as he rambled, 

“You all right?” Daryl asked, looking past Rick’s bullshit. 

“This isn't all about me. Let's go.” 

(Part 17)

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[crystallinecrimsonmoth]

Future Serial Killer [ongoing]

Chapter 21

‘Darling…’

‘No.’

‘He won’t leave until you talk to him, you know that.’

‘Then shoot him until he goes away.’ Carl grumbled into the crook of Negan’s neck, still lying comfortably on his chest.

It was the morning after Rick had shown up at the door and shot at the older man, ending up with a bullet in his own arm and a broken nose for his troubles, and Carl had been dragging his feet on seeing him all night and through the morning, reaching ten o’clock without leaving the bedroom.

Negan had woken early at eight to find hands wrapped around his throat and the angry little shit riding him like his life depended on it, taking out his frustration with sex once again. He wasn’t complaining per se, because the kid did have a nice little ass that fit his dick perfectly, but regardless of how much stamina he had, Carl would be lucky to get three erections out of his man on an average day.

This fact didn’t seem to have much impact on Carl’s desperation though, as he still used Negan as a method of letting out his anger whenever he was pissed off, erection or not. It would be flattering if it weren’t also scary, the dark look in his young lover’s eyes giving him a new kind of fear that he hadn’t experienced before.

Carl was dangerous, likely more dangerous than himself, and that made Negan both terrified and so fucking in love all at once.

He ran a hand through the kid’s hair, tugging out the knots gently as the teen’s nose pressed up against the pulse point of his neck, letting out deep breaths of warm air onto his skin.

He knew Rick was a danger to the Sanctuary, always had been, and that he’d killed more than sixty of his people – but he was still Carl’s dad, and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of letting the kid kill his own father, no matter how bad he was.

‘We’re not shooting anybody, Carl. You have to talk to him, it’s the only way the alliance will work.’ He insisted, petting his cheek to keep the boy calm, but

Carl slapped him away, sitting up and getting off the bed so he couldn’t pull him back into his arms.

‘I don’t want an alliance, I don’t want a treaty, I don’t want him fucking here!’ The teen snapped as he pulled on the denim shorts he’d picked out from the new clothing haul, tugging Negan’s old green hoodie over his head viciously.

‘Carl, calm down-’

‘-no! He’ll ruin it, Negan! I have peace here, I don’t have to sleep half-awake because the security’s shit or it’s an open camp, I’m not in danger five floors above ground in a warm bed! But I will be if you let him in-’

‘-Killer, he isn’t going to ruin that. I won’t let him.’ Negan reassured but it did nothing to quell the tears starting to well in the teen’s eye.

‘He won’t let me stay with you.’ Was all Carl said, his usually grumpy exterior breaking down at the thought of losing his life with the man.

Negan watched him lose his cool with a heavy heart, sitting up and going over to the boy. He lifted him up into his arms, legs around his waist, and stroked his beloved’s cheek as he stared back at him with his one watery blue eye.

‘I wouldn’t let anyone, no matter who the fuck they think they are, take you away from me. You’re mine, and you belong here. You are old enough to make your own decisions.’

That made Carl go quiet for a moment. Negan watched him think about his words before his soft fingers were rubbing on his beard, running through the fine grey and black hairs. The teen looked so focused on stroking his face and beard that it made him chuckle, and he moved his arm further up on Carl’s back to keep him steady.

‘I appreciate the beard massage, little lamb. Are you okay now?’ He purred, running his hand across one of the smooth thighs wrapped around him.

The young man’s face flushed red when he touched his thigh, and he nodded barely, the movement imperceptible to anyone further away than a foot. Negan kept stroking back and forth on his thigh as he replied.

‘I’m okay. I’ll talk to him, but you can’t come because I want to know what he really thinks without being threatened. Then I’ll know whether I can trust him.’

Negan nodded with a sigh.

‘Okay, darling. But you’ll take Lucille to keep you safe.’ He told him in a firm tone of voice, narrowing his eyes at the teen until he pressed a kiss to his cheek, dainty hands cupping his jaw.

‘Okay, daddy.’ He murmured, licking Negan’s upper lip to elicit a groan from him.

‘You know just how to tease me, don’t you, little lamb?’

Carl nodded, his cheeks blotched with the red blush because of his damaged skin, and he kissed Negan again, this time on the lips.

‘I know. Can I wear your jacket? To show my allegiance to your cause…’ The teen replied in a breathy whisper, lulling the older man into a sense of security while he nodded, entranced by his gaze until he was being kissed rough and needy, his lamb’s thighs clenching tighter around his hips.

They kissed like that for at least thirty seconds before the younger pulled away, pecking his cheek.

‘I’m going to see my dad now.’

‘No, just kiss me again, leave him down there to rot. Don’t ever stop kissing me…’ Negan held him tighter, leaning forward to kiss him again and groaning when his lips moved further away.

Carl just grinned at him, jumping down from his waist, and changing into a shirt and the jacket. Then he tossed a sultry glare over his shoulder, eyeing Negan up.

‘I think you should give me another bruise, Neeg, the one on my throat is fading.’ He murmured, letting out a giggle when the man moved faster than the speed of sound to attach his lips to his neck.

His already marked thighs shook at the sound of his slurping wet tongue on his skin, the scratch of his beard making Carl weak at the knees. Once the hickey was dark enough, Negan let him go, kissing his forehead.

‘Your dad’s in the prison, I had him moved before he woke up.’

‘Okay…’ Carl purred softly, pecking his cheek once more before picking up Lucille.

‘Bye, daddy!’

Carl wandered down the basement hallway with light footsteps, walking made easier and more comfortable with the lighter shoes Negan had gotten him. He kept Lucille on his shoulder, glad she was with him in case his dad did something psychotic and tried to hurt him, and kept a firm grip on her handle.

‘You’re not supposed to be down here, princess.’

He glared at the man leaning against the wall to his right, observing him standing there with a glower on his disgusting face. The teen still hated all of his boyfriend’s men. All of them were rough and greasy, with no manners and a tendency to sneer at him whenever he passed by. Now one of them had the bravery to use one of Negan’s personal nicknames for him. He didn’t fucking like that.

‘Excuse me? Call me that again and I’ll cut your nut-sack off.’ Carl snarled at him, baring his teeth and tucking his hair back away from his socket to look more threatening.

The guy just smirked at him, leaning forward off the wall and approaching him.

‘Yeah? You’re a feisty little thing. I’ve heard you’re a real whore for the boss’s cock. Maybe you’re desperate enough to take mine too.’ The teen gulped as he was pinned up against the edge of the nearest cell, blinking at the man and trying to figure out where he could cut him deep enough to kill him.

He tilted his head before giving the fucker a little smirk, running his finger down his cheek, and grimacing at the way he didn’t have facial hair like Negan’s to scrape through.

‘I don’t think you could handle me, sir.’ He murmured, slipping the knife in his belt into his stomach and slicing across his torso as Negan had once done to Spencer, spitting onto his face.

‘I fucking despise people like you.’ Carl hissed, dropping his body to the ground, and letting him bleed out as he wandered up the hallway to find his dad’s cell, smirking at the sound of wolf whistles from the other prisoners.

It took him a few minutes, lost in the number of cells there were in the basement, until he finally found Rick’s cell, seeing the man sitting up and awake, staring at the wall across from his cell.

‘Hey, dad.’

‘Carl… oh hell no.’ Rick shook his head, looking away from him when he saw what he was wearing.

Carl frowned.

‘What?’

Rick let out a laugh that made Carl’s shoulders sag.

‘You look like Negan’s little bitch. It’s disgusting. After what he did to Glenn and Abraham? And you carry around the bat he used to do it?’

Carl’s heart hurt from that comment, but he disregarded it in favour of fighting about the insult. He didn’t see the point in dwelling on past mistakes.

‘I’m not his fucking bitch. He loves me, he protects me, I’m safe here.’

‘You were safe with me!’

‘You were going to let him kill me! He told you he was going to kill me, and you didn’t do anything, you didn’t even acknowledge it-’

‘-I was trying to act like a leader!’

‘While failing as a fucking father!’ Carl snapped back, his fist shaking by his side as he gripped Lucille tighter in his other hand.

Crystal tears were dripping from his lashes, staining the concrete floor under his feet as he tried to hold back his upset. He listened to his father’s breath stutter and stepped back when he heard footsteps approach him.

‘Carl.’

‘No. He protects me, he cares about me, I don’t feel unsafe around him. I feel good for the first time in my life and I’m happy.’ The teen insisted, still shaking and gripping Lucille tighter for some support.

‘So, you’re a whore for a paedophile?’

Carl saw red when those words left Rick’s lips and used the prison keys at the guard desk to open the cell, hitting him square in the face.

‘He’s not a paedophile!’ He hissed, wrestling his dad to the ground, and hitting him harder with every punch.

‘I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!’ He cried as he just kept hitting him, tears streaming down his face.

He beat his face until he couldn’t breathe anymore, his vision so blurred from tears that he couldn’t tell if the man was still alive. He just had to get out of there, to get away from his dad’s bleeding face, and he stumbled as he stood, escaping the cell.

Carl ran in what he thought was the direction of his bedroom until he found himself back at the door, his heart racing. He walked into the room, covered in blood from punching Rick and heard a faint version of Negan’s voice speaking to him.

‘What have you done, little lamb?’

The teen hesitated, his grazed hands twitching before he replied in a quiet voice.

‘I think I killed him.’

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[officergrimes-daddydixon]

(Request: The reader is like a sister to Daryl and they have a fight about the reader because she is pushing him away, but in the end they hug and a lot of fluffy)

Note: I’m sorry this is short but im just trying to get out these fics quickly for all you!!

Warning: fluffff, mentions of Glenn’s death, angst —————————————————————————————————-

The memories you had with Glenn haunted you all day and every day. You wished you could turn back time and go back to that night. You wouldn’t have struck Negan in the face if you knew Glenn’s life would be the consequence of your actions. Now you could barely face your group. You knew it was all in your head though, no one blamed you for his death but you couldn’t help but beat yourself up over it. You were glad Maggie was at Hilltop, there was no way you’d be able to look at her in the eye after what you did. You didn’t know whether she blamed you though, probably not. But the thought still saddened you anyway.

“Hey, you in there?”

You closed your eyes and let out a quiet groan as you heard Daryl’s voice from outside. He had been trying to talk to you ever since he noticed your distance but you didn’t want to talk about it. You thought that if you said it out loud, that you basically killed Glenn, it would make it true. You stayed silent but Daryl knew you were inside. He continued to bang on the door downstairs until the noise was too much for you to bare. You grumpily got out of bed and made your way down.

“I’m trying to fucking sleep!” you shouted as you opened the door, Daryl’s hand still in the air ready to knock again.

“Nice to see you too (y/l/n)” he said sarcastically, making his way inside without your invite.

You allowed him to do that though, Daryl was like a brother to you and you had known him for the longest time, way before the apocalypse started. He would often stay round at yours when his dad got a little too violent with him, or when Merle brought home hookers and Daryl couldn’t stand to hear them all moaning. You two had a strong brother-sister relationship, so he couldn’t understand why you were hiding from him.

“I know why you’re here and you’re not gonna get anything out of me so just go” you said, still standing by the open door.

“Don’t be like that” Daryl said, turning to you while leaning on the kitchen counter. “Why won’t you talk to me? I don’t get it, have I broken your trust or-”

“No, it’s not you, I just need some alone time” You cut him off, not wanting him to guess what it is.

“Alone time? Shit (y/n) you’ve been cooped up in here for a week!” Daryl said, his voice raising a little at how stubborn you were being. “The group’s worried, I’m worried!”

“Well then stop worrying, you’re only making it worse for yourself!”

“That’s not how shit works! We’re a family, if something’s wrong you tell us so we can help you through it!”

“How about all those times you wouldn’t tell me what was wrong huh? I never pressured you into telling me!”

“That’s bullshit I told you everythin’!”

“Not when Merle died!” you blurted out, both of you staying silent at what you had said. Merle was kind of a forbidden thing to talk about between you two. When Merle died, Daryl was broken, and it had taken him weeks to get over it.

You looked down at your feet and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t mean to bring him-”

“Forget it!” Daryl suddenly cut you off. He paced forward towards you and got in your face, close enough that your noses were nearly touching.

“When you’re done being a stubborn bitch, come find me and we can talk”

You stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, he was trying to read you through them, but he couldn’t. You took a step back and looked away from him. He let out an irritated growl and started walking out of the house but you stopped him.

“Wait!”

Daryl stopped walking but kept his back to you. It was time to confess what you were feeling. There’s no way anything would get better by you staying indoors and avoiding everyone. You let out a sigh and spoke.

“Negan was right when he said I forced his hand” you started, making Daryl slowly turn around as he finally understood what was going on.

“(Y/n)-”

“Let me finish. If I didn’t lash out on Negan, Glenn would still be here, Maggie would have a husband and that baby would have a dad! I can’t help but feel like I betrayed him. I didn’t even get to say bye” you cut yourself off as you started crying, all your held-up thoughts and feelings were finally coming out and so were your emotions. Daryl quickly walked towards you and brought you in for a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled you closer to him, wanting you to know that he was here for you.

“You can’t put all that on yourself” he replied, his voice low and croaky as he hated to see you cry. “You know no one blames you, Negan’s just tryna get in your head”

“But Maggie-”

“Maggie doesn’t blame you either. (Y/n), Glenn wouldn’t want you to feel this way” He said, stroking the back of your head as you let your tears fall on his shoulder. “Go to The Hilltop, talk to Maggie. It’ll help ya get rid of this guilt”

You loosened you grip on him and pulled away from his hug, sniffing and wiping your tears as you did. “Come with me?” you pleaded, not wanting to go alone.

“Okay” Daryl whispered, nodding his head at you. You smiled softly at him before heading outside for the first time in days. The sun felt good on your skin and things were starting to look up. Daryl started up the engine on his motorbike and you jumped on behind him, wrapping your arms around his stomach before he drove off to The Hilltop. —————————————————————————————————-

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[such-a-common-girl]

“Before She Ran”

Words: 6,283

Daryl Dixon x Daughter Reader, Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: Sex (not detailed), swearing, alcohol use, death

This is the prequel for “And Then She Ran”. It’s not necessary to read that first, but I’d really recommend it :) It gives the story a better feel if you read the first part! I hope I did this justice!

A/N: tears

 “Carl,” I giggle, running my hands through his hair. “We can’t do this here. If we get caught…” I trail off, losing my train of thought as he brought his lips to my neck, kissing me gently.

“No one is going to find us here, I promise. Relax, Y/N.” He reassures me. I look around nervously, making sure for what felt like the hundredth time that no one is around.

“You’re too paranoid.” He frowns, grabbing my face lightly and pulling me into a kiss. My worries disappear the moment his lips touch mine, my mind going straight to bliss and ecstasy.

The reason I get so worried is because if we got caught, it would be the end of things. Sure, people have seen us occasionally, but they’re not going to say anything. It’s not been anybody who actually mattered, no offense to Maggie or Glenn. It’s not their business, and they know that, so they never bring it up.

The problem would be when Rick or my dad found out. Rick doesn’t like me, and I know that. Ever since I got caught sneaking away from the group to do things on my own, he says I have “problems with authority.” He’s brought it up with my dad several times, telling him needs to control me. I once heard him talking to Glenn, saying that if I wasn’t Daryl’s daughter, he’d have kicked me out a long time ago.

I say its bullshit. I’m my own person, I can do what I want. I’m responsible for myself. It shouldn’t be Rick’s problem if I want to go venture out on my own sometimes. I’m not putting anyone else in danger.

“My dad’s not home. He’s out with Michonne, and Judith’s with Carol, if you want to go to my house. It’s better than here.” Carl pulled away from the kiss.

“Okay,” I say, letting him lead the way. It’s not often we get alone time inside of an actual house; more often than not, we have to sneak out to the side of buildings, or wherever there is privacy.

He opened his door and shut it quietly before kissing me once more. We walk up to his bedroom, and don’t bother closing his door. We needed it open just in case Rick decided to make a surprise appearance.

Just as he was about to enter me, I heard footsteps.

“Shit,” I say, jumping off the bed and scurrying to put my clothes back on. We must have been too into the moment to hear the front door open. I’m still only half dressed when Rick shows up in the doorway, He pauses, scanning his eyes around the room, taking in the scene. Carl was still completely unclothed on the bed, all he had on was his stupid hat (why he doesn’t take that off when we’re having sex, I don’t know), and I’m standing next to the bed in only my t-shirt.

“Downstairs, now.” He says through his teeth. Oh man. He looked pissed. I looked over at Carl, whose head was down and staring at the floor.

We finish getting dressed and slowly made our way downstairs. Rick was pacing the floor, his hand running through his hair and his head shaking. We take a seat on the couch and wait for him to speak.

“Carl, I’m disappointed in you.” Rick looks him dead in the eye. “Why would you do this?”

“I’m so-“ Carl starts, but Rick cuts him off.

“Son, I don’t want to hear sorry.” He snaps. “She’s gonna break your heart. Y/N is too much trouble, Carl. Don’t get involved with her.” He says, like I’m not standing right there. “I’m amazed I even need to say that again, we’ve already had this talk! You know what she’s like, Carl! Is that really the type of girl you want to be with?”

Tears were falling down my face at the harsh words coming out of his mouth. He hates me. Rick’s face softens slightly when he notices my crying.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” Carl sighs. Rick stares at us, disappointment and anger lingering in eyes.

“Promise me this won’t happen again.”

“I swear.” I tell him, terrified he’s going to tell my dad. I’m lying. I know I’m not going to stop seeing him. We just have to be more careful.

“You’re lucky I’m not telling Daryl.” He shoots at me. “If I see you two in this predicament again, I will. Now get out of my house.”

Carl doesn’t say anything as he watches me walk away, and outside. I sit on their front porch, crying until I ran out of tears.

Nobody cares for me here, nobody except Carl. Rick blatantly hates me, and I’m pretty sure my dad does, too. We fight all the time, it’s gotten to the point where we barely even speak anymore. If we’re speaking, it’s an argument. Everybody else just ignores me, acts like I’m not there.

-

“We’ve gotta be quick.” I tell Carl, sliding my pants down my legs. We managed to find places to be together, but it comes at a price. We sneak out of our houses at night, and meet up with each other just outside the borders of Alexandria. It’s become almost a nightly thing for the past few months, but I’m worried about what’s going to happen when winter comes and it’s too cold to be sneaking around at night.

I lower myself on to him, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. This wasn’t just sex, not for me. I can’t speak for him, but I know that I have strong feelings for him. I’d like to think that he feels to same towards me, but we never really talk about it. To be fair, we don’t really get the chance to talk at all. Our time was limited to just our nightly “disobeying our parents” sessions.

Just as I’m getting into it, I hear a man screaming. Thinking someone was hurt, I jumped off Carl and grabbed my gun, ready for anything.

Well, I thought I was.

My face dropped when I see who it was. My father. And he’s not screaming because he’s hurt- he’s screaming at us, angrily. I throw on my clothes as fast as I can before he reaches us.

“I thought my eyes were fucking deceiving me!” He yells. “Stay the fuck away from my daughter, you punk!”

“Calm down, he didn’t do anything wrong.” I try to defend Carl, but it was no use.

“Him fucking my daughter is NOT ok.” I’d never seen him this mad. “If I ever, ever see you near my daughter again, I’m going tear your head off, you got it?” Carl nodded his head, looking anywhere but at him. My dad gets closer to him, grabbing his shirt, daring at Carl to look at him in the face before pushing him away. “You better say bye to him now, because you’re never leaving my sights again.” He tells me.

I run over to him, hugging him. I know it’s over, and he can feel it too.

“I’ll see you sometime, ok?” I tell him, kissing his cheek.

My dad practically drags me back to the house, not saying a word the entire way there.

“What is wrong with you?” I ask him once we get inside.

“What’s wrong with me? Are you kiddin’?”

“Dad, he’s my boyfriend, you can’t just expect me to not be with him!” I yell.

“I can, and I will. I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said you’re not leavin’ my sights again.”

“You’re fucking insane!” I shout, running up to my room. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. He’s crazy. I’m almost eighteen, and so is Carl, I should be able to make my own goddamn decisions.

-

The next few weeks were grueling.

On a normal day, I would help Carol with whatever she needed help doing, or just go off and do my own thing. Mostly the ladder. But these past few weeks? Horrible. My dad wasn’t kidding about me not ever leaving his side.

“Get up, we’re going on a run.” My dad came into my room, bright and early.

“I want to sleep.” I groan, pulling the covers over my head.

“I don’ care. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

I huff as he leaves my room, and roll out of bed. I look at the calendar I have on my wall, darting my eyes to the date. Two weeks until my birthday. Two weeks until I’m eighteen. Then I can demand to be treated like an adult by my father, not a child.

My dad doesn’t even care, not really. He doesn’t give a shit about me. The only reason I’m even here with him is because when the world went to shit, my mom abandoned me at his doorstep. I had met him before that, but only a few times a year. It was always awkward. That didn’t change as I got older. We don’t have a good relationship. I’m a “problem child.”

“Two weeks.” I whisper to myself before meeting my dad downstairs. I pull my hair into a ponytail as I sleepily shuffle myself down the steps, freezing when I hear Rick’s voice from the living area.

“You have got to control that daughter of yours. She’s putting herself and the group at risk by going off places by herself all the time, not to mention her horrible attitude.”

“Yeah, she’s got an attitude, Rick. I know.” My dad sighs. “But her running off? I can’t do shit ‘bout that. I tried to stop her the first few times, what good does that do? She ain’t gon’ listen to me anyways.”

“She listened to you about Carl. They haven’t seen each other since that night.”

“Because she is with me all the damn time, and I don’t know how long I can keep that up. She’s drivin’ me crazy. She’s just like her damn mom, and I couldn’t stand her, either.”

Ouch.

“Just keep the hell away from Carl, alright? She’s bad news for him.” Rick started to walk out the door.

“Hey man, this isn’t all Y/N’s fault, Carl played his part, too.”

“Yeah, because Y/N is a bad influence. I know Carl ain’t the best kid, but compared to her, he’s a saint. He would have never done that shit if it wasn’t for her.”

Ouch again. Deciding I don’t want to hear any more of this conversation, I stepped into view, letting my presence known.

“You ready?” I say, pretending like I didn’t hear their talk.

“Yeah, let’s go.” We walk past Rick, and not one word is said, although I can feel the tension in the air.

“What are we getting, anyways?” I ask as we walk through the woods, putting my gun in the back of my pants and my knife in my pocket.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“If you’re forcing me to go on a run with you, I want to at least know what we’re going to get.”

“Well that’s too damn bad, isn’t it?” He stomps in front of me. Rolling my eyes, I run up next to him.

“If you won’t tell me what we’re getting why are forcing me to come with you?”

“You know why.”

“Why do you treat me like a kid?”

“Because you are a kid, and I’m your father. It’s what I’m suppose’ to do.”

“Well, I wish you would stop.” I huff. “I’ll be an adult soon.”

He doesn’t respond to me, only keeps walking, which just frustrates me more.

“Oh, so now you’ve resorted to ignoring me, huh? Great.” My voice drips with sarcasm.

“We’re almost there. You don’t need to come inside with me. Stay outside and stand guard.” Is the only thing he tells me. A few minutes later, we reach an abandoned neighborhood.

“I bet you could find some really cool stuff here.” I commented. All of the houses surrounding us were nice sized, all probably three stories, and pretty fancy looking. “Rich people keep weird stuff.”

“We’re only here to get one thing. Stay here and stand guard.”

He walks into the house on the left, and I take a look around. I think about the lives these people must have lived before the outbreak. Luxurious, money filled lives. We never had much money growing up, and I never got to do much. My mom was in and out of jobs, relying on shitty boyfriends to pay the bills more than half the time. I only got to see my dad when she would go on “girl weekends” once or twice a year, but he didn’t have much of a better life than my mother.

I was so distracted by my thoughts that I didn’t notice the walkers going into the house that my dad was in. The next thing I know, I hear my dad yelling for me.

“Y/N!” He yells. I grab my knife and run into the house, stabbing the few walkers in the entry way before finding my dad, his crossbow across the room and him holding back one. I shoved the knife into its skull, letting him fall onto the floor, lifeless.

“I thought you were standing guard?!” He yells at me, walking over to pick up his bow.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted.”

“Y/N, you can’t just get distracted like that, what the hell is wrong with you!”

“Look, I said sorry, but you’re fine now so stop getting mad.” I put my knife back in my pocket, turning away from him.

“I’m startin’ to think Rick’s right about you.”

“What?” I stopped in my tracks, turning around. I can tell by the look in his face that he regrets saying that, but he says nothing as he just walks past me.

“No, Dad, tell me how you really feel!” I yell. Still no response. I follow him out to the street, grabbing his shoulder and stopping him.

“Y/N, stop.”

“So, what, you think I’m a threat to the group? You want me kicked out, too?” I dare, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“I never said that, you’re so goddamn dramatic.”

“You might as well have.” I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I will not let him see me cry over this.

“Let’s go.” He starts walking back the way we came.

“I’m not going with you.”

“You know what, Y/N? Do what ya want. You’re so desperate to be an adult, so go ahead. Stay here. Ya won’t last long- I give ya until nighttime until you come crawling back, thanking me for everything that I do for ya.”

“Doubtful.” I turn around, walking away. Letting my tears fall, I grab my knife, walking into the nearest house.

It’s big and open, spiral steps leading the way upstairs. I check the entire house before deciding its clear and going into one of the bedrooms. I set down my backpack and crawl into the bed, crying more. I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. Fucking crying.

I compose myself after a while, and look around the room to see if I can find anything useful. Most of it is cleared out, but I find a small, brown notebook tucked away in the closet. Blowing away the dust, I open it to the first page. It was completely empty.

“There’s got to be a pen around here somewhere.” I mumble to myself, searching through the drawers. Not only do I find an entire package of unopened pens, but I find a bottle of vodka about three quarters of the way full. “Bingo.”

I rip the package of pens open, taking one out before setting the rest into my backpack. I unscrew the bottle of vodka, taking a big gulp. It burns my throat, but leaves me feeling like I want more.

I drink and drink as I write in the journal, letting out all my feelings.

-

I’m flat out wasted.

I stumble my way out of the room after shoving the journal into my backpack, and somehow manage to make it down the stairs without falling.

“Gotta get back home,” I slur to myself, opening the front door. Thankfully, the walk back was clear and I didn’t encounter any walkers. I have no idea what I’d do if that happened.

I make my way onto my front porch, seeing all the lights off in my house. Realizing I’m still holding the bottle of vodka, I set it down as I open the door.

My dad is asleep on the couch, and I frown. Why’s he not in his bed?

I threw my backpack on the ground, stumbling to the kitchen, dizzy as hell.

“Back already, huh?” I hear my dad stir.

“Mhmmmm.” I drink a glass of water. He walks over to me, making a face.

“And you’re drunk. Unbelievable.”

“Shit, dad, I’m-“ I didn’t get to finish my sentence before I started throwing up everywhere.

“God, Y/N, you’re a mess.” He catches me before I can fall over. That’s the last thing I hear before everything goes black.

-

I wake up the next morning in my bed, in fresh clothes and my hair pulled back. My dad must have took care of me after I passed out on him last night. I look around, noticing my backpack right next to my bed as well.

“Mornin’.” My dad says, making me jump as he walked into my room.

“Hi.”

“How you feel?”

“Like shit.” I admit.

“You can’t keep pulling shit like that, Y/N. Ya can’t come home drunk as fuck like that.”

“I know.”

He hands me a glass of water, and sits at the end of my bed.

“Look, kid, I know what I said yesterday wasn’ cool.” He starts. “And I shouldn’t have told ya to stay back.”

“It’s fine.” I shrug. “Didn’t bother me. Couldn’t care less.” What a lie.

“Y/N, don’t do that. Don’t act like a heartless bitch.”

“Maybe I am a heartless bitch, ya ever think of that?” I shot back.

“You know what, fine. I try to be nice and come in here and apologize. Learnt my lesson.” He stomps off. Groaning, I lay back down and go to sleep.

-

“I need to be able to trust you.” My dad tells me as we stand in the streets.

“I swear, I swear to God that you can. I won’t do anything bad while you’re gone, I promise.” I say quickly, getting excited that he was finally letting me stay back by myself.

It’s been a week since my drunken homecoming, and believe it or not, my dad and I have managed to go the entire time without fighting. Him and Rick were doing something today that I supposedly can’t join in on, and instead of making me stay with Carol or Maggie, he’s trusting me to stay on my own.

“Don’t make me regret this, kid.”

“I promise you won’t.” I smile at him. He looks at me one last time before deciding that he believes me, and going off with Rick.

I walk down to the lake/pond area, sitting down and enjoying the nice day we were having for it being winter. We don’t get these warm days too often in the cold months.

“Hey there, stranger.” A deep voice says, taking a seat next to me.

I look over to him, a smile growing on my face. Carl. I haven’t got to talk to him since that horrible night a month ago.

“Hey, Grimes.” I leaned over, putting my head on his shoulder. He grabs my hand, holding it in his lap. We sit like that for a while, enjoying each other’s companies as both of our dads were out.

“I missed you.” He tells me, kissing my head.

“I missed you too, so much. So, so, so much. I wish things were different.”

“Me too, babe. Me too.”

I lay my head on his lap, sighing. He strokes my hair, looking at me and smiling.

“What’s so funny?” I tease.

“I love you.”

I pause. My heart starts beating a million miles a minute, and my smile grows wider. I sit from his lap, and face him.

“What?”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Carl.” I kiss him. We sit there kissing for a while, not caring if anyone sees. What else could our dads possibly do at this point?

“Let’s go somewhere.” He says, pulling away.

“Where?” I laugh. I don’t think I could possibly get anymore happier than I am in this moment.

“Let’s explore, do something. I want to get out of this place for a little while.”

“Lead the way, Grimes.”

We sneak out the gates, making sure no one notices. We walk and walk and walk, until we have been walking for an hour and we decide to stop. I take a seat on the ground next to him, relishing the sunshine.

“It’s so nice outside today.” I say.

“Yeah, it-“ Carl starts to respond, but stops. We hear a shuffling sound in the distance. Instinctively, I reach for my gun or knife, but I don’t have either of them with me. Panicking, I turn towards Carl.

“I don’t have my stuff.” I whisper quickly.

“Take my extra gun.” He hands me his spare gun. There was a group of maybe ten walkers coming towards us, walking slowly our way.

“The gunfire is going to attract more.” I comment.

“Well, we don’t have another option. Kill these and then we’ll head back as fast as we can.”  

We kill them all in no time; we’re good with guns. Pros of growing up in the apocalypse.

“Are you okay?” Carl comes over to me.

“Yeah, I’m good. We need to go.”

We start walking back quickly, trying to make it back in time before any more walkers decide to show up. If only I had my knife.

About halfway back to Alexandria, I start to feel nauseous. Like, extremely nauseous.

“I need to stop for a moment.” I stand, holding my stomach.

“What’s wrong?” He looks worried. Before I could respond, I start throwing up all over the ground.

“Fuck,” He swears, running over to me so he can hold me steady. He holds my hair and rubs my back as I continue to puke all over the ground.

“Man, I haven’t been sick in a long time.” I finally say after I finish. “Must have been something I ate. Or exhaustion.”

“Yeah, probably.”

By the time we finally get there, I felt fine, like nothing happened before. I tell Carl bye, as our dad’s would be home soon and I really don’t want to get in trouble again.

“I’ll try and find another way to see you, ok?” He kisses me lightly at my doorstep.

“You realize I just threw up not that long ago.”

“I don’t mind.” He says, making me grimace.

“I love you.” I kiss him one more time.

“I love you too.”

We see our dad’s arriving at the main gates, making Carl run away quickly. I giggle, heading inside. I grab fresh clothes and head to the bathroom, knowing that my dad would be suspicious if he saw me in dirty clothing.

It was a good day.

-

“No. No, no, no.” I pace back and forth in the bathroom, dropping it on the floor. “This can’t be happening, no.”

After I first puked a few days ago when I was out with Carl, I didn’t think anything of it. Just figured it was from exhaustion plus not eating food that day. After the puking continued for a few days, at random times, I got suspicious.

So today, I started a fight with my dad for no reason. I told him that he was being unreasonable. The same fight we’ve been having over and over again. But I needed a reason to get out. I needed to find out what was wrong with me.

So after I got him angry enough, and I faked being angry back, I grabbed my gun and knife and ran. I knew there was a town over with a pharmacy that hadn’t been gone through yet. I discovered it on one of my other anger-driven explorations. It was cold, but it wasn’t too bad of a walk. I stayed warm from my coat and pants, and because of the sweat I was accumulating from running.

There were walkers everywhere, but I managed to get away with only knifing a few in the head while I grabbed what I needed.

I stuffed the things in my coat pockets and ran back home, and here we are.

With a positive sign on all three pregnancy tests.

“Fuck,” tears rolled down my face as I start crying. Which feels like all I can do lately. “How did this happen?!”

I hear a soft knock on the door.

“You ok, Y/N?” My dad asks.

“I’m fine!” I say too quickly.

“You’re crying. Let me in.”

“No, Dad. Leave.”

After a few seconds, I hear him walk away from the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I shove the tests back in the box, opening the door to see if the walk from the bathroom to my bedroom is clear.

I sprint to my room as fast as I can, locking the door behind me. I grab a bag, putting the boxes in it and shoving it as far back into my closet as I possibly can. I can’t throw them away, or someone is bound to notice and ask questions.

“How am I going to tell anybody,” I ask myself. Carl is going to freak out. My dad is going to probably cry and disown me. Rick? Oh God, Rick. He’s going to cut my head off.

Even though it’s only seven at night, I change into my pajamas and lay in bed. I pull my diary out from underneath my mattress. Although I don’t get to write in my journal often, when I do get the chance, it helps tremendously. I love Carl to death, but we don’t get to talk. I certainly can’t talk to my dad about anything. This journal is the only thing I have.

I uncap my pen, and begin writing.

-

January 23.

My birthday.

I wake up and look at my calendar, butterflies running through my stomach as I realize the date. The day that I’ve been waiting for.

I get out of bed and look in the mirror, taking in my appearance. I don’t look older, but there’s a feeling about it. I feel different. But that might just be the pregnancy.

I throw on clothes, my typical outfit of jeans, boots, and a long sleeve shirt. Nothing fancy. I walk downstairs to see Carol in the kitchen, making pancakes. I wasn’t surprised to see her there. Except for that one day that my dad let me stay alone, he always had Carol “watch” over me if he wasn’t there.

“Good morning, Carol. Where’s my dad?” I question.

“He’s off with Glenn doing some things. Care to help me bring these over to Maggie’s?” She asks, pointing to the pile of pancakes lying in a dish.

“Sure.” I grabbed one dish while she grabbed the other, walking down the street to their house. The whole group is there, plus some other people whose name’s I wasn’t sure of.

I sat down next to Carl at the table, since my dad was out and Rick was nowhere to be seen, and I started eating.

“Happy birthday, babe.” He holds my hand under the table as I reach to grab food.

“Thanks.”

As we all sat at the table talking, I realized this might be my only chance to talk to Carl alone. I started feeling sick to my stomach, for once not from morning sickness and just from nerves.

“Hey, do you think we could go outside and talk for a minute?” I whisper in his ear. He nods, and we go out onto the front lawn.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um,” I can’t say it. I start crying, which noticeably freaks Carl out because he leads me to the side of the house where people can’t see me cry.

“Did something happen to you? Was it Ron? I swear to God-“

“God, no, Carl, it has nothing to do with Ron.” I shut him up. “I…”

“Y/N, you’re freaking me out.”

“I’m pregnant.” I say quietly.

“You’re… What?”

I look him in the face, and his eyes were open wide.

“Oh my god.” He says frantically. “You can’t be pregnant. I pulled out every time.”

“Obviously it didn’t work.”

“I’m going to be a dad.” He slides down the side of the house, sitting on the floor. “Shit, Y/N, this can’t be happening.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, do you realize what my dad is going to do to me?”

“Do you realize what my dad is going to do to me?” I shoot back. He stays quiet before coming over to me and hugging me.

“I’m sorry,” He lets out a breath. “I’m just trying to process this all. I’m not trying to freak out.”

“It’s fine.”

“Look,” Carl starts. “I don’t know how we’re going to do this, but we will. We’ll make it work. I’ll be there with you through this entire thing.” He kisses me.

“Let me tell my dad first, okay? I want him to find out before anyone else.”

“Anything you want.”

“You’re going to be a great dad.”

-

After dropping that bomb, I told him just to tell the rest of the group that I wasn’t feeling well so I decided to go home.

When I got back to my house, I took off my shoes and lied down on the couch, rubbing my stomach.

“Hey, little one. It’s me, your mommy.” I talked to it. It felt weird calling myself that, a mom. “I love you so much already. I don’t know how you’re going to feel about growing up in this world, but I’ll always be here for you. I’ll be the best parent on this earth. I’m going to spoil you rotten.” I laugh.

“You have a great Dad, you know. He’s a bit rough and he’s been through a lot, but he loves you too. I know I seem scared now, but I’m excited to meet you. I promise.”

To no surprise, tears form in my eyes as I talk to my stomach. I think about how I’m going to tell my dad- it’ll have to be soon. Today soon. I’m going to start showing before I know it, and I’ve already told Carl. He’s got to tell Rick, so I’ve got to tell my dad. It’s only fair.

“I refuse to cry about this any longer.” I say to myself firmly, taking my sorry ass off the couch. I turn on the TV, putting in a movie. It’s my birthday, I can treat myself.

I get about halfway through the movie before I get the sudden urge to throw up again. I run up the stairs, barely making it to the bathroom.

“Disgusting.” I mumble, flushing the toilet. I’m over this whole morning sickness thing.

Noticing that some got on my shirt, I walk to my room, but something in my dad’s room catches my eye. His door was left open, not something he does often, and sitting on the floor was a piece of tissue paper that was torn in half, something spilling out of it.

Debating whether or not I wanted to snoop in his room, I looked around. I knew nobody was home, but you could never be too sure. I walk slowly into his room, and gasp once I notice what’s in the tissue paper.

A necklace. And not just any necklace- diamond. It was beautiful. There was a note attached to it, saying happy birthday.

A big smile arises in my face. He actually got me a present. He’s never, not in my eighteen years of being on this Earth, gotten me a birthday present. That must have been what he was getting when we went to that neighborhood a while ago. A pang of guilt hits me as I remember how I treated him that day.

Still smiling, I set the necklace and tissue paper back into the same position I found them in, and continue to go to my room. I threw on another shirt, and was about to go back downstairs to finish my movie until I saw my little brown notebook nudged underneath my bed.

I pull it out, deciding to write in it while I was in a good mood. I can’t speak for how my mood will be later after I have the talk with my dad.

I’m in the middle of writing a sentence when I get that horrible nauseous feeling my stomach again. This time I can’t hold it in long enough. It gets all over my floor, and in that moment I’m glad it’s not carpet. I throw my journal to the corner of my room, and run to get cleaning supplies. I clean it up, but it still smells horribly in my room, so I head outside to get some fresh air.

My father should be home soon from whatever he was out doing with Glenn. I sit there and think about my future, what it’s going to be like. This is certainly going to change everything, this baby.

I’m torn from my thoughts when I see my dad coming inside the gate. He notices me outside and walks towards the house.

“How’d it go?” I ask him, attempting to build up somewhat of a conversation before I have to tell him.

“Overrun by walkers, but mostly un-touched. Rick’s sending in a team tomorrow to clear the place out.”

“Awesome.” I say blankly, not necessarily interested.

“Look, I know we’re not the perfect example of a father daughter relationship, but if somethings wrong I need you to tell me.” He sighs, taking a seat next to me on the steps of the porch.

“Dad, I’m pregnant.”

I wasn’t looking directly at him, but I could feel him look over at me in shock. My stomach starts to feel nauseous again, although I’m fairly certain it’s because of my anticipation of waiting for his response.

“You’re jokin’, right?” He looks at me dead in the eye. All I can do is stare at him, frozen in fear.

“Fuck.” He curses, getting up from next to me. “How could you do that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It’s not like we wanted this, dad!” I yell, getting angry.

“I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna rip his head off.” He’s fuming.

“Dad, please-“

“God, I don’ understand, why couldn’t you have just been a good kid? Why do you gotta run around causin’ problems for everyone. I shouldn’t even be surprised.”

I look at him in shock and hurt; he had hit a nerve. I couldn’t even say anything back. He goes into the house, slamming the door behind him.

I look around hopeless, and angry. How could he have done that? It’s not like we planned to have this kid. And then he says something like that?

“I’ll never let anything happen to you.” I talk to my stomach.

I’m so angry that I can’t form coherent thoughts. All I can think about is getting out of here, getting away from him.

I take off from my house, running as far as I can before I have to stop and take a breath. I don’t know where I am, or how to get back. All I know is how to run.

I take a seat in the grass, and start crying. I hear shuffling noises behind me, but they don’t process. All I can focus is on what just happened.

I was just about to close my eyes and go to sleep when I hear it.

I open my eyes in fear, seeing three lone walkers surrounding me, closing in. I reach for my knife, but nothing. No gun, either.

“Fuck.” I curse. I didn’t think. I was so mad, I didn’t think. I left everything.

I grab a stick off the ground to try and defend myself, but to no avail. One grabs me and sinks its teeth into my arms, pulling skin and other body parts out. I scream and try to get away, but the other two get close to me and start doing the same.

So much pain.

I see my stomach organs being ripped out, and all I can do is scream. I’m not screaming for myself. I’m screaming for my baby. I’m screaming for my dad. I’m screaming for Carl.

And suddenly, the screams stop.

PART 3

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Hold On to Me as We Go

Pairing: Gleggie

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Summary: After learning about how high risk her pregnancy really was, the doctor had insisted that she live at the Hilltop until the baby was born. Now the time has come for Maggie and the rest of the Rhee family to go home. 

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“Maggie!”

Glenn’s call out startled her, causing her to jump in the rocking chair, which nearly broke Herschel’s concentration. Luckily the baby kept drinking, more concerned with nourishment than any potential dangers. Maggie, for better or for worse, felt differently.

“Glenn, you scared the heck out of me! I didn’t even know you were in the house!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Glenn said, walking around so he was in her line of sight. “I finished with Jesus a few minutes ago, he said we should slip out now while folks are still sleeping and getting chores done. Frankly, I agree. It took so long to say goodbye last night, we don’t wanna start them all up again.”

“Yeah, you’re right. He’ll be done in a minute, are you and Enid packed up and ready to go?”

“Uh-huh, we’re just waiting on you guys. The slow-pokes in the family.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who just strategized for an hour and a half with Jesus about what’s likely gonna be a boring, 15 minute car ride.”

Glenn shook his head and she groaned at herself, knowing she just awoke a monster. He said, “Nope, c’mon, we can’t think like that. I’m not taking any chances with this trip back to Alexandria. If I have any say, this is going to be Herschel’s only time going outside the walls until he’s eighteen. We’ve been out there before, I mean, it’s been awhile but we remember what it’s like! Danger around every corner! Walkers are a guarantee and like I keep saying, it’s only a matter of time before we run into some angry, leftover Saviors. The others did a good job catching them when it all ended but even they admit they didn’t get nearly all of them. And then what happens? Think they’ll just let us go because we’re with, like, the cutest baby in the whole world? You remember what those guys are –“

Maggie let him air out his worries for as long as she could, but there were only so many hours in the day, and she really did want to get back to Alexandria before Herschel, now almost a month old, started walking and talking. She looked down and saw he’d let go of her breast. Perfect timing.

“Hey, hey, babe?” Glenn’s eyes comically widened before meeting hers.

He stopped his pacing and shrugged his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck, “I – uh, went to that nervous, panicky Dad-place again, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

“Sorry, I’ll work on that.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Here, hold the baby,” she said, putting Herschel in his arms and positioning the burp cloth on his shoulder. The effect on Glenn was immediate: he relaxed and deflated, rocking Herschel in his arms a little while flashing Maggie a sheepish smile. She returned it before saying, “He’s about to fall asleep, I’ll go get his car seat. Hey, with any luck, he’ll sleep through the whole trip!”

“What? But this is gonna be his only car ride until he’s eighteen! He can’t miss the whole thing!”

“Ha, well, when you go to that Babies R Us next week, make sure to get him one of those toy cars he can drive around. It’ll be just like the real thing, he’ll love it!” Maggie said as she darted downstairs to grab Herschel’s car seat, a hand-me-down from Judith.

Nearly running into Enid on the stairs, her daughter asked, “Hey, I was just about to come see what the holdup was.”

“Your dad’s neuroses and your brother’s appetite. Any questions?” Maggie replied.

“Nah, that sounds about right to me,” Enid said, chuckling.

“If you wanna help me get this show on the road, you can bring the car around,” she said, handing Enid the keys. She knew it would make Enid happy and they’d been letting Enid practice driving within the walls of the Hilltop for months now.

Predictably, Enid’s face light up. “Yes, awesome! Can I drive us back to Alexandria?”

“Oh my god, I’ll give you a car of your own right now if you go suggest that to Glenn! Sweetie, he doesn’t even trust me to make this drive.”

Enid nodded and headed for the door while Maggie brought the car seat upstairs. Herschel was fast asleep, like she knew he’d be, and Glenn was considerably calmer than he had been all morning. With those two developments, the trek to the car was smooth sailing.

Glenn only looked proud when he saw who was driving the car, but said immediately, “Alright, alright, my turn now.”

For a second Enid looked like she’d tease him, but she seemed to change her mind. She moved to get into the backseat on the side opposite where Maggie was currently negotiating Herschel’s car seat, but Maggie looked up and stopped her.

“Hey, uh, would you maybe mind sitting up front, Enid?”

Raising an eyebrow, she replied with a hesitant, “Sure,” and opened the passenger door instead. As she put her feet up on the dashboard and settled in, Glenn looked at Maggie.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, you know, uh, nothing.” Maggie tried to look very interested in the car seat, tickling Herschel’s tummy as he blearily looked at her, awakened for a moment by all of the commotion.

Glenn shut the driver’s door so that Enid couldn’t hear as he whispered, “Wow.”

“What?” Maggie asked, double checking the car seat once more before shutting the door to the backseat.

“Nothing,” Glenn said, a wide smile slowly spreading across his face, “I just think it’s pretty funny that you’ve been trying to convince me that I’m the crazy neurotic parent when you’ve been worrying just as much as I have.”

“Oh, don’t you look so happy with yourself, mister.”

“But I am! I’m not the crazy one this time! Before you were all like: ‘It’s just a fifteen minute car ride, Glenn! We’ve taken showers for longer than that, honey!’ And now you’re standing here, unable to sit more than two feet away from your baby!”

Maggie groaned inwardly. Her husband was completely right, but she couldn’t very well admit how much of a hypocrite she was. Weakly, she protested, “I’m not sittin’ in the back because I’m worried, no, I just wanna sit next to him in case he needs something or gets bored…”

Leaning over to look through the window at his son, Glenn said, “Oh, right, of course, how could I be so wrong? Look at him, he’s gonna wake up any minute and demand that you sing and dance for his entertainment.” Glenn gestured to Herschel who was, predictably, fast asleep again. God, babies really were useless sometimes.

She sighed. There was no winning this one. Glenn seemed to take her expression as a surrender because he didn’t push her any further.

His smile softened at the look on her face; his eyes met hers and for a moment, Glenn and Maggie were thinking the exact same thing: we’ll keep him safe.

Glenn reached his hand out and placed it on his wife’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly for a perfectly brief moment. A peace offering, even if no war preceded it.

“C’mon,” Maggie said, “We should get out of here before the folks here change their minds about letting us leave.”

“Well can you blame them? The Rhee’s are a pretty awesome family to be around!”

“Whatever, Mr. Rhee, just get in the car.”

They were in the car and buckled up in a flash, but Glenn hesitated before starting the car, and after seeing him just staring out the window, Maggie asked, “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Nothing, nothing, I just – I think I might kind of miss this place.”

Immediately, Maggie was overcome with a bit of nostalgia for this place that she’d had to reluctantly accept as her home for the past eight months. As eager as she was to live with her friends again, she had made new friends with the residents of the Hilltop. She’d grown used to the slower, relaxed lifestyle, and she’d even miss making fun of Gregory. But more than that, this was her family’s first home: it was where she’d gone through the hardest parts of her pregnancy; it was where she’d given birth; it was where she’d truly gotten to understand Enid; it was where she’d grown closer to Glenn than she’d have thought possible. It was home, or, at least, it had been for a little while.

But there was no doubt that they had to leave. She missed Tara, Michonne, Rick, and the others like a hole in her heart. She missed her large, goofy, loud, and dysfunctional family. She knew Enid and Glenn did as well. And she wanted Herschel to grow up with all of the love her friends-turned-family had to offer.

“Alright, say bye to the Hilltop, everybody!” Glenn had recovered by now and was driving away, slowly enough that everyone in the car had the chance to take everything in. As the gates rolled open and they waved goodbye to the person on gate duty and the community in general, Maggie leaned back and waited to be home.

Except for just one thing –

“Glenn! We’ve said goodbye. It’s okay to drive faster than 10 miles an hour!”

“But what about –“

“Glenn!”

#gleggie #gleggie fic #gleggie fanfic #the walking dead #the walking dead fic #the walking dead fanfic #glenn rhee #maggie greene #maggie rhee #enid #herschel rhee #my fic

[rhinozilla]

Prompt; daryl gets bit

Thebite was shallow, just a ring of marks where the teeth had barely perforatedthe skin. It was enough to bleed, so it was enough to kill. Carl had seendozens of people suffer from bites that tore whole chunks out of their bodies,had seen people be torn apart and eaten while still alive. If there was anupside, it was that you died faster that way.

Thesmall bubbles of blood and the shallowness of the bite was almost crueler. Itlooked like nothing. If Daryl had sustained any other injury with that minor ofdamage, he wouldn’t have even made mention of it.

Buthere they were, a solid half day’s walk from home, in the woods, just the twoof them, minimally armed, and a walker bite in a place that couldn’t beamputated. Daryl waited just until the truth had registered to Carl before helowered his shirt, covering the wound over his ribs.

Carlwanted to burn the entire forest to the ground. He wanted to scream. He wantedto fight: walkers, people, Daryl, he didn’t know, he just wanted to hitsomething. There was no fixing this. There was no solution where Daryl survivedthis. Carl was literally watching one of his closest friends, part of hisfamily, his brother…spending his final day on Earth. Carl’s next words had tobe important…

“We’llget a car.” He sounded hollow. He felt hollow.

Darylsimply stood in front of him, unarmed, having lost his weapons during the fightwith the walkers. He looked fine. Tired and dirty, but not like he was dying.The only part of him that looked affected at all was his expression, and eventhen…He only looked sad for Carl.

“Nah.”God damn it. He even sounded casual! “Ain’t no cars ‘round here that’d run.”

“Thenwe walk. It’s just a few hours home, and you—“

Youaren’t in pain yet. You aren’t suffering yet. You look FINE.

Darylstared at Carl. “You’re gonna go home. I’m gonna…” he cast his eyes around thewoods, “…take a walk for a while.”

“NO.”Carl’s lungs fought him, and his breathing picked up. “What are you talkingabout? This…No. Fuck!”

Thedam broke, and despair ramrodded up his spine, forcing him to bend over. Hecurled down into a squat, lifting his arms and then helplessly letting themfall over his head, his forearms on the top of his head, fists clasped togetherat the base of his neck. His nose burned, and hot tears painfully rushed to hiseyes.

Darylseemed to let him go for a moment, but then Carl felt him near and kneel down,putting both hands on his shoulders. Before he could say anything a howl toreout of Carl and he grabbed Daryl to him, pulling him close and tight.

“Idon’t—I hate this. You can’t—You CAN’T,” he babbled, sobbing openly.“Please…Please, PLEASE.”

Fora moment, Daryl’s calm demeanor faltered, and Carl felt himself be squeezeddesperately into the hug…The fear and anger and grief was making Daryl tremble,and it only broke Carl further.

“Youdon’t deserve this,” Carl cried. “You shouldn’t have to—This isn’t right!”

Darylsaid nothing, and the emptiness in the air was too heavy. Carl couldn’t standit, but he felt powerless and muted. So he just cried, and Daryl…the dyingman…comforted him silently.

Hewas one of the only ones left. Carl’s world was steeped in the temporary, thefleeting. Everything since the Turn had been losses stacking upon losses, briefmoments of joy smothered in pain and blood and death. Everyone he had everknown from his earlier life was gone except for his dad. All his old friends,his family, his neighbors…Life was full of introductions to people who wantedto kill you or people who you might only know for a week, a day, an hour.

Darylwas one of the few permanent things left. Daryl, Rick, Carol, and Maggie: thatwas it. No one else alive in Carl’s life knew what he had been through, hadseen him through it. There was no one else he knew so well, trusted soultimately, and would well and truly kill and die for. Those four were the onlyones left that had known Lori, her memory, her voice, her face. Part of whatkept Carl connected to his own memories of his mother died every time he lostone of them: Glenn, Hershel, Beth, Shane, Andrea, Dale, T-Dog…too many tocount. What was the point of a memory if there was no one around to share itwith who had been there too?

Theyhad survived years in this world, and they didn’t deserve to be snuffed outlike this. It wasn’t fair, and Carl didn’t care how childish it sounded. Daryldeserved better. He deserved to die old, to be old and to live a life full ofjoy and comfort and love and care. Carl figured it had taken the apocalypse forDaryl Dixon to experience and to accept any of those things, and Carl hated theuniverse for yanking it away from him now.

Bythis point, he had stopped crying, and both he and Daryl were on their knees,holding each other. The childish thought occurred to Carl to just refuse to lethim go: to just flat out refuse to remove his arms and accept the reality ofthe ticking clock. It was denial, sure, but a few moments of unbridled denialwere a blessing in times like these…even if, at the end, it was all ripped awaylike a rug as reality came back to the forefront.

“Okay,”Daryl spoke with a resigned softness that made Carl break all over again.

Darylwithdrew a bit, starting to pop into a squat, wincing, and moving instead intoa kneel, to minimize the movement in his side. Carl stopped breathing when hesaw the redness of Daryl’s eyes, the rampant fear in his gaze, and the tensionin his neck as he was fighting to hide it. He was terrified; he didn’t want todie. Until now, Daryl had been a superhero. Even as Carl had grown up andstarted to recognize the human faults and weaknesses in his mother, his father,in all the adults in his life…Daryl was still a superhero, especially with hisfaults and weaknesses. He was permanent. He was a fixed point. There would beno filling that void when he was gone.

When he was gone…becauseit was happening…

“Don’t…”Carl wheezed, not sure where his own sentence was going. He squinted his eyesclosed and shook his head. “Please…”

Darylswallowed hard, his face crumpling a bit before forcefully smoothing. He huffedout a breath and looked South, back toward Alexandria. “Ain’t gonna become oneof them. I won’t.”

Damn,Carl wanted to believe that.

“Ain’tgonna wait around to expire neither,” he mumbled, then looked to Carl. “I got afew miles left in me…M’gonna go s’far as I can.”

Underthe overwhelming agony, a flash of anger bubbled up in Carl.

“Youcan’t,” Carl snapped. “You can’t just disappear. The others…Everybody…You’reokay right now…You could say good bye.”

Darylgave a quivering shake of his head, eyes roaming everywhere around the woodsexcept to meet Carl’s. “Nah. Better to remember me before things get—“ hisbreathing hitched in a short panic before he got it under control. “I’d bereally shitty by the time we got back…Then someone’d have to—“ He made a vaguegesture, which he abandoned halfway through. “Ain’t gonna burden none of themlike that.”

Carltrembled. “You aren’t a burden. Never. Daryl.” He stopped until Daryl finallylooked at him. “Family is not a burden, and you—we love you. We want to…help.”

Darylseemed to almost consider it, but a quirk of his lips at the corner of hismouth showed that he wasn’t swayed.

“Juststumbled across ya’ll back then, outside Atlanta,” he thought aloud. “Kindamakes sense to just stumble back out here at the end.” He looked gently toCarl. “Give a dying man his last request?”

Ashe said it, Carl popped the button on the holster on his belt, the web of histhumb settling across the butt of his gun. Daryl’s eyes dropped to it, wherehis expression stiffened, and he looked at Carl’s face.

“No,”he stated quietly. “You done enough mercy killin’. Ain’t gonna put that onyou.”

“You’renot. I’m offering.” Carl drew himself up as solidly as he could manage.

Hecould do this. He’d done it before, when he was younger, when he was morefragile.

Daryllooked reluctant at the idea, but Carl knew that Daryl didn’t want his finalhours to be full of pain and lonely misery, to slowly lose his ability to walk,to move, to breathe, until the fever burned him out and the cold black tookhim. Carl refused to believe that Daryl would want to die alone like this. AndDaryl wouldn’t have it in him to shoot himself. It was against human nature,Dale had once said. Self preservation was one of the last pillars of humankind.

Daryl’sarm fidgeted, and he looked away again. Panic was creeping through his frame now,Carl could see it, and what had looked like calm acceptance before had turnedout to be shock…and it was wearing off quickly.

“It’dbe easier my way,” Daryl murmured.

“Forwho?” Carl asked hotly. He sobered. “Back at the prison, you told me you were sorryfor what happened to Mom…but if there is never a universe where shesurvived…I’m glad I was there to end it. It had to be me then, and it has to beme now. Because, this way, it ends. To not know what happened…how you…how ithappened…Please, don’t just disappear.”

Theyboth continued to stand there, and the moment stretched long. The fidget inDaryl’s arm grew as the panic mounted, and Daryl clenched his jaw hard when theweight of it all compounded on him.

“I’mscared,” he mumbled, looking out at the trees. He exhaled slowly, and hisbreathing hitched as he did so. “I don’t want to go…”

“I’llstay with you,” Carl immediately stated, leaving no room for argument. “I’llwalk with you until…I’ll be here,” he promised firmly. “And then…when it…I’llhelp you. We…we do this on your terms.”

Darylwas already starting to look more tired, resigned to what was happening, and henodded, looking fleetingly to Carl, then away, haphazardly wiping at his eyes.

“Sawa cabin back there…” He tilted his head in the general direction. “I…uh…Mightbe nice…Bein’ out in the woods…like this.”

“Yeah,”Carl agreed softly, and they started to turn toward the direction of the cabin.“Mom used to say you were part deer, the way you were so at home out in theforest.”

Darylsnorted as they started walking. “Yeah, she was right…’bout a lot of things.”

Carlswallowed hard and smoothed his breathing. “Tell me about the woods, Daryl.”

Theytalked as they made their way back into the trees. By the time they were withinview of the cabin, Daryl was starting lean on Carl, and the fever had come.

Theydrowned that out with conversation about the woods, the trees, tracking,hunting, and memories of the first winter after the Turn, voices turning softat the mention of old friends long gone.

Thenext day, the road back to Alexandria had never felt so long as when traveledalone.

#daryl dixon #carl grimes #angst #rhinozilla fic

[shutupimtryin2write]

Loved by the Shadows 

Chapter 3

(no warnings)

I walked around the farm a little bit just to give myself something to do, this place really was beautiful. I stood there for a while admiring the landscape, then thought I should go say hi to Carl. "Hey, honey, would you mind helping me with something?" Patricia asked as I was walking through the door. "Yeah, of course.” I said giving her a smile. "Just need some help with the cooking. I usually have my friend Ann help me but her and her little girl have a small cold.” She said handing me a bowl of vegetables to wash. "There's more people here? All I know is you, Beth, Maggie, Hershel and Jimmy.” I told her with a confused look. "Well dear, you were only here for about two days and you slept at least a whole day.” She said nudging my shoulder. "Yep, you got me there" I said smiling. "So what are we making?" I asked putting my blonde hair up in a ponytail. "We're going to make vegetable soup, it's easier to make a big batch of that than anything else" she said trying to reach another bowl. I stood on my tiptoes and got the bowl down for her. "You see? That's why I needed your help.” She said giving me a grin.

While we were waiting for the vegetables to cook, I took a few minutes to go check on Carl like I had originally planned. "Hey, how's he doing?" I asked Lori and Rick who were sitting besides his bed. "He's doing better. He's been such a trooper.” Lori said wiping a stray tear away. I went to sit at the edge of the bed and Carls eyes fluttered open. "Casey! I missed you.” Carl said with a huge smile on his face. "Back at ya kid. I like your hat" I stated flicking it with my index finger. "Yeah, isn't it great? Dad gave it to me" He said beaming. "It's pretty awesome, I'm kinda jealous" I said. "Hmm, well maybe you can wear it sometimes. What do you think dad, can Casey wear it?" Carl asked Rick seriously. "It's your hat now, you can do whatever you want with it.” Rick said smirking at Carl and I. "Awesome!" Carl exclaimed happily. This kid was too cute. "I gotta get back downstairs, when I'm finished I'll bring you guys back up some soup. Sound good?" I asked. "Yeah, that would be great thanks so much Casey.” Rick said. "Yes! Food! I'm starving" Carl said smiling widely. "Ok, I'll be back in a few.” I said nodding at them.

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"Do you know where Maggie went?" Patricia asked. "She went on a run to get a few things with Glenn.” I said and she nodded in reply. Her and I talked for the whole time we were cooking. She was such a sweet lady, I felt absolutely terrible that Otis died. From what I've heard about him he seemed like such a great man. It wasn't his fault that Carl got shot, it was just one of those freak accidents. "Mmmm, that smells amazing.” I sighed sniffing the large pot of soup that Patricia was putting on the table. I got out a few bowls and filled them with soup to bring up to the Grimes family.

"Good, god that's good.” Lori said savoring the flavors. "Yeah, Patricia's quite the expert at cooking. I don't know who's better her or Carol.” I said chuckling a little. "I'll come see you again tomorrow, alright?" I asked Carl. "Yep! I'll be waiting.” Carl said. "Bye you guys, see you later.” I said to Rick and Lori making my way towards the door. "See ya Case.” they both called. As I walked back down the stairs I couldn't help but look at the pictures, you forget that there was actually a regular life before all of this. I sighed and continued my way into the kitchen. "Case, sweety, can you bring these bowls up to the girls? They're the up the stairs first door on the right.” Patricia said. "Sure thing.” I said taking the bowls from her and hauling myself back up the stairs. I knocked on the door softly and someone called "Yep, come in". I slowly opened the door and almost dropped the bowls on the ground when I laid eyes on the people in front of me.

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"Aunt Ann!" I said tossing the steaming bowls of soup on the nearby dresser and flinging my arms around her for hug. "Casey, you're alive!" my little cousin Kate said excitedly wedging in the middle of her mom and I. "I never thought I'd see you again.” My aunt said, tears streaming down her face. "I was trying to make my way towards Atlanta, but they weren't letting anyone through. They started dropping napalm in the streets and oh my god. I didn't know if you had gotten out or not." I said wiping the tears away from my eyes. "How'd you guys end up here?" I asked trying to pull myself together. "Hershel and I were in a church group together, when the breakout first started, him and his family insisted that Kate and I stay with them.” Ann replied. I nodded still not believing what I was seeing. "So how'd you end up here?" She asked.

I told her everything that happened and how we got here. I even explained what happened to Leah and tried not to cry at the thought again. "I'm so sorry, Leah was just like family.” Ann said taking me in for another hug. Suddenly, we heard a gun shot making us jump. I ran towards the window, but could only make someone being run towards the house, when they got up to the front porch I saw who it was. Daryl. I scrambled out of my Aunts bedroom to where Daryl was being put down. "Oh my god, oh my god.” I whispered. "Is he ok!?" I exclaimed. "Daryl!". "Please get her out of here.” Hershel said and Rick and Shane led me out of the room. "What the hell happened?" I asked trying to calm my breathing. "He came back full of blood, had ripped a damn arrow out of this side.” Rick explained and my eyes widened. "Andrea shot him thinking he was a walker.” Rick added. "Stupid bitch..” I mumbled under my breath. "Come on, let's go. Hershel will get us when he's finished with Daryl.” Rick said. "No, I'm going to stay here until he's done.” I said sitting on the floor. "Well ok then.” Rick smirked and left. Shane stood there a moment, giving me a weird look and stomped off.

I sat there twiddling my thumbs, reminding myself of a kid sitting in detention. I was bored to death as the time passed, but I was not leaving this spot until I knew he was ok. Since I was doing nothing, my mind started to wander, thinking about what Daryl did before all of this. Was he always this uptight? What was his family like? Did he have a girlfriend? I ended up laughing at my last thought. "Oh Case, you are in too deep" I thought to myself. The door opened, tearing me from my nice daydream about Daryl and I. "He's fine, just gotta keep an eye on him so he doesn't rip his stitches. Something tells me that's going to be hard to do.” Hershel said wiping his hands clean with a wet towel. "You're sure right about that. He is damn stubborn.” I said smiling at him and standing up. "There's soup downstairs, you should get some while you can.” I told Hershel who thanked me and made his way downstairs.

I bit my lip before knocking on the door. "Come in.” I heard Daryl's rough voice say making my stomach flip. "Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked pulling a chair next to his bed. "Like I got shot.” Daryl said making me smirk. Did he just make a joke? "What happened out there?" I asked. "Damn horse threw me off, fell down a ravine, my own arrow fuckin’ impaled me.” He told me like it wasn't a big deal. "That's insane Daryl.” I said looking at him full of concern. We looked at each other for what seemed life forever until I blinked my eyes a few times, taking me out of my trans. "Uh, there's food downstairs. You hungry?” I asked. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, I'll be right back.” I told him getting up and shutting the door quietly. When I entered the kitchen everyone asked me questions about my Aunt and Cousin, who both made friends quickly. Even they were shocked that we had found each other. A few minutes later I had to excuse myself and told them I had to bring Daryl his food. They all gave me a knowing look and I looked back at them confused. Did they know something I didn't?

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I came back in the room with a bowl of soup for Daryl and I. I handed him his and took my seat on the large chair next to him tucking my legs underneath me. "You don't gotta stay ere' if ya don't wanna.” Daryl said in a low voice. "But I want too" I stated smiling at him. "I found my Aunt and Cousin" I said breaking the silence making Daryl look back to me. "They were friends with Hershel before all this started and ended up here.” I told him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and nodded, but didn't say anything back. God this man was hard to get a reply out of. I didn't really care, although, sometimes I did wish I knew what he was thinking. "I will break those walls Daryl Dixon, you mark my words.” I thought inwardly smiling to myself. To be honest, I was grateful that he even allowed me to spend this much time with him. Then there was a knock at the door. "Come on in.” I said. The door swung open revealing my little cousin Kate. "Hi, are you Daryl?" Kate asked jumping on the bed next to him. He was startled by the movement but nodded his head. "Hi, I'm Kate.” she said sticking out her hand. Daryl hesitated for a moment but lifted his hand to shake her tiny one.

"Casey, will you tuck me in?" Kate asked looking to me. "Of course, I'll be there in a minute.” I said smiling at her. "See you later Daryl! Hope your boo-boos feel better" Kate said leaping off the bed and running out the door. I chuckled looking at him stare after my cousin in complete shock. "I guess, I better get going.” I said taking the empty bowl from his hands. Before I left, I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. I felt him tense under me, I pulled away quickly, not knowing where my sudden courage came from. My face flushed as I turned around and headed for the door. "Night, Casey.” Daryl called in a raspy voice. "Night, Daryl.” I said closing the the door behind me. I brought my fingers up to my lips, thinking about how warm his skin was against mine.

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"Is Daryl your boyfriend?" Kate asked as she hopped into bed getting under the covers. “No." I said instantly blushing at her question. "Well he's, cute. I think he should be your boyfriend!" Kate exclaimed giving me a big smile. "Shhh, alright that's enough, let's get you to sleep" I said beginning to pull up her blankets. "Hey, Casey will you stay in my room with me until I fall asleep? Mommy won't be up here for a really long time and I don't want to be alone.” She asked in a small voice. I nodded taking off my boots and getting into bed with her. She instantly snuggled against my side and promptly fell asleep. I looked at the little girl nestled next to me and my heart swelled. "I'll do everything in my power to protect you.. I promise.” I whispered quietly. Before I knew it my eyes began to droop and I fell into a deep sleep.

It’s finally up! Please comment & let me know if you’d like me to add more to this story! xoxo

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[jjaywmac]

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Marcia

You have just been the victim of what is known in television as a “tease.” It is something, or anything, to keep the audience watching and away from the clicker. So while I still have your attention, let’s discuss my new career.

Since I wasn’t trained to do anything except throw a baseball, the field was wide open. Growing up, I was fascinated by my father’s work. The usual conversation at the dinner table was a discussion of the case he was working on. Dad would give facts and clues, and it was up to Tommie and yours truly to close the case. Being financially secure and having, as the players might say, “time drippin’ out of my butt,” I figured what the hell.

In the state of Florida, you don’t just proclaim yourself a Private Investigator, there is a course to take. But since this is Florida, you are only required to show up for twenty-four of the forty hours. Three weeks and a practice test later, I drove up to Orlando to take the exam. As I sat in the room with a group of nervous candidates, it occurred to me that the same people who ran the Inquisition had quizzed me in College – the Jesuits. No lousy State exam bothered me. I passed. So, now armed with a card that announced me as a licensed Private Investigator in the Sunshine State, I set to work.

I passed up the obligatory office on Main Street for a desk, a couch, two chairs, and some file cabinets. My den is now the World Wide Headquarters of Vic Landell Investigations.

In my first year on the job, the cases I worked on fell into two categories. Fifty percent were suspicious wives who hired me to follow their husbands to discover if they were getting a little sumthin’ sumthin’ on the side, and the other fifty percent were curious husbands who had hired me to find out if their wives were playing hide-the-salami with the pool boy. Many are the nights I spent parked outside a strange house, armed with my trusty Nikon. In time, I earned the nickname “Wrecking Ball” because of all the happy homes I’d broken up. OK, so I wasn’t on the hunt for the Maltese Falcon, but I was a Florida private eye. From jump, I made myself a promise that I would work hard and take the job seriously like my dad – no dilettantes here.

You have been very patient, so let’s talk about my date. This, by the way, is not a first date. It’s probably the 101st date. Tonight, I’m seeing my girlfriend. What’s the big deal? You haven’t seen my girlfriend. Welcome to my whirlwind romance.

It all started about six months ago. The National Muscular Dystrophy Telethon was held on Labor Day weekend, and I volunteered to help answer phones, tend bar, or whatever they needed. The chairperson had other plans in mind.

“Would I bring something for the auction?”

I obediently autographed two baseballs, put on my Hugo Boss tuxedo, and headed up the Trail to the Van Wezel Center. All the while wondering why anyone would bid on a ball signed by a relief pitcher that was no longer capable of providing relief?

When I arrived, Mrs. Farnsworth, a classic southern matron with what you might call an air of entitlement, welcomed me with open arms and made a fuss about my donations. Jeez, you would have thought I brought the Magna Carta. I did a little schmoozing, signed a few autographs, ate some shrimp, and then as I looked across the Center floor, I saw her. Oh Lord! Of course you could hardly miss her. She was six feet tall and had on a pair of five-inch stilettos. Poured into a black cocktail dress, not only did she tower over all the women, she towered over the men as well. I wonder if Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay got this feeling that first day? But that was only the beginning. Flawless skin, red hair, green eyes, and lips that screamed KISS ME. The body? Put it this way, she could put on a potato sack, walk into any strip club in South Florida, and be hired on the spot. I can’t tell you what the band was playing, but my brain was playing “Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress,” in allegro vivace. If I did nothing else tonight, I was going to meet that girl. Walk over, look her right in the chin, and say hello.

In a woman, I look for intelligence, a sense of humor, and – well, I’ll cop to it – nice legs. As I walked toward her, she turned slightly, opening a strategically placed slit up the side of her gown to reveal the longest, most beautiful leg I had ever seen. So, you can check that box. As I got closer, I did what a lifetime of practice taught me – checked her left hand. No engagement ring and no wedding band. Further proof of what I’ve always believed.

“The men in this town are either gay or blind.”

She saw me approaching, and her smile turned to a scowl. Through clinched teeth she said,

“I don’t like you.”

Could someone please remove the ice pick from my heart? The scowl turned into a big, warm smile,

“Because I am a Cubs fan.”

I broke up laughing and so did she. Another box checked.

“Since I know who you are, let me introduce myself. My name is Marcia Glenn. I saw you play in Wrigley Field and sat there wondering how this guy with his assortment of junk pitches could get out my beloved Cubbies.”

I’d been ripped a new one in the nicest possible way by the hottest woman on the Gulf Coast. Fumbling for a line, the best I could do was,

“Sometimes I wondered the same thing. So, what brings you down here?”

She saw me sizing her up and down so decided to return the favor, head to toe in a glance.

“I’m working the room. Actually, I’m a news anchor at WWSB, and we’re the local station for the telethon. We all chip in, and I got stuck doing our hourly cut-ins.”  

In my whole life I’d never felt less glib or clever. I decided it was safer to ask questions and let her do the talking – safer for me anyway.

“Are you going on soon?”

“Yes, my last spot is in five minutes.”

Thinking fast, I came back with the unbelievably insipid,

“Would you mind if I stood here and watched?”

That brought another smile,

“It’s fine with me, but the cameraman may not care for it, you’re in the shot.”

“Sorry.”

Sure hope she goes for the awkward, clumsy type. So I moved and watched her effortlessly seduce her audience. Besides being drop dead gorgeous, she was smooth and in total control. She did her bit and signed off. In those three minutes, I had formed my next question,

“Would you like to get out of here?”

Too soon? Keep in mind that to a ballplayer, “Would you like to get out of here?” usually translates as, “Would you like to go back to my hotel room and do the horizontal mambo?” With a disarmingly coy look, she replied,

“What did you have in mind?”

This was a woman who, no doubt, had heard every pick-up line east of the Mississippi. Now, hoping she wouldn’t laugh in my face\ I pressed on.

“Coffee for you, ginger ale for me.”

A moment that seemed like a lifetime passed and then,

“OK, Lefty, you sold me.”

We said our good-byes to Mrs. Farnsworth, and moments later, her 3 Series BMW convertible was following me down The Trail. I had just accomplished one of my goals in life – leave a big event with the best looking woman in the place, even if it was just for coffee. By the way, the next day I was informed my baseballs went for one hundred dollars apiece. The only possible explanation: Someone was desperate for a tax deduction. A right onto Bee Ridge Road and a couple of blocks later, we arrived at the only place still open on The Ridge, Denny’s. Our Sarasota is sometimes referred to as a sleepy little town, and not without reason. Yes, they roll up the sidewalks at 8pm. So, now having guided this long drink of water into a booth, it was time to do a little vetting of my own.

“Where are you from?”

“The burbs of Dallas, Los Colinas.”

I broke out laughing. She didn’t see the humor.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry, Marsha, it’s just that every year I watch the Miss America Pageant, and every year Miss Texas is a six-foot redhead with legs that start at her neck and end in El Paso.”

“While that is probably true, that’s not me, and it’s not Marsha, it’s Mar-c-ia. Besides I’m not six-feet tall, I’m five-twelve. You get credit for one thing, you didn’t fall back on that tired, old witticism, ‘they grow ‘em tall in Texas.’”

Christ, that was my next line. Rethink.

“So how did a Texas girl wind up in Wrigley Field?”

“Northwestern. Since I was seven, I wanted a career in broadcasting and opted for Evanston. That and college were a chance to see more than Texas. In the spring semester, I arranged all my classes in the morning and then jumped on the red line to catch the first pitch on Addison.”

“Wait a minute. I spent my career sitting in bullpens with six horny pitchers, tw0 horny catchers, and one horny ball boy. Most of the time we didn’t know what the score was, we were too busy scoping out the local talent in the crowd. These were guys who could spot a hottie ten blocks away. How did we miss you?”

“April and May were much too cold for a Texas girl. Didn’t you see me? I was the one with the parka on top of baggy sweats, a ski cap, and a ski mask covering my face.”

“I get it – no tank tops or shorts before June.”

Let’s see if I can pull a gratuitous complement out of her.

“When you saw me pitch, did you think ‘he’s kind of cute?’”

“I might have, but you have to remember, I was very busy hating your team…and you.”

Kiss my gratuitous complement good-bye. The server brought a second cup of coffee and another Canada Dry as we delved deeper into the life of Marcia Glenn, Cubs fan.

“After college, I was ready to start my career and sent tapes out to a number of TV stations in very small markets. I soon received responses from News Directors who were thrilled with the idea of a leggy redhead doing their weather. Well, I didn’t go to college to become someone’s weather bunny. And since no one wanted me to be a serious journalist, I did what all of my friends who couldn’t find a job did. I went back to school. In my case, it was Cornell Law School.”

Smart. Three boxes, a perfect score.

“Networks are hiring reporters and anchors with law degrees, thinking that a J.D. makes them credible. Watch Fox News, the women are gorgeous and all attorneys.”

Notes to self: 1. Tomorrow, go Home Depot and buy a stepladder and, 2. Send a nice note to Vera Wang or Hervé-Léger or whoever designed that dress.

“I tried again after law school and this time got an offer to be an anchor/reporter for a very prestigious station. Two weeks later, I was the newest, youngest member of the Newswatch3 team at KDIK.”

“I’m quite willing to be impressed, but I have never heard of KDIK. Where is it located?”

Her bluff called and her cover blown, sheepishly she admitted…

“Idaho Falls”

I almost spit up the ginger ale. I laughed, she laughed, the server laughed, and the couple in the next booth laughed. When order was restored, she continued.

“That’s how it works in Television. Start at the bottom and work your way up. So for me, the bottom was the 162nd market. Three years later, I was an expert on Bonneville County and ready to move on. My chance came when I got an offer from WWSB, Tampa – the number 13 market. What they didn’t tell me was that, while it reached the Tampa area, it was located in Sarasota. I said yes and here I am.”

Are you ever?

“So, the game plan says that the next jump will be to a major market and then to a network. There is, however, a problem with the game plan…”

I think I knew what was coming.

“Let me see if I can guess. You love Sarasota.”

“You hit it.”

“Well, this bodes well for me – a redheaded goddess who doesn’t want to leave town.”

“Now that I think about it, you were rather cute, or maybe I’m just a sucker for a man in uniform.”

“By the way, in case this goes south, do you have a sister?”

“Katelyn, and she is married, so you better not screw this up.”

We made a date for the next Saturday. She’d come over to my house, and we’d go to Phillippi Creek for lunch. A tall redhead from Texas had just put the fun back in fundraiser. On the way home, I kept saying to myself,

“This is no bimbo. I’m back in the big leagues, and if this is a dream, I will gladly kill the guy who tries to wake me up.”

Saturday came and promptly at noon, the BMW pulled into my driveway. She stepped out of the car wearing cut-offs, a tank top and most importantly, flats. I’m six-foot one, and she had just leveled the playing field.

“Welcome, but you should have brought a bathing suit.”

“Honey, this is the Sun Coast – there is one under my clothes, another one in the glove compartment, and an emergency back-up in the trunk.”

We walked through the front door and into what Floridians call the great room. Which translates as “no walls.”

“Well, I see you’ve done the whole place in early bachelor.”

“Yes, it does cry out for a woman’s touch.”

Would you like the job? Full time? She looked around and then noticed the sidewall.

“I always say that no Florida home is complete without a portrait of an aircraft carrier.”

“CVN-72, the USS Abraham Lincoln. My brother is a carrier pilot and that’s his ship.”

“So, how come a good looking, well-off guy like you hasn’t been roped, tagged, and branded?”

“Well, since you asked. You are a Baseball fan. Do you know the name George Brett?”

“Sure.”

“George had a brother named Ken, a really good guy known to one and all as ‘Kemer’, and his philosophy became my philosophy. A baseball player has a lot of opportunities, see also temptations, and it seems crazy to get married and then spend half the year being unfaithful, so, don’t get hitched until after you retire. If you are single, you can do anything you want. You can two-time, three-time or even four-time. Once you put the ring on, everything changes, no more straying, no foolin’ around. Kemer is gone now, but his philosophy is alive and well and living in me. Do I believe in marriage? Absolutely. My parents had a fabulous marriage. That’s my story. Now what about you? How is it that a mouth-watering redhead is not bedding down in some oil baron’s ranch house?”

“I’ve had my chances. I went with a guy through college, and it looked like we were headed toward the altar until one day he broke it off. He told me that he wanted more. And that ‘he couldn’t be what I wanted him to be.’ Whatever that means. Combined with the ever popular ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ And, of course, like so many women, I immediately blamed myself, wondering what’s wrong with me. In time, it was replaced by a brisk screw him, and I threw myself into my career.”

“More? Are you kidding? You are beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, and have legs for days. What else is there?”

With a smile that could break your heart she replied,

“He didn’t say, he just left. You are a sweetheart, but enough with the bargain basement flattery, I’m hungry and you promised me lunch.”

Note to self: NEVER leave this girl waiting.

“So, padna, as we say in Texas, let’s mosey over to the chuck wagon. Do I get to drive the Lotus?”

“Not today. We’re using an alternative form of transportation.”

Those legs followed me into the backyard, past the pool, down to the dock, and into my 15-foot boat. No surprise, it’s a Boston Whaler.

“Where are we going?”

“As promised, Phillippi Creek, via the scenic route. I’ll drive and you lie gracefully across the front cushions.”

“Lie gracefully? Really? Is this lunch or just a clever ruse to get me into my bikini?”

What I lack in intelligence, I make up for in cunning.

“OK, Lefty, your boat, your rules.”

In a flash, the cut-offs and tank top were gone. I nearly fell out of the boat – from stem to stern. Seventy-two inches of goddess in a black bikini, and the legs were only the start. Some girls are fun; this girl is an amusement park. Believe me when I tell you, Disneyland is so not the happiest place on earth. I almost felt sorry for the guy who passed up the chance to marry her. Almost. Wherever you are today, thank you.

“Why do I think I’m not the first woman you’ve gotten into this boat. I’ll bet if I look hard enough, I’ll find a thong around here.”

“Too late, I cleaned out the thongs last week along with all the bras, the garter belts, and stilettos. Right now, I’m only thinking about the present woman in this boat, not the ones who have gone before.”

“Did they teach you that line of bull shit at Boston College…”

“…or did you learn it in the National League?”

There have been other women, but nothing like this. Something tells me I am going to have to bring my “A” game to this party.

“Never mind where I learned it. The operative question is, ‘is it working?’”

“I’ve heard worse. Heck, I’ve gone home with worse, which I guess bodes pretty well for you.”

I just smiled – of course by now even my hair was getting hard. By the way, on top of everything else, she does graceful very well. Don’t take my word for it, just ask the men on every boat we’re passing. All of us lost in a reverie.

“Hey, Lefty, someone is hungry up here. Will this thing go any faster? I’ve been on quicker cattle drives. No wonder they call this bucket a whale boat.”

End of reverie.

Thankfully, we are a minute away from the dock at the Phillippi Creek Village Restaurant & Oyster Bar. As usual on Saturday afternoon, the joint is jumping but we somehow manage to find an open slip and then flimflam our way into a table by the window. The Oysters in question are Apalachicolas. Found only on the Florida panhandle and prized by shellfish aficionados as some of the best in the world. The server arrives.

“And what can I get for the lady?”

“Two dozen oysters.”

Lunch is off and running. I wouldn’t eat those slimy buggers with a gun to my head, so I counter with a half-pound of shrimp and then another half-pound. She hoovers the oysters and then goes for the crab cakes and cold slaw. Here is a girl with either a Texas-size appetite, or the metabolism of a hummingbird.

“Is it too early in a second date to discuss a third date?”

With a voice that Mae West would have been proud of,

“What do you have in mind, big boy?”

Very good, too bad my Cary Grant is lousy.

“Ever had dinner at the White House?”

“Not since George and Laura moved out.”

When will I learn? She’s too quick for me.

“White House? Do you mean Maison Blanche?”

“Yes. The French place on Longboat Key, the number-one rated restaurant in town. Saturday night, I can make a reservation for eight and pick you up at 7:30.”

“Lucky for you, I’m dying to try it…you’re on.”

As we walk down the dock to leave, she reaches over and grabs the key out of my hand, jumps in and sits down behind the wheel of the whaleboat.

“Get in.”

“Can you drive this thing?”

“Let’s find out.”

I untie the line and step over the gunwale as she jams the throttle forward. Now with one foot on the deck and the other on the dock, the whaler takes off. I am lucky enough to fall into the boat rather than the water.

“Let’s see what this baby can do.”

“Great, I’ll just sit here and watch for the Coast Guard.”

In a flash, we are under the bridge and doing ‘S’ turns across Robert’s Bay, all of this way above the speed limit. I ordered the whaler with the upgraded engines in case someone wanted to do a little water skiing. Oh, was I regretting that decision.

“We, who are about to die, salute you.”

Her heavy hand on the throttle gets us down the Intracoastal, through Sarasota Bay, and into the canal in a heartbeat. Skillfully, she pulls the engines back to idle and floats the whaler right to the dock. I have been sandbagged.

After extending my hand and helping her out, I explain,

“I usually charge gorgeous redheads for driving my boat.”

“Really? What is the going rate?”

“This.”

I take her in my arms, pull her close, and plant one on those pouty lips. She gives just as good as she gets. This is a girl who has been kissed before. The spell is broken when she starts to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was thinking, what is the charge for driving the Lotus?”

I turn away and begin peering into the whaler.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking to see if you’ve left a thong.”

Saturday comes after a week of work, and now it is time for the all-important third date. Tonight, I make my move. I played with guys who knew how to dress, and they schooled me well. The navy-blue Armani suit has served me true in the romance department and now will be “called to the colors” yet again. We couple that with a Geoffrey Bean spread collar shirt and then over to the tie rack for something in red. Next stop, the shoe rack for a pair of Gucci dress loafers. Finally, a spritz of Fahrenheit, and I am good to go.

Marcia lives downtown in one of the new “townies” off Fruitville. I pull up in front, traverse the walkway, and ring the bell. The door opens, and there she is, six feet of redhead in a gunmetal mini-dress, and bless my soul, the stilettos are back.

“You clean up good.”

“What, this old thing? I just threw it on.”

“As we say in the National League, nice throw.”

This is followed by a moment I have been waiting for, to see if she can get all those legs and very little skirt into my overgrown go-cart without putting on a show. No show tonight. She manages to get her appendages in with no loss of modesty. Still in all, they really never end, they just go on forever. Any plan on running your hand the length of those legs requires a compass and a map. I have such a plan.

I drop the clutch on the Elise and we take off – from  Fruitville to The Trail, over the Ringling Bridge, around St. Armand’s Circle and onto Longboat Key. Longboat equals high demand, still higher prices.

“Silly question, but did you bring your appetite?”

“How long you know me?”

We pull in at Maison Blanche, and a fight almost breaks out. All three parking attendants push and shove to open the passenger door and watch intently as 72 inches, plus 5, of woman get out of my tiny car. I, on the other hand, am less popular than a leper. More than slightly irked, I walk behind the Lotus, and then shove the key into someone’s hand.

“Get your own girl. Do you always cause this much of a ruckus?”

“I don’t mean to, it just sort of happens.”

“Were you the girl that didn’t get any dates because all the men thought you were unattainable?”

“Let me put it this way, I spent a lot of Saturday nights washing my hair.”

Part of my wooing technique is my sense of humor. Now, I have to compete with a woman who is funnier than I am.

“How would you feel about a bottle of champagne? Do we have reason to celebrate?”

“Baby, I’m out with you, that’s reason enough.”

“This may get me into trouble but I have to admit it – the cheaper the flattery, the more I like it.”

More good news, I can do cheap flattery all night long.

“I have been sitting on pins and needles waiting for news, and today the letter came from the Bar Association. This redhead passed the Bar Exam. I, Marcia Glenn, am now allowed to practice law in the State of Florida. Son of a gun, you see before you an Officer of the Court.”

The sommelier arrives. He doesn’t get a word out.

“Cordon Rouge, s’il vous plait.”

In my house, “Mumms” the word.

“I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be. That and “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir” are my total grasp of the French Language.”

That brings a big smile from the big redhead.

“Know what I really like about you?”

Here it comes; let’s all say it together.

“Your self-deprecating sense of humor.”

One for me, but she is still way ahead on points. Now, time to mix in a little business.

“OK, so now you are an attorney who from time to time will need the help of a private investigator, and I am a P.I. who from time to time will need a lawyer to get his chestnuts out of the fire. What do you say to a partnership?”

“You know, for a left-handed pitcher you’re pretty bright.”

She puts out her hand.

“Deal?”

Shaking her hand, vigorously,

“Deal!”

How am I going to break the news to Frank Ianella? Frank is my family’s attorney in Boston. How can I explain to him that a redhead has replaced him? I’m talking about a woman with curves in places that other women don’t even have places. Sorry about that, Frank, but I’ve got someone here who gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “In-house counsel.”

That said, dinner is a delight with escargots for the lady and onion soup for me, followed by Marcia’s blackened grouper and a sublime Coq au Vin for yours truly.

A note about Sarasota – you can get the local favorite fish at virtually every restaurant in the town. I keep waiting for McDonald’s to advertise “the McGrouper.”

We wrap up dinner with Bananas Foster and then head for the parking lot – time for Act Two of The Invisible Man. H. G. Wells, thanks for nothing. There is a cavalry charge of valets to retrieve the car and open the passenger door for the lady, all this in spite of the fact that I am the guy holding the tip in my hand. Every male within earshot then comes to attention when she says,

“I think it’s time for the top to come off.”

I don’t say a word, just a look.

“Not mine, the car’s.”

“Not my first choice, but I am here to serve.”

The little roll-up, canvas thing Lotus – with a perfectly straight face – calls a top is off and in the trunk in about ten seconds. So, let’s take stock – a raucous red convertible, a warm Florida evening, a moonlit beach road, Jimmy Buffett on the stereo, a gentle champagne buzz, and a leggy redhead. That just about covers it. Our tour of the Keys takes us the length of Longboat, around Bird, and finally to Midnight Pass Road, the main drag of Siesta Key. It is only then she recognizes where we are.

“Oh, you are good. My momma always told me watch out for those smooth Yankee boys.”

Feigning anger.

“First of all, I’m from Boston, don’t ever call me a Yankee.”

Now smiling.

“Besides, you’re a baseball fan. Don’t you know a crafty portsider when you see one?”

In case you are wondering, a “crafty portsider” is a left-hander who substitutes guile for velocity on his fastball.

“Well, if I had to guess, I’d say the next part of your devious little plan is to position me carefully on the couch, with soft lights and just a hint of music in the background.”

Not exactly the best kept secret since the A-bomb.

“What gave me away? The dinner? The flattery? How about the fact that I can’t take my eyes off you?”

By now, there was enough sexual tension in the room to light up South America.

“Let’s just say you’re not without charm, and – what do you know – we have arrived at the couch. The lights ARE low, and I believe I hear Kenny G wafting through the house.”

Now, we discover if this is a love seat or just a couch.  

“OK, Lefty, let’s see what you got.”

The conversation portion of the evening is finished, having given way to long soft kisses. In time, the only other sounds are the metallic slide of a zipper and the gentle thud of a gunmetal mini-dress hitting the floor.

  BURDEN OF PROOF – Chapter 2 2 Marcia You have just been the victim of what is known in television as a “tease.” It is something, or anything, to keep the audience watching and away from the clicker.