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Bodyguarded // part 2 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: Daryl and you bond more, but Shane can't seem to stop bothering you. His power act over your playing out. With your brother haven risen from the dead will Shane take a step back? [ read part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5]

“Keep your hand steady.” – Daryl said as his fingers trailed over yours. You were looking at him as he noticed it. With a gentle nudge against your chin, he turned your head. – “Eyes forwards.” – he stated. You nodded willingly trying to supress a smile. You kept your focus to the front as Daryl’s hand went under yours, supporting the gun in your hand.

He neared as you felt his body close in on you. His cheek close to yours. He moved his hand to the top of the gun. – “Try looking for a steady aim.” – he informed you. His hand let go of the gun, pointing at the overly big target up ahead. Seeing how it had set it up made you snort loud. – “What?” – Daryl asked confused with furrowed brows.

You lowered the gun, turning more towards him as you had to break it to him. – “Oh Daryl.” – you began with a breathless laugh. – “What?” – Daryl repeated. You swayed your arm over his shoulder pulling him closer to you. – “My brother is a cop. I know how to shoot sweetheart.” – you confessed with a dazzling smile. – “I mean was…” – you corrected yourself letting your arm fall from around him. – “How come you don’t have a gun?” – Daryl questioned loudly. Finding it very odd. You could’ve easily been an asset in keeping walkers at bay.

You took a deep sigh. – “Well you know Shane. He doesn’t like me holding a gun.” – you told him. Daryl took a deep annoyed sigh. – “But you can always teach me if you like?” – you proposed having rested your hand on his chest. – “It’s no fun now.” – Daryl answered bothered. You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him nose to nose with you. – “We can always make it fun.” – you replied teasingly. Daryl grabbed your face, pushing your head a bit back.

“Why don’t you show me how you shoot. Sweetheart.” – he added teasingly. Before you could utter another word he spun you around. Pushing you a bit forwards by a push on your bottom. Looking over your shoulder, you gave him a soft glare. Daryl leaned back, chuckling. – “I need to know you’ve got my back.” – he said jokingly. You turned back raising the gun. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three shots were fired in the bag.

You stepped aside to show Daryl. Daryl looked surprised seeing how you had shot the three bullets in a way they looked like a triangle shape was matched in the bag. – “Do I get a reward now?” – you questioned. – “Not bad.” – Daryl responded nearing you. Playfully you shoved Daryl away acting as if it annoyed you. Daryl chuckled grabbing you from behind. Wrapping his arms around you.

His body pressed against your back as his head rested on your shoulder. – “I expect a higher praise from you.” – you said chuckling. Daryl left a tender kiss on your shoulder. – “Or you could continue that.” – you said making Daryl lift his head up with a smirk. He left another tender kiss on your shoulder. Following on to kiss your neck tenderly. Kissing his way up as you tilted your head to the side.

You turned around tapping your lips invitingly. Daryl quirked his eyebrow up. – “Now you are over-doing it Y/n.” – he said turning his head away. You could only stare at him shockingly. Daryl’s lips curled up into a smile as he grabbed a hold of you, kissing you full on the lips.

Daryl and you parted as he nudged you to walk. The two of you made you way back to the others. – “What’s Shane’s deal with you anyways?” – he asked. – “You tell me! I have no idea why he is being such an ass towards me.” – you explained half shouting out the words. – “I hate how he acts towards Carl.” – you continued. – “Like he never had a dad? Honestly Shane is a mystery to me. It’s not like I knew him very well before all this, but now… it seems like he is meddling a bit too much in my family’s life.” – you told Daryl who was listening tentatively.

You sighed loud. Daryl and you emerged from the woods coming back to camp. Dale stood on the caravan, waving at Daryl. – “Duty calls.” – Daryl said to you. You watched him go all smiling. Then you gasped loud feeling the gun being pulled aggressively out of your hands.

“Where did you steal this?” – Shane called out holding the gun up. You had turned around in shock, startled by his sudden closeness to you. – “I didn’t…” – you answered still half in shock. – “Don’t lie to me! You stole this bloody gun. Do you think you are brave enough to shoot it?” – he mocked causing a scene. Noticing how everyone at camp was looking your way. – “You think this is a kid’s toy?” – Shane called out waving the gun around. - “Shane!” – Lori snapped at him, eyeing the curious eyes around him and you.

Shane looked all smug. – “If you want to play guns, we’ll play guns Y/n!” – he grabbed you by the back of your neck, pushing your head down. – “Auntie Y/n!” – Carl shouted out as Lori held him back. – “No Carl! She needs to taught a lesson.” – Shane shouted at him. – “Shane!” – you cried out in agony trying to get his grip off you. Shane saw Daryl storm over, making him aim the gun at him.

“No more protecting her.” – he told him clear. Daryl stopped with a glare. – “I didn’t steal it!” – you called out trying to reason with him. – “Liar!” – Shane yelled at you, pulling a bit at your hair. – “Shane let her go.” – Carol said calmly. – “Shane… Shane…” – Carol kept trying to ask for his attention wanting to tone his temper down.

“Look at Carl.” – she said gesturing at Carl. Shane turned his head seeing how Lori held Carl tight. His cheeks stained with tears. His lips pouting as it hurt his little heart to see Shane hurt you like that. – “Please…” – Carol begged. Shane inhaled deeply through his nose. Suddenly aiming the gun at your head. – “No!” – Carl cried out leaping forwards as Lori had to hold him tighter. Daryl wanted to rush over as Shane stopped him.

“I’ll fire if you come near Dixon!” – he shouted making Daryl stop mid-track. – “Shane put the gun down!” – Lori said loudly hoping she could talk him out of it. You were panting, feeling the tip of the gun press against the back of your head. Bend over you felt your blood go for your head. Shane’s hand still on your neck. – “Not so talkative are we now?” – Shane said to you. Carl was crying his eyes out.

“Are… are you really going to shoot me in front of Carl?” – you breathed out. Daryl tried taking a step closer but Shane was on to him. It made Daryl clench his jaw. – “Shane!” – Lori snapped at him. Shane looked up to her seeing how angry she was looking at him. He started to chuckle slowly removing the gun from against your head. – “I was just playing.” – he said holding the gun up.

The moment you didn’t feel his grip on you anymore, you ran off. Tears in your eyes as this was too much. Shane had crossed a line. Hard. – “Y/n!” – Daryl called out running after you. Lori let go of Carl walking over to Shane. – “It was just a joke.” – he told her chuckling. Lori slapped him across the face. – “A damn cruel one!” – she answered angry. You kept running tears running down your cheek. Never did you think Shane was capable of actually holding a gun up to your head.

The seriousness in his voice frightened you. For a moment you really did think he was going to shoot you in front of everyone. – “Y/n!” – Daryl panted out having come after you. He had followed you into the woods. You weren’t listening to him, wondering off too far. – “Y/n!” – Daryl repeated loud quickening up his pace. The tears were running down your face making you sob breathlessly.  You called it out when two arms wrapped around you.

Stopping your mindless running. – “Y/n! Y/n stop.” – Daryl said holding you tight as you tried freeing yourself from him. Sobbing loud you eased down feeling worn out. The energy left your body making you sunk through your knees. Daryl went down with you, keeping you in his arms. Turning your face a bit, you pressed it against his arm, crying your eyes out.

He comforted you, remaining silent as he knew cursing at Shane wouldn’t do you any good now. It took you a lot of effort to get back to camp. You didn’t want to be there knowing Shane was there. Also the fact that everyone had seen it made it even more uncomfortable. You decided to go to the lake sitting by the water.

“Auntie Y/n!” – Carl cried out making you turn your head. He came running over as you got up. His body slammed against yours, arms going round you. He was sobbing loud as you soothed him. – “I’m okay Carl.” – you told him, knowing how frightened he must have been. Carl hugged you tighter, pressing his cheek against your stomach. That night slept Carl in your tent. Partly because you didn’t want to be alone and because he wanted to protect you.

The next morning you all got startled at Glenn honking loud. He had been out for a run, only having returned now. Glenn got out of the car all happy and relieved. Everyone made their way over to him to greet him as it had been a few days since they saw him. You kept your distance a bit, gulping when you noticed Shane coming to stand beside you. – “One day there will be no one around to protect you.” – he said to you. It made you swallow frightened. – “What is your deal against me Shane?” – you asked boldly having enough of his power plays.

He turned his posture more to you taking a deep breath. – “Your attitude!” – he made clear. – “My attitude?” – you repeated confused. You turned more to Shane as well, standing in front of him. You stared at him feeling there was more to it. – “Do… do you feel threatened by me?” – you asked him. Shane laughed mockingly. – “You are NOTHING to me!” – he made clear with a deadly stare. Agitated you wanted to shove him. Shane grabbed a hold of your wrist, twisting it to the side.

“Shane?” – both of you heard clear. It made the two of you look to the side. Your eyes widening. – “Rick?” – you gasped out in shock. Carl was clinging onto him. His other arm around Lori. – “Y/n!” – Rick said relieved as he removed himself from Lori and Carl. Shane let go of your arm aggressively. Rick had seen it making him go up to Shane. – “Why were your hands on my sister?” – he asked calmly but with a soft glare.

Shane puffed loud walking off. Rick stood stunned and baffled at Shane’s behaviour. – “Rick?” – you said again touching his shoulder. Touching him made it all real. Rick turned to you with a relieved smile. The two of you embraced strongly. – “I thought you were dead.” – you told him. – “So did I.” – he answered.

He pulled away touching your face. – “How I am glad to see you alive and well sister.” – he told you making you smile between your tears. A surprise touch made you squeal soft. Carl having wrapped his arms around the both of you. – “Now we are a family again.” – he said happily. – “Yeah we are.” – Rick answered rubbing his hand through his hair. Lori glanced over to Shane seeing how jealous he looked. He brushed it off by walking off the minute he saw the meaning of Lori’s eyes.  

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Blood Ties Chapter 7

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Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore, vomiting, minor injury, confirmation of minor canonical character death

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The silence inside the truck was so uncomfortable that it teetered on the border of unbearable. Daryl hadn’t spoken a single word, not even when the caravan stopped to discuss forthcoming plans and you were invited to join. He didn’t have to speak. The intense glare that could have burned a hole through Rick’s head said everything his mouth didn’t.

You noticed Jacqui’s absence at once. There was an ache in your chest at her loss. She had been kind to you the few times you had interacted. You didn’t need an explanation. She had perished at the CDC. Whether or not it had been at Jenner’s hand was irrelevant. It had been his intent to trap you all there. In the end, it would still be blood on the doctor’s hands. 

“So, we’re all in agreement? Fort Benning?” The former sheriff met the eyes of everyone as they nodded. “Alright, that’s settled. I think we need to discuss our means of travel. We’ll burn a helluva lot of fuel taking so many vehicles. Any suggestions?”

Looks were exchanged, but Dale spoke up first. “I know the RV is by far the worst on the fuel but it does provide space and a means of shelter beyond what the others do. I’m probably biased but there it is.”

“No, I think as long as we can keep the RV running, it should stay.” Lori agreed with a nod and a hand on the older man’s shoulder. 

“Alright, okay.” Rick continued. “That still leaves four others.”

“We can ditch the van. Ride in the RV.” T-Dog offered quickly. 

“I can lose the Jeep and ride with you, Lori, and Carl.” Shane leaned against the vehicle in question and awaited a response. Rick shook his head almost immediately. 

“We’ll take Carol and Sophia, keep the kids together. You can go in the RV.” 

The first emotion that passed over the other officer’s face was sour, you noticed, but swiftly turned into a compliant smile and nod. You narrowed your eyes but held your tongue. Not your circus, not your monkeys.

“M’a take the bike.” Daryl stated matter-of-factly, not even waiting for input before he dropped the tailgate of the truck. “Ya help me with this?” He waved a hand toward the truck bed with a glance at T-Dog.

“That’s good, Daryl. Real good. Lori, Carol, the kids, and I in the Cherokee. Daryl and Y/N on the bike. The rest in–”

“Jus’ me.” The redneck interjected, not looking away from the task of unloading the bike. You didn’t need confirmation to know what he meant. 

“What?” Rick asked anyway.

“She can ride in the RV.” Daryl huffed. Rick raised his eyebrows but ended with shrugging a shoulder and moving on. 

You, however, continued staring at the archer. It wasn’t public knowledge that the baby was Daryl’s. Amidst the panic and confusion at the CDC, no one took notice of the exchanges between the two of you. You assumed he’d like to keep it that way. Assumptions were all you had to go on at the moment because the bastard was refusing to speak to you! Still, if he continued with the very obvious disdain toward you, he was going to give himself away.

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” You turned to find all other eyes on you. 

“Rick was asking if you’re okay being in the RV.” Lori was tilting her head, watching you with a look you didn’t really like. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine wherever you want me.”

“Probably be more comfortable there.” Carol smiled that gentle smile of hers. “At some point, we’re gonna have to address the elephant in the room.” Shane’s tone was condescending. You curled your lip when he shifted to cross his arms and spit off to the side. His eyes remained on you, flickering down to your stomach and back up. You were starting to get the feeling he didn’t like you much.

Lucky for him, the feeling was mutual. “We’ve got time.” Lori interjected before you could even open your mouth. “One thing at a time. We need to find somewhere safe to stay first. Get off the road.” “She’s right.” Rick started grabbing the fuel cans and hoses to siphon the gas from the vehicles that were being left behind. The rest of the group scattered to move things and automobiles around, leaving you and Shane in a staring match. You wanted to smirk when he looked away first, granting you one last glance before disappearing around the RV.

“Anything I can do to help?” You walked up to the door of the RV as Dale stepped down. He gave you a sweet smile and traipsed out of your way, motioning to the inside. 

“You don’t need to be pulling and tugging at things. You just go on inside.” 

You snorted. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid. I can help.”

The older man was obviously torn but with a glance toward Andrea, he finally relented. Another story there, you supposed. “Maybe move some of the lighter bags and supplies from the other cars. They may have beat you to it, but that’s really all I know of that would be okay for you.” 

“Okay, I’ll check with Lori.” You smiled at him before he went about with whatever he was doing in preparation to leave. You really did appreciate his concern but you were new to the group. You had to show them that you could be an asset. It wouldn’t do for you to end up on your own with a baby on the way. You made it to the back corner of the RV before you felt eyes searing into the back of your head. Maybe Shane had seen the exchange with Dale. Glancing over your shoulder, you locked eyes with Daryl. This time, it was you who looked away first.

You had chosen to all but hide in the back of the RV, on the bed with a book that Dale had let you borrow. You weren’t really reading as much as you were listening to the exchanges between Andrea and Shane. He was showing her about maintaining a gun. When she mentioned her father, you felt a twinge of pain in your chest. 

The nausea had returned with a vengeance. Sips of water, you could handle with enough time in between. The constant rolling of your gut had you turning away from anything substantial. You knew you should eat. You needed to eat. Maybe when the next stop was made, you could ask about some crackers or something. 

Lost in your head, it wasn’t until you heard Dale’s distressed exclamation that you actually looked up, leaning out to be able to see what was going on from your hovel in the back room. 

“Oh jeez. Aw no. See a way through?” 

You tossed the book to the foot of the bed and swung your legs over the edge to get to your feet. Glenn was suggesting to turn around for a bypass but Dale quickly shot down the idea. 

“We can’t spare the fuel.”

“Jesus.” You whispered when you got your first glimpse of the disastrous cluster of cars and debris. As the RV idled, there was a pop and a white cloud drifted up in front of the windshield. “Shit.” You followed the others out the door, taking in the scene when you heard Daryl’s bike. The hunter weaved through the maze of vehicles and stopped in front of the RV. 

The others discussed options, a conversation you purposefully avoided. They were including you but having a say in things was a totally different matter. You didn’t feel like you were there yet. 

“There’s a whole bunch’a stuff we can find.” Daryl was right. The owners of the abandoned cars didn’t need the things they’d left behind in their panic. Except… not all of them had left. You could clearly see a corpse in the passenger side of a sedan. Was it a walker? Couldn’t be. It would have responded to the noise. 

“This is a graveyard. I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“I’m with Lori. It feels like…grave robbing.” While Lori’s comment went ignored, yours earned a look from Shane that made your skin crawl. He eventually sneered before his expression smoothed out and he gave the order for everyone to go searching. 

You stood still, biting your lip in hesitation. The thought of someone taking your father’s belongings from the camp just because he was dead made you see red. How could you possibly go along with this?

Maybe you could stay behind in the RV. Andrea was there, so it shouldn’t be a problem if—

“Go on.” Daryl gave you a shove you would almost define as gentle. It was the first time he had spoken to you since the CDC. You wanted to retort with something snarky, but what would that do other than piss him off more than he already was. “Grab anythin’ you think could be useful.”

“Okay.” You kept your tone soft, picking up your pace to catch up to him when he brushed past. “Can we talk?” You really did want to smooth things over. You told yourself that the connection with Daryl was solely physical, but now you’d be raising a child together in an apocalypse. That would definitely be easier if you could communicate on some level at least. 

He never missed a step when he glanced at you while maneuvering between the automobiles. He’d peek in the windows of some but continued further out, probably to keep everyone else closer to your own cars. 

“Nah.” He finally glowered, walking backwards away from you a few steps before turning around and disappearing behind a cargo van. 

Sighing heavily, you took stock of your surroundings. There was no point in following after him. You didn’t have the energy anyway. The nausea was worsening and there was little to no water left in the RV. You allowed for a disgruntled breath, pressed a palm to your belly, and opened the driver door of the nearest car. The sooner everyone got what they needed, the better. 

The smell of the decaying corpse was horrific and forced you to pull things out with one hand while the other pressed over your mouth and nose. Luckily there wasn’t much more than a suitcase that held some men’s clothing. You weren’t sure what the men could use so you left what was there, with the exception of one shirt. Strategically ripping, you fashioned a cover to tie around your face. You’d work faster with both hands. 

After several minutes, you had found a damn treasure trove, including a beautiful knife in a holster that you had taken the liberty of securing around your thigh. It wasn’t a firearm but it was better than nothing. 

You were climbing backwards out of the backseat of a little hatchback when you took a break to steady yourself. You were drenched in sweat and felt a little dizzy. Maybe it was time to gather your findings and go back to the others for a break. You had gone pretty far ahead. 

The silence on the roadway was unnerving. You’d give almost anything for bumper to bumper traffic with an orchestra of angry shouts and sounding horns; for everything to go back like it was. You’d be in the woods at that time of day, tracking rabbits or squirrels. It didn’t take much to feed just you and your father. You didn’t have a smokehouse, so smaller game was ideal. You could still see his proud beam when you’d walk through the door. 

Those days were gone now. 

Back at your pile of finds, it occurred to you that you couldn’t carry it all back alone. Loath as you were to admit it, Daryl had been the closest. You pulled down your makeshift mask with a groan, but there was no other option unless you wanted to walk all the way back to the RV just to bring back help. They would likely demand you stayed put, but you didn’t want them to see you as incapable. Daryl was already annoyed with you, so requesting his assistance was your best bet. 

Your steps were dragging by the time you made it to the cargo van where he had so casually rebuffed your request. Barely around the rear bumper, your stomach decided to rebel. You lurched forward with a repulsive retching sound, stomach muscles cramping from the force of the heaves. Your stomach was empty. Rancid acid and bile burned your throat, the intensity of your gagging ensuring you could be heard all the way at the RV. 

Your stomach still contracted uncomfortably, excess saliva gathering in your mouth. You had just managed to wipe away any remnants on the sleeve of your flannel when a hand clamped down around your jaw. Fight or flight activated, you scrambled for the knife at your thigh, managing a single swipe before a hand caught your wrist. 

“Quiet, goddamnit!” Daryl hissed faintly against your ear. He was pulling you toward the back of the van and hastily shoving you inside before climbing in himself. You loured at him and sheathed your weapon while he scrupulously pulled the doors closed. 

“What—” His hand bore down over your mouth a second time, a finger raised to his lips. You only managed an indignant huff before something struck the side of the van with a thud. Vibrant orbs widened with realization that he had just saved your ass from what sounded like a sizable number of walkers. 

Daryl haltingly lowered his hand as if you’d yell at him despite the threat lurking just outside. The man was sweaty and panting, as if he’d been running. Giving him  once over you noticed the carmine liquid slowly saturating his shirt just above his hip. 

Your movements were slow and deliberate to ensure silence. He didn’t seem to notice you until you were almost next to him, resulting in him reeling back with a vexed expression. 

“You’re hurt.” You mouthed, reaching behind your head to untie the ripped section of fabric you had used as a mask. When you extended it toward the wound, he swatted at your hand. You couldn’t risk speaking so the two of you engaged in an intense staring contest. The hunter finally relented with a shake of his head, deeming alertness toward the flock of undead to be priority. You smirked and pressed the wadded strip against the injury. 

He let out a grunt but stayed still, eyes remaining on the doors. It didn’t take long for the bleeding to let up, giving you a chance to peel back one side of the slice in his shirt. The wound was superficial, wouldn’t need stitches, but it was abundantly clear that you had nicked him when he grabbed you. You felt your stomach drop. Or maybe that was just the nausea. 

“Think they moved on.” Daryl quietly informed you. Oblivious to your revelation, he opened one door, barely wide enough to see outside. “We can prolly head back to the— wha’?” He stopped short, your apologetic expression giving him pause. 

“I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t mean to—”

The hunter rolled his eyes. “S’fine. Won’ kill me.”

While he was quick to dismiss the event, you still felt terrible. It could have been so much worse. The whole thing made your desire to talk things out with him that much more crucial. “Daryl, can you just listen to me for a second?”

There was the briefest of moments when you thought he was going to acquiesce. There was something more than anger in the way he looked at you. Then he was shaking his head. “We gotta get back. Check in with ev’ryone.” You grabbed his arm with both hands when he shifted to climb out. “M’serious. I ain’t doin’ this.”

“I get that you’re angry…with me.” You swallowed hard against the strange taste in your mouth, ignoring the protests of your inexorable stomach. “You have every right to be.” Daryl growled and snatched his arm away. He climbed out and stood just outside the door, clearly not confident enough with the degree of safety to leave you behind. 

“Drop it, Y/N.” He warned. 

You had climbed out and blocked his path, hands hovering in front of his chest. “The least you can let me do is—” It happened just as suddenly as before. You had no time to react. You could only clutch your abdomen and pitch forward, vomiting up what little bile that had accumulated since the last episode. All over his left boot. “—apologize.” 

If it had been any other situation, the deadpan examination Daryl was currently giving his footwear would have been arguably hilarious. 

“I’m, uh, sorry about that too.”

His eyes moved up to glare at you from beneath his lashes. You didn’t think a mess on his boot would be enough to really set off a man who spent the majority of his time identifying— and very often stepping in —animal waste. This was just the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. He took a step toward you. Though you didn’t think he’d hurt you, even for reasons beyond the baby, you couldn’t say you knew him well enough to bank on that theory. Therefore, you took a step back. 

“Listen, woman, jus’ ‘cause ya got my kid inside ya don’t mean I hafta—” He cut off suddenly, angling his head in a way that was familiar to you. You did the same thing while hunting; listening for sounds to indicate an animal was nearby. 

“What is it?” 

He shushed you harshly. When you focused on the sounds around you rather than the whirlwind of thoughts in your own head, you could hear it too. 

Your blood ran cold with dread. 

“Sophia! Lori, there’s two walkers after my baby!”

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About this fic: sfw, gn reader, takes place in aoe

901 words

Sitting in the passenger's seat, squished next to Shane, you look out the window.

Sure, it was uncomfortable, but there were only 3 seats for the 4 of you.

You didn't say anything though, after they had just lost their friend, complaining would be of no use.

So you watch the wide desert landscape going by.

A white truck drove by on the other side of the road, but you didn't pay that much attention to it.

That's when the truck you four were in started rumbling. At first you didn't know what was going on, but when the seats shifted back roughly, the worn down leather replaced by more comfortable fabric seats you kind of got an idea.

"A man of taste I see. Western Stars are pretty nice.", you complimented, after seeing the symbol on the steering wheel, before the autobot logo took its place.

You opened the window to take a look at the Prime's new altmode.

Red flames across the blue paintjob, and everything was just so shiny.

"I must say, you looking good Prime!", you laugh, sticking your head back in.

"It was awesome but it was insane!", you heard Shane yell out excitedly.

The Prime's deep voice echoed over the radio, calling for his Autobots.

"I wonder If I'll see Bumblebee again. I missed that guy."

"Bumblebee?", Cade asked.

"Yeah, he's an Autobot don't worry. He's no giant insect, if that's what you thought about."

The man just raised an eyebrow at you, making Tessa chuckle in amusement.

After a few more minutes of driving you all got out of the truck, after Optimus opened the doors for you.

"Your dad is nice, but he needs to relax a lil...", you whisper to Tessa.

"He sure does, but he's trying his best."

"Never doubted that, don't worry.", you add, nudging her arm gently.

Optimus transformed, being greeted by his bots.

"Mr. free leader of the galaxy. I knew you'd make it. I never doubted it."

"Just who are these guys...", you mumble, looking around.

The green one with what looks like a cape suddenly turned to point his guns at you.

"Oh okay, that one feels like killin today...", you say, raising you arms sarcastically.

When the biggest one started lifting his guns was when you started sweating though.

But having fate on your side, like always, Optimus stopped them.

"Thanks Prime, I thought I was done for this time."

"🎶...Survivor! 🎶", Bee's Radio echoed.

"What's he mean by that now?", Hound asked, adjusting his cigar.

"We go way back. I saw Megatron so many times already. He nearly killed me twice but meh, still alive and kicking"

"Wait, aren't you that human from the fight in-?", Drift turned to ask.

"Chicago? Yeah, I've been there. Threw a brick at Megs myself.", you interrupted, proud of your past actions, arms crossed before your chest. "I've been there since the beginning. When it was just about a pair of glasses from my crazy great grandfather."

"They have fought with us. They're the only human I know I can trust."

"Rude...", Shane mumbled under his breath.

"I mean, how'd a squishy survive all that?!", Hound asked into the round of Cybertronians and humans

"Who you callin squishy?! I'm not the big one here."

"Pff, that's just armor. I'm as fast as a horse!"

"Well first of, it's as healthy as a horse. And also, it's none of your damn business how I survived all the shit I've been through. Because honestly, I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm just lucky"

You shrug, looking up at Optimus, who's serious demeanor made your heart sink.

He's always been serious yes, but a kind soul. Always open for questions.

Now he's just, well... dark.

"Well, but I'm sure as hell gonna survive this, so when we startin?!"

"Enthusiasm, I like it.", Crosshairs mentioned, spinning a gun in his servo, before tucking in back into his belt.

"🎶Where have youuuu been?!🎶", Bumblebee sang over the radio.

"Oooh, Rihanna, you got some mad taste Bee!"

Sticking your hands into the pockets of your worn down jeans, you look up at the yellow and black bot, who's optics were fixed on you.

"Well, after Chicago I needed a new place to stay. So I applied to work in a different hospital. And it led me to Austin, Texas."

You laugh

"In the good ol' south", you say, mocking the southern accent.

"I think I like that one", Hound says, leaning back against a rock wall.

"They have what it takes, like sunset colors on blue,

strength guts and virtue.", Drift added.

"If this is another hiku I swear Imma blow you to shreds...", Crosshairs murmured, turning to walk away.

"It's called Haiku!", you correct him.

"What?", he mumbled annoyed.

"I don't care what it's called. I just want to leave this place."

"Well, I like it, thank you.", you say to Drift, smiling at the bot.

In this moment of peace, it was of course Crosshairs who needed to add something unnecessary.

"Nah, it's lame"

Without warning, Drift jumped at him, swords drawn, ready to attack.

"And I thought I was crazy...", you whisper to Bee, rolling your eyes.

The bot snickered.

"Lord may you give me strength to not make anyone here short circuit on purpose..."

You squint your eyes, thinking.

"I don't even know their names yet... Wow"

"🎶Still don't know your name🎶"

"Oh you're right tho Bee.", you laugh

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[deliciousangelfestival]

I'll be sad if you... | Lloyd Hansen-Part 1

Character: Lloyd Hansen x CIA!Reader

Warning: Kidnapping, manipulation, dead Character.

Summary: You and your partner are criminal profilers; you studied one criminal, Lloyd Hansen, to get one agent who went rogue. 

Part 1, Part 2,-

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I am sorry. 

I'm going to show you what the hell is. 

That's the bloody letter the CIA received from one of their agents who turned rogue.

Before the letter arrived, a few agent handlers mysteriously died. It turns out it's all because of one person. 

The rogue agent was in a program called 'Zombie' where he couldn't be killed, he was an expert in leaving confusing traces; his name is Agent Shane, even though it's a high chance, not his real name. 

Agent Shane went crazy because his partner from the same program got killed. The reason was unknown, but Shane blamed the creator of the program. 

Like everyone at the office, Y/N, one of the profile criminals in the CIA, was desperate to catch him. 

You and your partner Noah work as a criminal profiler in the CIA. Both of you were assigned to study one criminal whose name is Lloyd Hansen. But this time, the CIA director gave an order to get an advice from Lloyd on how to beat Shane.

Lloyd is unique. A Harvard Law graduate joined the CIA and built his own security business. It turns out he's a cold-blooded contract killer. 

He got caught because one of the CIA agents shot him. Lloyd woke up from his coma in a prison hospital. He didn't say anything when he got into the trial. Even when the judge gave him a life sentence, it didn’t bother him.

The injury left a significant impact on his psychology. He agreed to the interview if he got what he wanted, like a new bed, sparkling water, healthy food, and a 70-inch TV. His reason was, “If you want me to live rotting in this small prison cell, at least let me enjoy it.”

You and Noah disagree with his request, but you don’t know how his demand got granted. Perhaps his influence outside the prison is still significant. 

Back to the present time, inside the integration room, there are three people. You, Noah, and Lloyd. He looked at Shane's photo and documents. 

"The 'Zombie Program' one of the agents went rogue and went on his killing spree." Because of the handcuffed, Lloyd couldn't cross his arms. 

He leaned back to the chair and said, "This program is more deadly than Sierra. Director Nathan must be worried for his life right now."

You gritted your teeth when Lloyd mentioned Nathan. 

Lloyd tilts his head. "He's your father figure, right? You reminded me of someone."

He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "The only thing to stop Shane is to kill him. He indeed has a deep grudge towards everyone involved with the program. About Shane, he will never hurt civilians if you want the director to be safe. Always put innocent bystanders near him.”

“That's…”

Before you could argue with Lloyd, Noah already moved from his chair to make an emergency call.

After Noah left the room, Lloyd looked at you and said, “Finally, there’s only the two of us. When I’m healthy, I will ask you for a date.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Hansen, you’re not allowed to leave.”

Lloyd scoffed, “Oh, sweetie, I could leave this place whenever I want.” He raises his wounded hand. “There’s two reasons why I stay. One, I need a good rest. Two, it’s you.”

“Me?”

“You're my favorite person."

This conversation is nonsense. You gather all your stuff and prepare to leave him. When you opened the door, you heard “Word of advice: when you are near the Director, stay away from the window. I'll be sad if you get hurt."

"Thanks for your concern." 

Before he says anything, you already got out and saw Noah end his call.

"Noah, will you listen to him and use innocent bystanders as human shields?"

"If we could protect our Director, we will get promoted. Don't you want that?"

You didn't reply and got into the car. You need to leave this place ASAP.

In the next few days, you and others are protecting Nathan, the director. 

Nathan saw you being on guard, even though he told you to stay away. He became a father figure because he's your father's best friend, and after you lost your father when you were a teenager, Nathan continuously checks on you. 

"I'm sorry you got into this, kid. To get this position it's not by luck. I backstabbed others and did everything in between to make it. What I did, and others with those agents, were dirty. I understand why Shane wants to get his revenge. So, it's not worth risking your life for me."

"Nate, I…" Suddenly, the light went off in the building. 

"He's here. Prepare your weapon."

"Run away, Y/N."

'BANG!'

One bullet shot went through the wall.

"He's here!"

'BANG! BANG! BANG!'

Rain of bullets coming through the windows

"Argh!" One bullet hit your left shoulder, and you hit the floor. Looking at your left, you see Nathan already on the ground. You see blood on his stomach. 

"Run… Run…!!!" Nathan screams towards you. 

You didn't listen to him. You tried to stand up and drag him. 

Nathan pressed down his bullet wound and said, "He's not alone. The bullets came from all directions. Who wants to work with him…"

You turned to him and saw a bullet hole on his forehead, then fell to the floor. 

"Noo!!!" 

Suddenly, there's an explosion, and your body gets thrown away and hits the wall. You could feel there's blood running down from your head. You're not able to since you thought all your bones were broken. 

"I told them specifically with a yellow note not to hurt you. Now look at what they've done."

You sighed heavily. You knew this voice. It's him. 

He appeared out of the mist. For months, you only saw him in a prison uniform.

"You're the one who helps him."

You should've known that Lloyd was part of this. There's no way a man would be silent; he wants revenge, too.

Lloyd gently brushes the dirt from your face with his right hand. 

He looks at you being weak and lost. Lloyd clicked his tongue. "I need to put a leash on Shane's neck."

Lloyd saw your eyes looking at him but was too weak to speak, but he understood what was in your mind. "He's my lap dog. The drugs he got from the program make him loyal and listen to every word I say."

Lloyd snapped his fingers to signal his soldier to carry you.

"Let's get you treated. You are needed for my plan."

He smirked, seeing his plan work. Do they think Lloyd Hansen will stay silent and give up while people who ask him to do their dirty work don't suffer? 

He doesn't think so. It's a nice coincidence that he and Shane have the same vendetta. And he got you, the key to his freedom. 

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[thecrazywriter7182006]

The River part 1

18+ Content

Beacon Hills had finally achieved peace, everything was normal well as normal as it could be in Beacon Hills.

Everyone is an grownup now out of high school and exploring the world, Scott was at Derek’s new house and as he walked in he saw Peter “Hey” Peter’s waved.

“I was just here to see if Derek had any ideas of fun places to visit” Peter smiled “I know a place” Scott looked at Peter “Really?” Peter nodded “It’s called the river, a bunch of supernaturals go there” Scott raised an eyebrow.

“You mean like all the ones we’ve encountered” Peter shook his head “No Scott but the club is peaceful, no one gets hurt” Scott nodded “Can you tell me where it is” Peter handed Scott a card.

Scott made his way to the club and he eventually found an entrance with a bouncer at the entrance, Scott walked up “Are you here for partying or pleasure?”

Scott looked at the bouncer “What do you mean by pleasure” the bouncer looked at Scott “Sex with one of our half sex demons” Scott blushed and then thought about it…he hadn’t had sex in a while.

“Pleasure” The bouncer grabbed Scott’s hand and put a red mark on his hand and pointed at another man “That’s Shane, he’ll please you tonight.”

After Scott and Shane got into the private room, Shane walked over to Scott and started kissing him and Scott kissed back as they kissed, Scott felt his dick getting hard.

Shane pulled off Scott’s shirt and threw him on the bed, Shane hopped on top of Scott.

Shane started to kiss Scott’s stomach going up until he reached Scott’s chest, Shane started to suck on Scott’s nipples.

Scott gasped, he couldn’t believe the pure pleasure he was in at the moment.

Shane pulled off, Scott’s pants and started to give Scott a blow job, Shane’s head was like a basketball going up and down.

Scott was moaning, then Shane’s arm went up and reached Scott’s chest and started to play with one of Scott’s nipples.

Scott was a moaning mess as Shane continued, Scott felt himself reaching his climax.

“I’m…gonna” Scott good barley speak as Shane was very good at what he was doing so he didn’t stop, Scott hit his climax and shot his load down Shane’s throat.

Which Shane swallowed and got up and looked at Scott was panting heavily “First time with a sex demon?” Scott couldn’t even speak he just nodded.

“I think it will be best to end our session here…don’t want to fuck you to death” Shane walked over to the door “I’ll let you get dressed, hope you had a good time.”

#teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf #scott mccal x male reader #scott mccall #smut

[love-patient-0s-writing-world]

Growing Fond

Shane x Reader

Class: SFW

Word Count: 1.6K

CW: Spoilers For Shane’s First Heart Event, This is Basically a more Detailed Version of the Heart Event, NB Reader, Alcohol, Extisential Dread, Reader is a bit Unhinged, Reader is refered to as Farmer, Mentions of Injuries

For Shane it was a normal boring routine day, he got up, went to work, stocked shelves until his hands were numb and is now being screeched at by his phone that it’s finally his lunch break. He let out a groan as he stood up from his crouched position, his back cracking loudly when he stood up straight. He made a bee line for the door not bothering to acknowledge Morris as he sped past him. He walked all the way to the saloon to find it pretty much empty aside from Gus, Emily, Pam and you. Pam was already 3 drinks in and you seemed to be busy ordering something, so he just made his way to his usual spot against the wall and waited. As he sat down he didn’t notice when your eyes flitted over at him and returned back to Gus quickly adding one more item to your order. When you were done you took your time walking over to him, he looked up and saw a small smile on your face as you waved at him. “This seat taken?” you asked nodding your head at the empty stool. “Nope.” he said popping the p, he didn’t necessarily dislike you but he didnt want to spend his lunch break with you either. You sat down with a sigh leaning your head on your hand as you look at him “So how’s your day been so far Shane?” “Same as always, anyways what are you doing here? Don’t you have crops to take care of?” it came out much more annoyed and rough than he wanted but he’s too tired to correct it.

 Before you could answer Gus came up with 4 cups of a coffee and a small pizza, before Shane could ask Gus for the usual the man sped off to the other side of the bar where Pam is. He raised an eyebrow at your...questionable lunch, although he doesn’t have any room to speak regarding your diet since his looked frighteningly similar. “Ah, well, I’m heading to the mine after this and-” you said pulling a plain silver thermos out of your bag “-I don’t want to run out of energy immediately so...” you opened the bottle and started pouring the coffee into it not spilling a drop from any of the cups. He could feel the terror that flashed on his face before he tried to go back to the usual RBF he has. “That can’t be healthy…well at least you’re getting some solid food in.” He eyed the personal pizza that sat in front of you, “Oh! Uhh…” You looked away from him with a soft chuckle “I actually got the pizza for you.” A nervous smile forced it’s way to face as you try to figure out what to say next. “I know today’s your birthday so I thought I’d get ya lunch…” His head cocked the side slightly “Oh, is it my birthday today?” He looked down at his phone to see Spring 20 on the lock screen “I guess it is, thanks.” He looked up at you with a small smile “This is nice.” “Well I’m glad you like it!” You slide the box in front of him and after he takes a couple bites from the pizza you got him you turn towards him, “I should probably get going-” you hop off the stool next to his with ease “Bye Shane, have a happy birthday!” Your smile makes him almost sad to be alone again…almost. “See ya, Farmer.”

He watched you walk out the Saloon door, he finished the pizza in a few minutes and let out a sigh as he looked at the time. Sliding off the stool he walked out of the Saloon back to his miserable job. The day blurred by restocking the same shelves that he wished he could watch burn to the ground, when his shift ended he picked up a pack of beers before heading home. The night air was crisp and the temperature was not…uncomfortably warm, so he walked out to the pier on the property and plopped down with his pack next to him. He was about 2 cans in when he heard the creak of the old wood planks behind him and footsteps approaching, stopping when they reached him. When he looked to his side he saw grimy boots covered in mud, slime and…insect remains, well there was worst company to have than you. “Up late, huh?” “Actually just got back from the mines.” Letting out a tired chuckle as if it was hilarious that you spent 10 hours underground. As he turned up to halfheartedly scold you for your life decisions, he got a glimpse of the arm and hand closest to him. Cuts ranging from little scratches to a freshly stitched up gash on your bicep, large welts that resemble…bug bites, and bruises of all colors are splattered across it. He no longer had the will to tell you off, “Here, have a cold one.” He extended the can to you, feeling your calloused fingers brush against his as you grabbed it.

Taking the beer as an invite to stay for awhile you take a seat next to him. You’re much closer than either of you expected, shoulders pressing against each other. He watched you a bit as you fiddled with the little metal tab, after a couple minutes of insect chirps he lets out a sigh. You tilted your head at him and he just responds with a bitter “Buh…life.” Maybe it was the beer or the comfortably uncomfortable silence that made him speak without thinking, “You ever feel like…no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail? …Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day?” He could feel your eyes burrowing into the side of his head, but he kept staring straight into the darkness of the lake beneath you both. “I just feel like no matter how hard I try…I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.” He can see your head turn forward in his peripheral, taking the opportunity to actually look at you. Your body was tense and face wearing an expression he knows all too well, a mixture of existential dread and tiredness. In the silence that settled over you two the crack of the tab finally breaking the aluminum can was heard. He watched as you brought it up to your lips and tilt your head back, hearing your big gulps of the icy beer until you finally crush the can in your hand. Maybe it’s the beer buzzing in his system but the way you’re lightly panting and the expert chugging had him feeling…funny. You looked over at him and mumbled a little “Sorry.” 

He felt the corners of his mouth curl up a bit “Heh…fast drinker, huh? A person after my own heart.” You could feel your face warm up a bit at his flirty joke. “Just don’t make it a habit…you got a future ahead of you still.” There was such a soft undertone of sincerity that it caught you a bit off guard, you watched as he finished his can of beer placing it next to your crushed one. “Welp…my liver is beggin’ me to stop. Better call it a night.” You got up wobbling a bit, man are your legs and arms sore from today. Shane grabbed the empty cans placing them in the plastic bag the pack came from, you watch as he grunted to get up on his knees, without hesitation you extended a hand to help him up. He stared at it for a few moments before taking it, you pulled him up towards you with ease, his hands were warm and a bit sweaty along with his his now slightly red cheeks it was something that nestled into your brain without realization. You reluctantly let go of his hand opting to shove them in your pockets, “I’ll walk you to your house…it’s on the way to mine.” Despite the fact the house he shared was visible from the dock he wasn’t opposed to having your company a little while longer. The grass crunched under your shoes as you walked with him, reaching the trash can that sat right outside the front door he dumped the bag with the empty cans. 

“This was nice, thanks for the beer and the company.” Your smile was well visible due to the house lights shining right outside the front door. “I’m heading home now, I’ll see you tomorrow, Shane!” You waved as you started walking off, “See you around, Farmer.” Returning the wave as he walked into the house, without thinking he stood by the window and watched you dissapear down the path that connects the two properties. He slowly walks to his room attempting not to wake anyone else in the house, sliding into his room he softly closed the door and let out a sigh. He faceplanted onto his bed feeling the effects of the day and beers crash on him, his mind drifted from the shelves of the market, the few ‘Happy Birthdays’ he recieved and finally landed on you. He let his thoughts linger, marinating in the details his slightly hazey brain grasped onto. The callouses developing on your hands, the scars forming on your arms and the way that you lifted him like he was a feather...he could feel his face heating up again like before, ‘I need to stop...but I guess there are worst ways to spend my birthday?’ Getting up he kicked off his shoes, lazily changing into a T-shirt and shorts. Crawling back into bed he closed his eyes and let himself indulge the thoughts his sober brain would’ve shot down immediately. The best gift he’s getting today is from himself and it’s a good night’s sleep.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Your step brother gets to know you a bit better

General Plot: Your uptight step brother calls you in for a meeting, only he isn't exactly the person you remember.

Shapeshifter (Shane) x female reader

Word Count: 2k

W: slightly nsfw monster fluff, nudity, noncon touching and nakedness, there will be noncon and nsfw smut in future parts, but there is no explicit smut in this part, yandere behavior

Your usually polite, demure step-brother was not acting like himself. It’s not like you really knew him that well. Your parents had married when you were 17 and he had already become an adult living on his own. Your mom had somehow caught the attention of the esteemed Slater family and your status when they married had gone from poor daughter of a single mom to living in the nicest penthouse in the city and having guards chaperone you wherever you went. 

Seth Slater was probably the richest man in the city. You had never really understood what he did. Something about stocks or real estate or something, just that he was blindingly rich. Your mom followed him around like a lost puppy, just happy to have some stability in her life after your alcoholic dad left you both. 

You stopped seeing her very much after they started touring the world with his money, mostly just seeing your bodyguards. You’d been sent off to college and graduated, still under the senior Slater’s protection. 

It seemed like his parenthood didn’t stop after 18, even though he really didn’t have to support you. Still, you lived in a nice apartment he paid for and went to the job he got you at one of his subsidiary companies in town. You still had bodyguards that followed you from work to your apartment and anywhere else you went. He was more of a dad than yours had been, so you didn’t complain, sending your mom postcards and being happy for her. 

Shane you’d only met a few times in passing. He wasn’t curt or cold, but he was aloof seeming to be miles above everyone in the room. 

His role as his father’s heir was to do all the work his dad didn’t feel like doing anymore. The elder Slater was pretty much soft retired. Shane was a busy man who didn’t have time for too many pleasantries. He’d said hello every time he’d seen you, asked about college even after you had graduated and then ignored you completely. He’d never taken any interest in you at all, which is what made this interaction strange to you.

“Sit down (Y/N),” his eyes, the sharp gold of a predator, focused on you. You’d actually thought you remembered his eyes being green. Obviously they weren’t, you could see very clearly they were the color of shiny coins, so you pushed the thought away.

“Why did you want to see me?” you asked, shuffling into one of the chic leather chairs in front of his desk. 

“No,” he said, gesturing you over to a more intimate seating arrangement with just two plush chairs facing each other, “sit there. I’ll have someone bring us tea.” 

You got up awkwardly and sat down where he’d indicated. 

Shane liked the way the knee length skirt you were wearing rode up to your thigh as you sat down, dragging his chair to the perfect angle to glance up your skirt without appearing to be looking. He called one of his minions for tea before sitting down across from you. 

You gave him an awkward smile. 

His eyes devoured you. They passed over your (Y/C) hair, over your face and down the dowdy outfit you had been wearing for work, then back up again. 

“So what’s this all about?” you asked, shifting uncomfortably. 

He leaned forward in his seat. 

“Let’s talk about that when the tea gets here,” he said, “in the meantime, how are you doing?” 

He’d never asked you anything like this before, so you didn’t really know what to say. 

“I’m fine, I guess,” you said, “work is going good…um…that’s it…I guess…”

He raised an eyebrow. 

“No boyfriend to occupy your time?” he chuckled, “what do you do when you’re not working?” 

He was being so much more affable than he had ever been with you, you were confused. 

“Nope…no boyfriend,” you said, “I mostly just spend my time…”

Don’t say writing monster fucking fics. Don’t say writing monster fucking fics. Don’t say writing monster fucking fics. 

“...knitting,” you said after an inordinately long pause. 

He smiled warmly. 

“That’s very cute,” he said and you blushed spontaneously. 

You’d never really noticed how attractive Shane was. Sure you’d noticed he was good looking, but he was so ambivalent towards you and he was your step-brother, you’d kind of turned off that part of your brain. 

You’d never noticed how attractive he was to you. He had nicely shaped eyes and dark hair that made them stand out. It was cropped in a business cut, but was at the moment a bit more messy than you’d ever seen it, a lock falling on his forehead. He was one of those people who could make the dimple in his chin work and had a bright, large white smile, with canines perhaps a bit bigger than most. 

What was really different about him was his build. You could have sworn he was a much smaller guy last time you’d seen him. Had he really been hitting the gym? He was almost popping out of his white shirt and towered over you. You figured he could afford a good dietician and personal trainer, but had he gotten taller somehow? You scandalously wondered if he got that experimental leg lengthening surgery, he could afford it. 

The tea came, chasing away your thoughts and Shane got a bit more serious, waiting for you to take a sip of your tea before he started. 

“I’ve been wrestling with father for some time about whether we should include you in the family business,” he said, “that’s why you’re here.” 

You took another sip and blinked at him. 

“So I guess you came to a conclusion,” you said. 

He barked out a laugh and leaned forward leaning his forearms on his knees. 

“Yes,” he said, “we did. The agreement we came to was that you should work under my wing. I’ll teach you everything I know until you’re ready to take some things on yourself.” 

You shook your head.

“That’s okay, I really don’t need another job,” you said, “I like where I’m at.” 

He cocked his head like you’d said something cute and leaned back. 

“I’m going to tell you now to save us both a lot of time and money, it’s not a request or a choice. You will work with me and learn what we do. You will participate and you will behave.” 

Behave? What the fuck?

You stood up snorting at him. This was more like the step brother you knew. Always in charge, always getting his way. 

“I don’t have to sit here for this,” you snapped, getting up, “thanks for the tea, I’ll see myself out.” 

You marched over to the door to jerk it open only to find it was locked. You yanked it a few times before banging on it a bit. Pissed, you whirled back around on Shane. 

“Open this door!” 

He had his hands behind his head, looking just as amused as before. 

“I forgot to mention you start today,” he said, standing, “right now in fact.” 

He sauntered over to you slowly, with long steps. 

“It’s cute that you think you can defy me,” he said. Then he looked down your body. 

“Take off your clothes,” he said. 

You took a step back. 

“Excuse me?” you hissed. 

He smirked and stepped around you. 

“I want to see what I’m working with.” 

You drew your hand back to slap him but he caught it, looking closely at your palm, before kissing the inside of your wrist. You tried to pull away, but he backed you against the wall, pushing the hand he was holding above your head. You tried to push him with the other, but he snapped that one with his other hand and pinned that above your head too. 

You went with your final option and tried to knee him, but he just laughed at you and didn’t topple over screaming like most men. 

“That doesn’t work on my kind, pumpkin,” he said, “everything is tucked away.” 

You drew your brows at that confusing statement, imagining a hundred things it could mean.

His head dipped down so that it was only a few inches away from yours and he transferred both of your wrists into one palm, the other hand running down the curve of your ear to your button up shirt. He slowly popped one button at a time as you panted underneath him, pushing the fabric to the side with a finger and letting it drift down your flank. You thrashed underneath him, but he had you stuck. 

His scent washed over you in an intense wave, as if he’d released it. He smelled like some sort of odd spice, a bit like cinnamon but not quite, a touch more musky and less sweet. It was doing something to your head. You felt spacey and relaxed, falling back into the door behind you. 

“Oh, careful there, love,” he cooed, sweeping you up by the base of your spine and splaying you out like a doll over his desk. Your muscles didn’t work and you whimpered in panic. 

“Shhh, shhh,” he said, “I just want to have a little peek at my mate.” 

He pushed your shirt off of your shoulders and took off your bra, while you could only watch in horror. Finally, he slipped your skirt over your hips and then your panties. He pulled the panties to his nose and breathed in your scent before tucking them in his pocket. 

His eyes feasted on you, considering every curve. His finger drifted lightly over your over sensitive skin. Whatever he had done to you had made your nerves light up like Christmas lights. You wanted to squirm away from his touch, but you couldn’t move so you just moaned. 

“Feel good?” he asked, “those are my pheromones. I have different ones for different things. This one is for pinning my victim.” 

He stroked the inside of your thigh, coming just up to your pussy lips, brushing them with his knuckle absently, but no more. You shuddered, your body wanting more than your mind. 

“I know everything about you (Y/N),” he said, his tone amused. 

Before your eyes he started to shift. 

He grew even taller, his skin shifting to a rich green and tentacles shooting out from his body in a cape. His face grew monstrous with huge teeth. 

He leaned down over you and flexed what could have been lips in a smile. 

“I know you probably like me better like this,” he said, a tentacle tracing another line around your breast. 

Betraying the rest of you, your pussy leaked, a shiny droplet of your need drizzling onto the hardwood desk. At that point you were confused, frightened, and a little turned on. You didn’t know which emotion was winning out. You wrote about this stuff all night and here it was happening in front of your eyes. Was he going to ravish you?

“Or this,” he went on and changed into something boney and gaunt with sickles for claws. 

A stiff nail scraped a long line over your stomach. 

Then he changed back into his human form. The only thing tying his forms together was in all of them he had the same bright gold eyes. 

“I can be anything you want me to be, pumpkin,” he said, tapping your nose with his finger, and then more seriously, “so don’t toss me aside so easily.” 

#monster fluff #shape shifter #monster x reader #monster x girl #yandere fluff #yandere male #yandere x female #x reader #exophelia

[patheticlittlemen]

HOW SDV BACHELORS REACT TO TESTOSTERONE CHANGES

A/N: Headcanons about if the farmer starts testosterone while married to the bachelors. Sooo super self indulgent and a little silly (very based off my own experience) NSFW so MDNI

This one is my favorite boys- Harvey, Shane, and Elliott. Let me know if there are any other bachelor/ettes you would like added!!

HARVEY

General- Medically fascinated by the changes and grateful to see how happy all of these things make you.

Body hair

Enjoys seeing how much hair grows in new places. Personally enjoys the hair on your chest.

Facial hair

One night, you’re sitting on the bed with your legs slung over Harvey’s lap as he rambles on about the new plane model he ordered. When he turns to look at you, his babbling pauses and he reaches a hand to swipe his thumb across your upper lip.

“You’ve got a mustache growing!” Harvey said excitedly. “Hey, maybe someday you’ll grow one as good as mine.”

Voice

Will always remind you not to talk too much or force your voice when it starts dropping. Makes sure you drink a lot of water and always has lozenges and tea on hand for you when your throat hurts.

Bottom growth

Fascinated by it, in a medical and sexual sense. Loves to look at it and touch it, and really enjoys jerking you off.

Libido

This man gets sooo flustered every time you talk about sex or being horny, no matter how long you’ve been together. Is willing to explore any new interests but this man can’t quite keep up with you, so he buys sex toys for you to use when he isn’t in the mood.

Bonus: Adam’s Apple

“Harvey!” You call out, running into the kitchen with your hand on your neck.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Harvey turns around, looking worried. 

“Feel!” You grab his hand and place it on your neck.

“What am I supposed to be- oh!” Harvey’s fingers settle on the new lump in your throat. “Is that?”

“Yeah! I didn’t even know testosterone could do that!” You grin.

“That’s so cool!” Harvey seems genuinely fascinated and grins back.

SHANE

General- Supportive in a bro way. Super excited to be with you during this time of change.

Body hair

Really likes the hair on your thighs. He likes your thighs already and thinks the hair adds to the appeal.

Facial hair

You walk out of the bathroom, lazily drying your hair with a towel. Shane looks up from the bed, smiling at you as you make your way to him. You lean down to gently kiss him but he stops you.

“Did you wash your face? You got some…” Shane runs his thumb above your upper lip, trying to wipe away whatever he thought was there.

“What, you don’t like my mustache?” You giggle. Shane’s eyebrows raise.

“Babe, I love you, and….I’m sure it will look great one day, but that day is not today. Please shave.”

Voice

Absolutely teases you about your voice cracks. If you complain about his teasing, he’ll claim he’s just helping to give you the “full male experience”.

Bottom growth

Fucks around and finds out. Can tell exactly when he hits the right spot and always remembers what feels good for you. IMO he likes overstimulation and loves to keep playing with your dick until you’re crying.

Libido

He will fuck you any time you ask, no matter how or when. Loves helping you explore any new kinks or turn-ons and can surprisingly keep up with you well.

Bonus: Hand veins

You’re on a walk with Shane, holding hands. It’s been a long day of work on the farm, and you’re feeling a bit dehydrated so you stop by the Stardrop Saloon. As you’re ordering some food and water, Shane kisses the back of your hand. He pauses, looking down at your hand and running a finger along it.

“Have you always had these veins?” He asks.

“Hm?” You look down at your hand, seeing how prominent the veins are. “Oh, those are new. They mostly show up when I’m dehydrated.”

“Huh. They’re hot.” Shane smirks up at you and kisses the back of your hand again, this time directly on the veins.

ELLIOT

General- Thinks all the changes are so beautiful. Enjoys being able to experience all of it along with you, happy to see you become comfortable with yourself.

Body hair

Obsessed with your happy trail. Loves to kiss down your stomach and likes to casually run his hands along it, feeling all the hair.

Facial hair

You’re making dinner for you and Elliott when he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He steps to the side and grabs your chin, turning your head so you can kiss him. After pulling away, his hand stays on your chin and his finger strokes underneath it, his brows furrowed.

“What’s up?” You ask. A smile grows on Elliott’s face.

“Looks like you’ve got a beard growing,” Elliott says, excitedly. “I can teach you how to shave!”

Voice

“My love…I’m back…”

You jump out of bed as you hear Elliott’s voice. He’s been gone a whole week for his book tour and you’ve missed him dearly.

“Elliott! I’ve missed you!” You hug him tightly.

“Whoa, was your voice always that deep?” Elliott hugs you back.

“I mean, I have felt like it was dropping lately.” Your voice cracks as you speak and Elliott laughs.

“Only gone a week and I’ve already missed so much. I’ve got a lot to catch up on!”

Bottom growth

Always very gender-affirming, referring to it and any sexual acts with strictly male terms (i.e. dick, jerking off). Looooves giving you head.

Libido

Likes to stick with what he likes, but will try some new things for you. As much as he loves making love, his libido isn’t as high as yours but will go down on you/use toys on you any time you want.

Bonus: Scent changes

After a long morning of tending to crops and animals, you pull yourself into the house, desperate for a shower. You make a beeline for the bathroom but are stopped by the door being closed. 

“Elliott?” You ask, knocking gently. He opens the door, setting his comb down.

“Hello, darling.” He leans in for a hug and you can’t even protest as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder.

“Elliott, I’m gross and sweaty.” You argue, trying to push him off you.

“Hmm, you smell different. You smell good, like…very masculine.”

“No, I smell gross.”

“Nope. I think I could sit here and smell you all day.” Elliott murmurs.

“There will be time for that later. Now let me take a shower, please.”

Tag list: @a-pansexual-imp

#stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #harvey stardew x reader #harvey sdv x reader #shane stardew x reader #shane sdv x reader #elliott stardew x reader #elliott sdv x reader #transmasc reader #stardew valley

[lilyevanstan1325]

❤️ Built For This World ❤️

Chapter 4

I've been here at the farm for almost 5 days so that means that sweet, defenseless little girl has been out there for a week.

Sophia has not yet been found.

I really hope with all my heart that she is still alive.

We all hope so.

Last night before going to sleep Carol updated me a little on the situation.

Daryl and the others are still busy searching and it seems that the archer has found a good lead to follow.

And damn, despite everyone's efforts, Daryl really seems like the only one who really cares about this whole thing.

He spends entire days searching every millimeter of these woods, following every possible path.

Spending all his strength.

Carol tries not to show it but even an idiot would notice that her mental state is in full decline.

And the night, poor woman, she spends every night crying.

How do I know?

As accommodation they let me sleep on the floor of Dale's RV since neither I nor they have an extra tent for me.

And just when the woman thinks everyone is sleeping she gives vent to all her pain.

And honestly I don't know what to do.

I have often thought about getting up to console her but I have always stopped, not because I am insensitive to her pain but because I don't know what to say to her.

And I'm sure that my words don't even help her.

She just needs her little girl and not my stupid words of circumstance.

I even thought about offering myself for the research but there is a small detail that stops me.

Daryl.

He hates having me around and I don't think he would ever accept my help or even my company.

So I avoid being around him.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm settling with the others quite well.

Everyone is very kind to me, except for two obvious exceptions.

Daryl, precisely, and Shane.

I try to stay away from the latter.

Really away.

Apparently the man can only tolerate me if I remain at a safe distance from him.

And who am I to disappoint him?

For the rest I get along with everyone.

A good relationship is being established with the women, they are all very polite to me and try to include me in the group.

To reciprocate their kindness I continually try to get busy.

I help with the fire, with the preparation of meals, with the perimeter guard shifts and with everything I can.

Like now.

Me, Lori, Amy, Carol and Andrea are making breakfast for everyone this morning.

Maggie and Beth, the farmer's daughters, kindly gave us some eggs and even offered to help us out.

So all together we are trying to set up something decent, at least for the men who will soon leave to resume the search for Sophia and for those who will leave for a quick reconnaissance down in the city in search of further supplies for the winter that will soon arrive.

A gust of wind makes me shiver.

Even if during the day the temperatures are still quite high, in the morning the air begins to feel increasingly cooler.

I shrug, rubbing my hands along my arms to try to get some warmth.

“Summer?Summer, dear can you hear me?”

I snap out of my thoughts at Carol's voice.

I look up from the bowl full of freshly picked peaches.

“Sorry Carol, tell me”

Carol raises an eyebrow as she takes a few steps closer.

"Everything is fine?This is the third time I've called you.What's going on inside that little head of yours?” she asks me kindly, keeping her voice low so as not to be heard by the other women.

I shake my head, smiling weakly.

Just like my mother, she always seems to know when I overthink about something.

Maybe this is a super mom power?

"Nothing.I was wandering”

I shrug indifferently at the end of the sentence.

I don't want to give her any more worries.

She's already had enough of it.

“Mmh mmh” she murmurs, unconvinced, grabbing a knife and taking the peach that I turn over and over in my hands.

I also take a knife, grab another peach and follow her, imitating her gestures.

In silence we begin to peel the fruit and cut it into small pieces.

The sweet smell of peaches makes my mouth watering.

Behind us we hear Amy and Beth giggling.

For just a moment it's as if everything were normal, as if we were just a group of friends intent on preparing breakfast.

There is no death, there is no pain, there are no dead people brought back to life.

There is peace, calm.

But the reality is very different.

We're just a bunch of strangers trying to get ahead.

Not to give up.

We're just trying to survive.

We're just trying to make sense of this fucking world.

“Did you talk to Daryl?” Carol asks me, feigning indifference.

I sigh, closing my eyes and trying to stay calm.

That evening after having...I don't even know how to define it...argued?

After having that brief confrontation with Daryl I was very nervous and I couldn't keep it from her.

I told her what had happened and how I felt.

Nowadays I still don't understand Carol's reaction.

“Don't mind what he told you.Daryl isn't that good with words” she replied smiling.

Her look seemed amused but I decided not to investigate further.

But from that moment on I had the impression that she was pushing me to resolve the issue with the man.

Which obviously I've always avoided.

He stays away from me and I have nothing to say.

He looks down every time our paths cross and I don't complain.

I do not want to create problems.

I'm new and I just want to earn my place in the group without bothering the others.

“Daryl and I have nothing to clarify”

Saying his name makes my stomach clench.

“It's okay Carol, we avoid each other and we're all happy” I whisper.

At least he is.

Carol shakes her head but she doesn't say anything else.

More giggles catch our attention, making us turn around.

Amy and Beth seem to be talking to each other, constantly glancing to their left.

So I decide to follow their gazes to understand what it is.

And a little further on there is him.

Daryl.

He seems busy checking something inside his backpack.

He is wearing a pair of black jeans and his ever-present sleeveless shirt.

This man appears to be insensitive to the cold.

The muscles in his arms bend sinuously, swelling with every movement.

Muscles that have nothing to do with exhausting sessions in the gym.

Oh no...

His body is built only by his struggle for survival.

Apparently the archer's past life was not very different from the one he leads now.

Hunting and rural life have always been part of his life.

Or at least that's what Carol and Glenn told me.

After a few minutes he crouches on his knees to check some arrows, the powerful muscles of his thighs seem barely contained in the constriction of his jeans.

He cocks his head to the side and grabs an arrow, studying it carefully.

He checks the tip with his fingers.

For a moment I remember the strength of those fingers closed around my wrist as he dragged me with him into that woods.

My heart does a somersault remembering the warmth of that hand, the strong grip of his calloused fingers.

“Do you stop, please?”

Andrea has an amused frown on her face as she scolds the two girls who don't stop giggling and continue to throw mischievous glances at the unaware Daryl.

"What?" laughs Amy, Andrea's sister, as she approaches me to hand me some dishes.

Her young blue eyes shine like lapis lazuli.

Amy throws her head back laughing heartily.

“Don't tell me I'm the only one here?” she replies, turning to all of us, indicating the man with a nod of her head.

I look back at Daryl and a shiver runs through me.

Carol giggles.

Andrea's eyebrows raise dangerously upwards.

"What?" Amy repeats again crossing her arms over her chest.

“He's sexy as hell” the girl admits candidly, triggering more giggles.

“He's rude” her sister immediately replies.

“That doesn't mean he doesn't have a perfect ass, look there.Right Beth?” she asks, turning to her friend.

Beth giggles again.

“You know Amy, your sister prefers guys like Shane” her friend supports her.

Wow.

What the fuck?

Really.

Just one word.

Eew.

Lori from her spot shifts her weight from one foot to the other as if she is uncomfortable.

Her and Andrea exchange a fleeting glance, full of tension.

Which I can't fully understand.

“Well, he may be rude but Amy's right.If I had been a little younger I wouldn't have wasted my time”

I turn my head sharply towards Carol shocked by her spicy revelation.

Seriously Carol?

With her words she attracts everyone's attention.

Her dreamy expression is focused on the ass of the archer, bent forward intent on raising the crossbow lying near his feet.

I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and bit it nervously.

The response from the other women doesn't take long to arrive and in fact another chorus of giggles rises in the air.

For my part, I'm paralyzed with the dishes still in my hands.

I don't like the direction this little girl talk session is going.

Why?

Because it's obvious that my thoughts are common to theirs but I don't even want to think about it.

I can't afford to think of him like that...nothing good would come of it.

Not for me at least.

I feel my face go up in flames.

"I'm right, you heard her?" Amy replies, satisfied, challenging her sister to reply.

Andrea huffs in exasperation, turning her back on her sister.

Maggie approaches me, gently taking the dishes from my hands and starting to fill them with scrambled eggs.

“Ok, he's not that bad.But he's not my type”

With these words the oldest Green gives us her opinion on the subject.

“And who would be your type, Glenn?” Lori teases her, her words make the girl blush.

Then Maggie's dark eyes stop for a moment in mine.

A small look that I can't decipher until an alarm rings in my head.

Wait.

Wait…oh god.

Oh God no!

I turn away from the discussion among the others to focus on Maggie.

I approach her, taking a dish and starting to help her.

Maggie was very nice to me, she gave me clean clothes, she takes care of my sore wrists and I don't want her to even think that I'm somehow trying to come between her and Glenn.

I would never do that.

It's true that the boy and I have become very close in these few days but there is nothing sentimental between us.

I don't feel attracted to him in that way.

I have to tell her something to prevent the seed of doubt from sprouting in her head but in the distance I actually see Glenn advancing towards us so I decide to postpone our discussion.

As the man approaches, his eyes are all for Maggie.

I shake my head with a smile.

How could she ever doubt it?

“Good morning, my beautiful ladies” he exclaims with a big smile after reaching us but without ever taking his dreamy gaze away from the farmer's beautiful daughter.

In response he receives kind good mornings in return.

Maggie hands him a plate accompanied by a smile and then he walks away to sit on one of the improvised chair blocks.

Slowly all the other men join us.

First Rick, then Dale, T-dog.

Even Shane.

I hand him a plate trying to be as kind as possible and I even receive a half-thank you in return.

Wow!

This is an event worth noting in the yearbooks.

That prick knows the word thank you.

Lori approaches us taking two plates.

“One is for Carl” she justifies herself, afraid that someone might object.

“Hersel hasn't given him permission to get up yet so I'll go eat in the room with him” she continues.

I smile at her and she walks away, entering the big white house.

Carl.

One lucky little guy.

Not everyone can survive a bullet.

This is how this group came to the farm.

Due to a horrible accident.

Apparently Otis, one of the inhabitants of the farm, accidentally shoots the boy while hunting a deer.

Offering his help immediately, he would later die by sacrificing himself and allowing Shane to bring back to Hersel everything needed to save the boy's life.

I haven't had the chance to meet Carl yet but from what Lori and Rick told me about him he really seems to be a special little boy.

“Go eat with the others Summer”

Maggie's voice wakes me up from my thoughts and I immediately realize that they are all sitting enjoying their breakfast.

Everyone except me and her.

And Daryl of course.

No trace of him.

Why the hell am I always so aware of his presence or absence?

I nod as she turns her back on me but before she can disappear inside her house I whisper her name.

At first I thought that she didn't hear me but then her pace slows until she stops, then turning towards me.

“Tell me” she replies with a smile.

I approach unsure of what to say.

Where do I start?

I feel embarrassed.

“I…emh I wanted to tell you… yeah I mean...”

The words die in my mouth.

Is it really the right thing?

Even though she has always been friendly to me, can I really intrude into her private life like this?

"What happens?"

Her large eyes observe me carefully.

With one hand she tucks a lock of hair behind her ears.

She is really very beautiful and I really don't understand how she can feel threatened by someone like me.

No one has ever looked at me the way Glenn looks at her, why would she ever doubt his feelings?

With a big breath I take courage.

Now or never.

I quickly peek over my shoulder noticing that the others are far enough away that they can't hear so I decide to speak.

“It's about Glenn” I whisper, returning my gaze to her face, torturing the fingers of my hands.

“Oh” the girl whispers in a broken voice, looking at me with the same look she had given me shortly before, when Lori had brought up her crush on the boy.

Her long fingers nervously crease the hem of her cotton shirt.

Around us the silence is interrupted only by the echo of the chatter of the rest of the group.

We both remain silent unable to continue this embarrassing conversation.

Her gaze remains low on her feet as she kicks at the blades of grass around her.

“Do you…do you like him”

And hers isn't a question.

"What?"

My slightly too shrill tone of voice makes several heads turn towards us.

“No, no Maggie” I reply whispering.

I immediately approach her, gently grabbing her hand.

She slowly raises her face almost in fear.

I continue to shake my head as she looks at me curiously.

"No.This is what I wanted to talk to you about" I reassure her.

Her face seems to relax a little.

“Glenn was the first to show me some humanity, he helped me and I can never thank him enough but Glenn and I are just friends”

“Really?”

“Really.I don't see him the way you see him” I tease her making her blush.

“Oh Summer, sorry!”

Her words are followed by a suffocating hug.

She holds me tightly, in her grip I can feel the relief but also a lot of anxiety.

I hug her back, trying to convey to her all the truthfulness of my words.

Glenn is amazing and maybe in another life I would have even considered going on a date with him.

He is sweet, nice, smart.

We have many interests in common such as comics, video games, films.

We are two classic guys in our early twenties, both raised in a city too big for our simple spirits.

But despite all that I don't feel attracted to him in that way.

My gaze slides behind Maggie.

Towards Daryl's tent.

No, Summer.No!

Damn it.

It's not possible.

It's absurd, irrational.

Sure Daryl is attractive, strong, brave...

But mine is just a stupid physical attraction.

After all, apparently I'm not the only one who finds him beautiful.

Maggie is the first to break the hug but our hands remain intertwined so together we approach the porch steps to sit on them.

We both keep our gaze fixed straight ahead, watching the sun slowly take its place in the sky.

“I'm sorry for thinking that you and Glenn…”

Maggie begins but I immediately stop her with a wave of my hand.

“Don't think about it” I reassure her.

“It's my fault.Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so close to him and disrespected you” I admitted rather embarrassed.

Maybe I couldn't have known it at first but I should have pulled back a little when I realized the looks that the two lovebirds usually throw at each other every time they have the chance.

I feel Maggie's hand rest on my knee, squeezing it slightly.

On her face there is a beautiful smile that will take your breath away.

“You don't even have to say it.I know Glenn cares about me but I also know he cares about you.I was just a little scared.That's all”

We laugh together at her confession and I watch her as she stands up.

“I'm going to see if dad needs me.See you later Summer” she greets me.

I greet her with a smile.

“Oh Maggie?”

“Yeah?”

“When you see Glenn could you tell him to come find me?I have a favor to ask him”

“Okay” she replies and then closes the door behind her.

I sit on the porch steps until Carol joins me with a plate of food.

“Thanks mommy” I thank her rolling my eyes and making her laugh.

“If you remembered to eat I wouldn't have to chase you like you were a five year old girl, right?So shut up and eat” she scolds me gently, forcing the plate into my hands.

“Yes ma’am”

As I finish my meal one bite after another, I am hungrier than I thought, I see Daryl coming out of his tent ready for the new research session.

He quickly places his backpack on his shoulders, tightening his grip on his crossbow and quickly walks away heading towards the stable.

I follow him with my gaze.

Carol's elbow digs painfully into my ribs.

“Damn Carol” I cough.

For her part, she feigns an innocent expression but her sly smile tells me something completely different.

I roll my eyes so much I could see the back of my head.

I get up huffing.

“I'm not going to talk to him, Carol”

“No one asked you”

“No?”

“Nope”

She looks at me from below with her immense blue eyes with a toothy smile.

I don't know her well enough but I'm more than certain that that look on hers doesn't bode well.

Only then I realize that she is turning a canteen between her fingers.

She stands up and forcefully shoves it into my hand like she had done earlier with my plate of food.

“What exactly should I do with it?”

I feel panic crawling in my stomach.

In my hands that stupid canteen weighs like a boulder because I know who it belongs to.

I often saw Carol fill it and then give it back to his owner.

“Why are you doing this to me?" I ask her almost desperately, whimpering as if I were really a five-year-old.

Why is this woman so keen to have the archer humiliate me?

“I thought we were friends” I hiss through gritted teeth.

My eyes get wet.

Fuck!

I hate the close correlation between my feelings and my eyes.

I'm sad?I cry.

Am I frustrated?I cry.

I am happy?I cry.

I listen to a good song?I cry.

And I swear it's never been a problem for me but in this place, surrounded by people I barely know, well let's say it embarrasses me a little.

“You'll thank me one day” Carol coos, leaving me alone.

What the answer is this?

Jeez.

Shit.

I might not go.

I might turn around and go to Dale's RV to see if he needs a change of guard.

I might go and see if there's laundry to do.

Or I could count the blades of grass.

Anything to avoid facing the archer's cold indifference.

Because despite everything the fact that he can only see trouble for his people in me hurts me.

I am really grateful to him for saving me and I would just like to have a civil relationship with him like I have with the others.

I turn the canteen over and over in my hands and with a big sigh I steel myself by forcing my legs to move in the same direction Daryl disappeared from.

Even though I'm not dying to interact with him I can't let him go out there without water.

My feet move unsurely on the grass and with each step that brings me closer and closer to the source of my discomfort my heart beats more and more irregularly.

And not only because of who I will have to see but also because of that place.

I haven't set foot in the stable since that damned night.

Only bad memories are connected to that place.

My hands are sweating and for a moment I fear I'll lose my grip on the cold metal of the canteen.

Once I reach the stable I hear Daryl's voice coming from inside.

“I know ya're a good girl.Ya're a good girl, aren't ya?”

His voice is hoarse, persuasive.

The softly shuffled letters mess up my thoughts.

I feel my knees shaking.

When I reach the stable Daryl has his back to me while he strokes the head of a beautiful horse.

The calloused hand moves between the animal's ears and then descends to the muzzle where he leaves two light gentle pats.

Once I reach my destination I knock twice with my knuckles on the boards of the door even if it is already open.

His head snaps towards me.

His blue eyes linger on me for only a few moments after which he turns his full attention back to the animal in front of him.

“Wha' do ya want?”

His abrupt tone makes me jump.

When I waste time finding the right words he turns away, his body turned completely in my direction.

A severe frown seems to reside permanently on his face especially when it comes to me.

“So?” he asks, spitting out the words as if they were poison.

And just like poison they burn a small portion of my heart.

“I…” I stutter unable to maintain eye contact.

My gaze shifts mortified to my hands.

I can feel his eyes boring two deep holes straight into my soul.

“Carol asked me to give you this” I whisper in a small voice showing him my hands.

A deafening silence wreaks havoc on my brain and when I decide it's too much for me I look up again but Daryl is turning his back on me again.

He started petting the horse again as if I wasn't here.

As if I hadn't spoken.

As if I didn't exist.

I could stamp my feet, shout at him how rude he is but I'm sure that would only make the situation worse so gathering up every ounce of courage I move closer until I get to his side.

Daryl glances at me sideways but says nothing.

I ignore him, putting my hand close to the horse's muzzle.

The animal, initially wary, moves away, but after a few seconds it brings its muzzle closer to my hand and lets me touch it.

I rub my fingers between his large dark eyes and receive a loud whinny in return.

I laugh.

“He's beautiful” I whisper to myself.

I have always dreamed of having a horse.

I remember as a child begging my parents for more than a year to have one.

My father almost lost his mind explaining to me how impossible it was for such an animal to live in a small garden in the city.

“’S a girl” Daryl murmurs, still without turning towards me.

My hand freezes immersed in the shiny mane.

"What?" I ask unable to stop myself.

Is he really speaking to me after treating me as if I were invisible?

“The horse.She's a girl” he repeats finally turning his head towards me.

And for the first time, in days, I no longer see all that anger in his eyes.

For the first time in days I found a little piece of that man I met in the woods.

Trying to hide my smile I turn and dig both hands into her soft mane.

“Oh I'm so sorry baby” I coo, scratching the docile beauty near her ears.

His soft chuckle makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“Are ya apologizing to a horse?” the amused archer asks, his voice seems more relaxed but I don't dare turn around to make sure.

I'm afraid that even just looking at him this moment of tranquility could vanish.

“Well if I were in her place I would have been offended if someone had mistaken me for a boy” I reply letting a genuine smile blossom on my face.

Maybe the first since I've been here.

“Nah… no shit.I don't think is possible.Yer too pretty, sunshine”

That nickname again.

But this time no mockery to accompany his words.

Too shocked to keep my promise to ignore him, I slowly turn to him and find his gaze fixed on my face.

A mix of emotions swirl in my brain even as I try to keep a neutral gaze on the outside as I try to understand what is going through the mind of the man in front of me.

A slight frown of frustration crosses his forehead.

It's as if he wanted to tell me something but his mouth was unable to do so.

“Daryl Dixon makes me a compliment.Wow”

“'M a asshole, sorry”

“It's ok”

“No, that's not ok” he replies immediately.

His right hand grips the crossbow so tightly that the object seems to creak in protest.

His vaguely agitated gaze flits from one side of the stable to the other as if he were looking for a way out of this uncomfortable situation.

I'm really sorry to see him like this so I decide to give him a hand to get out of this situation.

“Listen to me Daryl.You didn't do anything wrong.I understand you.You feel obligated to protect these people but I assure you that I will do everything to make you understand that I am not a threat"

Almost I want to add it but I avoid it.

If only they knew what trouble, just taking me in, could mean for them.

He could kill everyone just for the fun of it.

I shook my head vigorously.

No.

He's not here.

He is miles away.

Nobody has to know.

More silence.

“I should have been there instead of Glenn that night.Or Carol.I should have dragged ya away from this stable and instead I was stuck listening to that prick's lecture”

“Shane?” I ask looking at his eyes again.

Daryl nods, gnawing on the side of his thumb.

I can read a lot of anger in his gestures.

And regret.

“Nah…I already gave you so much trouble.Don't blame yourself for things you couldn't foresee” I try to reassure him.

“You already have so much to think about”

Carol, I think.

I know he feels haunted by Sophia's disappearance and he is doing everything for her.

And for Carol.

“I need to find tha' little girl, ya understand?Carol…”

His agitated words only confirm my thoughts.

Daryl is a man with a big heart.

Now we are facing each other, eye to eye.

Our bodies are so close that I could just reach out my hand and caress his face.

I would really like to smooth out the worry lines on his forehead with my fingers.

All around us there is a tense silence.

The air seems to become unbreathable.

The rays of the sun that penetrate between the cracks of this stable are reflected in his blue eyes, making them shine like the clear summer sky.

“You know, I like this” I smile, pointing first at me and then at him with my hand.

His right eyebrow lifts upwards curiously.

“It's nice talking to you.Without arguing, I mean”

Daryl smiles slightly, one corner of his lips lifting slightly.

I blush and squirm in embarrassment.

He's really beautiful, I think.

To ease my embarrassment I reach out a hand towards him.

Daryl looks at it without understanding my intentions.

“We can start again from here.What do you say?"

His eyes linger on my hand for a few more seconds then return to my face, straight into mine.

His arm slowly lifts and his hand, strong and calloused, wraps around mine.

It's not a real handshake but more like his hand engulfing mine, making it almost disappear.

An innocent gesture and yet I feel a fire burning inside me.

“I have to go now” the archer mutters under his breath.

I nod.

But despite this, neither of us moves.

A weird energy crackles in the air.

I can't hear any sound other than the desperate beating of my heart.

His eyes look like an immense ocean where I fear I will drown.

Or maybe it's just too late.

I'm already drowning.

His gaze, imperceptible for a moment, touches my lips.

His lips barely open, remaining ajar just enough to be able to see the tip of his tongue which comes out in a flicker to moisten his lips.

A deafening whinny snaps us out of our thoughts and Daryl's hand suddenly lets go of mine as if he too had just woken up from a daydream.

I watch as he takes a step back and lowers his head as if he's embarrassed.

As if this was too much for him.

“I have to go” he repeats.

“Okay” I squeak and then clear my throat.

His eyes are still focused on the old floorboards and some strands of hair fall in front of his eyes, hiding those wonderful blue pools from me.

I feel a tingling in my hand and without realizing it I am already raising it towards the man's face.

I observe my hand as if it had a life of its own, unable to stop me, while the tips of my fingers push aside some locks, finding those eyes to which I feel attracted for no real reason.

What do I know about this mysterious man after all?

What do I really know about him?

Why do I feel so damn attracted to him?

In my few past relationships I have always taken things very calmly.

Never love at first sight, any irresistible attraction.

Why now with him does it seem like I have no control over my thoughts?

And apparently not even that of my body because after having pushed aside his hair my fingers touch his forehead until they reach his cheekbone where my timid exploration is interrupted when the man grabs my wrist.

I think he's going to shove me away but he doesn't.

His fingers gently tighten around my wrist, his thumb caressing the abrasions on it.

I could even swear I felt his face tilt slightly towards my hand, pressing his cheek against my palm.

His stubble tickles my hand, awakening a flight of butterflies in my stomach.

His stormy gaze knots my thoughts, leaving me pleasantly confused.

Who knows what fantastic sensations his hands could unleash on me.

Oh my God...

I feel suffocated under his gaze.

“Be careful out there.Come back in one piece, okay?” I murmur in a strangled voice.

“Yes ma’am”

Daryl gives my wrist one last gentle squeeze and lets it go, turning his back on me and disappearing through the door.

I bring my hand to my chest, clasping my wrist with the other hand.

What the hell just happened?

I turn my head, a sweet fear grips my insides making my breathing irregular and without being able to help it a broad smile spreads across my face.

Carol was right.

I'll have to thank her.

I shake my head in disbelief.

I was so scared to face Daryl that now I can't believe how it turned out.

I leave the stable determined to find Glenn, I have to find him before he leaves.

With a light head still full of thoughts about the archer I return to the farm where not far from it I see Glenn coming towards me.

“Hey, Maggie told me you need a favor”

When I reach him I grab his arm and drag him with me.

“I need your help.I want to go to town with you”

Glenn nods.

“Ok but I don't think Rick is against it.Why do you need my help?” the boy asks me curiously.

I look around looking for the officer and find him almost immediately.

He and Shane are standing in front of the hood of an old Cherokee studying what appears to be a map.

"Come with me.You'll understand" I reply, focused on my goal, dragging Glenn with me.

I know Rick would have nothing to say about my wanting to go on a run with Glenn but I want something back.

Something that belongs to me.

And I want to do it right.

I want them to trust me.

When we arrived near the car, the first to notice us was Shane.

His features are serious and impassive, his necklace with the number 22 shines around his neck, hit by a ray of sunshine.

I maintain eye contact as I take my final steps to reach the two men.

The man nudges Rick and nods at me.

The officer's eyes lift from the map to rest on my face.

He smiles kindly at me unlike his friend who continues to look at me with a smug look.

Sumbitch.

“Hey Rick.I'm going to town with Glenn.I need some things and then the two of us will do it faster”

The man's blue eyes observe me carefully, then he nods.

“If you feel like it I can't stop you” he replies.

All right.

Now the hard part.

Seeing that I make no sign of moving, Shane intervenes.

“Do you need anything else, kid?”

His stupid question makes my hands itch.

God I want to punch this dickhead so bad.

Rick swings his worried gaze between me and his friend.

Maybe my thoughts are well painted on my face, after all, why hide how I feel towards that idiot?

He doesn't seem to make a secret of it so...

"I want my weapon back, Rick" I state turning my attention towards the only one who has the power to decide while completely ignoring Shane.

“No way”

“I didn't ask you” I reply without even sparing him a glance.

Shane takes a threatening step towards me but I'm not intimidated.

I'm not moving.

I don't even look at him.

My eyes stay on Rick the entire time.

“I know Hersel's rules and I'm not going around the camp armed, I just want my knife for walking around town.Once I get back I'll give it back”

Glenn moves closer to Rick.

“We can trust her, Rick”

Thanks Glenn, you did just what I needed.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Shane glaring at him.

Rick seems to think about it but then he nods, thus agreeing to my request.

Shane seems irritated by Rick's choice but he doesn't say a word.

He just looks at me like I was a walker.

I grab Glenn's hand and turn on my heel, dragging him with me.

After not even a couple of steps Rick calls me.

“Hey Summer!Don't you ask me where your weapon is?” he asks me raising an eyebrow.

“No need.I know where it is.I saw it a few days ago”

Shane's gaze narrows curiously while Rick smiles amused by my answer.

“So why didn't you just take it, kid?” the latter asks me.

I shrug with a nonchalance worthy of an actress.

“Because I want you to understand that I'm not just a mouth to feed or another stupid worry.I want to be an integral part of this group and I want to do things according to the rules”

Shane shakes his head almost amused.

“We'll see, girl” he mutters, returning to focus all his attention on the map spread out on the hood of the car.

Rick follows close behind.

So without letting go of Glenn's hand I start walking again towards Dale's RV where my weapon is hidden in a locker.

“But didn't you say you needed my help?” my friend points out laughing, giving me a slight push with his shoulder.

His playful gaze lingers on mine.

“Oh but you did” I reply, getting into the RV and going to open the cabinet above the bed.

I grab my knife and put it in the waistband of my jeans and then I turn towards Glenn who in the meantime has also gotten into the vehicle.

“Rick trusts you.Your support was decisive for him to accept my proposal”

“Make sense.You know, you're lucky that your friend here is a big shot” boasts Glenn, puffing his chest out and placing his hands on his hips.

I roll my eyes.

We both smile.

“Come on big shot, let's go.I want to get back before dark" I tell him pushing him out of the RV.

“Listen, I'll see you at the car in a few minutes.I want to let Carol know that I'm coming with you, okay?”

“See you at the car” he nods, leaving me alone.

Wow!

Who would have thought that today would go so well?

My mood has definitely improved compared to this morning.

I got my weapon back.

I clarified with Maggie.

I'll go to town to find what I need.

And…

Oh c'mon!

The main reason for my good mood has blue eyes and smells like the summer woods.

As I leave the farm behind I go looking for Carol, my head dreaming and my heart full of Daryl.

On my way I am stopped by a voice calling me.

It's Lori.

I observe her curiously as she approaches, looking around with fear.

As if she didn't want to be seen.

“Everything is fine?Is Carl okay?” I ask her as soon as she reaches me.

Her son is the first thing that came to my mind when I saw that scared look on her face.

“Yeah, yeah.He's fine.Glenn told me you were going with him to look for supplies and I was wondering if you could do me a favor”

I look at her confused but nod.

Lori and I haven't talked much since my arrival and I haven't had the chance to get to know her well yet but that doesn't mean I could deny her a favor.

Her tired and drawn face worries me.

“Is everything okay Lori?” I ask her again seeing her get agitated.

Her gaze wanders from one side of the field to the other.

“Everything is fine.I just need you to get me some things” she replies handing me a small paper note.

What is all this secrecy?

Having really reached the end of the world, do some women still have shame to talk about periods and tampons?

Why did she have to write it?

Amused by her excessive shyness, I grab the piece of paper, giving a slight peek at its contents.

I remain motionless staring at the paper.

Incredulous.

The smile on my lips quickly fades.

“I would like to be able to count on your confidentiality.Do you think you can do it?” Lori adds in a whisper.

I nod unable to answer.

“I…I don't want to burden you with this but you're the only one who can do it.I can't ask Glenn.And I don't want anyone else to know.Nobody” she adds, agitated, pressing on the last word.

Copy that.

Rick doesn't have to know.

I shake my head from side to side trying to get rid of my amazement.

It's none of my business if Lori doesn't want to tell Rick and I will certainly keep my mouth shut.

“You have my total discretion, Lori" I reassure her by squeezing her upper arm.

She chews on her lower lip nervously as she looks around.

A light gasp from her makes me jump and following her gaze I notice Shane.

Standing on the porch, with his back resting against the white wooden planks, he is observing us.

He has his arms crossed over his chest and the sole of his right foot resting on the railing in front of him.

His haunted eyes follow every movement of the woman in my company.

Lori squirms under Shane's gaze and shivers.

“I have to go” she says quickly.

Without another word she walks towards the house, slowing down as she approaches it.

Lori and Shane exchange another long look until Rick comes to their right and catches their attention.

Lori jumps again and feigning indifference, badly I dare say, she corrects her trajectory by heading towards her husband.

Rick, unaware of that small exchange of glances between his wife and his best friend, passes his arm around her shoulder and kisses her temple and then heads together towards their tent.

I turn my attention back to Shane, studying his every move.

His large dark eyes are agitated, haunted as he chews on the inside of his cheeks.

His nostrils are flaring with anger.

I look down again at the note Lori handed me and at that moment something clicks in my brain.

The look between her and Andrea this morning when Beth mentioned Shane now takes on a whole new meaning.

Lori and Shane had an affair, probably when everyone thought Rick was dead.

Oh shit.

Oh man…I mean I'm nobody to judge but I honestly wouldn't want to be in Lori's shoes right now.

And I thought that my life was messed up.

The sound of footsteps violently trampling the ground sends a shiver down my spine.

I already know who it is before he says a word.

Putting on a relaxed expression, I lift my face to meet Shane's crazy gaze.

Without being noticed I put the note in the back pocket of my jeans.

The man gets dangerously close, invading my personal space.

He is so close that his smell stings my nostrils and makes me sick.

His eyes pierce mine, leaving me paralyzed.

I am aware that I am alone, at this moment of the morning everyone is already busy with their chores so there is no one who can help me.

I have to deal with him myself.

“Do you need something?”

I try to use a cheeky tone, as if I'm bored of him right now and not totally paralyzed by fear.

But Shane is smart.

Too smart.

He knows I might know something.

I tried to hide the tremor of my hands by digging them into the pockets of my jeans.

“I'm in a bit of a hurry Shane, if you don't mind?”

I try to dodge him but he steps in front of me with a threatening expression.

“Not a word, kid” he whispers to me, bringing his lips too close to my ear.

I can't help myself and a shiver runs through me.

Feeling satisfied with my reaction, the man walks away without saying a word.

I feel the sweat dripping down my back, soaking my shirt.

From now on I will have to sleep with one eye open.

Without wasting time I reach Glenn who, seeing my shocked face, gets out of the car and comes towards me.

I'm sure that my already naturally pale complexion is currently cadaverous.

“Are you okay, Summer?”

His agitated voice is an octave higher than usual.

I am fine?

No, absolutely no.

Shane is dangerous and I don't know if anyone else has noticed and they pretending nothing happened or if this son of a bitch is so good that he knows how to play his cards well and let everyone buy it.

Not receiving an answer, Glenn opens the passenger door and helps me get into the car, then gets on the other side and starts the engine driving away from the farm.

During the journey he does nothing but give me worried looks.

He knows that it would be useless to ask questions and that when I'm ready I'll talk.

I observe the landscape passing quickly outside the window, the sun high in the sky indicates that the first part of the morning has already flown by.

A couple of walkers wander undisturbed in the tall grass on the sides of the road.

I rest my forehead against the cold glass of the window and close my eyes.

I think of Daryl who could be anywhere right now and in my heart I really hope that he is okay and that he comes back safe and sound.

I feel the car slow down and when I open my eyes I can already see the outlines of the city buildings.

I dig my fingers into the flesh of my thighs.

The doubt consumes me but I can't do otherwise...

I promised Lori that I would keep her secret, this is true, but this was before Shane threatened me.

I can't ignore it and I have to tell someone, so that if something happens to me he doesn't go unpunished and above all he can no longer be a danger to the others.

Once we reach our destination, Glenn parks a little further away from the main road and turns off the engine.

When his hand is on the door handle I grab his knee forcefully, forcing him to turn towards me.

I feel my eyes fill with tears, a few drops escape my control and crash onto my thighs wrapped in the jeans.

I cannot believe it.

I thought I was done with this shit the moment I ran away from him but here I am.

Dealing with a fucking psychopath again.

Once again submissive to the will of another man.

But if I succeed the first time I can do it again, right?

This time there is a difference.

This time I'm not alone.

I have Glenn.

I have Carol.

I have Daryl.

And a lot of people I can call friends now.

The fingers of the man at my side wrap gently around mine, which still grip his knee.

“Summer, whatever it is, you know that you can trust me.Let me help you”

His plea tightens my heart.

Glenn, just like Daryl, is offering to help a complete stranger even if it means going against his own family.

I hate this idea but I need help now.

“Can you keep a secret, Glenn?”

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one rule | chapter one |

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

summary: unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.

note: this story will include a Shane Walsh romance BUT it will be unrequited. Do not worry. This is VERY unedited but I wanted to get at least one chapter out. We'll get into the events of the show by the next chapter. also, acab. the plot calls for this small bit but acab forever.

Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap!

The light pattern on my door stole my attention from the array of papers scattered across the coffee table.

I tried to scan the last sentence of the page quickly.

Suddenly, a loud TAP!

"Delivery!" A high-pitched tone squeaked from the other side of the door. I grinned down at the document and rushed to open the door. I heard someone clear their throat and opt for a more caveman-like growl. "DELIVERY—"

I laughed, swinging the door open and narrowly avoiding my best friend's fist. If I'd taken any longer, he would've banged the door down with his knocks alone.

I went for the box of pizza in his grasp and placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek before rushing over to the kitchen island.

"Wow, no 'hi? How are you? How was work?' Is this what society has come to?" I heard the door shut and a flurry of movements. I didn't bother to look up from my current task.

"Glenn Rhee," I began in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Hi. How are you? How was work?"

"Great! Got cursed out by some asshole for doing my job today," said Glenn pleasantly, accepting the beer I held out for him.

I smiled at him through my mouthful of pizza. "That's fun. What was it today?"

"Got to this dude's house 29 minutes after he ordered," he chewed on his slice aggressively. You'd think he would hate pizza from the amount of shit he has to go through at work.

"You're an expert at what you do, Rhee."

"That free pizza comes out of my paycheck," Glenn scoffed. He clearly took the 30-minute rule very seriously.

"Did he leave a tip?"

"No."

"What an asshole."

Glenn nodded at the mess on our coffee table. "Looks like you've had a busy day."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic cringe. "'Member the car chase that was all over the news last week?"

Glenn nodded.

"Got assigned to the case. The cop that got shot, he's not doing too hot right now," I told him, grabbing my second slice. I picked off a pepperoni and shoved it in my mouth.

I resisted the strong urge to eat the rest of the pepperoni on my half of the pizza. I eyed Glenn's half distastefully—I would never, ever appreciate pineapple on pizza. I'll die on that hill.

He took a large swig of his beer. "That's a pretty big upgrade from petty theft, Daph."

"Yeah, I guess it is." I tried not to focus on the subject of my investigation, gulping down a large amount of beer.

"Have you made any progress?" I appreciated Glenn's interest.

"Well, it's definitely not the officer's fault. They had every reason to believe that there was only two people in that overturned car." I eagerly crossed the living room and snatched up my half-written report. "The KCPD failed to inform the responding officers so I mean, technically Grimes can sue."

"Grimes?" Glenn raised his eyebrows in recognition. "You mean super hot hip-swaying cop?"

My ears felt hot. "That's the one."

My heart pummeled to my chest the more I thought about it. Out of all the people that could've been wounded on the field, it had to be Officer Rick Grimes, a coworker of mine that I saw pretty often around the precinct. I was fully convinced he had fully forgotten about my existence seeing as our respective lines of work didn't cross paths too often. We'd only interacted a handful of times in the last three years I'd been working at King County PD, but that didn't stop me from noticing him as soon as I got hired.

It's unfortunate he's married-- Rick Grimes was the most attractive man I've ever met and of course, Glenn was the first to know about it. I wouldn't deny that he was, without a doubt, my work crush. I mentally cringed at the thought. I felt like a teenage girl again.

The sudden sound of the news filtered in from Glenn's bedroom.

There was a split second of pure fear that flashed in Glenn's eyes and I gave him an amused smile. "We gotta change that tv one of these days."

He quickly snatched up another slice and shoved it in his mouth. "I'm busy, Daph. Can you please go turn it off?"

I poked his side before moving around him to enter his room. His tv had started turning on by itself almost every day since he bought it in July.

"Your 30-day warranty is almost up, Glenn!" I pointed out loudly, reaching for the remote that was thrown on his bed. "Where did you buy this haunted shit from aga--?"

"Several cases have been reported across the continental US, leading us to believe that this new virus may be more serious than we thought. Joining us here from Atlanta is CDC virologist Dr. Edwin Jenner, giving us the latest updates—"

Glenn strolled into the room just as I finished raising the volume. "Your beer is getting hot—what's going on?"

"Thanks, Anne. As of today, August 26th, the President of the United States has declared a national emergency due to the spread of the Wildfire-10 virus. The CDC has been in constant communication with the White House and we expect President Milton to announce a mandatory evacuation this afternoon in his address."

Glenn and I eyed each other in confusion.

"Evacuation?" The New York reporter responded in equal confusion. I faintly heard someone behind the camera that the mic must've picked up – "How is a whole country going to evacuate?" – and I would've laughed if I wasn't so damn confused right now.

"It's hard to say, Anne, we're not entirely certain which states will receive this order but what we do know is that it's imperative that we do our best to avoid leaving our homes for anything other than work and necessities. Practice social distancing and listen to the advice the CDC has been giving you for the past week.

"And for those viewers who might've missed it, do you mind recapping the earlier update given to us by CDC director Holt?"

"Sure," Jenner smiled. It made me feel uneasy. "This is an extremely life-threatening virus that could very well spread more rapidly than other illnesses we've seen before. The CDC has been working diligently with other health organizations across the globe, primarily The Primrose Team in France, and we can confidently say we're working on an effective vaccine."

"Thank you, Dr. Jenner. To all those watching from home, this isn't a cause for mass panic. Soon, the world will resume just as we know it..."

But something told me it wouldn't ever be the same.

"Ayala! How's my favorite girl doing?"

Ah, the oh so pleasant voice of my favorite coworker greeted me the second I walked through the doors of the precinct.

"Doing just fine, Walsh. How about you?" I forced a smile on my face. I didn't hate Shane Walsh... he was just... too chirpy for this bright hour. In fact, he was too witty for any hour. My natural reaction to his presence was usually automatic irritation.

"Just fine myself, pretty lady." There it was. The relentless flirting. I had gotten a break when his partner first ended up in the hospital -- my heart sunk at the reminder -- but now that it had been a month or so since, he's slowly started to resume his regularly scheduled programming. Partner or not, shooting or not, Shane Walsh would forever be a manwhore.

I entertained him sometimes. It was just a bit of harmless flirting for the most part. He knew where the line was, which is more than I can say for a lot of other men.

I dropped my briefcase on my desk and Shane crossed the space to hover right over my work area. I threw myself down onto my seat with a small groan.

My head was pounding. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck tenderly. A shuffle of movement caused me to end my massage much faster than I wanted to.

I opened an eye, swearing to the heavens above that if Shane was still hovering with that stupid grin on his face, today would be the day I finally resort to violence.

The shit-eating grin was surprisingly not looking back at me. Instead, it was a sympathetic smile with a steaming coffee in his outstretched hand.

I snatched the damn thing before he could change his mind.

"You're a lifesaver," I moaned. "Seriously Shane, you might just be the best cop in Georgia. Have I ever told you that?"

"No, but I've heard it once or twice," boasted Shane. I rolled my eyes. It certainly wasn't from the chief.

"You're unbelievable, Walsh," I shook my head with a laugh. I eagerly sipped from the coffee and then wanted to kiss the everloving shit out of this man.

I scorched my throat but I didn't care. "How do you know the way I like my coffee?" I gaped.

Shane shrugged. "I'm observant."

"Clearly," I said. "Thank you. I needed this."

"That's one mean hangover," said Shane with a smirk.

I tried not to spill my coffee as I leaned forward to look at my reflection in the little desktop mirror I had. My hair turned out pretty nice today, it wasn't very frizzy or anything and sure the darkness under my eyes was a bit more prominent but nothing too out of the ordinary. I leaned back when I was satisfied with my look.

"Vanity doesn't suit you, sweetheart," Shane said lightly. "I was only teasing. You look as beautiful as you did yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that."

"Do you not have anything else to do other than flirt with me?" I joked. Secretly, I didn't mind it all too much. Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, especially with the grown-out hairstyle he was currently sporting. I'm a sucker for long hair.

"As it turns out, I actually don't--" I rolled my eyes again and logged into my computer. "--partner."

I slowly shifted my gaze from the computer screen to Shane.

"Talked to the chief today. She didn't mind switching it up for this week. I was getting sick of Stone over there--" we both looked over at the grumpy guy who acted like happiness was a first degree crime. "-- and besides, you're prettier to look at--" I shoved him off the edge of my desk. He stumbled a bit and corrected himself quickly. "-- you're easier to work with, Jesus."

"What do we have for today then?"

Shane grinned.

For the next eight hours, I'd spend most of it in the car with Shane. I wanted to say it was a miserable time but it wasn't. Shane wasn't too bad once he stopped purposely being obnoxious. We mostly talked about the most interesting King County cases over the years, bonded over subs from some gas station just outside of our area of jurisdiction, and after the first five hours, Shane had started to talk about his personal life.

"I told Lori-- maybe it's time she starts preparing Carl for the worst. You know, just in case. Man, Rick - he's my best friend, my brother - you know - but it's been a while. I'm tryin' to avoid Carl some pain."

"I understand," what else was I supposed to say? "It isn't an easy situation."

"No," Shane agreed. "And let me tell you something, it's only gonna get worse. This whole virus thing going around - if it turns out we gotta evacuate soon, who knows how far Rick will be transferred?"

I felt bad for the way my heart sank at the prospect. Rick has a wife and a child. Where he gets relocated and the progress of his recovery shouldn't matter this much to me. Maybe I wouldn't feel as bad if I wasn't harboring this silly little crush.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when Shane and I finally clocked out, walking side-by-side towards the parking lot. I noticed his car was parked on the far opposite end and began to say my goodbyes--

"Hey, you don't happen to have any plans tomorrow, would you?"

"I don't think so. They didn't put me on the schedule last minute, did they?" I asked, somehow missing the growing redness on Shane's cheeks.

"No," he said quickly. "I - well, uh - I was wondering if you - "

I froze, clutching the satchel that was thrown over my shoulder and suddenly feeling just a bit uncomfortable. I could tell this wasn't work related.

"Uh, I don't normally get nervous like this," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You and me, dinner tomorrow? We can go to that Italian place you said you really like - "

"Ilio's," we chorused. It was the bare minimum, but I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was actually listening earlier.

Oh why the fuck not? Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, and with the imminent threat of quarantine around the corner, I could use a night out before we were forced to stay away from society for God knows how long.

The longer I thought it through, the more nervous Shane became. It was honestly quite entertaining and I reserved my response for just a bit longer just so I could watch him fidget in his spot.

I finally spoke. "Pick me up at 7, then."

A look of surprise flashed across his face. I couldn't blame him - I had been rejecting every single one of his advances for the past three years we'd known each other. He was a dedicated guy, I'll give him that.

Laughing at his expression, I began to walk away before I could regret it.

"I'll call you!" He finally said. I could hear the smile on his face.

I threw him a thumbs up without looking back. I was a few steps away from my car when I suddenly recalled him mentioning something about visiting Rick tomorrow afternoon. "Let me know how Rick is doing!" I glanced back to make sure he heard me.

Redness spread across my cheeks when I saw him still standing in the same spot, staring at me with a dazed look.

I pushed a curl behind my ear, the wind wasn't on my side today. I waited for a response and it seemed he hadn't processed what I said. "Will you?" I pressed.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I will!"

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye!"

Before he could respond, my phone began to ring in my back pocket. I fished it out and pressed it against my ear, holding it against my shoulder as I searched for my keys.

"Hey," I greeted, unlocking the car and shifting into drive as soon as the engine turned on.

"Daph, you on your way home?"

The call connected to my car and I saw Shane finally getting into his car as I drove out onto the small street. "Yeah, I am. Why?"

"We gotta start packing."

"Um, why?"

"Turns out, we're in the evacuation zone."

I caught my last glimpse of Shane, realizing our date would likely be rescheduled.

Glenn continued. "It's more serious than we thought."

Great.

next chapter...

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Broken World: Chapter Seventeen

After everyone was finished eating and everything was cleaned up Jenner showed us the rest of the living area. “Most of the facility is powered down including housing so you’ll have to make do here,” he said as we walked down yet another hallway. Offices lined each side of the hall. “The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you like. There’s a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy. Just don’t plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that draws power. The same applies—if you shower, go easy on the hot water.” That made everyone perk up; the fact that there was hot water.

I was walking behind everyone and watched them all pick a room. My head was a little fuzzy from the alcohol but not enough to not know what I was doing. Shane's head popped out of one of the doors when I walked by. “You are more than welcome to share a room with me,” he slurred, smiling. My face scrunched up in disgust and walked by him, picking up my pace, and slipping into a room at the end of the hall. I threw my bag on the floor beside the couch and sat down with a loud sigh. I looked down at my skin, covered in sweat and dirt letting out a bigger sigh. “May as well take advantage of that hot water.” I began to untie my shoes and kicked them off along with my socks. I shed clothing as I walked to the small bathroom on the other side of the room, dropping them into a pile.

I walked to the shower and turned it on, holding my hand under the water. To my delight, the water got hot fast. I stepped under the water, turning around, closing my eyes, and tilting my head back. The hot water felt so relaxing as it loosened my muscles. The bathroom started to steam up, and I turned around to find soap and shampoo. I grabbed the soap and started to wash my body, watching as the dirt and dried blood washed down the drain. Next was my hair, I took my time with washing it. It would probably be a while before I got to have a hot shower again. They even have new razors in the bathroom, so I took care to shave while I was at it. I knew Jenner said to take it easy on the hot water, but it felt too good.

“Fuck! Shit!” I jumped at the sudden voice behind me and spun around. “What the hell?! You scared the fuck out of me, Daryl!” He was standing there holding a bottle of whiskey looking everywhere but at me. “What're you doing?” I asked. “What're you doin'?! You're in my room” I raised my eyebrow and rolled my eyes. “I'm sorry I didn't see your name on it. Oh for fuck sake, Daryl, stop acting like you've never seen me naked before. Unless, you forgot about that time I can home junior year of college during Christmas break. You know the one where you took my virginity and then ignored me for three months after that.”

“Told Ya it was a mistake,” he grunted. I scoffed, “right.” I walked out of the shower and right up to him. “Because having sex with was the most horrible experience of your life!” I yanked the bottle out of his hand, grabbed a towel and walked out into the room. “Take a shower, Daryl, you stink!” I slammed the door and plopped on the couch. Looking to my right to see a cot was set up and put the bottle to my lips, taking a long sip of whiskey, sucking in air through my teeth at the slight burn it made as the amber liquid raved down my throat.

I wasn't on the couch more than five minutes before I was back up, slamming the bottle on the desk and stalking into the bathroom.

“You know what, Dixon!”

He flinched and turned around and stared at me with wide eyes. “The hell ya doin’?!” he yelled. “You day it was a mistake what happened between us. But it wasn't. You enjoyed it and don't say you didn't! You liked being the first man to be inside me. The first to make me come. You liked how I screamed your name. You're just a coward who runs from his feelings! You let Merle make all your decisions for you!”

“You don't know what the hell ya talkin’ about!”

I raised my eyebrows, dropped my towel, and walked right up to him under the surprisingly still hot water. “I do know what I'm talking about. I might have been the one to leave, but you're the one who pushed me away so many times I felt like I had no choice. You've hurt me a lot, Daryl Dixon. You broke my heart when you ignored the next day and then three months after that. I fucking loved you! And don't you dare say it's our age gap because we're only five ye…” I was cut off by him pressing his lips to mine. My brain was so fuzzy from the alcohol that I didn't respond right away. I was trying to figure out what was going on and how it went from hating each other to now with me wrapped around him and my back pressed to the tile.

Daryl's lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, where He sucked a mark into my skin. His hard length pressed against me, pulling a whine from me. “Please.” Daryl gripped himself, looking down between our bodies, and rubbing the tip of his cock through my slit a few times before finding my entrance and pushing inside of me.

“What the hell ya doin’ woman?!” I jumped at the sudden voice and looked up. Daryl was stalking towards me and grabbing the bottle out of my hand. “Well, I was enjoying a drink and having a really good daydream until you interrupted.” Daryl scoffed and sat on the other end of the couch. There was silence between us. Daryl kept fidgeting, and I started to get annoyed by it. “Will you stop!” I said, looking over at him. “Will you get dressed!” He grunted out. His cheeks started to turn a light shade of pink, and I laughed. “Sure, Daryl, I'll get dressed.”

I stood up, walked over to my bag, and pulled out my clothes. But I didn't go to the bathroom, instead I put my clothes on the cot and dropped the towel. “Fucking christ!” Daryl's face turned even more red as he willed himself to look everywhere but at my naked form.

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Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Mentions if vomit

Chapter: 2.02

You closed the door quietly behind you and tiptoed into the living room while clutching the baby monitor to your ear. Hearing a chuckling noise, you look across the room and see Shane smiling at you, shaking his head before turning to face the TV again.

“That’s him finally asleep,” you whisper. Shane gently pulls you down towards him so you're sitting in his lap. He runs his finger over your shoulder with his free hand while his other hand holds his beer. He didn’t often drink, only when he was watching a football game. “Who’s winning?”

“I've got no idea,” he kisses the back of your shoulder. “I was too busy watching you in mom mode.”

You roll your eyes and say, “I was hardly in mom mode, just aunt Lily mode.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he chuckled. “One of these, you're going to be begging me to have one of our own.”

You smile and say nothing else, knowing that you can’t share your biggest fear with Shane. You were afraid you weren’t cut out to be a mom. You loved Carl, but you weren’t sure if you could be a parent.

“Do you want me to take him for a moment?”

“No, I’m good.”

You were walking at the back of the group while gently rocking Jace, who had just stopped crying. Luckily, only one walker was attracted by his screaming, and Daryl shot it in the head with an arrow before it got close enough to bite anyone.

Lori lets out a frustrated sigh, “You're covered in vomit.”

“And dirt, blood, and probably piss as well. But like I said, I’m good.”

“You're being ridiculous, I’m his auntie,” she looks ahead to make sure nobody else is paying attention to your conversation. “Are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

“Carol’s daughter is missing. Once we’ve found her. Shane, Rick, and Carl are back safe, sure. We can address you, fucking Shane.”

You watch as Lori’s jaw clenches as she struggles for a comeback. Maybe it was petty to hold a grudge during an apocalypse, but Lori being the person Shane slept with hurt more than any pain you’ve felt before, and the worst part was she didn’t seem to care.

“For God's sake, Lily, at times you behave like a child-” Lori is cut off by a gunshot in the distance.

—

The rest of the walk through the wooded area was mostly in silence since the gunshot. Something felt off, everyone was acting more tense. It reminded you of the feeling you’d get watching a horror film, when you're waiting for the killer to pop up.

“Are you still worrying about it?” Andrea asks when Lori stops walking to look back in the direction you’ve come.

“It was a gunshot.”

Daryl nods in agreement, “We all heard it.”

“Why one? Why just one gunshot?”

Seeing the genuine panic on her face, you decide to say something. “I don’t think it was them. Neither Rick nor Shane would fire a bullet out in the open like that, it would make too much noise, and they wouldn’t risk it.”

“Shouldn’t they have caught up with us by now?” Carol asks.

“There’s nothing we can do about it anyway,” Daryl says calmly. “I can’t run around these woods chasing echoes.”

Lori raises her eyebrows, “so what do we do?”

“Same as we have been doing. Beat the bush for Sophia, work out a way back to the highway.”

Agreeing with Daryl, you start to walk forward again, you only look back when you notice him marching towards Carol, who had started to cry when Andrea said she was praying for her little girl. “I’ll tell you what it’s worth... not a damn thing. It’s a waste of time, all this hoping and praying. We’re going to locate that little girl, and she’s going to be just fine. Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord.”

You do your best to stifle a laugh at the last part, despite how rough he may look and sound, Daryl was all heart. He just didn’t want anyone else to know it.

—

“Oh my god, Jacey, for a boy who doesn’t eat a lot, you sure are sick a lot,” you mumble while stopping to unstrap Jace from your chest.

You pull off the shirt you are wearing and toss it to the ground, leaving you in just a vest top. With Jace safely back in his harness, you start to catch up with the others, and you notice Andrea has walked away from the rest of the group. You look around until you spot her swatting at flies while two walkers creep up on her, “Andrea get down!”

You pull the gun from your belt and fire three bullets. The first two only grazed the walker, but the third struck him in the head.

While you shot the first walker, Andrea tried to run away but fell to the ground with the second walker only inches away from her.

You watch as a woman with short brown hair rides up on a horse and hits the walker in the head with a wooden baseball bat. The brunette looks between you all, “Lori? Lori Grimes?”

“I’m Lori.”

“Rick sent me, you’ve got to come now.”

“What?” She asks, confused.

“There’s been an accident, Carl's been shot. He's still alive, but you’ve got to come now.”

Lori freezes on the spot as she tries to process what she’s just been told. You place your hand on her back and say, “You need to go with her; go to Carl.”

She snaps out of her trance and throws her backpack on the ground, then gets on the horse, much to Daryl’s dislike. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don’t know this girl. You can’t get on that horse.”

“Rick said you had others on the highway, the big traffic snarl? Backtrack to Fairburn Road Two miles down is our farm, you’ll see the mailbox, whose name is Greene.” She says this before quickly speeding off on her horse with Lori.

You reach your hand out and help Andrea to her feet, asking, “Are you okay?”

She pats herself down and says, “I’m fine, and Carl's going to be just fine as well.”

“Yeah, I know,” you nod. “We should keep going if we want to make it to the farm before nightfall.” You spin around, trying to remember what direction you were going in. “Which way is it again?”

Glenn, Andrea, and Carol all gave you a sympathetic look instead of answering your question. Daryl slung his crossbow over his shoulder and said, “This way.”

—

You tried to make sense of Carl being shot. You understand how serious the situation is, but you can’t grasp the fact that he could die. You didn’t want to. He was just a child, still just a baby in your eyes, and none of you could let him go.

“Is she okay?” Dale asks, looking in your direction.

“She’s still in shock, poor thing,” Andrea sighs. “But I’m in, I’ll stay here as well.”

Your eyes widened at the last part, you’d completely zoned out and missed the conversation that was taking place. “Sorry, what’s happening?”

Dale informs you of their plan. “Me, Daryl, and Andrea are going to stay with Carol in the RV tonight in case Sophia returns.”

“That's a good idea. I just need to grab a couple of things and head to the farm. I’m assuming he’s coming with me?” You ask quietly, pointing at T-Dog, who was slumped down on the ground with his back against a broken-down car.

The older man nodded and said, “Glenn will go with you. You can take Carol’s Cherokee.”

Glenn shook his head, understandably not happy about needing to leave the RV, he’d become attached to it.

You reach for him subconsciously and grab his hand and say, “Please, come with us. I don’t know if I’d be able to protect Jace and T-Dog on my own if I run into walkers.”

Reluctantly, he agreed, “How bad is he?”

“That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection,” Dale says seriously. “Get him to that farm and see if they have any antibiotics. Because if not, T-Dog will die, no joke.”

You watch as Daryl walks over to his motorbike and pulls a couple of dirty rags off it before pulling out a plastic bag full of pills. He tosses the rag at Dale, saying, “Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle. Why’d you wait until now to say anything? I got my brother's stash. Crystal, X. You don’t need that. I got some kickass painkillers. Oxycyline. Not the generic stuff either, it’s first class. Merle got the clap on occasion.”

On any other day you would have laughed at his clap comment, but instead you picked up the drugs Daryl had left out and handed them to Glenn, “You want to help T-Dog and I’ll get our stuff?”

“I’ve already got it.”

You spin back around to see Daryl holding yours and Glenn’s backpacks. He had moved so fast, you hadn’t even noticed him going inside the RV and back out. You reach for the bags and say, “Thanks.”

He holds onto them while walking towards Carol's car. “I’ve got them…you’ve already got a heavy load on you anyway.”

“What a gentleman,” Andrea scoffs.

You watch as Daryl tosses the bags into the back seat, “hope that had nothin fragile in them.”

Once you check that Jace didn’t need to be changed, you step into the front passenger seat at the same time T climbs into the back. You felt bad that Glenn was leaving with you when he didn't want to, but what you said before was the truth. If, for any reason, you were surrounded, you didn't think you were a good enough fighter to protect yourself, your son, and T-Dog.

Glenn began to talk as he drove away from the highway and towards the farm, but nothing he said made any sense to you; the reality of what was happening was finally kicking in. It must've been an illusion, some trick of the mind, that was blocking you from the overwhelming feeling of grief and pain over your nephew being so close to death, even though you had every faith he’d pull through.

To make matters worse, you had a gut feeling this was just the beginning and the bad things would just keep coming.

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Chapter Nine (Part 2)

It’s me who answers the door when he rings. I buzz him in and wait for eternity as he climbs the three story staircase, and he only needs to knock once before I yank the door open. My breath catches when I see him. 

There is blood streaking down one side of his face in one clean, scarlet line, leaving dried stains on his jaw, his neck and staining the collar of his white t-shirt beneath his coat. His eye is already turning purple and swelling, puffy skin almost closing his eye entirely. A gash is clearly visible on his brow, cutting it into two distinct, uneven parts. He automatically raises his eyebrows when he sees me, and a fresh stream of bright red blood cascades down his cheekbone. His smile turns to a grimace. 

“Hello.” He says weakly, waving a hand in front of his injury. “Sorry about this.”

“Come in.” Claire says, adopting a very matronly tone as she ushers him to a kitchen chair and locks the door behind him. “Sit.” He does. She already has her first aid box open on the table, neat little bandages still in their unopened boxes, scissors in a little pink suede sheath, cotton and gauze laid out perfectly as though waiting years for this moment to come. She starts cleaning away the blood with cotton wool and soapy water. Watching it makes me wince, but Jude stays very still, obedient and patient as she carefully cleans the skin around the gash. 

“You’ve been absolutely split open.” She informs him. “Did you get boxed?”

“Kicked, actually.”

“Jesus.” Claire murmurs. “Is that the new thing now? Kicking each other in the head?”

“It makes sense when you consider the situation.” 

Jude winces as she gets closer to the cut. I start chewing on my nails. “Why did he kick you?” I ask. 

“I was being funny.” He explains. “I just made a joke.”

“Did you get in an actual fight?”

“No.” He holds his hands out to me to show me his knuckles, clean and unmarred, save for streaks of his own blood that have dried on the sides of his fingers. “He hit me, I didn’t hit him back.” Claire starts cleaning his neck and he tilts his chin for her. “This isn’t great.” She says.

“Should I call a taxi to the hospital?”

“You’ll be waiting there all night. I think it’s better if you sober up a bit first, and we should at least try to stop it from bleeding. I think I have those stitch plasters in my bathroom. Shane needed them before. I’ll try and find them.” Without a word she hands the cotton ball to me and goes upstairs to look for them. 

I hesitate with it in my hand, pink with water and blood, then gingerly I take the seat next to him. His breath is like whiskey. “You are drunk.” I say quietly, and he shakes his head. “No, but I have been drinking. I was out with some people.”

“Can you go from the start?” I ask him as I gently swipe the cotton along his cheek where blood has dried into his pores. “How did we get here?”

He moves his head to let me get at a spot at the corner of his jaw where it has pooled. “I just thought I’d go out with some people from school, some pub in East Wall. We were drinking. It was alright, I suppose. Actually, no, it wasn’t that fun, I was just there to be there, but this guy comes over to one of my friends from school and starts going on about how much he hates his shoes.”

I can’t help but snicker. “His shoes?” 

“Yeah.” He grins, but it seems to hurt him, because he makes a pained sound in his throat when he does. “He always wears these Doc Martins boots, really old and scuffed up, but I think they’re cool.”

“I like them.” I say. “Actually, I have a pair.”

“I know, I like yours on you. But this guy had such an issue them for some reason.” He says. “He was all like, ‘nice shoes, man, where’d you get those, man? They look like shit, man.’ I think to impress the girl he was with, or something.”

“And what did your friend do?”

“He didn’t do anything, he’s a shy guy, so he just stood there and took it. But I noticed that the other guy – his shoes were actually way worse. He had those brown deck shoes on, you know, with the leather shoelaces?”

“Yes, I had to wear them for school. I loathe them.”

“I thought it was funny. Like, how can someone with those shoes call someone out for theirs? So I said ‘hey, are those Dubarrys?’ just an innocent question, which he took as antagonistic, but I… I suppose it wasn’t that innocent. I drew attention to him pretty purposefully, and all the guys started chanting ‘Dubarrys, Dubarrys‘ and kinda crowding around him to look. I thought it might be funny to squat down in the chaos and get my friend to take a picture of me with him to remember the moment.”

“Oh my god. And he let you?”

“For a good ten seconds, yeah, he didn’t really know what to do, he looked a bit rattled and confused by us, like he was a deer in headlights, and his date tried to stand in front of his shoes so we couldn’t take a picture of them. He was all like ‘stand up, man, stand up and look me in the face.’ And obviously I was having too much fun pointing at his feet that I didn’t see the point in doing that, and then he saw that the girl was embarrassed, and,” A shrug. 

“And those ugly shoes kicked you in the face.” I finish. 

“Yeah. And then the bouncers came and chucked me out of the bar.”

“You? Not him?” 

“Us both.” He clarifies. “And then I like, had to leg it away from him in case he did it again. That’s how I landed on the docks, without my keys, trying to call Shane.”

“Oh dear.” I say. “What were you doing in the photographs?”

“This.” He throws up his two fingers on both hands, and I shake my head and laugh. “Seems a bit like you provoked him, if I’m honest.”

“Yeah probably. They were just big words from a little man.”

I hold his chin and bring his head back to the middle, grabbing a fresh cotton ball to wipe off any remaining streaks. His eyes follow my movements closely. “There’s quite a bit of blood.” I say. 

“I know.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It does.”

“Lift your chin for me.” He obeys. “I feel like Claire is a lot better at this stuff.” I confess. “I feel like I’m not very caring, like, by nature.”

“No?”

“No.” I chuckle softly. “You know my mam tried to get me to do nursing in college. It’s what her sister does, and her own mother did it too before she got married, but I can’t imagine anything less suited to me, I just don’t think I have the… whatever you call it. The nurturing touch.”

I meet his eyes as I move to the other side of his face, where a rogue fingerprint is left on the opposite cheek. They watch me curiously, rimmed with thick, spiky lashes. I try not to think about how close we are, or how I can feel his breath feathering over my jaw. “I don’t think that’s true.” He says softly. “I think you’re very nurturing.”

“Thank you.” The clock ticks past midnight on the wall ahead of me, the thunk of the hands the only sound apart from the patting of cotton against his skin. “It’s a pity about your T-shirt.”

“Yes.” He says. “You hardly have something I could borrow.”

“Well actually, your sassy little grey number with the hole in the armpit is upstairs, if you want it back, finally.”

His eyes travel over my face. “Maybe in a minute.”

“Okay.” I place the cotton onto the table. “I think I got it all off, and I don’t know what to do next. I think as long as you don’t move your eyebrow we should be in the clear.”

The corners of his mouth lift. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Do you doubt my blood cleaning abilities?”

He chuckles. “So what’s the verdict?”

“You mean how bad do you look?”

“Out of ten?”

“Eight.”

“Wow, that’s bad.”

“Eight for you.” I clarify. “Probably like four for someone else, you’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

He flutters his lashes. “Gosh, thanks.”

“Do you want to go and look in the mirror?”

“Nah it’s okay, I’ll shock myself tomorrow.” he picks up the cotton and starts dabbing at the blood on his hands, all long fingers, angular, jutting wrist bones and fingernails with little white half moons on them, like he’s never been inclined to bite those bits off. “Thanks for helping out.” He says. 

“It’s Claire, really.” I say. “I would have been useless on my own. I don’t think I even have a box of plasters to my name.”

“I think I’d still be grateful if you used wet kitchen roll on me.”

“Can I get you anything else? Something to eat or drink?”

“Nah.”

“Not like you to refuse a snack.”

“Not hungry.”

I frown at him, and he looks right back, something vulnerable and open in his expression that I didn’t expect to find there, not with one eye almost fused shut now, the gash above it red and open and angry. I’m terrified by the depth of emotion I feel for him at that moment, be it instinctive protectiveness or something else. “I’ll bring over the tub of sweets.” I decide. “Claire and I won’t finish them anyway.” I start making moves to fetch them but he reaches out to me, hand just above my knee and fingers curling slightly to the ticklish skin underneath sending a shiver ripping through my body. “Wait, Evie, can I-”

“Got them.” Claire comes down the stairs and Jude lifts his hand away, whatever spell that was between us unwinding itself, and we fall away from each other in an instant. I hop up to allow her to settle back into her seat in front of him. “They ended up being at the very back of the cupboard under the sink. I didn’t see them for ages. You’re looking nicely cleaned up.”

“All thanks to you both.”

She unpeels the stitch plasters and starts carefully fusing the open skin together with them. I can’t look away, it’s fascinating as much as it is utterly disgusting. Jude’s jaw is clenched and his eyes are squeezed shut. 

“Stop twitching your eyebrows.” Claire chides. “You keep pulling the skin all over the place.”

“Sorry.” He whispers. There’s something a bit sweet about how he’s not trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt him, and how he’s kind of being a bit of a baby about it, no “it’s nothing”s or “It’s just a scratch”es He catches me smirking at him and gives me a questioning look, but I just shrug and turn around to retrieve the chocolate tub from the coffee table. 

“Have a treat, for being so brave.” I say, holding it out to him. “Which is your favourite?” 

“Caramel.”

“Too bad I’ve eaten them all. That’s my favourite too.”

“Fine, I’ll get one of the hazelnut ones.” He plucks one out and untwists its purple wrapper, but his lips quiver as he brings it close. “Ugh, I actually feel a bit sick.”

“It’s probably the shock.” Claire says. “Come over and sit on the couch for a bit.”

“Should I not just go to the hospital?”

She cocks her head. “I really don’t know if it’s worth it. These plasters should hold it closed, and if you’re careful about it for a few days I think you’ll be alright. Here, I’ll give you some more in case they come off.” She slips a few into his coat pocket. “I think maybe a cup of tea might make you feel better. Take your coat off, sit down over there and I’ll make one for you.”

“Claire, you really don’t have to do all of this for me. It’s nice enough that you even let me in, I don’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense. Sit.”

He wrestles himself out of his coat and hangs it on the back of a chair. The massive blood stain is suddenly impossible to ignore. 

“Your T-shirt.” I comment. 

“Yeah, not great.”

“I’ll get you a clean one.” I head upstairs to retrieve the grey one. I’m not certain why I even took it to Dublin with me, but the idea of leaving it in Tullamore to sit in my empty wardrobe was as depressing as throwing it away. Maybe I planned to wear it to bed, even if the idea of doing that feels really intense, considering the cosmic weight it carries. The last time I wore it on my body I was an entirely different girl made up of different tissue and cells, before everything that happened, happened. 

He’s on the couch when I come back down, ignoring the dinky little jug of milk that Claire has placed next to his mug of tea. He’s tainted by his Americanness. He only takes sugar, not milk. He smiles gratefully when I hand him the shirt, and then I turn around shyly to give him privacy as he changes. 

“Oh, will one of you hand me a cotton ball, or something? The blood soaked through my shirt a bit.”

Claire comes to the rescue before I can and tosses him a ball, but I take a chance and glance over my shoulder at him anyway, and feel a deep blush creep over my neck and cheeks as I do. His back is facing me, and the sight of it does something extraordinary to my insides. He didn’t look like that when he was eighteen. Claire catches me staring, pulls a face and gives my arm a quick squeeze as she passes by.

She clears up the last few bits and pieces in the kitchen and puts the milk back into the fridge. “I’m going to bed now.” She announces. “Jude, my dear, stay if you want, the couch is free, Evie’ll get you some blankets, if you want to go, that’s grand, just make sure the door is properly closed behind you, it tends to be a bit sticky.”

“I will, thanks Claire.” He’s put the clean t-shirt on now so I’m safe to turn around. He sits back down, and Claire switches off the kitchen light and heads upstairs. We listen to her footsteps across the landing and the click of her bedroom door, and then I feel like holding my breath in the silence that follows. The clock still ticks, and nothing else makes a sound. 

“Do you want to sit down?” Jude asks me in a voice so soft it’s almost a whisper. I eye his bloody T-shirt in a pile on the coffee table. “Can I wash it?” I ask. 

“I think it’s probably for the bin. I’ll chuck it away after I leave.”

“I think I can get the stains out. I actually know quite a bit about laundry.”

“If you want to, but it’s fairly disgusting.”

“It doesn’t matter, really.”

“Does this have something to do with you wanting to purloin another of my T-shirts and hold it hostage for three years?”

“Hmm, I can’t confirm or deny.” I pluck it off the table and toss it into the washing machine behind me. “I’ll give it my best go tomorrow.”

“Fair enough.”

I walk over and sit next to him. “Is the tea making you feel better?”

“Sort of. Are you going to have anything?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” But I don’t move. He smiles at me. “Or do you want some of mine?”

“I couldn’t stomach it without the milk, sorry.”

“Well have you tried it?”

“Yeah like once when I’d already made a cup before I realised we were out of milk. It was sick.”

“Maybe this will be different.” He holds it to me and I take it. The mug, hot in my hands makes me feel warm all over, the feeling enhanced by the cosy glow of the string lanterns around the window that frame the bleak winter scene outside. I take a cautionary sip, and it tastes bitter and sweet at the same time. I don’t like it, and tell him as much. 

“Worth a try.” He shrugs, and lifts it out of my hands. When he takes another sip he puts his lips against the very same spot where my mouth was, and I wonder if he did it on purpose, the idea of which is strangely erotic. I shiver. “Are you going to stay over?”

“It’s not ideal, but I don’t have my house keys. I can get a taxi home but I’m almost sure that nobody will be awake.”

“That’s alright.” I assure him. “It’s a small couch but I can get you blankets and try to make it as comfortable as possible.” I look him over and deduct that the sheer height of him would be one and a half times the size of the couch if he were lying down on the floor next to it. He’s in for a cramped night’s sleep. The corner of his mouth kicks up. “I’ve slept in worse places, Evie. Don’t worry. There’ve been smaller couches than this one, floors without a blanket, out on a friend’s lawn on wet grass. I’ll be fine.”

I nod. “I hope you find your keys.” 

“Yeah, same. Otherwise I’m not getting back into my apartment in Berlin in the new year.”

“Ah, yeah, well that wouldn’t be great.”

He shrugs. “It’s fine, they’re probably in the bar. I bet I dropped them on the floor. They’ll turn up.”

He takes a long, full breath and rests his head against the wall behind him. He looks so tired now, for the first time since he arrived, and the bruises on his face look somehow more painful than they did then too, but I opt not to mention it again. I’m sure he knows. 

“It’s kind of strange to have you in my house.” I say instead, which I somehow imagined would be a not-weird thing to say to him before it came out of me. He looks rightfully perplexed. “Really? Why?”

“It just feels like, I dunno, like I cultivated a different version of me in this house than the version you used to know, it feels a bit like one universe colliding with another.”

“Ah, like Jude Turner doesn’t exist in this universe.”

“Right.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s on the beach in 2010, of course. My life sometimes feels like it’s been split into segments, and the beach feels like one distinct segment, like nothing about that time bleeds into any other time. It was its own unique world. ” I don’t say the part about even to this day, I view my life as ‘before’ and ‘after’ that summer. Before and after Jude left and everything changed. 

“I think about that summer all of the time.”

“Yeah, I do too. We’re so different now.”

“Nah, not really.”

“I feel different.”

“So do I, but then I go away and I live my life and I don’t see you for ages, and I come back and find you and we’re always the same. It always feels like nothing has really changed as much as we think.” 

“You have shorter hair, a tattoo and a third piercing.” I say, as though it proves something, and he smiles. “Yeah, and your freckles are gone, but those things are superficial. It still feels the same to talk to you.”

I brush the bridge of my nose. “My freckles.”

“Yeah you had them during the heatwave, do you remember that?”

“Of course, I only get them when I’ve been out in the sun for days and days. I think that was the only time I’ve had them since I was a child.” 

“They were clearest at the festival, I remember how they made your face look tanned from far away.”

“Well, tricked you. Get close enough and you’d have been blinded by how white I was underneath them.” I grin. “You know, one of my favourite memories from the whole summer was when we went to Pendulum, and we thought we’d hate them, but they were absolutely amazing.”

“Yeah, and I put you on my shoulders so that you could see the stage.”

“It was so hot by then, like all of the heat from the day felt like it congealed in the air and everyone was bathed in sweat, and when I was high up like that they were drenching me with cold water from those hoses, and I felt like I was holy.”

“You were.” His gaze wanders over me. “I remember Jen took a photo on her digital camera, and it’s crap quality because she got her finger in the way a bit, but it’s of you on my shoulders, and you’ve got that cigarette that we shared hanging out of your mouth and your arms are, like, stretched up to the sky and your eyes are closed, you really looked like you’d met God.”

“I was moved by the spirit.”

“Of Propane Nightmares?”

“Yes.” I grin at him, and he smiles back, a small, closed mouth smile that makes my stomach start to quiver. He has such a sensual little mouth. I wish he’d kiss me with it. The memory of what happened right after the Pendulum gig slides into my mind, the vividness of his hot mouth open against mine, and I briefly picture myself crawling onto his lap and repeating history. 

The look on his face near convinces me that he can hear my thoughts. Surely he must know the power he has over me, because he lightly takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head to the side. My heart thuds. He pinches my earlobe. “Do you think that earrings would still go into all of these little piercings if you tried them now?”

“I’m not sure. Probably.”

“But would they make you feel like ‘you’ yet?”

“Maybe.” I whisper. “I’m starting to feel like I’m coming back around to them.”

“Hm.” He says, and I’m a bit terrified of the moment he turns my face back to him, because I am certain I will throw myself at him. I can’t kiss anyone. It’s not the right time. I’m not ready. I’m afraid, and – oh God – Astrid still exists.

As though he has the very same thought at the same time, he swiftly takes his hands away from me and says “Sorry, Jesus, that was weird of me. I dunno why I just went in and grabbed your ear.”

“No it’s fine.” I say, flustered, heart pounding. “It’s no big deal, it’s just an ear.” I spring up and collect his empty mug and the jug from the table and head over to the kitchen to stack them into the dishwasher. “I think I’ll go to bed. I’ll just go up and grab a pillow and some blankets for you.”

“Yeah, okay, alright.” He says, and I go hastily up the stairs to retrieve the spare bedding from the hot press. I can barely look at him as I hand them over, my cheeks still flooded with heat. “See you in the morning.” I say, and I head upstairs to bury myself in blankets, and eventually fall asleep and have the kinds of dreams, of crumpled sheets and golden skin and lips and hands and breath, that will make me feel woozy when I wake up. 

He’s already gone in the morning. Blankets folded tidily on the couch cushions, a note propped on top that simply reads: 

You are angels. 

See you in Berlin? 

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#lucky girl part 3 #tw: alcohol #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: sex

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He's Just A Baby Part 4

The school wasn’t too far from the residential area. Daryl sat on the top of the cab of the truck with his feet dangling over the back glass. They broke up into groups, Shane and Lori went to the cafeteria, Daryl and Carol went to walk through the halls and classrooms. Each packing totes and a wagon, rolling down the tile floored halls. 

“Do you think we’ll find a rug? A racetrack one maybe, Carl would like it too.” Daryl asked as he swung his bow to clear the first room. Carol pulled the wagon to a stop outside the door and grabbed a tote from their folded stack. 

“Maybe, we could check the closets too. You look through the books, I’ll see what I can find.” Carol instructed. Lori and Shaen had two wagons given they’d really be the only ones bringing back useful things. 

The first few rooms brought not much other than books on culture, food, and kinds of dogs and a few notebooks and pens. The next few had coloring books and a large tube of art supplies that the two put in the hallway to get on their way back. There was a larger room, a special education room by the looks of it, in the middle of the row of doors. 

“Hey Daryl, why don’t you go look in the next room, I can look in here. We’ll be able to hear if anything comes in the hallway.” Carol said and the boy nodded and made his way to the next room down. Carol opened the door and went in. It was a special education room. There were three teachers' desks and lots of sensory toys and tools. There was also a shelf of books behind one of the desks. Carol quickly scanned them and found the one she wanted. “Helping Surviors Of Childhood Abuse, Sexual Abuse, and Mental Illness”, it was a rather thick book and Daryl probably wouldn’t be offended by the words he couldn’t read so she put it in her backpack. She found some fidget toys and bagged them, she then found some building bricks and a book of things to build from them. Carl and Sophia would like those too. She put those by the door on a child’s desk. Finally she looked over at the carpet, a plain blue one sadly, and found something she’d known Daryl would enjoy. A small bookcase of comic books and graphic novels. She picked a few, pirates, cowboys, and a few superheroes. 

“I found a cookie jar!” Carol heard from the other room and she quickly stashed the picture books away in her backpack and popped the bin of blocks in the wagon. 

When she turned the corner she found Daryl, sat down on the floor with his legs splayed open with a large cookie jar between his legs, stuffing his face. 

“Daryl?” Carol said with a smile and an eyebrow raised. He looked up at her with the biggest, brightest blue eyes. 

“No one needs to know. We can say it was half full.” He said and handed her a cookie which she rolled her eyes at and took. 

“You’ll get a stomach ache. Now c’mon cookie monster, eat and walk.” Carol said and Daryl happily walked around the school, a bit more pep in his step, with the jar clear acrylic jar in arm. 

They ended up finding quite a few candy and cookie jars. And most importantly a rug, a big racetrack rug. They pulled their wagon, full of toys and useless crap, back to the truck. Shane and Lori were sitting on the tailgate talking, behind them sitting a few very large cans of food and some pots. When they caught sight of Daryl, cradling a rolled rug and plastic tote in arms, Shane shook his head and Lori laughed. 

“Hey buddy, what’chu got there?” Shane said and watched the boy put the tote down and unrolled the rug, holding it so it didn’t touch the ground so his arms were raised high. 

“Racetrack. And cookies and books and uh building blocks and and candy jars.” Daryl listed off as he unloaded him and Carol’s wagon. Lori looked at Carol but she just shrugged and hopped in the back with Daryl for the ride back. 

Carl was overjoyed at what was brought back. Especially the large cans of pudding and the building blocks. Him and Sophia immediately carried them to Grime Temporary residence. 

Daryl was busy looking at the books he’d gotten himself while sitting in the kitchen. Carol said tonight he could work on reading, but really he knew she would read to him. He was looking forward to it. Since they brought so much back they didn’t have to do any more chores. 

Daryl just flipped through the wildlife book. He looked at the pictures, then he looked at the words. He knew what some words looked like. The, a… Actually that’s about it. He could say the letters, there was a D and then an E and another E and then an R. But duh, eh, eh, er didn’t really sound like a word. 

“Hey kiddo, you want a soda while we read this book?” Carol offered as she picked up the book from Daryl’s hands. Daryl shook his head and Carol chuckled. 

“We’ll work on this book until you can tell me each word alright? You don’t have to read it but you have to tell me each word. I’m not making fun of you, remember that.” Carol instructed and sat down next to him. Daryl nodded and paid attention. 

Carol read the book to Daryl, who was very content to stop her every other page to tell her about the time he hunted whatever it was. By the time they were done Daryl was yawning. 

“How about a nap before dinner. You can help me wash the dishes before bedtime.” Carol really said, not leaving much room for discussion. 

Daryl did sleep. He slept till the next morning when everyone was looking for him. Why couldn’t they find him? Because Daryl had decided to sleep in the safest place in the house, the most comforting. The closet. Rick found him, drool dried on his face and hair an utter disaster under his blanket. 

“Hey kid, we’re packing up. We thought you mighta’ left us. Can’t leave withoutcha, buddy.” Rick said and got the boy to wake up and stand. Daryl yawned and realized it was morning. 

“I’m sorry Mister Grimes, I’ll get our stuff-” Daryl started apologizing, grabbing his bow and starting for the stairs but Rick stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“We already packed up everything. You better go find Carol before she has a heart attack. Worrying her sick is what you did. Go say sorry and get in the RV.” Rick told him sternly and lifted his hand away. Daryl nodded and ducked away. 

“Sorry.” Daryl mumbled as he hurried to find Carol. 

“There he is”, “Found the kid”, and “He didn’t leave” all rang out as Daryl hurried toward the RV where he could see Carl and Sophia’s head. Carol was sitting in the passenger seat and Daryl looked at her sheepishly but she pulled him into a great hug. 

“You scared the lights out of me! I couldn’t find you for dinner and thought you’d gone to do something but then I didn’t see you this morning and I had no idea where you had gone. Don’t you ever worry me like that again, Daryl Dixon, do you hear me?” Carol said with the flurry of motherly relief. Daryl looked down and nodded. 

“I’m sorry Miss Carol, I just- I been- I was… I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again. I’m really sorry.” Daryl said and felt about two feet tall. Tears pricked at his eyes. Carol hugged him in, one hand cardaling the back of the boy’s head and the other rubbing his back. 

“It’s okay. It’s alright. You’re back and we’re ready to head out. We saved you back some breakfast. Get settled.” Carol said forgivingly and pulled back to kiss Daryl’s forehead and send him to the body of the RV. Daryl sniffled and nodded, moving to sit on the bench behind the table where the two younger kids worked. 

Soon everyone was settled and ready to go. There was a large factoried area an hour away and they had hopes of finding cannery or a food distributor. Somewhere they could lock down and take for a few weeks, a few months, for as long as they could. 

They expected walkers, maybe even survivors, and factories of course. However the group did not expect to find a large distribution warehouse. There were no cars in front of it, no windows, and a solid roof. They had decided to check it out. 

There were brown cardboard boxes for what seemed like miles. There was utter silence but they still looked for any walkers. Everyone was in awe. It was clean, sheltered, and perfect. 

“This is it. We can build a fence, walls, we can make this permanent. This is… we can do this.” Rick said to the group as they got to the back wall. There were heavy duty locking doors, thick cement walls, steam beaming holding up all the roof, and of course room. Enough room to survive inside if they need to. 

“This is fucking insane.” Is all anyone said. It came from the back of the group where Daryl was standing, bow in a slack hand at his side. Everyone laughed and agreed. 

“Five bucks says I can find alcohol.” Daryl said and smiled. It was like a snapped rubber band, everyone rushed to the boxes. Shane, Rick, and Carol all looked at each other and shook their heads. They instead checked the doors and looked at the back side of the building. 

Everyone was relaxed, joyous, happier than they had been since the world started to end. There was in fact a case of liquor in the big room they had cleared, one of many it seemed. Liquor and boxed mattresses and bed frames and snacks and sodas and juices and jerky and season salts and gardening supplies. There was just so much of everything. 

Daryl had went away from the pack to look through boxes near one corner, he found containers and metal water bottles and rope and soap and jars of buttons. Carol and Sophia went off to decide somewhere to build their room, everyone had been rationed things, the basics: a bed, a frame and a ration of food. 

Carol had caught sight of Daryl staring down at something in his hands, unmoving and frowning. He didn’t look disgusted or sad but rather… miserable. She approached him and looked at the clear plastic bag in his hands. 

“What’s that Daryl?” Carol asked and Daryl dropped it back into the back and practically snarled at the offensive object. He huffed off but Carol looked. Small colorful stuffed animals. Cheap ones like they have at the carnival. She looked at the one Daryl had in his hands, a blue spotted dog. There were other colored dogs, farm animals, fish, birds, all sorts of small hand sized stuffed toys. Carol took the box to her stack that she was making walls out of but kept it to the side. 

She took the blue dog out of the plastic and tore off the tag. She put it in her vest pocket and went back to going through boxes. 

Daryl was moving empty boxes to one side of the room. It was methodical, he seemed to be calmer doing it. He took them and made stacks, sizes matching up. 

“Daryl? Do you wanna help me make up a space for me and Sophia? It would be a big help.” Carol asked the boy who nodded and started making two walls in a corner. He worked quietly, a small smile on his lips. Empty boxes and some tape, that’s all it took for him to relax and feel content. Carol didn’t want to disturb him so she just went to help the rest of everyone put things together. 

He made a rather large area, using the two walls of the facility allowed him to use the boxes to make the space bigger. He made a doorway and decided he was done. He then carried in the boxed bed frame and dragged in a mattress that was out of its box. He built the frame quickly and set the mattress on top. He made a cheap side table and put it next to it. He went to get Carol and Sophia’s things and carried them to the room. He looked into the last box and found the box of stuffed toys. 

‘ Stupid thing to want. Dumb fucking toys. Shouldn’t want a thing for a fucking baby’ Daryl scolded himself as he carries the box to the corner. Carol’s standing in the doorway, a hand over her mouth in awe. Daryl dropped the box by the doorway and looked at her sheepishly. 

“It’s perfect Daryl. You did more than you needed to. Thank you, Daryl. Really thank you.” Carol said and hugged Daryl tightly with a big smile on her face. He hugged her back and gave a little grin. She pulled back and reached into her pocket. 

“We don’t have to tell anybody. This can be yours, and no one needs to know. I'm giving it to you as a thank you.” Carol explained and pushed the blue dog into Daryl’s hands. He flipped it around his hands for a moment before nodding and held it to his chest. 

“Yeah. Yeah secret dog.” Daryl said quietly and smiled at Carol. Sophia then came running up with a pile of… colorful fabric things and Daryl excused himself to make his own area. 

Everyone had their own areas. 

Lori, Rick, and Carl took up the most space so they made walls out of shelves from the box truck and sheets. They had two beds, a larger one and a smaller one. Carl had taken a few posters and sheets with race cars on them. The bigger bed had soft silk sheets and a warm chic grey blanket. 

Shane made a space toward the entrance of the building, he had found a large recliner chair and a green blanket and a bottle of rum. 

T-dog had made a space which he was quite happy about, comfortable bed, food, water, and a few tiny tequila bottles. He had chosen to cover his box walls with some sleek grey sheets. 

Dale had made a small space for himself opposite of Shane’s against the front wall. He just wanted to look out. 

Glenn was happier than hell to have a room and had covered his walls in muscle car tapestries and squirreled away a bottle of wine.

Andrea and Amy decided to make one big room and split it down the middle with two sheets. They had taken the time to build clothes racks and made themselves little wardrobes, giddy about it almost. 

Sophia had decorated their room mostly. She had found sheets with stars for the walls, a colorful rug for the floor, and blue sheets with cats for Carol’s bed and pink sheets with cats on them for her own. It was… the happiest place anyone had seen in a long time. 

Daryl though… No one really saw a space for Daryl. There weren’t any other rooms built even though they could be. They decided to hang up a solar lantern they had found in the middle of the cleared area, it was bright enough to be able to find from any corner of the room. They wanted a final head count so Shane walked around passing out water bottles for the night and couldn’t find Daryl. Shane went back to Rick where he was helping Carl change into some real pajamas. 

“Hey, I can’t find the kid. He ain’t in a room.” Shane said to Rick who quickly excused himself from Carl to talk to his best friend. 

“What’d you mean? You can’t find him? Did you check with Carol, you know he hangs around her.” Rick asked and looked around to see if he could get a glimpse of the boy. Shane nodded. 

“I checked. She hadn’t seen him for hours either. Now I don’t think making such a big noise in an unfamiliar place-” Shane started to explain but Rick already had his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. He called out Daryl’s name and everyone moved to stand in their makeshift doorways. 

“What’s wrong? Where’s Daryl? What happened?” Carol said and hurriedly made her way to Rick and Shane. Rick shook his head and waited. 

“Just want a head count and Daryl hasn’t come up.” Rick explained calmly. Carol was about to get a little bit heated over the fact they lost a kid but there were a few footsteps and a head popped out from around the main stack of unopened boxes. 

“Um…. yeah?” Daryl said quietly and yawned. He’d been sleeping, he’d made a nice little place to sleep. 

AKA; he took the box from Shane’s chair and squirreled it into the big stack of boxes. He built the pile around the large box so it was hidden, a tunnel of boxes leading to the much larger one. He’d dragged in pillows for a bed, some blankets, and had taken a small flashlight. He taped his knife to the side and had his little blue doggy. Everything was good, comfortable, safe.

“Hey, where were you? We all worried.” Carol said and gestured with her head to everyone standing in the doorways, they turned and went back to their areas. Daryl looked down at his feet, he’d replaced his boots with a pair of soft shoes, they were fuzzy on the inside and looked like regular shoes so he liked them. 

“Made a space for me in the pile. ‘Was sleepin.” He answered and looked back at the mountain of stacked boxes. Carol smiled at the two officers and made her way to walk Daryl back the way he came. 

Daryl stopped in front of the opening to his hideyhole. He looked ashamed almost, looking down, unable to catch the woman’s eyes. 

"Daryl? Are you sleeping in a box?" Carol asked and looked at the hole. Daryl swallowed and nodded. He knelt down and nodded toward the opening, it was just big enough for him to be able to pull himself through on his back, which he did to Carol’s delight. She giggled and bent down to look through the tunnel. She could see the opening to the bigger box and Daryl sitting with his knees to his chest. 

“Do what I did, I’ll help.” Daryl said quietly, so Carol did. She laid on her back and stuck her hands to find somewhere to pull herself in with but instead Daryl grabbed her hands in his and pulled her in. 

“Goodness!” Carol said laughing as she  sat up and looked around. She was glad to see he had gathered up blankets and made a nice little bed of pillows to sleep on. She was also very happy to see the little stuffed dog placed on the bed carefully. 

"hi" He said and looked at her. She smiled and patted his knee. 

"Did you see that Glenn found a whole big case of snack cakes? We're gonna organize everything tomorrow. There's even a stream a walkable distance behind the building. Maybe you could find one of the offices a nice place to sleep." Carol said and Daryl just looked at his feet. He knew eventually they would get rid of the box piles and he’d have to make a space for himself but until he found a nice small space for himself, the box was very good. Daryl just nodded he hadn’t heard about the stream but it made this place even better. 

"We can divide and ration the food. We have more than enough of everything else for everyone. We found water filters and medical supplies and charcoal. This is a good place isn't  it Daryl?" Carol said and moved to sit next to Daryl. 

"Yeah." The boy said quietly and leaned his head on her shoulder. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. 

"Are you tired?" She asked and he nodded his head after a moment. 

"Yeah" Daryl said. He was tired even though he just woke up. He wasn’t really tired . He just felt… a lot. His brain was tired but his body wasn’t. 

"Are you gonna go back to sleep?" Carol asked as she took in the way the boy’s body was all tense and the way his feet were fidgety like he was wiggling his toes around. 

"I dunno." Daryl mumbled and shrugged and swayed his legs back and forth a little bit. He was tired but he was just so awake. It was a weird feeling. Like if he laid down he would just be too wiggly to sleep. 

"Daryl, do you want to come with me and start organizing stuff in the other big room? I can't sleep either. Maybe we can tire ourselves out." Carol asked and bent her head to look at the boy’s face. She wasn’t really not tired but she wouldn’t like knowing Daryl was just sitting alone in what was basically a little cave. 

Daryl started to nod but looked over at his dog. Carol just smiled and moved to pull himself out of the box tunnel again. 

“The puppy can come too. We can get a safety pin and pin him to your pants.” Carol said with a smile as Daryl pulled himself out to follow Carol to the other large room in the building. 

“Okay.” He said and had a hop to his step as he followed her. 

When everyone woke up they were surprised to see that Daryl and Carol weren't where they left them. But soon Sophia woke up and said that her mom went to work in the other room. Carol had of course told her daughter, not wanting to stress or worry the kid. 

Everyone had gone to the other space and was surprised to see many of the boxes moved into stacks which were categorized by labels that were written on the floor in green and pink chalk. The first half of the words were written neatly and the second half were… unique. 

Food, Fabric, Hygiene, Hunting, Fishing, Ammo, Teknolje, Toys, Boocks, Shoos, and finally, drawn in big letters with stars drawn around it, Soler LIts. Some of the group giggled at the way the words were spelled. 

Lori asked Sophia if she had come and helped out her mom but the girl shook her head and said she hadn’t even gotten out of bed. 

"Carol?" Shane called out. It was best to know where the two went off to. There was a groan from behind one of the stacks in the corner and they all moved to peak around. There was a pile of colorful beach towels and Carol was sitting with her back against the wall and Daryl was laying on his side with his head in her lap. He had his little dog pinned to the hip of his jeans with one of his hands on it and the other in front of his face. 

Carol yawned and rubbed her eyes, blinking largely. He looked down at Daryl, just checking him. 

"Morning already? We did a lot in here so if you guys want, you can start with these and then we can tackle the other rooms. I think that would be best." Carol explained and yawned, she rubbed at Daryl’s shoulder to wake him up but he just scrunched his knees closer to his chest and made a complaining noise. 

“Yeah?” Rick said with a smile. He was proud of the boy, he had been so helpful to the entire group. He felt like Daryl was turning into a very hopeful and helpful young man. 

"Well Daryl did most of the moving. We make a good team. I opened them, went through them and he put them in their spot. We had to add more categories as we went along but, there is some great stuff here." Carol explained and there was a little sneeze from the boy. He sat up, yawned, rubbed the gunk from his face, and rubbed a fuzz from where it was tickling his nose. 

Carol patted his back and stood up. She groaned and he looked at where Shane, Rick, and Lori were all standing looking at him. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down. Rick came over and pulled the boy to his feet. 

"Hey trooper, Carol here says you're doing some team playing." Rick said and patted the young boys back. Daryl just blinked and yawned again. 

"Yeah, should get first dibs. I wanna ‘nother cake." Daryl grumbled at the officer. The man laughed and pulled Daryl against his side in a hug. 

“Absolutely buddy. Maybe we can whip up some pancakes this time around. We even found condensed milk, we can make a good cake this time around.” Rick said and Daryl smiled. He was excited to move more boxes and eat pancakes. 

It was a pretty great place, for being the apocalypse. They built a good wall out of cars from the surrounding parking lots and found a few good vehicles to use. They had solar lights inside the building that charged during the day. They had made planters full of fruits and vegetables and edible plants. They had basic water towers for rainwater and the stream always provided them with water to filter. 

Daryl grew to like living in the building. He had taken up a small control room that was built on the ‘second floor’, it was really just built high on the wall so he could look over the whole larger room. It was small but he’d ripped out the control panel and used it to build some of their wall.

He had been given gifts for being so helpful. He had a sleeping bag, a nice knife, coloring books, and plenty of easy reader books. Carol had been giving him lessons so he could read most of the words. He had a small desk, a chair, and a lofted bed. He liked his space. He put cool pictures of dogs over the windows so he could move them to see if he wanted but so no one could see him inside. 

They had everything they wanted. Daryl taught everyone how to make traps for crawdads and small animals. New people joined them and they kept expanding. The walls grew safer and stronger. New people shared new techniques and they kept growing and evolving. Tree houses were built, and in a few months they had expanded so they had two buildings within the walls. 

Daryl was happy. New people respected him because he was so educated in hunting and surviving. He usually stayed with Carol and the kids but he protected him. Everyone trusted him to protect the kids. He was happy to do chores and eat dinner with Carol. 

He was even happier when a small family joined them. 

There was an old man, Herschel, who became friends with Rick and one of the few doctors in the group. He was wise and nice and always had a good spirit. He was also very willing to snap his fingers at Daryl and tell him to go walk it off when he got huffy, or balled up on someone. 

There were also two sisters. One older, Maggie, who in a few weeks started to sleep in Glenn’s room. She was a good shot and helped the group build a fence and bring in cattle and a few horses. She helped tend to the pigs and cows. The younger one, Beth, was… Daryl liked her. She was like sunshine. She had very pretty blonde hair and soft hands for a farm girl and she teased Daryl and he just. He liked her a lot. His face always got red and hot when she teased him and grabbed his arm. 

Daryl and Beth usually hung out. They liked to help each other out, aka; Daryl liked to hear her talk. She liked to bring food up to the roof of the building and have picnics. She liked to brush his hair and remind him to wash it. He liked to bring her flowers because then she put flowers in her hair and that really made Daryl happy. 

Daryl was just happy. Sure sometimes he was sad. He was sad thinking about Merle, he was sad thinking about his momma, he was sad thinking about himself. But once he was done being sad he could go out and be happy with people who cared about him. 

Daryl liked his new home and his new family, even though it was the apocalypse.

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Pride and Passion | 10

Chapter 10

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“You know he’s using you, right?” the deep voice rumbled through your head and kept you awake for the second night in a row.

“Shut up. You’re not real.” You whispered back, eyes closed and silently hoping the voice would just disappear.

“I’m as real as you want me to be, girl. Tell me-“ the voice stopped and suddenly appeared in the other corner of the room. “…what is it with you and toxic men?”

You didn’t want to but a small snort escaped you. How ironic, how true… “Funny thing coming from you.”

“Heh, what can I say? Little bit proud of my work here.”

“What work?” you answered, scolding yourself. Stop it- he wasn’t real.

“Ya know, creating a tough little bitch.”

You opened your eyes and scanned the room. Of course, there was no one there but still, you didn’t feel alone. How could you- the demons of your past where with you all the time. “You didn’t create me. I did all that myself, it was my choice to kill you.”

Shane’s raspy laugh appeared behind you. “That you did.” You closed your eyes, waiting for something to happen, a touch, a light breeze, anything. “And I enjoyed every second of it, baby.”

“Stop it.” A small laugh escaped your lips. “I didn’t.”

“Because ya loved me. Because ya still do.”

“I don’t.”

“Why? Because there’s another big bad man?”

“Because you tried to kill my dad…” painful memories filled your head and you rubbed your eyes, hoping they would disappear. “And because-“

A sudden knock silenced you mid-sentence. You hesitated at first but after a few moments got up and opened the wooden door. “Yes?”

“You alright?”

You didn’t know what to answer. No, you were not okay but there was no energy to explain that so you just said: “Why?”

Negan raised an eyebrow and scanned your room with a quick glance. “Hmm… maybe because you were talking to yourself, obviously?”

“I was not-“ you started but then stopped. What could you possibly say- I am not talking to myself but my dead boyfriend who haunts me? Nah, better not. „Yeah, I‘m okay.“

Negan knew it was a lie, your face was all flustered, even scared. Like you’ve just seen a ghost. “And you’re absolutely and unchangeably sure about that, doll?”

“Y-yes.” you whispered but didn’t dare to look at his face. You were too scared to lose it, too scared to explain what was really going on but there was just no way you could ever talk about Shane…

Negan watched carefully while you turned around, scanning your room. There was no one there. “Did you eat?”

His questions made you uneasy, your head was already confused enough. “N-no.”

“Then let’s go.” he grabbed your hand, joyfully whistling some melody that was unfamiliar to your ears and strolled towards the canteen.

“I am not hungry, Negan.”

“I know that feeling. You should still eat something- you already lost a few pounds since you moved here.”

“How long has it been?” you asked and suddenly stopped in your tracks. Negan stopped as well but was still holding your hand. He simply didn’t want to let go of you, fuck, all he wanted was to hold you in his arms.

“Four months.” he answered and your expression changed. It seemed like you were about to cry.

“I bet she can’t remember me anymore…” you whispered and hid your face in your hands; tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“’Scuse me?” he asked.

“Judith…” you answered, unable to form another sentence.

“The baby?” Negan stroked his beard. “Cute thing, held her a few weeks back.”

Your head snapped upwards, looking into his dark eyes. “You h-held her?” He nodded. “How is she?! Is she healthy? Is there enough food?”

“Calm down, sweetheart.” He let out a low chuckle. “The baby is fine. Everyone in Alexandria is just fine.”

You really wanted to believe it, you needed to believe it. For all you knew they could be dead and Negan would lie straight to your face.

“And I have to say-“he started, reaching for your hand and softly caressing the skin with his thumb “They also look better than you. Christ, honey, you have to eat.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears away that still kept flowing like a goddamn waterfall. “I don’t want to…”

“Y/N-“ his voice was serious. You didn’t care. You simply couldn’t care. There you were: Away from your people, seeing and hearing your dead boyfriend. It was too much. But Negan didn’t know all this and slowly started to lose his patience, he wanted to keep you alive and well.

You sank down on the dirty floor, uncontrollably crying and sobbing now. He just stood there and had to watch. “If you eat…” he started but stopped mid-sentence. Should he really? Oh, fuck it, how bad could it be. “…I’ll let you come to Alexandria for the run this afternoon.”

You carefully looked up into his eyes and tried to understand the words that just left his mouth. “What?”

“You heard me, darling. Eat and you can come.” His plan and motives didn’t matter right now, important was to get you fed and cleaned up. Nothing else had a higher priority.

“You’re just saying that, like you always say things but never mean them!” A few tears dripped down your chin and he tried very hard not to kneel and wipe them away.

“I promise, Y/N.” Normally you wouldn’t give two shits about Negan’s “promises” but something in his voice made you believe him. Could he really mean it? You still sat on the floor when he held his hand out for you to take it. You hesitated at first but decided to take his hand and in one smooth motion, he had you back up on your feet.

“You eat, I’ll explain the rules, ya hear me?” he asked and you nodded. The following hour you fought with the massive amount of food that Negan picked out for you. When you managed to eat half of it, he finally let you go to clean up before you would see your family again.

Usually when Negan brought his wives along, they had to look pretty because he just loved to show them off. Of course, he fidgeted with the thought of you in a tight dress, high heels- showing you off in front of your whiney Daddy. It made him chuckle thinking about Ricks possible reactions. But something held him back. He didn’t want to show you off; sure, he wanted everybody to know that you were his but the dress and heels weren’t really your type. And as unbelievably sexy as you looked, the jeans and shirt you always wore made him just as hard as a tight ass dress.

“Fuck…” he groaned and tried to push the sinful thoughts away. Negan wasn’t stupid. He knew there was a possibility that you hate him forever, that you’d never give him permission to touch you- but something in your eyes reminded him that maybe it wasn’t hate that made you constantly run from him.

A shy knock made his stomach all jumpy. Ah shit, he had it bad for you… “Come in.”

“Hi.” You managed to say and gave him a small smile. Negan bit his tongue when he saw the shorts and the tight top you decided to wear. Your eyes followed him and quickly explained: “My usual pants weren’t dry yet… I had to borrow this from the laundry room…”

“It’s fucking fine.” He chuckled and stood up. “Ready to go?”

You were more than ready and tried to calm your excessively beating heart down- it felt like it would jump straight outta your chest. But something held you back instead of jumping up and down. Negan saw your hesitation and carefully lifted your chin so you would look at him. “Not ready?”

“I-“ you started and tried to swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m just afraid that if I see them again, I don’t want to leave… I wanna stay there.”

“Well…” he sighed deeply and let go of your face. “That is a very likely possibility. You still have to come back with me though, princess.”

You just nodded. Of course, you knew. He would have never allowed you to stay in Alexandria. “Can I-“ you stopped when he turned around, his intense eyes lingering on you “Maybe in the future I could stay there a bit longer than just for a few hours? Like, for a night or so?”

“Y/N…” he warned and you quickly added “Just think about it, okay? No need to decide now.”

“You know I would stay there too for the night, right? Cause I can’t let you out of my sight. You know that?” Your head nodded slowly, unsure what he meant. “So, we would have to share a room, a bed even. You really want that?” Negan’s eyes were serious but you heard the mischievous tone in his voice. When you wouldn’t reply immediately, he started to laugh.

“Oh shit! You’re really thinking about it, aren’t you? You would share a bed with me just so you could stay there a bit longer!” Your cheeks started burning and you looked down. Well, it wasn’t the best option. It was not the worst one as well…

“If that’s what it takes…” you whispered and stared at his lips.

“Hmm…” His smile widened before he said: “Let’s go.” His hand on the small of your back when he guided you out of his room saying: “Let’s talk about it later…”

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