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in-act-ive · 11 months

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The Walking Dead x GN/NB!over stimulated!Reader

This is a two parter! As of right now the second one isn't out!

Request : nope

Type : headcanon

A / N : My tip is always headphones!! I also only did the characters im comfortable with writing about as of right now! If you need more tips always feel free to ask <33

Carl Grimes

He gets it

He also picks up on it really fast

If you're acting at all off he'll come up behind you and cover your ears to block out some of the noise

He likes it when you put your hands over his

If you look like your about to cry he'll take you away from the chaos and get you some place thats calm and you don't need to stress out anymore

He's probably picked up anything he thinks you can mess with while being over stimmed

One of those is definitely a stuffed animal

Carl definitely has had made excuses that embarrass himself just to help you get away

Rick Grimes

He has experience with it due to his son

He's horrible at picking up on it though

Most of the time you have to go up to him and tell him you're over stimulated by everything going on and he'll try his best to help you

Most of the time he'll send you off with Carol or Tara cause he wants to help but he's busy

When you have to be some place with him he has something in his pockets for you to mess with to distract yourself

Rick just tries to make sure you know he does care

When he does have the time he'll take you somewhere you can rest and will stay with you

Unless he gets pulled to work again

He wants to prioritize you, really

He's just a busy man

Daryl Dixon

He does not what he's doing

He just tries to ask you what you need

He picks up on it almost immediately

9 times out of 10 he goes and asks Carol or Rick what he should be doing

He probably just sends you to someone who knows what their doing unlike himself who is an idiot

He has a list of everything you've said / he's been told that helps

He keeps it on him at all times

He's pretty good about disappearing without anyone noticing so if he knows you need to be away from all the chaos he'll take you there

He won't exactly sit with you, he'll pace around instead

Like, he wants to be there for you, yes, and... He's not good with showing that

Abraham Ford

He knows exactly what he's doing

He's probably sat you down to ask what he can do to help you because he really does want to help

He makes sure to have something in his pockets to give to you to fiddle with when you need a distraction

Big hands = covering your ears

He'll run the back of his hand along yours to let him know he knows and is trying to figure out what you need

He picks up on it a bit slower than most but he does

Sometimes he needs Glenn or Tara to point it out to him so he knows for sure

He will get you away without saying a word to anyone else

If anyone asks he'll say " None of your damn business " and walk off with you

If you start crying he'll cup your face in his hands and whipe your tears away with his thumbs

Glenn Rhee

He's got this

He doesn't

He's trying though!

He picks up on it quickly though and lets anyone who he knows cat help you know

Abraham is his first option every time

He's probably the one to drag you away from a crowd and get you some place thats less stimulating then RUN for Abraham

He does want to help but he really doesn't know how

He's usually your second to last option so most of the time when you get to him you're already crying

He's good at comforting crying people

He'll get you some place safe and kiss your knuckles and use his sleeve to whipe yout tears

He's a sweetheart

He doesn't really understand whats going on but he wants to help none the less

He's probably asked you what happens and how you feel so he can imagine what you'd need

Shane Walsh

Bold of you to assume this man knows jack shit

In all fairness he knows some from dealing with Carl for most of the boys life

He's been nominated most likely to send you to anyone but himself

When he does have to help he kinda pats your back and tries to dig through his pockets to find something for you to fiddle with

He kinda seems irritated with you when you bother him about it

Eye rolls every time

He'll cover your ears if you ask nicely

On rare occasions he'll take you somewhere less stimulating

He'll leave you there

Aside from being rude 24/7 he will try and help if he has to

He just doesn't like being helpful

Negan

This man is so helpful

You still don't know why he's like that

Most of the time he picks up on it instantly and will try and help you best he can

He'll sit down with you in front of him facing him and he'll cover your hears, running this thumbs against anywhere they can reach

He likes it when you distract himself by playing with his hair

If you're lucky and you two are close enough he'll pull you into his lap

He'll get everyone to shut up and leave so you can be in a less stimulating environment

He's found and stolen a bunch of things you can mess with when you need too

He always focuses on your breathing, making sure its stable, always

He may act like an ass but he tries to tone it down

He knows how to help and will help anyway you want / need it

Gabriel Stokes

He knows the basic amount of things

Probably asked Rick for help on what to do lets be honest

He didn't want to ask you directly to seem inconsiderate

He tries to avoid you to not make it all worse

It makes it worse

Someone had to tell him that avoiding you made you feel horrible and he felt bad

The amount of times he apologized was exhausting for you

Hr tries to help out a lot better now even if he has no clue really what he's doing

He'll give you something to fiddle with and help you take deep breaths before running to find someone who knows how to help you better

He has stated he wants to help but doesn't know how to nor does he want to be the main person you rely on

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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SOUTH PAW?

carl grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: mentions of character death (Abraham & Glenn), mentions of gore, traumatic events, mentions of amputation, begging, mentions of pregnancy (Maggie's), Negan, unedited work.

A/N: sorry for the long break, i've been so busy with a lot of things but i have a few scrap drafts i might put together and post so i'll try my best to update my queue this week.

a long night of violence is how she could describe it, a long night of tears pouring down everyone's faces as they watched a cruel man bash in two of their friends heads without even such an ounce of mercy for their poor souls in his mind.

the night felt like the eternity but as the sun had risen and the night faded it was still like a fever dream, like this wasn't all real and she was going to have to wake up soon from this nightmare.

except this was all real, Abraham and Glenn's dead bodies with their heads smashed in that was real, all of the blood splattered on y/n's face from the slinging of Negan's bat that was real.

she watched as Rick was tossed back out onto the gravel, his hands reaching to stop himself as he followed the man's forceful orders to get on all fours while he kneeled down to him.

"i'm giving you a choice Rick and this is your grand prize, what you do next will decide whether it becomes just those twos bad day or the rest of these lovely men and women sitting in front of us"

he gestured with his hands for his men to point guns at the back of their heads and y/n could feel the barrel pressed against the back of her head making her swallow harshly.

her knees started to ache from the rocks that pressed against them, the blood of a father figure had dried on her face and she could almost feel like it had been sinking into the pores of her skin.

she felt gross to have the blood on her, she felt sick each time she even looked at the dead man who was next to her, she felt sick knowing his pregnant wife was a sobbing wreck just a few feet away.

and Carl had hated to see her cry with each strike from Negan's bat that pounded into Glenn's head like he wasn't a person but yet just a piece of meat Negan used as his beating ground.

she watched as Negan had approached Carl making her heart sink as he rested his bat against his shoulder and she watched as some of the blood smeared out onto his leather.

he held out a hand to Carl who cocked his head hesitantly as he tried to ignore the gesture but Negan smiled and cleared his throat before speaking up "take my hand kid" he spoke bitterly watching as the teen finally gave in and took the man's hand.

he was stood up and Negan had waved his arm out to the side to where the boy's father rested on the ground, blood on his face, eye bags and his eyes red as his eye were still looking like they had been watering again, like they were on the brim of tears.

he pointed at the spot empty next to his father as Carl took a few steps watching as Negan stood in front of him taking a quite consideration to the gauze over his missing eye.

"you a south paw?" he asked watching as Carl looked clearly confused by a phrase he never heard before and it made Negan re-phrase his question to him, "you a lefty?" he watched as Carl shook his head while Negan pulled out a belt and un-raveled it.

he tied a belt against the boy's arm, "that hurt?" Negan remarked watching as the boy in the hat snapped back a quick 'no' before looking down at the leather tightened on his arm.

"on the ground next to Daddy and don't forget to spread your wings boy" Negan spoke as he watched Carl lay flat on the ground, his head turning in the direction to where he could see y/n and his father.

he could see the terror on his girlfriends face, the fear stuck in her eyes as her palms were flat and sinking into the same gravel the soft flesh of his cheek had now been resting against.

he could hear the crunching of Negan's boots against the rocks, and it stopped once he could see him crouch next to him thanking Simon for the pen that was given to him,

he himself was scared of what he had planned for him, what Negan had planned to do to Carl especially in front of his father and his girlfriend who had more tears pouring down her face.

he marked Carl's arm and apologized in such an sarcastic way that Carl had never even heard a human being sound so derisive in that way, even in the apocalypse.

he could hear his father start to beg as his girlfriend looked down at the ground using the back of her hand to cover up her sniffles, to cover up the rapid breathing spilling out from her.

he could see the harsh way her body rattled as she tried to manage to stay quiet in the fear that someone else would die, in fear that maybe it'd be her or even Carl that'd be next.

the word please was pouring like a continuous river in his head, the word his father kept repeating over and over as he begged Negan to show his son some mercy, to show he himself some mercy.

"don't beg me because i ain't the one doing shit" Negan spoke roughly patting Rick against the back before he gave his next order at the quite obvious traumatized man who was on all fours before him.

"Rick pick up your ax," he paused licking his chapped lips clean before continuing what he wanted Rick to do, "and cut off your son's left arm, now i know you're gonna have to process that for a second and believe me that makes sense so i'll give you a minute"

a loud gasp of air had erupted from y/n's mouth as she closed her eyes at the feeling of the barrel pressing even harder against the back of her head making her lip shake and her eyes flood.

he stood up and rubbed his hands on the denim of his pants watching as Rick's expression turn into now an even stronger pleading one, like it was just the ocean color of his eyes and the quiver of his lip giving off all the true emotion even more than his words that were spilled in such a babble of emotion.

"i am still gonna need you to do it though or all these people are going to die, then Carl dies, then the people back at your home die, and i'm gonna keep you living for a few years just so you can think about the decision you make right now"

Negan looked around at the men and women all lined up, and yet one had the courage to speak up, y/n to be exact only had the courage to speak up because it was her boyfriends life on the line.

"you d-don't have to do t-this, We understand! please we u-understand!" she looked down at her boyfriend who almost had a few tears slipping of his own as he looked at her,

as he looked at the shaking and sobbing mess this man had turned her into, he watched the sorrow tearing through her like a walker who was hungry for flesh.

he seemed to like the fear that ran though all of them, he liked the idea of watching them all tremble while they payed the price of wiping out one of his out posts because something about the pity and the terror gave him power, it gave him control.

"I'm not so sure Rick does. So i'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line i drew out for you! now believe me this is a screwed up thing to ask, trust me i know but it's gonna have to be clean nothing messy so our doctors can fold something over."

he watched Rick tremble as he kneeled and continued to spew out his words, "we have great doctors the kid'll be fine, probably. and Rick we're in a time frame so this needs to happen now or i will crush this fella's head in myself"

"please i can take his place" Rick begged over and over as his throat felt sore and his mouth dry while his eyes ached and his head started to pound at the idea of hurting his son.

"please Negan please" Rick begged again watching as the man ran over some stubble of his beard and shook his head with a 'no' to answer Rick's pleas for it to be him instead.

"this is the only way, not making this decision is a big decision. Do you want to see everyone in front of you die? because if you don't pick up that ax you will, and you will see everything"

Rick cleared his throat as his hands remained planted in the rocks still in a pity of confusion from the whole situation, and now Negan had started to count loudly and once he got to one Rick had his ax raised while Carl was yelling at him to go through with it.

Y/n sobbed into her hands as she could hear her boyfriend cry out for his own father to cut off his arm, and when she could hear the soft chuckle of Negan and the soft gasping of Rick and not even a subtle yell or scream from Carl but yet she still buried her face.

Negan had taken the ax away from Rick's raised arm and he reached up a hand to pull Carl up from the ground, "you answer to me, you provide for me, you belong to me" and Rick nodded his head and agreed to the fact that he had now belonged to Negan and his men.

"see that look is the look i wanted to see! and man we did it, even those dead guys with the smashed in brains get a participation award for sure" he sighed as he tossed his bat over his shoulder.

"i hope for everyone's sake you understand how things work around here, things change and right about now they've changed whatever you had going for you is over, now i'll be back in a week Rick so use the truck i'll leave to gather my shit or someone else dies."

"I can't look, I can't, Carl please"

she mumbled feeling as someone in front of her had tugged on her hands softly, but she still held them against her face in fear she would see other blood being shed that she didn't want to see.

"look at me y/n, look at me"

he spoke finally being able to pull her hands away from her face once she realized that it was Carl and he had both of his arms, he furrowed his brows softly watching as she quivered and couldn't keep her eyes away from the line that he had drawn out onto his arm.

once he and his men had left y/n tried to stand but she could only drop back on her knees as she looked over at the dead man on the ground next to her, she gasped as her knees felt weak.

and it was Carl who lifted her up, it was Carl's arms that wrapped around her while he gave her the comfort of burying her face into the soft fabric of his flannel to shield herself from the damage and the violence that had been done to her friend.

she sobbed so hard that she could feel it shake both of their bodies, Carl stroked over her hair and watched as she shook under his grasp, she shook so hard her body started to wobble.

she couldn't speak because every time she tried to get a word out it was just a rush of tears, a rush of gasps for air, a rush of mutters that weren't even comprehensible to him or her.

her vision seemed blurry and her head was pounding so hard and her heart beat so fast she felt like she was dying, she felt like the world had been slipping away from her finger tips.

the only word that had been able to be heard was a loud gasp of 'no' as she looked at the line still on his arm, the line where Negan wanted Rick to chop off his arm, the line that now told trembling stories.

she squeezed her hand on it so tight that even the belt hadn't cut off that much circulation to his arm, she clung to his shirt as she could hear the sound of someone's shoes crunching against the gravel.

she could hear Maggie's cries and Rick who whispered something to his son who held out onto the shaking y/n, Sasha and Rosita frozen in such a terror and disbelief, Eugene still crying softly, Aaron and Michonne who were sitting in such a pity of silence.

and the two bodies around them.

y/n had slipped to her knees and Carl had let her, he let her bury her face into the ground and he rubbed her back as he tried to stop her from hyper ventilating at the shock around her but it was no use because it felt a ton of bricks were pressing against her chest.

She could feel a second hand on her back and she could tell it was Rick's by the wedding ring that she could feel through the cotton t-shirt she had been wearing,

"oh god, t-that c-could've been y-you" she sputtered out as she still felt like she could feel the specks of blood hitting her cheek with each and every strike from Negan's bat smashing into the pour mans head.

her body ached and it felt like her lungs had now finally collapsed in from the harsh beating her heart had pushed off, her bones ached from all the shaking and her cheeks were sore from the amount of tears that had been poured down them.

"i'm right here y/n, i'm right here" he had dropped to his knees and placed his hat down on the ground, he let his knees sink into the same rocks where the bodies laid.

where Maggie's tears had poured and where they knew the rest of the lives had just changed forever because they got the shit end of a deal they should've never even taken.

"Maggie" she managed to gasp out as she could feel her limp body being lifted up by not just Carl but his father, they had lifted her up so she could be taken to Maggie.

the widow's lungs gasped for air as she looked down at the ground, her knees ached and she felt sick even sicker than before, she could feel the teen reach out and place a soft but shaking hand a top of hers and to which she had finally spoken out.

"you need to go, you need to get everyone out of here Rick" Maggie spoke still sounding so brave, like she was keeping it all together when in reality she was spiraling in her mind.

spiraling at the fact her father, her sister and now her husband the father of her child had been killed in front of her, after they had begged and after they had tried their best to bargain.

"he's our family to, we'll do this together" Rick spoke watching as Maggie sniffled and the still distraught teen next to her had nodded along with the idea as her eyes filled with seeping tears.

"he's right we'll do it t-together because we're all family"

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storywriter12 · 22 days

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How they cuddle you🥰

Rick⬆️

Daryl⬆️

Negan⬆️

Simon⬆️(just imagine hims coming home from a long day)

Glenn⬆️

Paul rovia "Jesus" ⬆️ he will always be away and you will miss him so everytime he comes back you will drop everything and jump into his arms and he will catch you

Abraham ⬆️he likes to hug you from behind he dies this in the mornings when you are making breakfast he woukd sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around you, you will jump "shh it's only me" he would say in your ear and kiss you on the cheek then your neck.

Dwight⬆️

King ezekiel⬆️

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book-place · 7 months

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Idk if anyone knows but in case you don’t I write for TWD if anyone wants to send in any requests :)

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 years

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reader pronouns: she/her “Brace yourself.” “Huh?” Glenn looked up and followed Abraham’s gaze. You were talking to Eugene, who had his head bent and was staring determinedly at his boots, his arms stiff at his sides. “Eugene’s just finding out he’s been friend-zoned,” Abraham drawled, leaning on his shovel for a moment. Glenn wiped at the sweat on his forehead. “How is he just realizing that??” Abraham shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s been about as subtle as a brick to the balls,” he drawled. “Well,” Glenn went on, watching you doing your best to be kind as you let the mullet-ed man down gently, “I guess it isn’t exactly like Daryl and Y/N are flaunting it. They’re certainly not big PDA people...” Abraham glanced over at Glenn. “Those two are damn near inseparable. Not to mention how Daryl lost his shit when she had that bad run-in with those assholes outside the walls the other week. Or when she got all cut up from the barbed wire running from that herd and one of the cuts got infected. Daryl looked worse than she did. Any man could see he’s head-over-heels lovestruck. Ain’t goddamn rocket science.” He returned to his task, gripping the shovel and turning the soil over. Glenn sighed. “Yeah. I guess so. Man, I feel bad for him...” “After Rosita, I think he just had to go somewhere with them feelings,” Abraham said. “Wonder who’ll be next,” Glenn said, picking up his tools again too. Eugene was walking away from you now, staring at the ground and looking like a sad Charlie Brown character. You were watching him go with a sympathetic and vaguely guilty expression. Just then, almost on cue, Daryl was heading toward you and your face absolutely lit up. And so did his. “I don’t know. I just hope it ain’t me,” Abraham joked.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles #abraham ford #glenn rhee #eugene porter

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b3ans0up · 1 year

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What about them negan.

#the walking dead #twd x reader #twd angst #twd glenn #twd Abraham #twd negan #rip glenn and Abraham

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alyssaswrld999 · 9 months

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Why Me?/Masterlist:

Sky Rhee is one of Rick's best fighters at Alexandria. She also is Glenn Rhees sister and she likes to keep to herself most of the time and she's always distant. Sky always looks down upon herself and doesn't think of herself as an important person. Daryl takes a notice to the way she acts about herself.

Chapter 1: Why Did This Happen To Us?

Chapter 2: Ready Spencer?

Chapter 3: Glenn? Abraham? This can't be happening.

Chapter 4: Daryl? (Still writing)

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 2 years

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Glenns lover girl

Gleen's lover girl part 4 of ?

Taglist: @kaitebugg03 21stcenturytaegi

Warnings: Cussing, fighting, weapons, killing, zombies, talks about scars, idk what else.

word count: 3,682. Summary:

Authors note: I do not own the walking dead or any of the characters in the walking dead. Please do not plagiarise my work. I work on my writing and it takes hours to write. Please don't steal my work. You may repost it, but do not change anything about it. And give credit where it's due. Thank you. Go in peace :)

Glenn wakes up holding Y/n in his arms. He takes in the moment of peace. The soft rise and fall of Y/ns chest. The way she mumbles a little in her sleeps, the slight drool on the side of her mouth. He loves moments like this. Where he can admire his girlfriend, the woman he loves. It makes him blush thinking about the three words they swapped last night. He does love her. He loves her with all his heart. He never thought that he would fall in love in the middle of an apocalypse. He loves everything about her. The way she fights for the ones she loves; fights for her family and the ones she cares about. He loves the way she sacrifices for the kids and others in the group.

Glenn looks over her body. Not in a creepy way, but just admiring what's right in front of him. He notices a few scares on her skin. Her shirt road up a little exposing the small of her back. He sees thick welped scars. He wonders where they are from. Who hurt you? He asks himself. He'd kill the son of a bitch himself if he could find who hurt you. I never really paid attention to your scars. He respects your boundaries, he knows the conversation will come up when it needs to be.

Y/n turns over still asleep and cuddles up to him. Unconsciously throwing her arm over Glenn getting as close as she could to him. He smiles to himself even in her sleep she comes to him for comfort.

"I love you." Y/n mumbles in her sleep pecking his arm as she continues to sleep. Glenns heart flutters. He's never had someone love him the way Y/n loves him. He eventually falls back to sleep. The sun wasn't even up when he woke up. He goes back to sleep for a couple hours getting more rest that he needed for the run they were going to do today.

Y/n wakes up before Glenn. She decides to make him and the group breakfast since she was the first to wake in the group. Shane was on watch duty. He had been up all night and had a little while before someone would swap for watch,

Y/n fixes deer sausage and she made some biscuits out of the flour and lard they found at the store the other week. She was happy that she grew up in the woods camping. Happy that she knew how to cook thinks over a fire.

Everyone slowly starts to wake up. The smell of the good smelling food was making everyones stomaches grow from hunger. The smell of the deer sausage and biscuits cooking smelt so good.

"What you cooking girl? Smells good!" Shane says as T-dog takes over watch for him. "Good, Y'all eat up!" Y/n says with a smile on her face.

The group surrounds the fire pit. Each in their selected chairs. Y/n fixes everyone a plate. Each of them getting a piece of sausage and a biscuit. Y/n makes sure everyone has a good serving before she fixes her own plate. Glenn notices that, once again noticing the woman he loves still putting the groups needs before her own. But luckily she has enough food to fill her own stomach.

"Everyone say thank you to miss, Dixon for fixing our amazing breakfast this fine morning." Rick says with a smile on his face. "I think this is the best breakfast I've had since the beginning." Carl says with a smile on his face. "Thank you, baby." Glenn says as he kisses Y/ns cheek. Y/n smiles and nod.

"Y/n, are you going with the group today?" Lori asks just making conversation. Y/n nods as she finishes chewing her food that was in her mouth. "Yeah, if we find that hot head he won't act up as bad if he see's me. At least, that's what I am hoping." Y/n answers with a nod. "Yea, Big old bad Merle ain't as bad when she's around.. Sometimes." Daryl says with a smile on his face. "We better get going. It's going to get hot soon." Rick says as he stands up. "You're going?" Lori asks her husband with big eyes full of worry. "Dad, you just got back." Carl says looking up at his father. "I know, but it's my responsiblity. I am the one that cuffed him to that roof. I should be the one to help him get off of it.. If not.." He leads off. The group nods silently understanding what Rick means.

The group that is going to go find Merle gets ready to go. Y/n sits quietly sharpening her hatchet, waiting for the others to be ready to go for sure. "You ready?" Daryl asks. Y/n nods putting her hatchet in its sheath. "Let's go get our asshat of a brother." Daryl streches out a hand to help her stand up off the ground.

Rick walks over to where Dale was working on the Rv. "Rumor is you have bolt cutters." Rick says to Dale as he leans on the truck. "Maybe." Dale response as he wipes his hands on the red rag. "Yeah, we get to that roof, though, we'll need to cut that chain and the handcuffs." T-dog says looking at the two. "I never liked lending tools. The last time I did.. And yes, I am talking about you.. Let's ust say your bag of guns wasn't the only bag that was dropped. My tools got left behind with merle."

"I'll get your tool bag if you will loan us the bolt cutters, you have my word." Y/n says as she looks at Dale. "Look we are wasting time to find my brother. Either you give us the damn bolt cutters or we have to find some while were out." She continues after she gets inpatient. "Sounds like a gamble." Dale says. Y/n rolls her eyes looking around for where the bolt cutters were. "We'll be back." Y/n says kinda agressively. Tired of Dale dragging his feet. "In return I want to strip that van. We need the radiator hose out of it." Dale 'sweetens' the deal. "You can strip it to the bare metal." Rick agrees. Daryl lays down on the horn. "Come on, let's go!"

Shane stops rick. "Rick." Shane says as he walks up to him. "Hey man, got any rounds in the python?" "No." He deadpan answers. "Last time we were on the gun range, I'm sure I would wound up with a few loose rounds of yours." Shane says.

"You and that bag.. like the bottom of an old lady's purse." Rick laughs. "I hate that you're doing this, man. I think that it's foolish and reckless. But if you're gonna go, you're taking the bullets." Shane tells his best friend and partner. "Not sure I'd want to fire a shot in the city, not after what happened last time." "That's up to you. Well… Four men, four rounds. What are the odds, huh? Well, let's just hope four is your lucky number, okay?" Shane tells rick handing him the four bullets. "Thank you." And with that they leave off to find Merle.

The group that is going to go find Merle gets ready to go. Y/n sits quietly sharpening her large hunting knife. "You ready?" Daryl asks. Y/n nods putting her knife in its sheath. "Let's go get our asshat of a brother." Daryl streches out a hand to help her stand up off the ground.

The group going on the run gets their stuff together putting it in the box truck that they were going to take to the city. It was getting hot already, Y/n thinks to herself. If merle hasn't got himself off that roof he probably be severly dehydrated and probably damn near a heat stroke.

In Atlanta, they arrive outside the city limits.

"He'd better be okay." Daryl tells Rick glaring at him. Y/n agrees 100%. She is upset about her brother. She had a hard time to fall asleep last night. Just worried about her brother. "It's my only word on the matter. I told you the geeks can't get at him. The only thing that's gonna get through that door is us." T-dog really does feel bad for what happened, he's not a cold hearted person.

Glenn stops the truck, "We walk from here." They get out the truck and starts walking along the railroad tracks.

The men cut through a fence. "Merle first or guns?" Rick asks. Y/n looks over at him shocked. Are we really questioning which to get first? If that was carl on a roof hanf cuffed he would go get his son first. Y/n huffs out of flusteration because if not the inner Merle would come out, cussing like a piss ant.

"Merle! we ain't even having this conversation. " Daryl says for him and his sister. Y/n nods eagerly. "We are. You know the geography. it's your call."

"That's our brother. If that was your son on the roof you would get him first no matter what." Y/n says looking into at the blue eyed sherriff. Rick wasn't talking to Y/n. She knows that, but she was going to put her imput into the conversation.

"Merle's closest. The guns would mean doubling back. Merle first." Glenn explains. They nod following Glenn to where they needed to go.

In the department building, the group finds A walker inside the store. Daryl easily kills it with a bolt through the head. "Damn, you are one ugly skank." Y/n snorts at her brother shaking her head with a smile. Daryl leans down grabbing the bolt out of her eye. They go through the store towards the stair case that lead to the roof. T-dog cuts through the chain and padlock and they enter to the roof.

"Merle! Merle!" Y/n and Daryl yell for their brother. Y/n holds her knife up waiting for any type of danger around the roof. "Merle!" Y/n calls. "No!" Y/n hears her brother cry thinking for the worst.

Y/n walks over to her brother and sobs along with her brother. The handcuff was empty and there lied her eldest brothers hand, lying on the ground. The group stares at Merles secered hand. Daryl turns quickly, pointing his crossbow on T-dog to kill him, but Rick pulls out his Python.

"I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears." That triggers Y/n she reaches for her gun and points it at Rick temple. The safety off ready to fire. "I suggest you put that gun down. I don't care if every damn walker in the city hears." She uses his own words against him. "DO IT!" Y/n raises her voice. "Drop the damn gun, Rick. That's my brother. He might be my last living relative. The last of my blood." Y/n cries. Tears daring to run down her face. Rick nods putting down his gun. Daryl does the same lowering his crossbow. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Y/n fusses at Daryl pushing him back. "We need this group, asshole. We are going to find Merle. And when we do then we can deal with the shit. Before hand we are looking for our brother. Okay? Not fighting our group." Y/n tells her brother. Holstering her gun.

"Anybody got a do-rag or something?" daryl asks the group. T-dog hands him one and Daryl picks up Merle's hand that is already decaying. "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch." He folds the hand into the do-rag and places it inside Glenns bag.

"He must've used a tourniquet.. Maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't." Y/n points out following the drips of blood. The group follows the drops of blood, T-dog picked up the tools on the roof remembering it for Dales sake.

"Merle you in here?" Daryl calls out him and Y/n guns at the ready. Merle wasn't there and the group walks down the stairs. There was a walker in an office. Daryl easily kills it with his crossbow and Y/n pulls the bolt out since she was closest to it. "Are these the bolts I got you for christmas last year?" Y/n asks with a smile on her face. Daryl nods, "I was saving them not wanting to lose any, but I figured the apocolypse is the best time to uses 'em." Daryl explained.

The group follows in and the coast is clear. "Had enough in him to take these two sumbitches out." Y/n points out. "One handed. Toughest asshole I ever met, our brother. He'd crap out nails." Daryl adds. "Any man can pass out from blood lost, no matter how tough he is." Rick tells the two siblings. Y/n nods understand what Rick was saying. Y/n doesn't think Rick believes Merle made it. Glenn gives her a sypmothatic smile. Y/n gives a tight lipped smile back to him and nods.

We continue looking for Merle. Where did the son of a bitch go? How far could he have gotten?

"Merle!" Daryl calls out for him. Y/n whinces. "We're not alone, don't forget that bro." Y/n says as she thinks about the unalive people walking amuck. "Screw that. He could be bleeding out." Y/n nods understanding her brother, but she wants to live to see another day. Not die with her group the people she has learned to love and watch them die from a city size herd of walkers.

We come upon a kitchen where a stove is still lighted. They find Merle's belt sitting on the top of it, "What's that burned stuff?" Y/n asked pointing down at the chared thing. "Skin. He cauterized the stump." Rick explains. Y/n and Glenn both cringe.

"Told you he was tough. Nobody can kill Merle, but Merle." Daryl says confidently. Y/n hopes his confidence is true. She doesn't want to lose her brother. "Don't take that on faith. He lost a lot of blood." Rick says. Y/n wants to be upset, but she didn't want to get upset in front of the group. She know there is a chance that Merle is gone, dead. She would rather not think that, but she always has that in the back of her head. That way she is somewhat guarded up so the blow ain't as bad once it finally hits.

The group walked up to a smashed window and they realize that Merle had left. "Yeah? Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." Daryl says pointing to the smashed window in front of them.

"Why wouldn't he? He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving." Daryl says. "You call that surviving? Just wanderin' out in the streets, maybe passin' out? What are his odds out there?" T-dog asks.

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks. You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard." Daryl spits at T-dog. "What about 1,000 dead bastards? Diffrent story?" Rick asks Daryl. Y/n turns away from them trying to rack her brain on where he brother could've gone. Glenn walks over to Y/n pulling her into his arms.

"It's going to be okay. We will eventually find him. Whether it's now or a year from now. We will find your brother." He gives a blind promise. Y/n nods.

"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get 'im." Rick doesn't let Daryl leave. "Daryl wait." Rick says as grabbed his shoulder. "Get your hands off me man! You can't stop me!" Daryl says as he jerks away from Rick.

"I don't blame you. He's y'alls family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how y'all are feeling. He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around. But if only we keep a level head." Rick says. "I could do that." Daryl agrees.

"Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?" T-dog says looking at the group.

The group moves into a diffrent room. Going in there to try to come up with an idea. Glenn takes a marker drawing out a map.

"You're not doing this alone." Rick tells Glenn. Daryl agreed, "Even I think it's a bad idea. And I don't really like you." Daryl respects Glenn, but with Merle being left on the roof really took away brownie points.

"It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast." Y/n shakes her head not wanting him to go alone. He draws a map of the street on the ground and marks the tank and the bag of guns.

"Look, that's the tank. Five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl and I will go." "Why me?" Daryl asks. "Your crossbow is quieter than his gun. While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag."

"You got us else where?" Rick asks Glenn. Glenn points down the street. "You, T-dog, and Y/n, right. You'll be in this alley here." He points placing three erasers there holding their place. "Two blocks away? Why?" Y/n asks her boyfriend. "I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me.

"Hey, Kid. What's you do before all this?" Daryl asks Glenn. He notcied how good Glenn was at coming up with plans and things like that. Slowly Glenn was warming up on Daryl. "Delivered Pizzas. Why?" They didn't say anything they just went outside to where they need to be for the plan to work.

Glenn & Daryl craw down the ladder and run down the alley way. Rick, Y/n and T-dog head down the other alley two blocks down.

Daryl loads his crossbow ready to protect them.

"You got sum balls for a Chinaman." Daryl told Glenn. "I'm korean." Glenn says. "Whatever."

Glenn runs down the street, several walkers notices him , but they just start walking towards him. Not getting agressive to chase him yet.

Daryl waits behind a trashcan as a young man of Mexican descent walks down the alley. Daryl spots him and points his crossbow at him.

"Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?" The boy gets startled. "I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You seen him?" Daryl asks the young mexican boy. "Ayudame!" They boy yells out. "Shut up! You're gonna bring the geeks down on us. Answer me."

Glenn sees the wakers start to converge on him as he grabs the bag o guns and Rick's sherriff's hat. Then he starts to run back down the street he came from.

"Answer me." Daryl says again pointing his crossbow at the boy. "Ayudame! Ayudame! Ayudame!" Y/n is the first to hear the yelling and just darts off to it. T-dog and Rick here the yelling for help and follow Y/n over to Glenn and Daryl's alley.

"Help Help!" The boy screams. "SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP!" Daryl hushes the boy. Scared walkers were going to find them.

Two other Mexicans also come down the alley and they start to beat up Daryl. Glenn comes back with the guns and sees what's happening. Y/n rounds the corner by then and sees what's happening. Y/n starts to run towards her brother making sure he was okay. Y/n looks up as one of them start yelling, "That's it. That's the bag take it! Take it!" Daryl shoots one of them in the ass with his crossbow. The man cries out as he lips over to the car. "Get off me! Get off me! Y/n! Daryl!" Y/n throw one of her knives at them hitting his back. Y/n continues running trying to get Glenn from them.

One of them men grab Y/n and leaves Glenn. Taking her since she caused more damage. A car pulls up and they start to back up. One of the walkers is crushed by one of the Mexicans. With no guns, but now Y/n as a hostage, the group flees leaving Miguel behind as well.

"Come back here, you sumbitches!" Daryl yells. Daryl grabs the gate and shuts it before the walkers can get at them. Rick and T-dog arrive to see what happened.

"Whoa, whoa. Stop it." Rick tells Daryl. "I'm gonna kick your nuts up in your throat." Daryl yells at the boy, Miguel. "Let me go." Miguel cries. T-dog shook his hea, "Chill out." He tells Miguel. "They took Y/n. They took Glenn first, but Y/n caught up with them and they switched him out. Why did they take her? That little bastard and his lil bastard homie friends. I'm gonna stomp your ass!" Daryl yells stomping over towards Miguel. "Guys! Guys! We're cut off. " Glenn says looking around. "Get to the lab. Go." Rick says. Rick picks up the bag of guns and his hat and the group runs back into the building.

end of part 4! to be continued.

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darlingdaryldixon · 11 months

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Hello!

I started re-watching The walking Dead and I want to start writing for the Characters!

Send some prompts or requests and we’ll see how this goes!

#twd imagines #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixion x reader #shane walsh x reader #glenn rhee x reader #merle dixon #abraham ford #negan x reader

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celtic-crossbow · 6 months

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Maggie: I put the pun in punishment.

Abraham: I put the top in unstoppable.

Glenn: I put the cute in execute.

Rosita: I put the ass in class.

Y/N: Daryl put the D in me.

Daryl, swiftly walking away: I put the go in gone.

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crazylilad · 10 months

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Red- Chapter 18

AN: Just an Fyi, this is a TWD fanfiction, meaning there are a lot of TWs, including loads of violence (of all kinds)

No smut!

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SUMMARY

I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me.

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself.

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going.

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close.

But this was only the start

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Chapter 18

Rossary

Matthew bumped my shoulder, wincing as he tried to smile at me. I frowned as I looked at the damage Merle had left. Despite Matthew’s constant reassurance that he was okay, Merle had definitely done a number on him.

It was a shock to see Matthew so beat up. The only other time I could remember Matthew even having a black eye was when we were still with William, hell even when on the run from that asshole Matthew was never someone I worried about. Now, as he lugged the group’s stuff to a car, I worried his concussion would cause him to keel over on the floor.

I walked over to the tucson and placed our packs in the back. I hugged my best friend. “If anything happens-”

“I should be saying this to you, bunny.” Matthew said. I scowled.

Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, and I were staying behind to defend the prison against The Governor. There was no way of knowing how today was going to go, but I knew no matter what happened I would be okay. Still, even though Matthew could protect himself, it felt like it was my job to make sure he was okay.

I swallowed down my worry and offered Matthew a small smile.

Carl walked past us, ignoring everyone with an angry look on his face.

I frowned. “We’ll be okay.”

“Always are.” he tsked. Matthew pat my shoulder and walked away.

“Hey,” I turned around to find Rick. He stopped when he was in front of me. “I know what I did was wrong, and you can hate me-”

“I don’t…I get it, really. I am glad Michonne is okay though, what you were going to do…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence. Rick shifted on his feet, looking more guilty by the second. “People fuck up, some just fuck up a whole lot.”

He looked away and smirked. “Are we good?”

I nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.” I pat his shoulder as I walk off.

Daryl sat in front of his bike, tweaking a few things. I waved at him, giving him a tight-lipped smile. We didn’t have a lot of time to talk this morning before we were put to work by the group. I couldn’t get the night before out of my head, from the hug to eating next to Daryl late at night- We had done those things before, but this felt more intimate than ever before. I shook off the thought. I needed to stop thinking about it.

Daryl nodded, understanding I was trying to comfort him. I pulled him up off the ground, keeping his hand in mine.

“We should start drinking after all this.” I said, nodding my head.

Daryl snorted. “We’re gonna need a lot more than alcohol.”

…

I held the AK in my hand and stayed next to Maggie. She gripped my hand tightly. I smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go and getting in position. It felt nice to be fighting a large group again; I couldn’t explain the rush of adrenaline that bought me enjoying a fight every once in a while.

One of the Governor’s trucks drove into the spikes, the tires popping. The sound of gunshots made my ears ring as I watched the large group of men and women shoot up the prison.

They rammed through the gate, breaking one of our defenses. There were about twenty of them and each had a gun and enough ammo to wipe us out tenfold.

The group scattered across the courtyard. I watched as they took in the barren area. It looked like a ghost-town, like no one had been here in a long time. I chewed on my lip and kept an eye on Maggie and Glenn.

The cell block door opened with a loud creak. I tensed. Rick, Daryl, and Michonne were hiding in the prison.

I nodded once when I knew they were both okay. Maggie squeezed my hand once more before I moved away, quietly walking through a part of the prison and toward my spot. Glenn was across from Maggie, me across from them so we covered every area. My spot was more open, with less cover, but it would do.

I smiled, a bittersweet feeling falling over me as I thought about all the blind spots in the prison.

If all went south, I was meant to stay alive long enough to provide cover fire for the rest of the group. I was the best choice considering the amount of experience I had with fighting alone, besides if anything happened, I could leave the prison and lead the Governor away then meet up with everyone else.

An alarm started going off, the loud blaring deafening me. I kept my eyes focused on the cell block door and adjusted my grip on my gun.

The Governor’s group ran out and hid behind filing cabinets for cover.

I shot a few times at their feet, herding them toward Glenn and Maggie. The two shot at them as well, managing to keep the group going toward the gate. I smiled as I watched the group scurry away like rats.

I shot at one of the men who was aiming for my people and watched as he fell to the ground, his fellow comrades helping him up.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat.

The truck started and I looked up just in time to see them driving away. I sat up higher, a smile appearing on my face. Even though it was over, it didn’t feel like it should be this easy.

“We did it?” I heard Maggie scream.

“We did it.” Glenn responded. “Come on down.”

I didn’t move from my spot as I looked at our group as they all began to make their way into the courtyard, smirking. Maggie stepped in front of me and put her hand out. “We’re alive.” she laughed, a joyous smile on her face which I returned.. She pulled me into a tight hug.

“We did it. We drove them out.” Rick said once we joined them.

I bumped Daryl’s elbow with my own. The gruff redneck smiled down at me, a soft look in his eyes that was quickly shielded away.

“We should go after them.” Michonne said. Daryl agreed.

“It’s finished. Didn’t you see them hightail it out of here?” Maggie argued.

They continued to argue about what to do, everyone looking at Rick to decide. The cop looked over the field that was now filled with dead bodies. He was still greiving over Lori and it seemed like he wasn’t in the right mindset to make decisions right now.

I shook my head and took charge. “No, they’re right. We can’t live like this.”

Maggie turned to me. “So we take the fight to Woodbury. We barely made it back this time.”

Daryl scoffed. “I don’t care.”

I nodded along with Daryl. “We go and we finish this off, then we don’t ever have to worry about them again. That’s a better decision than sitting here while they get stronger.” Maggie and Glenn shared a look that showed their disagreement. I shook my head and said, “We’ll leave when everyone else is ready.”

I followed Daryl as he began to walk back torward the prison. The prison door slammed behind us.

Daryl watched me, a question in his eyes as I paced the prison cafeteria. I couldn’t stop moving, not right now. Not until it was done.

Matthew walked toward me quickly, wrapping me in his arms. I pulled away after a moment.

“I’m going to Woodbury.” I said quietly.

Matthew shook his head. “I can go instead.” But I was already shaking my head.

“No, your leg is still healing…” I looked down at my hands. “This is something I need to do…” It wasn’t just because of my own selfish reasons, but I wanted to get back at the Governor for the pain he had caused this group -the pain that Daryl had to go through.

Matthew nodded slowly. “Carl killed someone.” My eyes widened in shock. Matthew’s voice was so low no one else could hear, but it felt like I was just hit with a boulder. Carl was a kid. He continued, “He didn’t have to, but… Yeah, I’m gonna stay here, teach the kid how to play soccer or something.”

I swallowed away my shock and smiled at him, promising to join him when I got back. He walked into the cellblock with Carl behind him.

Daryl watched me with a look I couldn’t decipher. I waved awkwardly at him, a small smile on my face.

He looked away and I could have sworn his cheeks were pink.

…

Daryl put his feet on the road as he slowed down. I tightened my grip until the kickstand was down. It had taken an awful lot of convincing for me to ride on this death machine.

My nose scrunched as the smell of rotten bodies hit me. I took out my hunting knife and killed a walker. Michonne killed the other with her katana and Daryl shot another. I walked behind them, staring at the people.

Daryl flinched away when something banged on the door behind him. My gun was out in a flash and pointed at a girl in the truck.

I nodded once to Daryl and he opened the door.

Rick pat her down. When he was done I helped her up.

“He killed them all.” she said, her voice trembling in shock. It was obvious, but she was in shock and obviously didn’t know what else to say. I looked down at my hand the girl was still squeezing tightly. Slowly, I let go of her hand and rubbed my hand on my pants.

“He kept you alive?” Michonne asked.

The girl’s eyes widened. “I hid under one of their bodies until he left. He didn’t even know I was there.” I bit my lip. She wasn’t lying. Daryl met my gaze and nodded slightly.

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice soft as I took in the girl. She definitely wasn’t a fighter.

“Karen,” she said.

…

I walked behind the group, keeping my eyes out for any surprises. There was no sign that the Governor had been here. I turned around when a glass pot shattered.

I shot at Woodbury’s walls before ducking behind a car next to Michonne and Rick.

“Tyreese!” Karen yelled. I scowled and moved to grab her but I was too late. She stood up. “It’s me! Don’t-”

Rick pulled her down. “Stay down!”

I really wasn’t enjoying this new girl.

There was a moment of silence before a man yelled. “Karen! Karen, are you okay?”

I glanced at Daryl, who had a gun pointed at the wall. I followed suit. Karen shoved away from Rick and stood up. “I’m fine!”

“Where’s The Governor?” the man asked.

“He fired on everyone. He killed them all!”

No one spoke, a tense silence suffocating us all. I could understand the feeling of being betrayed by someone who was supposed to protect you and your family all too well and found myself sympathizing with those on the wall.

“Why are you with them?” the man finally asked.

“They saved me.” Karen said. She looked over to me, a look of gratefulness on her face. I gave her a slight nod.

Rick looked at Karen then the rest of us. “We’re coming out.” he said. My eyes widened.

I clenched my teeth but stood up when Rick did. Daryl and Michonne hesitated. I looked at the two and nodded. Despite making bad choices sometimes, Rick knew what he was doing.

For the most part.

“We’re coming out.” Rick said again.

Daryl held his gun up. He looked over at me before scoffing and holding it up. Although, even I noticed how he stood in front of the rest of us, as if making himself the target.

Woodbury’s gate opened and a black man and woman stepped out. I eyed the two of them, immediately realizing they were siblings, maybe even twins. “What are you doing here?” the man asked. He was a lot bigger than any of us and if all went south he was who I would need to keep an eye on.

“We were coming here to finish this, until we saw what The Governor did.”

The man’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the girl who was more dangerous instead. “He- he killed them?”

Rick nodded solemnly. “Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it…” The sibling’s eyes widened. “She might be here,” Rick continued.

Apparently that was enough to convince them. The siblings stepped out of the way and let us in.

…

“This is where he had Glenn and Maggie.” Rick told Tyreese and Sasha.

“The Governor held people here?” Tyreese asked, shocked.

Daryl nodded. “He did more than hold ‘em.”

I stared at the back of his head briefly before pointing my AK toward a door. Daryl glanced at me as a thumping continued. Rick and Michonne stood next to the door, sharing a look.

Michonne pulled out her katana. “Will you open it?” she asked Rick.

Daryl took a small step back so our shoulders were touching. I kept my eyes open and looked around, not wanting to be ambushed.

When the door opened, I could see The Governor's advisor, Milton, lying dead on the floor. I frowned.

“Andrea!” Michonne yelled.

I looked down to see the blonde on the floor. “I tried to stop them.” she said, her voice broken.

“You’re burning up.” Michonne said in a hoarse voice.

Andrea looked down. She looked broken. Andrea pulled at her shirt weakly, showing us the bite on her shoulder. I took a sharp breath in. “Judith, Carl, the rest of them-”

“Us,” Rick said. “The rest of us.” Andrea’s voice broke. “Are they alive?”

Rick looked over to Daryl and I. “Yeah, they’re alive.”

“It’s good you found them,” Andrea said as she looked at Michonne. She turned toward me, a sad smile on her face. “And I’m glad you made your way back to them.”

I gave her a short nod. I didn’t know her, hell I had only had one conversation with her, but damn she didn’t deserve this.

“No one can make it alone now.” Andrea said to me softly.

Daryl’s hand brushed mine gently. “I never could.”

I looked away, not able to look at Andrea’s face. She looked so broken, so… lost. “I just didn’t want anyone else to die,” I thought of Merle, of everyone who had been hurt because of this. I bit my lip. “I can do it myself.” Andrea said.

“No.” Michonne was quick to respond, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend.

“I have to,” Andrea said.”While I still can.” she turned toward Rick, tears in her eyes. “I know how the safety works.”

As Rick handed Andrea his gun, Daryl and I walked out the room. I hadn’t known Andrea that well, but she didn’t deserve this.

I stood next to Daryl, my arms limp at my sides. “I tried,” I heard Andrea whisper.

Rick came out, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes and swallowed before taking hold of Daryl’s hand. It wasn’t hard to realize it could have been any one else in that room, that Andrea sacrificed her life so we could survive even if she didn’t know.

He squeezed it once and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

I clenched my teeth when the gun went off.

…

Daryl

Rossary didn’t drop my hand. When we got Woodbury people on the buses, she stood by my side. When the people seemed scared or the kids didn’t know what happened to their parents Rossary was right there to give out hugs and reassuring smiles. She didn’t think she was good at comforting people, but the girl knew how to make people feel like they were welcome.

I knew she was rich before all this, that her parents were political figures. Hell, when she ran from home it was all the news spoke about for two weeks. The name Rossary Evans was all over, even the people Merle sold drugs to spoke about her.

I looked over at the girl that I had become so infatuated with and wondered what had caused her to cut her family off and make herself look like the bad guy, if only to leave fame behind.

She was good at taking care of others, making sure everyone was okay. She was a leader through and through.

When the people were settled and Rossary got on my bike I could feel her shaking.

I squeezed her hands before starting the bike and heading back to the prison.

Rossary leaned her cheek on my back. We would survive this. We could live. I focused on Rossary and driving. She would survive this a lot longer than anyone else. The more I thought of it, the more I knew I was right. She would be the last man standing.

Rossary

I helped the newcomers get situated, promising them clean rooms in a few days. There were some untrustworthy stares, there were some men that stayed with the elderly and children that looked like they were ready to protect them all.

My hand touched my knife, the black leather touching my rough skin.

“Hey,” Daryl touched my forearm lightly. “Come ‘ere for a second.” He led me away and back to our cell block and up to his room. It was right next to mine now, instead of on the balcony.

He walked into his room and began digging through a bag. I leaned against the wall and smiled as I watched him, my cheeks hot.

Daryl turned and scowled at me. “Stop.” he grumbled.

I let out a soft laugh as I tried to lose my smile. It only grew when he showed me a bracelet made out of leather. On the top, an angel wing sat, wrapped to the leather by a few intricate knots.

It was handmade.

“It ain’t nothing special, just somethin’ I found on a run and thought you might like it.” he said.

I snorted. It was very obvious he made it.

“Thank you, Daryl.” I pulled him into a hug, ignoring his tense muscles. He relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me gently.

He gave good hugs.

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