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ftwdb · 5 months

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Don't Say Go

Chapter 4

Summary: Soulmates find each other through what is known as The Pull. A sense within a persons body that their soulmate is within reach that guides them to find them. You find yourself following this Pull, guided by vague dreams of a man you can't quite see, until you collapse in the wild and are found by Troy, your soulmate, who has been following the same feeling toward you for days.

Once connected soulmates are able to share emotions through their bond, as well as being able to sense where the other is. But how this force works is very much a mystery still, it can vary from soulmate to soulmate, and just sometimes a connection too deep can lead twist a bond from something beautiful to, well...

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut.

Warnings: threat of assault

Even in your exhausted state your body was still used to waking up at sunrise. The horizon was a pale pink hue when you slid from the bed soundlessly. The woman who had fallen asleep during the night was still in her chair, slumped over and breathing loudly as you began to search the tent for your belongings.

Your bag was hanging at the end of your bed with your boots neatly tucked beside it. You shook them out before you pulled them on and checked your backpack.

Your notebook was missing.

You scrambled, searching the sheets and surrounding area. Eventually you accepted it had been lost or taken and you couldn’t waste time trying to find it if you wanted to leave quietly.

The thought made the feeling in your chest ache and throb. Resentfully you told it to quiet down. You’d imagined what it would be like to experience the Pull and find your soulmate since you were a child, and this… this was not what you had pictured. Having to make a silent getaway to escape the man who was supposedly your equal half. It was nothing like what you’d seen growing up; your parents had found each other young and lived their lives happily and still deeply in love right up until their final moments, clinging to each other as they told you to run, to escape the dead and the encroaching fire…

You pushed all memories of your family away as you pulled your bag over your shoulder, now heavy with the stolen medical supplies, dried food and a few bottles of water. It was the best you could find within the tent.

Your map was still in your bag but of course you’d been unconscious when you'd been found. You had no idea where you were but you guessed if the Pull had you heading east from the city then if you made your way west you’d eventually reach the coast. You could find shelter there, fish for food. The fires would have been long burned out by now and hopefully it meant most of the dead were also gone.

You cautiously made your way from the tent and paused as you took in, well, everything.

Ever since San Diego had been bombed and you’d lost everyone and everything you’d ever known you hadn’t seen another soul, unless you counted the dead. Which, you'd decided, you did not.

Now you could see tents and caravans spread out in the fields. In the distance a large house presided over everything and you just knew that was where he was. If you weren’t mistaken you could see a herd of cattle in one direction, horses in another. You were on a farm?

For a split second you reconsidered leaving. The place looked secure. It looked like something familiar, something safe. A place that could be a home.

The memory of Troy turning his back on you, his voice as he told you that you should not have come…

You shook all thoughts of staying from your head, made sure the rising sun was at your back, and started walking. You ignored the hunger in your stomach. Once you’d put some distance between you and this place you’d stop and eat the stolen supplies. For now you just needed to keep going.

You ducked amongst the caravans, taking shelter where you could once you noticed the uniformed men walking the perimeter of the fence. Of course they’d have a guard, you thought. A place like this would need protection.

You wondered if anyone would even care if you left, but just in case you remained determined to slip away undetected. The humiliation of explaining that you couldn’t stand to see the empty look your soulmate had for you was too much to think about. You’d have been met with pity, maybe even scorn. Women were always judged more harshly then men if their matches didn’t work out, as if there was some fundamental fault within them which made them, for lack of a better word, unlovable.

You managed to reach the fence and slip through, keeping low to the ground as you moved toward a gathering of trees. The air was cool on your cheeks and your body still aching and sore, but you were sure of your decision. You pretended the sharp pain in your chest and the difficulty in catching your breath were simply no more than your weary body complaining as you ducked into the shelter of the trees, straightened your body, and began walking.

You didn’t look back.

After many hours you’d split the dried food and water into rations, examining the map and trying to work out your location as best you could while you rested, before setting out once more. You knew you needed to find somewhere to gather a change on clothes, especially your damn boots which were close to falling off your feet. Even some duct tape would do the job.

By the time the sun had begun to fall you thought you saw something promising looming in the distance. As you quickened your pace your heart leapt. There was definitely shelter ahead, a barn that had seen better days and a small house. The area was surrounded by a wire fence that was easy enough to climb over once you’d spent at least twenty minutes laying on your stomach in the long grass, checking for signs of life inside.

You didn’t want to receive a face-full of lead by being mistaken for an intruder, nor did you want to ask for help from whoever might be inside if they were less than friendly. After you’d determined the place abandoned you carefully walked the perimeter of the empty barn before peering through the gaps in boarded up windows.

There was no light from inside, no signs of movement. You tapped on the window and waited.

Nothing.

Your feet were light on the slightly rotten wooden steps that led to the front door. Nervously, and suddenly wishing you’d picked up something to use as weapon, you tried to door handle. It was stiff but opened with a loud groan. You shuddered, thinking of every scary movie you’d ever seen that started with a heroine walking alone into a creepy, abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere.

“Hello?” you called into the darkness, “If there are any crazed, masked serial killers in here… please don’t come out…”

The silence remained and you closed the door behind you. The house was only spread over one floor and it didn’t take long to check it out. The main living area was attached to a small kitchen which smelled as if something had recently died. You avoided opening the refrigerator and the oven but checked the cupboards for food. There were a few questionable tins, and thankfully a tin opener and some rusty looking knives in a drawer. You picked up the sturdiest looking knife and dropped the rest into your bag, deciding to save them for breakfast the next day.

Once you were sure the house was empty you made sure to block the doors and check that the windows were secure. You pulled the sheets from the single bedroom and decided to spent the night on the couch, hoping it wasn’t flea infested. Although there was no reason not to use the bedroom you just found sleeping in a strangers bed too strange.

You kept your bag close, curled yourself up on the couch and closed your eyes before quickly falling asleep. As you did you hoped your rest would be free of dreams as your fist pressed itself against your aching chest, which was harder to ignore now you didn’t have anything to distract yourself with.

Your wish was granted as you managed a few hours of deep slumber before something began to rouse you, some sound you knew was familiar but couldn’t quite place…

It was a creaking, like when your mother tried to walk the stairs at night without waking anyone on the old floorboards. You frowned in your sleep and muttered, annoyed. Why was she walking around so late? It was barely morning…

Your eyes flew open as the sound came again, accompanied by the image of your mother’s bloodstained face.

The noise, it couldn’t be her.

She was long dead.

It took a moment to adjust to the darkness, to remember where you were. Just as you did a great pounding sound came from the door, followed by angry voices.

You grabbed your back and dived behind the couch, holding your breath as your heart began to race. The knife was already in your hand but from the sounds of the arguing outside there were at least two of them. Your best bet was to sneak away unseen rather than risk confronting them.

There was a pause, a second of silence in which you hoped whoever was outside would give up and leave before the door crashed open and a figure appeared, filling the doorway.

“Told ya it just needed a man’s touch,” he said smugly.

Another shorter but stocky man appeared over his shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up Derek and check for dead.”

You couldn’t take a breath even if you tried as torchlight beamed across the room. You shrunk back, trying to make yourself as small as possible as footsteps drew closer.

“You check out that way,” the man called Derek said, “see if there’s anythin’ worth takin’.”

A wave of naseau came over you as the thrumming your chest began to vibrate horribly. For some reason it was like a voice in your head, whispering.

Danger. Danger.

“No shit!” You snapped back at it silently.

You would not make the same mistake you had before, just a few days after your parents had died and you’d been completely alone before stumbling across a man and his son - about your age - who’d also lost everything in the bombings. You’d asked for help, believed them when they’d led you to ‘a safe place’.

That was when you’d first learned that the dead were not the worst monsters out there. At least you knew exactly what they wanted from you if you stumbled into their path.

The sound of the other man’s footsteps faded as he headed into the kitchen. Derek was walking slowly further into the room, kicking aside a fallen stool so it bounced off the couch and made you jump.

Your hands clenched on the knife when Derek’s footsteps froze.

You knew if you didn’t move soon his companion would see you crouched on the ground when he came back from the kitchen, and the door was still wide open, moonlight streaming in with the sounds of the night.

Cupboards being torn open echoed into the room, it wouldn’t take long at all for him to realise it was empty… you had no choice.

You braced yourself, turning toward the door-

A hand reached over the couch, grabbing you by your hair and pulling you up and over. You screamed and slashed out with the knife, catching skin but not with enough force for the blunt blade to do much damage. Derek dropped you onto the couch and repaid you with a sharp blow to the face, leaving your head spinning as it snapped back against the cushion.

His friend came running at the noise and you could make out the ragged shoulder length hair beneath a cap in the moonlight. In front of him he held a gun, a hunting rifle to be exact. You pulled back you hand which still held the knife and tried to lash out again only for your wrist to be caught and twisted painfully. You grit your teeth, trying to keep hold of your only weapon as the man barked a laugh that made your stomach turn.

“Drop it girly.” Derek instructed, “Let’s not do anything stupid huh?”

“You attacked me!” you spat back.

“That’s an awful accusation. You drew first blood. Now drop it so we can have a nice civilised conversation.”

With one more squeeze of his hand your fingers gave out. You dropped the knife with a whimper and snatched your wrist back as the man ducked to pick it up. Your eyes fell to the gun. You could have kicked out and tried to run, but you’d only end up with a hole between your eyes, or so the man’s face told you as he sneered.

Derek examined the rusty blade and muttered something about tetanus. Your laughter was hollow.

“Good. You can kill me but here’s hoping you die soon anyway!”

“Derek she’s being a rude house guest.” came the voice of the man in the door.

You scowled, “I was here first!”

Your insides curled as Derek glared down at you, tossing the knife away.

“Well we’re here now. And we’re the ones with the guns. So it’s our place now.” he said with an eerie calm. You looked at him more closely as he placed the torch on the ground, sending long shadows across the room. There was enough light for you to make out broad shoulders, thick-muscled arms with hands that looked like they could crush a skull. You shrunk back against the couch, your blood running cold as you accepted you were really in the shit now.

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thebiggerbear · 3 months

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whereismymindnow · 2 years

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twigg96 · 8 months

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Reader jealous of Carol plz !

👀 ohhh I love this idea @matilda4eve !!! I hope you like this fic!

Two Can Play That Game

Era: the Prison

POV: You

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Yelling, Misunderstandings, Swearing, Fear of Abandonment, insecurity in relationships, resolving of issues

Summary: After Sophia’s death Daryl and Carol become nearly inseparable. They rely on each other for almost everything. And while you try your damnedest to make sense of it all, as their relationship progresses you begin to feel more and more insecure until you can’t hold it in anymore.

Ever since the farm when little Sophia came stumbling out of the barn like tomb, Daryl and Carol had been inseparable. She came to him for nearly everything. And he went to her for comfort. It was a bond none of the others including yourself could ever hope to understand. A mother ripped away from her daughter much to early. And a man willing to step in to the girl’s father’s shoes for a brief moment out of sheer kindness of the heart. Over time their relationship evolved past formality. Into friendship and the love that only two best friends could share.

But you simply couldn’t understand it. You tried. After Sophia you let the two have their space. After the farm you tried not to mind the nicknames Carol gave Daryl. When you first arrived at the prison you told yourself that when Daryl and Carol went on runs together it was better for the group. That even though Daryl and you made a good team you often got distracted and it made sense that he wanted to go with her. You did your damned best to ignore the psycho muttering of Rick about love lost and turned to Hershel for guidance who only gave you vague religious advice instead of the relationship advice you were hoping for. You even gave the two grace for how clingy they became once Daryl found Carol in the closet after thinking she was dead after the herd broke through the prison. When Merle came back you tried to ignore his vague but infuriatingly observant comments about the pair. You honestly tried not to spark fights if you could avoid them but sometimes the fire had already been lit and it was hard to avoid catching the whole thing aflame.

And so you sat in the courtyard of the prison. Taking a long drag of your cigarette you tried to calm yourself as you watched Daryl sharpen his arrows, Carol draped over his shoulder musing with his hair in such a way that would have been considered intimate had you and Daryl not been in a relationship since before the turn. And so you did what you did best. You tried to ignore it. But that white hot jealousy rose when Carol kissed Daryl’s temple and then his cheek a little too close to his lips. And oh… oh you had your suspicions about the kissing for a while. You had walked in on the two in what could be considered compromising positions before but they always explained it away. She was just leaning down to get something… He needed to go back and say good night… it made you feel so insecure and heartbroken. Standing in a huff you threw the butt of your cigarette to the ground and stomped it out ignoring the forlorn look Daryl gave you.

“I’m goin’ out.” You growled, stomping towards the gate. “W-What?” Daryl stammered standing up trying to follow but the glare you sent him instantly grounded him. “I said im goin’ out. I need a damned walk.” Daryl blinked at you cocking a brow. “Well. Let me get my gear and-“ He muttered pointing back to the prison with his thumb, but you were well past your breaking point. Rounding at him shook your head. “NO!” You screamed, storming up to face him, tears brimming your eyes even when you desperately wanted to seem strong. “Stay the hell here. Keep-“ you cut yourself off shaking your head to keep from outwardly sobbing. Daryl’s face fell, confusion and worry washing over him as he reached out to touch you, but for the first time in your relationship you pushed him away, turning away. “Like I said. I need a god damned walk.” You whispered. Daryl was glaring at you now. You were seriously starting to piss him off. “Well let me just come with ya!” He yelled walking along behind you.

Once again you shook your head, looking around you pointed to Merle. “Your brother promised me we’d go out today. So let’s go Merle!” You called motioning for Merle to follow. The elder Dixon turned from his place on the fence, covered in sweat, to see the commotion. Cocking a brow he walked over eyeing the situation warily. “What’s goin’ on?” He asked Daryl more than you, but you still answered. “You said you’d go out with me later. So let’s go. I’m ready. Let’s take a walk.” You huffed pacing anxiously in front of the gate. Merle was a little taken aback glancing from you to Daryl. He had said he would take you out for a good time… but he didn’t mean for a walk. He just wanted to piss Daryl off a little. But when he caught Carol standing farther up the hill the pieces started to click into place. Sighing deeply he let his face rest into his signature sleazy grin. “Alright, sugar. Where are we headed?” He asked, rounding you, wrapping his good arm around your waist, pulling you close to his sweaty form. Walking with you out the gates with only his knife arm and the weapons you had on you to keep you safe.

Once out of sight you peeled away from Merle tearing into every Walker in a 30 foot radius whether you had to or not. Merle stayed quiet for the most part. Whether it was out of curiosity or courtesy you had no idea. He simply puffed at a cigarette and watched you vigilantly from his seat on an old rotted stump. Once in a while he’d call out if you were going to be flanked. But for the most part he let you do what you had to. That is until the small herd moved in. You would have been fine. At least that’s what you told yourself. If you hadn’t used most of your energy stabbing the first five walkers more than they needed you could have taken them all down. But Merle’s panicked look made you second guess. Before you could register what was happening you were on your back, a strong hand having gripped the back of your shirt and yanked you out of danger. 6 shots was all it took to take them down but it also was all you had in your chamber. And you knew with the echoing of the shots through the air, that it wasn’t only the dead that would soon come looking for you both.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You screamed, scrambling to your feet. “Me?!” Merle blinked looking at you completely appalled. “Sugar,” he growled stepping up to you, grabbing your wrist. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you out here tryin’ ta get yerself killed?! Because that’s what I jest witnessed!” He yelled. You sneered at him fighting the sobs and the burning urge to scream at the top of your lungs. Maybe if you had more bullets you’d had attempted it. Maybe if you knew Daryl wasn’t tearing through the woods searching for you both you would have been more willing. But you didn’t want to be found. Not yet. And so you tore away from Merle with a small huff. “Just… fuck off.” You mumbled bending over to grab the knife you dropped. “Oh no…” Merle uttered through a strained laugh. “No. You don’t get to get pissed off at me for saving you, little one. That’s not how this works.” He hissed, grabbing you by the shoulder and pushing you up against a tree. “Yer gonna tell me what the hell is going on here because I feel like I’ve been extremely flexible with you. I’ve went along with your self destructive plan so far so the least I need is an explanation!” He growled.

Suddenly the tears you held back over the months, the feelings of abandonment and shame came crashing to the surface. Like a dam that was bound to break you let yourself sob, covering your face with filthy hands cried, heaving ugly sobs. Merle stared at you, his eyes wide as he pulled you close, rubbing your back, letting you rant about these messed up feelings you were having. You questioned yourself, questioned your sanity, and finally Daryl. You could feel Merle tense at your admission. And even though you backtracked and tried to make him see it like you did. Just a miscommunication, Merle still remained just as pissed. “Now you listen to me.” He whispered, pulling away slightly. “I’ve never known Daryl ta be a man ta ever mess around on anyone he’s been with… not that he’s ever been with many people before you but that doesn’t matter. He was normally the one ta be made a fool of. If Daryl is messing around…” he stayed silent for a moment but the anger and disappointment shone in eyes. “Well. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He whispered. Kissing the top of your head he sighed when a branch broke to your right a large heard coming in. “Looks like we’re camping out tonight, sugar.” He teased, winking at you. Rolling your eyes you sighed walking deeper into the forest to find a place to bunk down for the night.

With the early morning light came the migration of the walkers. And as much as you and Merle enjoyed each other’s company you had to admit the little inlet of the large oak tree you both scrambled under for the night was less than comfortable. Crawling out first you accessed the area. No walkers you could see… nodding to Merle you both wiggled out, covered in mud and wood chips. It wasn’t a long walk back to the prison. Only an hour or two but the way you two talked made it feel like it only was a second.

Daryl was waiting for you at the gates, pacing inside like a tiger in a cage made much too small for him. You glanced to Merle, his arm firmly around your shoulders. As the gates swung open you felt him squeeze you gently. “Remember what I said. Talk to him. If yer gonna fight. Let it happen. Figure out what’s goin’ on and quit dancing around this shit.” He whispered into your hair. Letting his arm slide from your shoulders he let you go. “See ya inside.” He muttered, giving Daryl a sly wave as he passed by his brother. “The fuck was that all about?!” Daryl growled, watching Merle slink up the hill. “Daryl… we need to talk.” You whispered, looking to the ground shamefully. “Ya fuckin’ think?!” Daryl hissed practically seething. “Let’s go inside and then-“

“No!” Daryl screamed, grasping your shoulders. “Ya wanted to take a fuckin’ walk so god damned bad let’s take a damned walk!” He yelled, twisting you around and shoving you back into the dark forest.

Stumbling tiredly through the thicket you grasped helplessly at Daryl’s wrist as he held you firmly by the back of the neck. “Daryl…” you pleaded, tears staining your dirty cheeks. “Daryl, please stop hurting me.” With a shove you fell to your knees to the forest floor. Your boyfriend pacing the ground around you grasping fists full of his own hair. “Are you kidding me?” He bit out. It wasn't until then that you got a good look at him. He looked disheveled and exhausted, big black circles under his blue eyes highlighted them making them seem brighter than life. “Do you know how fucking God damned worried I was last night?” He breathed, still pacing. “Do you have any idea how panicked I was when I heard those shots?!” He yelled out stopping to spin on his heel glaring directly at you. “I searched all god damn night fer you and Merle! And then ya jest waltz back inta camp…” Daryl stops covering his face letting out a low growl as you venture standing up again. “Like… nothing happened. Jest like Carol said ya would.” He muttered, seeming to relax a little at the thought of the older woman.

But for you… hearing her name was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “God!” You huffed, throwing your arms up in the air exaggeratedly. “Can we go one god damned conversation with out talking about Carol!” You screamed. Daryl blinked cocking a brow at you looking at you like you grew a second head. “Wha-“ he started but the cap had already flown off. The dam was broken. And you were ready to break along with it. “Jesus fucking Christ!” You screamed at the top of your lungs holding your face, trying to muffle some of the sounds before turning and kicking the nearest rock to you, sending it over the ravine. “You two are always together! I can barely get a word in edgewise when she’s with you!” You cry holding your middle as sobs wreck your core. “And I have tried, Daryl! I have desperately tried to make sense of it all. I have given you both space! I have tried to get used to the pet names!” You sobbed. “Ya think I like it when-“ Daryl tried to interject, but you shook your head, holding a hand up to cut him off. “Daryl I’m not a fucking moron!” You whined wiping tears away. “I know…” your sobs stopped you. “I saw you both. The way you look at her. The way she kisses on you…” you sobbed, your knees buckled and so you hugged them close to your chest.

Daryl was silent for a minute. Only the sound of the forest surrounded you. As the crunching of leaves grew near then distant you were sure that Daryl was going to abandon you. Leave you out in the forest and return to her. But as a thump came behind you of a fallen Walker followed by the leaves rustling as Daryl settled behind you, you felt like you could finally breathe. His arms wrapped firmly around your middle gently. You couldn’t help but to lean back into his chest and let him hold you tight. Feeling Daryl’s breath on the back of your neck and his stubble rubbing against the bare skin of your shoulder as he laid his head there you felt yourself start to ground into this reality.

“It’s not like that.” He whispered softly into your ear after a long moment. Interlacing your fingers with his he sighed. “Car-“ he muttered, cutting himself off to reword. “Darlin’. What we have is so different from what Carol and I have. I love you. I can’t lie to you and say I don’t love her. I do. But it’s different. I…” he sighed, laying his head on your shoulder. “I love her like a sister. I think? Maybe like a best friend. But you.” He muttered clambering around you to sit in front of you, he took your cheeks in his hands, brushing the tears from your eyes. “I love you like my partner. Like we’re married. Like I could never live without you.”

He whispered, kissing your forehead lovingly. “How long have you felt this way?” He asked, pulling you tight to his chest. “Too long.” You answered weakly, snuggling close, sniffling. Daryl nodded, brushing back the hair from your face. “That why ya ran off yesterday with Merle?” He asked seriously. You only nodded. You could feel Daryl tense at the thought but you refused to let his imagination run wild, not when he quelled your own fears. “We ran into a herd... it was my fault. I was too loud. Merle took some down but it got out of hand and had to camp out.” Daryl hummed rubbing your arm the worry never melting from his face. “Nothing happened. We just talked.” You tried to reassure him but he still glared into the forest in front of you. “Daryl.” You whispered. “I’ll talk to Merle. Just… hate that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me about this.” He whispered.

Back at the prison Daryl immediately went to have a… talk with Merle. After a much needed shower you were back on the hillside, smoking the last of your cigarettes. “Hey.” A soft voice called from behind you. Turning to face the woman you cocked a brow. “Carol?” You muttered watching her take a seat a few feet away. “So… I caught Daryl on his way to… well.” She sighed running a hand through her gray bob. You frowned using your toe to kick a small rock down the hill you nodded. “And?” You whispered, glancing at her through the curtain of your hair. “Honey…” Carol whispered, scooting closer to you, taking your hand in Hera she squeezed it.

“Daryl loves you. He’s loved you since the start.” She muttered, smiling kindly. “When we talk, he only talks about you. How much he cares. He worries. He wants to care for you and asks for advice. He asks about relationship advice sometimes but sometimes he asks what he should do now in the world. And…” she moved so that she was in front of you. “I’m so so sorry I ever made you feel insecure about that, honey. I didn’t mean to. What Daryl and I have is-“ You cut her off with a sad look. “Like brother and sister. I know. He told me.” You muttered. “I accept your apology, Carol. I just hope Daryl forgives me.”

Nodding she sighed. “I’m sure he will.” She whispered. “Like I said. He loves you. He just gets… prickly.” She said, smiling up and behind you. “I ain’t shit…” Your boyfriend’s voice startled you, making you jump as he plopped down to sit beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders you frowned at his broken knuckles. “Did you-“ you reached out and grabbed his hand. “I deserved it, sugar! Just happy you got your shit sorted!” Merle called out walking past, showing off his shiner. Daryl glared at him, flipping him off and pulling you tighter to his chest. Carol giggled standing and walking behind you both. “Have fun, pookie.” She whispered, reaching down to scratch both of your heads as she walked away. “So?” You muttered. “So?” He whispered back. “Are you angry?” You asked. Daryl was silent for a moment as he watched those on the fence work, Rick in his garden, and Carl bring his father water. “No.” He muttered. “Are you?” He asked, looking into your eyes. Shaking your head you snuggled closer to him. “No.”

“Good…” he whispered, combing through your hair watching as the sun set. “Want to take a walk later? Just you and me?” He asked with a smirk blooming on his lips. Smirking back, you nodded. “It’s a date.”

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popchoc · 2 months

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Day 102: Lexa | Alicia

We fall quiet, listening to the ticking of the rain against the window in the blissful warmth of each other's arms. We know we've got stuff to do, people to see, things to find out... but it all can wait.

"That thing you said, about being a leader," Clarke breaks our silence after some minutes, "It made me think of the time we'd just met. Of the you, back then, and your beliefs. How you tried to live by them. Even tried to teach me the same."

"You were so terribly stubborn!" Despite recalling my constant frustration with her, a soft chuckle falls of my lips.

"Yet you liked me," she reminds me. The raillery in her voice is hard to miss.

"No, I didn't," I tease right back, "I just thought you were hot."

The next moment I'm on my back, taken by surprise by Clarke's quick wrestling attack. As she pins me down, her eyes lock mine. "Liar!"

More laughter escapes me. "What, you were! You were brave, and determined, and smart - despite never agreeing with me. You challenged me, which was annoying as hell... but so damn hot."

Clarke, however, is not that easily fooled. "You liked me," she simply says again.

As she keeps a firm hold on me, we both refuse to break eye contact. Seconds go by. Six. Seven. Eight... Until I finally give in.

"I liked you," I admit, grinning. "I didn't want to. You confused me, unbalanced me. The way you saw me, for real... it scared me. But yes, silly me, I liked you."

A proud smirk flashes over her face. "I knew it."

"Oh, don't be smug," I snort, "I pretty much gave it away by kissing you!"

"Yeah," she smiles, "I remember that, too."

[continue on AO3]

#clexa #clarke griffin #lexa #alicia clark #the 100 #fear the walking dead #the walking dead #fanfiction #crossover #with you i'm born again #clexaweek24 #clexaweek2024 #happy march 03

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wincheskka · 8 months

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Familiar (part 1)

Pairing : Troy Otto x Fem!Reader x Negan Smith

part 2

Summary : You are at Alexandria because you want to have a happy life, away from the pain of the loss of your son's father. (I'm so bad at this sorry)

Genre/Warning : Romance, death mention, blood, injury, TWD & FTWD SPOILERS (If there are any other warnings let me know)

A/N : This story takes place to the end of TWD season 11, Annie doesn't exist in it (sorry). I've had this idea for 2 years, and with Troy's return, it makes me want to write it even more so here it is.

English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for the spelling mistakes. (tell me if there are any errors)

You put your basket on the ground when you finally see a blueberry tree, you crouch down to be able to collect them and put them in the basket, behind you the branches break under Negan's steps :

“You didn’t have to come with me” You tell Negan, turning to look at him.

“And who would protect you ?” Negan asks looking around to make sure there's no danger coming, you roll your eyes at his words.

“Negan I can protect myself” You respond, turning back to the blueberries.

"I know you can but we don't know what can happen" He replies, you shake your head at his worries "And I don't want to have to tell James that something happened to his mom"

“Nothing will happen to me” You said, throwing a blueberry at Negan which landed on his face, making you let out a small laugh.

“Yes because I’m here” He leans down and picks up the blueberry you threw at him and throws it back at your head.

“Mister has an oversized ego I see” You laugh and you collect more blueberries, you hear Negan's snicker from behind.

"It's not just my ego that's-" He starts his sentence but you turn to look at him.

"Do not finish this sentence !" You warn him by glaring at him, it makes him smirk, you look away from your friend.

You arrived at Alexandria for 10 or 11 years ago, before arriving at Alexandria and even before the apocalypse you lived at the Broke Jaw Ranch with your boyfriend Troy Otto.

You had found out about your pregnancy two days before Madison killed the man you loved, you still love. When you found out about his death you couldn't believe it, all you wanted to do was kill Madison for what she did, but you had to protect your son, so you did nothing, you let her live, so when she died at the stadium you were happy and reassured but that didn't make the pain go away.

Nick helped you a lot when you were pregnant, until giving birth or even when you just needed a shoulder to cry on Troy, he was there and he was the only one to be there for you, you knew he felt bad, that his mother killed Troy. Nick was like a brother to you and when he died it hurt you a lot, you felt so alone.

When Morgan wanted to take the group to Alexandria you immediately said yes, you wanted to be able to take your son safely, where he could have a comfortable future and where you could perhaps rebuild yourself.

So when the group finally decided not to go to Alexandria, you still went there alone with your son, during the trip you encountered some problems but you managed to arrive at the gates of Alexandria safe and sound with your 1 year and a half son.

The Alexandrians welcomed you with suspicion at first until you explained to them that it was because of Morgan that you knew about this place.

You and your son have managed to integrate into the community. You heard the stories about the war with the saviors, you had heard what the leader of the group had done, you knew he was locked up in Alexandria. You weren't afraid of the stories the Alexandrians told you about him, you felt familiar with it and you didn't know why.

6 years later your son called Alexandria home, you too even if you missed the Ranch, it was Troy that you especially missed, you never started your life again with anyone, you couldn't do it.

When winter fell just after Alpha killed Tara, Enid and Henry, you were finally able to meet the famous Negan, you weren't afraid of him, you were intrigued and even you laughed at his jokes, which surprised him, Negan also felt intrigued by you.

After the winter, Negan was able to go out more often but with someone to watch him,but that didn't stop you from talking to him but you came to see him more often when he was in his cell, you talked, you talked with him about you, about James and also about Troy, talked about Troy had hurt you a lot but Negan comforted you and you did the same when he talked about Lucille.

Negan and you quickly became friends and even you could say that he became your best friend, it's been a long time since someone cared about you like that.

After the events of the whisperers and the Commonwealth, you stayed at Alexandria and Negan also stayed with you at Alexandria, he was able to finally get to know James, your son as immediately liked Negan.

For Negan, James is like his son, he cares about him just like he cares about you a lot. You love that Negan is there for your son but you know that James sees Negan like his father and it hurt you that he never met his father, he never asked you about him and you were quite grateful for that, because you know it will be a hard discussion to have, but you also know that the discussion will happen one day.

"You're almost finished ?" Negan's voice brings you out of your thoughts, you don't look at him but roll your eyes and put more blueberries in the basket then stand up taking the basket in your hand and turn back to him.

“I finished” You say, smiling at him and lifting the basket to show him, he also smiles at you “You’ll be able to enjoy the pie that I’m going to prepare”

“Oh I have no doubt, your pies are always fucking excellent” Negan replies, you can see how he looks like he's happy to eat a pie and it makes you giggle a little.

“There is one condition before you can eat it” You walk in front of him and point a finger at him, he raises his eyebrows confused.

“And which one”

“Tonight you cook” You smile at him while biting your lip, he chuckles at your request “You know that James prefers your cooking to mine, so a good meal with a good dessert”

“I always find it strange that your pies are so good but your cooking is really not great” He mocks, you narrow your eyes, you didn't think he was going to confirm that your cooking wasn't very good.

"Thank you" You thank him sarcastically, he chuckles again, he opens his mouth to speak but suddenly noises are heard around you, you turn around and see 5 walkers coming towards Negan and you "Shit"

You put the basket on the ground, take out your machete, Negan steps forward to kill the first two walkers then you move forward to kill the others, you puts your machete into the skull of the first walker, you see the second one approaching you, you pull out your machete from the dead body's skull but it doesn't want to come out, you frown and try harder but it still doesn't come out.

The panic begins to rise when you see him coming towards you, the third approaches too, you force a little more by putting your foot on the dead body and suddenly the machete comes out but the walker are too close you quickly back away but trips on something and falls backwards, causing you to drop your machete.

You immediately feel the back of your head hit something, you feel a great pain, you groan in pain, it hurt so much but you didn't have time to understand what happened, a walker falls on you, you raise your hands so he can't bite you but you feel so weak, your hands are shaking it's more and more difficult to keep the walker away from you.

Suddenly the weight of the walker is lifted off of you, you sigh and drop your hands to the ground, your head hurts so much, your vision started to blur but you can see Negan above you with a worried face :

"Y/N are you okay ?” He asks panicked and he looks around your body to see if you were bitten, he sees the pain on your face and his eyebrows furrow even more "Where it's hurts ?"

"Head" You manage to say in pain, Negan looks at your head then he puts a hand on your neck and lifts your head, you frown in pain at this movement, you feel Negan's other hand touch the back of your head, you groan in pain.

“Shit” Negan says looking at his hand covered in your blood, your eyes start to close on their own “No keep your eyes open Y/N” He gently places your head on the ground, he caresses your cheek with his hand not covered in blood.

You try to do what he says but fail and the darkness takes you away but before you do you feel Negan lift you into his arms and see the fear on his face.

You hear voices around you which pushes you to open your eyes, but as soon as your eyes open you close them immediately because of the light in the room, you moan in pain and the voices in the room stop immediately. You hear footsteps approaching you and feel a hand on yours :

“Y/N, are you awake ?” You hear Negan's voice ask, you open your eyes a little more slowly but you squint them because of the light. You see Negan above you looking at you with worried eyes "Are you okay ?"

“T-too much light” You say closing your eyes in pain, you feel Negan remove his hand from yours and hear noises in the room, a few seconds later Negan puts his hand back on yours, you open your eyes, the room was now a bit more darker, he had drawn the curtains.

“Better ?” He asks still worried, you nod slowly, then suddenly confusion settles in your head, why are you here ? What happened ? You start to panic a little and try to sit but Negan stops you “Easy, easy Y/N”

"Why am I here ?" You ask while looking around you, you notice a woman in the room looking at you, you take a few seconds to remember that it's the doctor from Alexandria then you see a man approaching you, you recognize Gabriel.

“You don’t remember what happened ?” Gabriel asks with a frown, you shake your head, Gabriel turns to look at the woman.

“Negan tell her what happened” The doctor orders Negan, you look at him with confusion, he nods in the direction of the woman then looks back at you, Negan then explains everything to you “You remember now ?"

"Not really" You reply, Negan gives you a comforting smile, squeezes your hand and strokes your cheek with his other hand.

“You have a concussion” The doctor says, you look at her “You will stay in the infirmary today and tomorrow”

“But I have to take care of my son” You respond in panic, you can't leave James alone, Negan squeezes your hand again, you look at him.

"I'll take care of James" He tells you to calm you down, you still look at him worried "Don't worry" you sigh and slowly nod.

"She needs to rest now" The doctor says, Negan looks at her and sighs, he doesn't want to leave you you can see it and you also want him to stay but you prefer that he be there for your son , it's you this time who squeezes his hand, he looks at you again.

“Don’t worry” You repeat the words he said earlier, with a little smile, he smiles too and nods.

"I'll come see you tomorrow" He answers, then he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, you close your eyes at that, after the kiss he removes his hand from yours and leaves at the same time as Gabriel and the doctor, let you rest.

You rested all day, you were so tired and the pain in the back of your head wasn't helping, you woke up just for dinner and you didn't even eat much.

The next day you woke up with a headache, you hadn't eaten your breakfast and barely ate your lunch. Negan came to see you at the beginning of the afternoon, he told you that James was worried about you and had trouble falling asleep last night, it hurt you to learn that your son was worried about you, you would have liked to see him but you knew that if Negan would have taken him here, you wouldn't have wanted him to leave.

Negan stayed for 30 minutes, you were happy that he came to see you even for a short moment, you spent the rest of the day sleeping, this time you ate a bit at dinner, which made you feel nauseous.

After the two days in the infirmary, you were finally able to go home, Negan came to pick you up. When you stood up you immediately lost your balance but before you hit the ground, Negan catch you.

Before you two left the doctor gave instructions on what to do and what not to do, she said that Negan needed to be there for you and said that it was best if your son spent two or three days at someone else's house. You didn't want to at first but the doctor said it was better so you could focus on yourself, rest better and heal :

"Could you ask Aaron if he can keep James ?" You ask Negan, as you walk to your house, leaning on him.

“I don’t know if he’ll be very happy to see me but yes I’ll ask him” He answers, being careful that you don't trip over anything.

You both arrive in front of your house, Negan helps you up the stairs, opens the door and you both go inside. He directs you into the living room and sits you on the couch. Negan draws the curtains to block out the light, so you take off the sunglasses he lent you and put them on the nightstand nex to the couch.

You hear footsteps on the stairs, you turn to look and see your 12 year old son coming down the stairs, as soon as he sees you he runs and hugs you, you wrap your arms around him, he really missed you.

“Hi honey” You say hugging him tighter, not wanting to let him go.

"Are you okay ?" He asks pulling away from the hug, you give him a reassuring smile.

“I'm fine, don't worry” You respond, you lie to him a little to reassure him, you don't want to tell him that you're tired, you have a headache and sometimes you feel confused.

"I'll ask Aaron" Negan says looking at you, you nod and he walks out of the house, James watches him walk out in confusion.

"Ask what ?" James asks looking at you in confusion, you sigh you have to explain to him now.

“You’re going to stay at Aaron’s for a few days” You answer him, he frowns even more.

"What ? Why ?" He asks with a little sadness in his blue eyes the same as his father's.

“Because I still need some rest” You answer him, placing your hand on his shoulder “And that I couldn’t take care of you”

“You don’t need to take care of me, I’ll be good and help you around the house” He speaks a bit panicked that he can’t stay with you.

"It will only be for two or three days" You try to reassure him but you still see sadness in his eyes.

"I don't want to" James says a bit louder, you sigh, open your mouth to answer him but suddenly your vision blurs and you feel dizzy, you hand squeezes the pillow next to you "Mom ?"

"Aaron said there was no problem fo-" Negan's voice say but when he sees you he stops in his sentence and runs towards you, he places his hands on your cheeks “Close your eyes sweetheart”

You do what he says and close your eyes, not even paying attention to what he called you. He makes you lie down on the couch so you don't fall, he gently removes his hands from your cheeks :

"James you can go get your things, I have to take you to Aaron's" You hear Negan's voice say to your son.

"But I don't want to leave her" Your son's voice responds worriedly, he became even more worried with what just happened.

"I know you're worried about your mom, kid but I'm going to take care of her, okay ?" Negan responds, you open your eyes when you feel the dizziness fade.

You see Negan look at James with a comforting smile, James looks at him for a few seconds then sighs and nods, he turns to go up to his room to pack some things. When James disappears in the stairs, Negan turns to you, he sees that your eyes are open so he approaches and sits next to your legs :

"You okay ?" He asks also worried even if he tries to hide it, you smile at him and nod.

"Yeah that was just a little dizzy" You answer, he smiles even if he's still worried, suddenly you remember how he called you earlier "Did you called me Sweetheart ?"

“Yeah I did” He answers you with a smirk, you look at him a bit surprised and also a bit embarrassed, your cheeks heat up, you turn your gaze to your hands that are on your stomach, you hear his laugh at your reaction "If it bother you I won't-"

“I doesn't bother me” You say, interrupting his sentence, you raise your eyes to his, he has a smile on his face, you smile at him shyly

You both look into each other's eyes, you feel peaceful with him, he always made you feel good and happy. For a few seconds you both stay like that until the sound of footsteps on the stairs is heard, you look away from his eyes to watch your son walk towards you two with a backpack on one of his shoulders, you still feel Negan's eyes on you :

"I'm ready" Your son says with a sulky face, this time Negan's eyes turns to your son.

"Alright" Negan says getting up, he starts walking to the front door but stops when James doesn't follow him "Come on James"

James turns to Negan and sighs wanting to stay with his mother a bit longer, you watch him walk towards Negan, you sigh not liking see him sad, you get up from your lying position and sit :

“James” You call your son, he turns around and you open your arms for him to come in, he runs to you and you wrap your arms around him and hold him tight “Don’t worry about me honey Negan will take care of me and you can come see me, okay ?”

You feel him nod against you and you hug him even tighter, you kiss the top of his head. You take a look at Negan, he smiles at this mother and son moment, you move away from the hug then with your fingers you comb his brown hair just like his father's, James looks so much like Troy that sometimes it hurt you to look at him :

“I love you James” You tell him with a reassuring smile, he smiles too, looking less sad and worried.

“I love you too mom” He responds, your heart melts at his words, James has always been a child who was not embarrassed to say I love you, you know when he grows up it will be more complicated, so you get the most of it now.

"Come on kiddo" Negan says, James walks over to Negan and you stare at him until he and Negan leave the house, your eyes are still where they went out :

"He really looks like me" a voice says, this voice is familiar to you, so familiar, your heart starts racing.

You slowly turn your eyes where the voice comes from and you see a familiar person in the doorway to the dining room, your eyes fill with tears :

"Troy ?!"

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obsxssedwithstuff · 2 months

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It's been seven years and we're still crying over them. Seven years and we still mourn what could have been

#nick clark #troy otto #nick and troy #fear the walking dead #trick #trick ftwd #ftwd #troy x nick #fanfiction #shipping #ship #i love them #so much #hannigram #hannibal #will graham

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carlgrimesloverr · 6 months

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Hey! This might be too dark of a request, but no harm in asking, right? So I want something detailing how Carl Grimes (in an au with no walkers) would handle his gf self harming, how he would talk to her and comfort her about it, etc. You can format it in any way you like, blurb, oneshot, headcanon list, etc. Thanks so much!!

hi hi! this isn’t too dark don’t worry (i’ve actually written something similar called clean however it’s set a world with walkers) !!

ofc tw for sh !

carl’s the type to do research on self harm in general, learn about the different types and different coping mechanisms

if anything he would partially blame himself

would never tell anyone about it unless you yourself told him he can

though i see him as the type to slip up one night and get caught by michonne crying because hes so overwhelmed and just wants to help

hes constantly there for you, even on your good days because he knows how quickly a good day can become bad

always leaves you little good morning and good night texts detailing how proud he is of you because he truly is

never allows himself to slip up or become angry at you because he knows none of this is your fault

for a teenage boy, carl is overall really good when it comes to mental health, especially helping others with theirs

#carl grimes #the walking dead #twd #hc #head canons #fanfic #fanfiction #fear the walking dead #ftwd #carl grimes headcanons #carl grimes angst #carl grimes imagine #x reader #carlgrimesloverr

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skyebounded · 2 years

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My Sweetest Angel

.main masterlist. .the walking dead masterlist.

premise: It’s been three weeks, two days and fourteen hours since you’ve been with Daryl, but who is really counting?

Warnings: filth that's really it tbh. Fingering, vaginal sex, swearing, hand jobs, dirty talk (well as much as Daryl can..) fluff-ish

WC: 2.5k

A/N:This is my first walking dead smut, but it will not be the last. I just started re watching the series for the 4th time with my bestie, and she is a major Daryl girl, so this one is for you @anothernightsky 💕💕 ALSO special thanks to @23victoria, thanks for the help my love!

Three weeks, two days and fourteen hours, that’s how long it had been since you had seen him, but who was really counting. The chaos that had separated you both had come as a complete surprise, and it was by sheer luck that you had found each other again, thank god. You could have been spending your reunion doing something a little less pg-13 or let's face it, R, but there was no point in lying to yourselves about what you really wanted.

Wandering around an old abandoned building in search of supplies was his idea, something about ‘replenish our supplies for everyone..’ but you only saw it as a excuse to get some alone time with him, so when Rick said that he would go with Daryl, you shut that down immediately, finding some miraculous excuse as to why you needed to go with him rather than Rick.

You weren’t sure if Rick believed your ridiculous lie, but nonetheless he gave in, and so therefore you and Daryl were on your way, alone, with no one or nothing to stop you. After a quick sweep of the building, making sure that you were in fact alone, and that no pesky walkers lingered, it was mere moments before Daryl was catching you in a hard passionate kiss. Leaning down, he grabs your thighs, hoisting you up against the wall with a soft thud. The abruptness of your back hitting drywall had your mouth falling open to let out a breathy groan, one that Daryl swallows, taking full advantage of your open mouth, as he uses his tongue to claim you. You wrap your legs around him tightly, whimpering when you feel the way his hand squeezes at them, fingers digging into your delicate skin. One hand threaded through his hair, the other gripping tightly to his leather clad shoulder.

He grinds his hips into your, his hardening length pressing firmly against your throbbing cunt, the contact driving you beyond wild.

“Daryl p-please..” you whisper, gasping when his lips move down your neck, sucking harshly at your skin. Purple splotches rising to the surface in his wake.

“Please what, angel?”

He lets out a raspy growl when you rut your hips against him again in your own search for friction to ease the ache growing between your thighs, his cock straining painfully.

“Baby, fuck me please,” you moan out as he nips at your skin, soothing the mark with his deft tongue. He doesn’t need much convincing, everything considered, not with the way that he so desperately needed to feel you, feel your walls wrapped around him tightly. Daryl sets you down gently, keeping you pinned against the wall as his hand slips down the front of your trousers and to your needy cunt. Pushing past your panties, his fingers traipse through your wet folds, collecting your arousal as he teases at your entrance.

“Missed me and my cock that much, huh?” His voice is low and gruff. “All wet for me, baby girl?”

“God yes,” you say, your voice breathy. Daryl sinks a finger into you, smiling when your head hits the wall with a soft thump, and your body tenses. The reactions your body gave to the slightest contact from him would never cease to amaze you. Your nipples harden, your breath grows heavy, each nerve ending in your body comes to life, and all by a simple touch.

He works his digit inside you, as slowly as he possibly could, but being without you for so long was taking a toll on him. The sound of his fingers pumping inside you was music to his ears. His lips are back on your neck, licking, sucking, nipping at the soft skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and over your collar.

“Daryl, please I need you…I need to feel you..” you beg, rolling your hips to meet his palm as it firmly presses against your aching clit, giving the smallest bit of relief. Your hand finds the waist of his pants, tugging with great frustration at his belt. The soft chuckles that he lets out against your neck is enough to drive you wild, a whole new sense of arousal pooling between your thighs, one that he assuredly feels coating his fingers. With his free hand he helps you pull off his belt, leaving you to do the rest. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his jeans and boxers down, a smirk gracing your face as soon as his cock springs free, beads of precum leaking from the head. Your lips pressed together, and your legs clench around his hand. The lick of your lips and the soft whimpers were a picture perfect sight and sound for him.

“God, I’ve missed you.” you mutter, wasting no time as you take his cock into your small hand, using your thumb to spread around the precum, giving you a little more lubrication to work his shaft. He was like puddy in your hand, his hips thrusting to meet the movements of your hand with loan raspy grunts. With each slow stroke of your hand, he could feel himself unraveling. After all, it had been a really fucking long time since he had felt your hand wrapped around him so tightly.

“shit.”

Burying his face in the nook of your neck, taking in the familiar sweet scent of you that he just couldn’t get enough of. Daryl, still so focused on you, adds another finger to the mix, curling them just right to have you singing sweet profanities, gasping as soon as you feel his thumb drawing tight circles against your clit.

“Spread your legs-ah-a little wider-for me, baby girl.” He says, his words broken as breathy moans leave his lips. You do as you’re told with no complaint, giving him much better access to coax sinful sounds from you as he picks up the pace of his deft fingers, pumping them in and out of you, years using a crossbow were paying off efficiently.

Kneading your breast through your shirt, rolling your hardened bud between his fingers, as he pinches down on it making you gasp. He pulls back and looks up at you, dark lust filled eyes watching you closely as your face contorts at the new speed he had set, working his fingers even faster when he feels the way your walls clench around them, knowing damn well that you were close.

“Just like that…just like that oh fuc-,” You struggle, your own pace on him never wavering, if anything it only makes you stroke him harder, faster, as you listen to the sounds that you would never picture coming from him. Daryl’s head comes to rest against yours, his lips pressing hard against yours in a heated kiss, one of the few, and let's be honest, favorite indications that he was close. His hips begin to stutter in your hand, even more so when your hand tightens around his throbbing cock.

He removes your hand reluctantly from him, kissing your nose when he sees the scowl forming on your perfect lips, but despite the disappointment of him stopping you, you couldn’t ignore the heat burning in your abdomen.

“Cum for me, angel,” he says slowly, raspily. Your body tenses, as you come instantly, using the wall and the hardness of Daryl’s body to keep you standing as your legs threaten to give out. Mouth hanging open while all sorts of obscenities and his name fall from it.

Your hips never stop, as you continue to rock yourself against his fingers, riding out your orgasm, all while he keeps up the same pace. The feeling was nothing compared to what you could give yourself, it never was, this was addicting, something that you knew you could never live without.

Your lips find his, capturing him in a messy heated kiss, tongue, teeth and tongue all colliding, as he slows his fingers, removing them from your wet heat. Your skin was on fire and your mind foggy, you needed him, needed him to fill you up like he did so often, and now was no different. Pulling back, your eyes meet, the familiar hunger in them. He pulls you from the wall, giving your back a few quick taps.

“Bend over,” he rasps.

Without hesitation, you swipe the contents from the nearby table to the ground, slipping out of your boots, trousers, and panties in one foul swoop, as you do as you're told. Using your elbows and hands to keep you slightly off the table, you look back at Daryl with a look of anticipation. Eyes wide, mouth hanging open as soft breathless pants escape you. You were begging to be fucked and he wasn’t about ot pass on the opportunity. Getting into position behind you, staring down at your naked cunt, made his throbbing cock twitch. Swaying your hips back and forth as you wait patiently for him.

Holding his hand out to you, he tells you to spit, smirking when you do just that. He gives a quick few strokes to his cock before he's lining himself up, stretching you out with every sinful inch that he pushes into you. The guttural moans breaking free from you as he bottoms out inside you, clenching around him as he stills, letting you adjust. God, you missed this, the feeling of being so utterly full of him.

Pushing your hips back against him, you smile when the deep groan fills the open air, his hands flying to your waist, fingers desperately grabbing at the curve of your hips. He couldn’t hold out any longer, pulling out of you only to come thrusting back harder, noting the way the table shook beneath you. Daryl finds an agonizingly slow pace, rutting his hips against your, listening to the sounds of your whines and whimpers as he hits all sorts of spots inside of you. Your walls, already sensitive as you push back against him harder to meet his own thrusts, urging him to go faster, harder.

“God, you feel s’good,” he mumbles.

Nails digging into the wood as you try to find something to sturdy yourself as he continues to amp up his pace, pulling and pushing you along with his movements. The feeling of him so deep inside you had your head reeling, and your body aching, and yet you still wanted more.

“Daryl, faster please,” your whine broken as you glance back at him. His hair a mess in his face, a thin layer of sweat on his brow, and a focused and hungry look on his face. His grip on you tightens as he heeds your words, pulling you back on his cock faster and harder, grunting with each snap of his hips, with each slap of your skin. God he was pretty, so focused on the way his cock moved in and out of your cunt. Snaking your hand down between your thighs, you begin to rub at your clit, working it in the same pace and rhythm as Daryl’s thrusts.

“Just like that, angel, keep touching yourself for me,” he praises.

Your body shudders, walls clenching greedily around him as your second orgasm hits you, a cry ripping from your chest as your body goes rigid, slumping down on the table. Daryl pulls out of you, giving you no time to come down from your high before he has you back against the wall, hiking you up it once more.

He’s lining himself back up to your entrance, sinking in, leaving you with a strangled cry, your walls sensitive and tired, but you didn’t care, not when it felt this damn good. Tightening your sore legs around his center, he continues, pounding into you with fervor. His hands grip your thighs tightly, fingers no doubt leaving bruises in their wake, his breathing heavy and wild while his lips exploring the exposed skin of your chest, as he pushes into you deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck..” you curse, panting heavily as you do your best to stay grounded, but it was no uses. Your head slumps back against the wall as your eyes fall shut, tears prickling in them as Daryl brushes against your sweet spot repeatedly. Your orgasm was building faster than the first two, and he knew it. Knew it from the way your nails dug into his exposed biceps, or the way your pretty little mouth whispered the sweetest profanities, but most of all, the way your abused walls tightened around him like a vice, making his hips stutter, as he pushed harder into you, desperate for his own release.

He sucks at the skin of your neck, harsher as he nears the edge, littering wet open mouth kisses up the expanse of your neck to your jaw and chin, before his eager lips meet yours in a frenzied kiss. You weren’t sure who came first, but it didn’t matter. Daryl’s hips slow as he hits his own high groaning loudly as he slowly moves to ride out his high.

White light blurs your vision, your body set aflame as your third orgasm hits you, and nothing but euphoric bliss overcomes you. Your own moans match that of his as you revel in the feeling. Body tensing, legs squeezing at him tightly as you feel his cock twitching inside of you, thick hot ropes of cum coating your abused walls, soothing the ache.

After a moment of listening to each other's heavy breathing, and shared sighs, Daryl slips out of you, and you whine at the loss of him. He chuckles softly as he peppers your face in kisses, nuzzling his nose against yours before placing a few soft kisses to it, as he eases you down from the wall, holding you up as your legs threaten to give on you.

“You good?” he asks, moving your hair out of your sweat ridden forehead, cupping your cheeks in his large calloused hands, as he guides you to look at him.

“Never better,” you breathe with a smile.

Leaning up on your toes you kiss his lips gently, wrapping your arms around his neck whilst tangling your fingers in his messy hair.

“You do know that it's been three weeks, two days and fourteen hours, and we have a lot of making up to do, right?” you explain.

He cocks his head at you, brow slightly raised.

“Well how much did we make up for just now?”

“A day, tops.” you wink.

Daryl scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Well shit, guess we have a few more runs to make then, don't we, baby girl?”

“I believe we do, Dixon, I believe we do.” you smile, giving him one more kiss.

You look around for something to clean yourself up with, before slipping back into your pants and boots, turning on your heel to march out of the building.

“Shall we get started then?” you ask, looking back at him with a wiggle of your brows.

“C’mon then, let's go.” he chuckles, giving a quick slap to your ass before following you out.

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THINGS I WRITE FOR

Masterlist - ✨Here✨

Fandoms-

The Walking Dead Telltale (Game)

The Walking Dead AMC (TV Show)

The Quarry (Game)

Fears To Fathom (Game)

The Hunger Games (Movies)

Life Is Strange (Game)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Characters

Any TWDG Character

Any TWD Character

Any TQ Character

Connor Hawkins (Or other FTF characters if you want me to)

Any THG Character

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Tomorrow's promise

Paring: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and guts

Chapter: 2.04

A sharp cry cuts through the room as you enter the kitchen. “I know, I know. It's been a long night.”

You kiss the top of Jace’s head, rocking him gently in your arms. You walk out onto the front porch, where it’s empty, and feed Jace while looking out into the field, which was bare aside from a few horses. A few years ago, this would have been Shane’s dream house to raise a family in.

“Morning,” Maggie says, standing beside you. “How did you sleep?”

“I didn’t… Did you?”

She shakes her head and gives you a sad smile. You notice she has a glass of juice in each hand and offers one to you. “You gotta stay hydrated and keep your strength up.”

“Thank you.” You take the drink from her. “And not just for this, but for letting us into your home. I don’t think we could ever thank your dad enough for saving Carl.”

“You don’t need to thank us; kindness is what keeps us human.”

A pit began to form in the pit of your stomach. The Greene family were good people, and Shane... you didn’t have any proof, but your gut told you that he was lying about Otis' death. He told you a different version of the story he told Rick the night before; he told you Otis fell behind and he was too slow to notice, but if he had, he could have saved him. You didn’t believe him.

You both stayed outside in a comfortable silence, and just as you finished feeding Jace, Glenn and Shane joined you on the porch.

Glenn blushes as he notices the brunette standing beside you. “Morning Maggie,” he waved at her nervously before gushing over your son, tickling his cheek with your finger. “Hey, little man.”

Hearing the sounds of traffic nearby, you all turn to watch as the rest of your people arrive at the farm.

—

You feel physically sick as you look at Shane wearing Otis clothes as they hang off his body.

Otis’s friends and family laid stones for him at a small memorial not far from the farm house while Hershel read from the Bible. “Blessed be God, farther or out lord Jesus Christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character. Otis, who gave his life to save a child, is now more than ever our most precious asset. We thank you, God, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. He died as he lived, in grace.”

Your heart speeds up when Hershel turns to Shane, who says, “Shane, will you speak for Otis?”

He struggles to find a reason not to. “I’m not good at it. I’m sorry.”

Otis' wife Patricia lets out a sob, “You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments, please. I need to hear this. I need to know his death had meaning.”

Reluctantly, he agrees, handing Jace over to you with tears building in his eyes. Probably from guilt. He clears his throat and looks down at the ground, saying, “We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping; it was bad. ankle all swollen up. ‘We’ve got to save the boy.’ See, that’s what he said. He gave me his backpack, and he shoved me ahead. ‘Run,’ he said. He said, ‘I’ll take the rear, and I'll cover you.’ And when I looked back…” Shane pauses, searching for everyone’s reactions to his story. He limps forward and places a stone on the memorial. “If not for Otis, I’d have never made it out alive, and that goes for Carl too. It was Otis; he saved us both. If any death ever had meaning, it was his.”

You and Shane exchange an intense look while the others make their way back to the farm house. You wanted to yell at him, demanding for him to tell you the truth, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t admit to whatever he did so easily. You only look away from him when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Andrea gives you a serious look and says, “What I said that day... when we were looking for Sophia…”

You cut her off, patting her hand, and you say, “Water under the bridge.”

“Thank you.”

Inside, you were still pissed off that she referred to your son as a ticking time bomb, but now wasn’t the time for any arguments or grudges you might have had in the world before. Almost losing Carl made you realize you needed to let go of the hurt and pain you’d been holding onto, and this was a good way to start.

—

A group of you crowd around a map of the local area to plan the search parties for Sophia, which so far have been derailed. Hershel says neither you nor Rick were safe to search after giving so much blood to Carl, and with Shane’s ankle swollen, he wouldn’t get far on foot, leaving Daryl to search alone for the remainder of the day.

“If we are going to do this right, it means we can’t have our people out there with just knives,” Shane points out. “They need the gun training we’ve been promising them.”

“I’d prefer you not carry a gun on my property,” Hershel says. “We’ve managed so far without turning this into an armed camp.”

“With all due respect, you get rid of those things wandering in here.”

Rick interrupts him before he can finish his sentence. “Look, we’re guests here. This is your property, and we will respect that.”

You watch Shane screw his face up as Rick sits his gun down on top of the map. You place yours down beside it and chime in before Shane causes an argument. “Rick’s right. The training can be done off the farm, but while we’re here, we hand our guns over. It's only fair.”

You nod in agreement before continuing, “First things first, set camp, find Sophia.”

Shame bites on his bottom lip, looking deep in thought, before suddenly snapping out of it. “I hate to be the one to ask, but somebody’s got to. What happens if we find her and she’s bit? I think we should all be clear on how we handle that.”

Rick gulps down, “You do what has to be done.”

“And her mother? What do you tell her?” Maggie asks, looking horrified by the suggestion.

“The truth.”

When Jace begins to whine, you step back, not wanting to distract them.

—

You sit on the grass outside beside your brother, as he gently rocks Jace to sleep while telling you about Carl’s slow recovery. Every time you’d gone to see your nephew, he’d been asleep, so you hadn’t been able to talk to him since he’s pulled through.

You spot Daryl walking by with his crossbow slung over his shoulder and jump to your feet; it's getting dark, and you don’t like the idea of him being out alone at night. “Daryl?” He turns back to face you and asks, “Will you be okay out there on your own?”

He looks amused by your question until Rick stands beside you and his face hardens. He starts to walk away, saying, “I’m better on my own. I’ll be back before dark.”

Rick hands you Jace and calls after him, “Hey. We've got a base. We can get this search properly organized now.”

“You got a point, or are we just chatting?”

“My point is that it lets you off the hook. You don’t owe us anything.”

Daryl quickly turns his back, walking away while answering. “My other plans fell through.”

You swat at Rick’s chest with your hand and say, “You're such a jackass at times.”

—

You stand a good distance back from the others, shaking your head as Glenn is lowered into a well that has a walker trapped at the bottom of it. This was a terrible idea. What if the rope snapped?

You stare at the farm house for a few seconds, deciding if you should go check on Jace. You’d only put him down for a nap roughly ten minutes prior, but felt guilty for leaving him, despite knowing he was in the same room Carl was, with Patricia and Beth watching over them both. Hearing Glenn scream for help, you look over at the well to see the rope falling. You run over as T-Dog, Shane, Lori, Maggie, Andrea, and Dale all struggle to pull Glenn up. You get as close as you can to the well and start pulling at the rope.

“Get me out of here!”

As soon as you see his head, you and Shane both reach for him, grab an arm each, and pull him up onto the ground. When he’s caught his breath, Glenn hands Dale the other rope, which he had managed to secure around the trapped walker.

“Oh my god, I can smell it from here.” You scrunch up your nose as the walker gets closer and closer to the surface of the well; the smell could only be described as rotten seafood and death mixed together.

Just as the bloated walker reaches the top of the well, its body splits in half. Its bottom half drops back into the water, leaving its still-moving head on top, while the walkers' blood and guts spilled out onto the ground.

Maggie claps at her mouth, looking visibly distressed, and walks off. You want to go after her but decide against it when you see Glenn going to check on her.

Shaking your head you stare Shane down, “that was reckless. Glenn could have died.”

“Nobody had any complaints before hands,” he scoffs.

“I did! I told you it was a bad idea and as normal you ignored me,” you snap. Noticing everyone else was staring you smooth your scrunched up top out, “excuse me, I’m going to check on our son.”

—

Your one-sided conversation with Jace is interrupted when Shane comes into the room: “You talk so much to that boy, I’m surprised his ears aren’t bleeding. His first words will be telling you to shut up at this rate.”

You stare at him blankly.

“It’s a joke,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. Originally, you were going to sleep inside the RV, but Maggie insisted that you take her room and she bunk with her sister. She said it would help her sleep knowing Jace was safe in the house and not outside. “What have you got there?”

You hold up the small baby gown in your hand and say, “Patrica found baby clothes in the attic; she gave them to me for Jace.”

“They must be pretty old, huh?”

“Once I stitch up these holes, these clothes will be good as new.”

He watches you continue sowing, only looking down at Jace when he begins to babble, “He looks just like me.”

“That’s because he’s your son,” you say dryly. You squeeze your eyes shut, knowing you weren’t helping by being passive-aggressive. “How did Andrea’s training go? Is she a natural?”

He lets out a deep sigh and falls back onto the bed. “She’s still got a lot to learn. I keep telling her there’s a difference between shooting a target and the real thing, but I still don’t think she’s got it.”

When Jace’s babbling turns to a gurgling noise, you put the clothes down and pick him up, saying, “I’m going to take him outside for some fresh air before putting him down for the night.”

“Want me to join you?”

“No, it’s fine.” Trying to break the tension, you place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

—

“You don’t think I talk too much, do you? And you're not going to start talking and tell me to shut up,” you say in a silly baby voice, unaware anyone else is listening until you hear the creak of footsteps behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you’re surprised to see Daryl frowning. “Why would the kid tell you to shut up when he’s older?”

“Oh, it was just a joke, Shane said.” You look down, watching as Jace’s heavy eyes start to close and smile. The words you’d said seconds before are forgotten until you raise your head again and meet Daryl’s glare.

“That’s a bullshit thing to say. You have one of those voices, you know.”

Not knowing what he means, you let out a soft laugh and say, “Uh, no, not really.”

“You have a radio voice,” he shrugs. “Like when folks go on road trips and choose to listen to someone talk rather than playing music. The type of voice that sticks in your head.”

“That’s the strangest compliment I’ve ever had, but thank you.” You smile at each other until he looks away. “I saw the flower you gave Carol; that was a lovely thing to do.”

He grunts in response, “It was nothin'.”

“You might fool them with your bad boy exterior, but you don’t fool me. I know you care,” you say teasingly.

He fights the urge to smirk and rolls his eyes: “Yeah, yeah. I'm all love and rainbows.”

“Goodnight Daryl.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He looks over his shoulder as you enter the house and says, “Goodnight.”

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Don't Say Go.

Chapter 15.

(I know the gif isn't Troy in his room but it's all I could find that would be similar to him sat on his couch - work with me k)

You wouldn't describe the rest of the day as awkward, but there was a definate tension between you and Troy which neither was willing to acknowledge.

Aside from that it had been nice to do something that felt relatively normal. Simply wandering the ranch and speaking to people - as Troy whispered his opinions on them in your ear as you walked away - had made a nice change of pace from running from the dead, escaping the living and simply retreating into your bunk to hide from the world.

It was as you finished your meal in the food tent and you spotted Jeremiah eating at the opposite end to yourself and Troy that you asked if you could see his place.

Troy stilled for a few moments before nodding once. You assumed it was only because he knew his father wasn't in the house and couldn't kick you both out again that he agreed. You had a slight spring in your step as you walked back toward the main house and even though Troy was still tense at your side you saw the half-smiles he tried to hide as you linked your arm with his.

The main living area was familiar, although it didn't look as imposing in the daylight. Jeremiah's desk looked smaller, messier. You eyed the bookshelves and the pictures on the wall, breathing in the smell of wood and dust.

"Where's you room?" You ask as Troy seems to hesitate, his shoulders stooping a little as he also glances around the place he called home. You could feel a sort of fluttering in your chest and realised he was nervous.

"I'm not going to pounce on you, don't worry." You say teasingly.

Troy scowls slightly, but its the cute scowl that tells you he's not actually mad.

"I don't know, this could all be part of a ruse to steal my virtue." Troy says mockingly as you laugh. He grabs your hand and leads you upstairs.

The house is dark but still warmly inviting with the sun streaming in through the windows. You end up on the top floor and Troy opens a door and ushers you inside.

It's a large size for a bedroom, more like a studio really. There's the usual dresser and mirror with an old shirt tossed over it. A leather couch and matching chair sit at the foot of his bed. It was all very... brown. With reds, greens and oranges thrown in. It felt like Troy.

You took a deep breath and smiled. It smelt like him too.

"Cosy."

You say as Troy stands by the door, one hand still on the handle as if he's unsure if he should close it or not. You give him a small nod, realising he is waiting for permission to shut you both in. The door closes with a soft click and the tension that was in the air before immediately changes to something... else.

You take a small step further in, toward the bed, then you realise how it might look and change direction to the couch. You take a seat, perching on the edge and look around. The room is quite neat without looking like it hasn't been lived in.

"It's nice. Much nicer than my bunk."

Troy, who has stepped into the room to lean against his dresser, shifts a little uncomfortably.

"I didn't mean anything by that..." You add quickly. "I was just saying... you have a nice home."

Troy takes a look around, his brow furrowing as if taking everything in for the first time.

"I guess..." He says slowly.

You sigh and lean back into the couch. It's worn, a little lumpy, but comfortable enough.

"I'm trying to picture you growing up here. Was this always your room?"

Troy's arms are crossed over his chest and his feet are kicking at a folded section of the rug.

"As long as I can remember." He says flatly.

Your hands press along the cool leather fabric. There was something off about him, he was giving off the energy of an animal trapped in a cage.

"Hey," You say softly and raise a hand to beckon him over to you, "come sit with me."

Troy's eyes fix on your hand before he crosses the room in just a few short strides, placing hisnpalm in yours as you slide over to give him space to join you. When he sits he mimics your posture, head leaning back on the edge of the couch to take in the slowly turning fan on his ceiling with arms relaxed at his sides.

Except for the hands which are intertwined with each other.

The tension seems to ease a little and you smile at nothing in particular.

"I had a great day today." You say quietly.

Troy smirks, "You're very easily impressed then."

"And aren't you lucky." You tease back.

Troy, usually so quick-witted, takes a second to realise your implication. His foot nudges yours as if to reprimand you. You chuckle and nudge him back, slightly harder.

"I'm not playing footsies with you. We are sophisticated adults." Troy tells you firmly as you grin.

You jab him in the ribs with your elbow and laugh.

"Speak for yourself!"

His eyes slide to you, darkening with the promise of retribution.

"Oh? That how your gonna be?"

You raise your free hand in a mock surrender.

"Wait... okay I won't-"

Your own ribs come under a sudden ambush of that most devious and dreaded attack, the tickles. You shriek, trying to lean away and escape as Troy uses your joined hands to hold you where you are.

"Surrender! I surrender god damn it!"

Troy sits back, victorious.

"Dirty move." You glare.

Troy gives you a grin that makes your stomach flip.

"There's no reward for fair fighting if you're on the losing team." Troy tells you, and its something in his voice that makes you think of Jeremiah. It sounded exactly like something the man would say to his son.

You were about to try and bring his father up when a sudden knock on Troy's door has you both frozen for a moment until Troy pulls you up by the hand, gesturing for you to be quiet and pulls you to stand beside the door where you'd be hidden once it was open.

You scowl a little at having to hide like this but if it meant avoiding Jeremiah than you could live with it for now.

Troy opens the door and you're able to see the way his shoulders relax.

"Jake." He greets.

"I was hoping to speak to you for a moment. We've got a problem with some of the dead caught up in our fences."

Troy sighs.

"Get Coop to handle it."

"Coop's on watch. Dad asked for you to deal with it. It's your responsibility - his words, not mine." Jake added quickly at the end.

Behind the door you silently roll your eyes. Jeremiah would find any reason to keep you and Troy separate as much as he could.

"Fine. Just... give me a minute."

Jake speaks up again as Troy goes to shut the door.

"I can walk her back to the bunkhouse, if you'd like."

You go very still as Troy glares at his brother. You can hear the supressed laughter in Jake's voice.

"Come on, little brother. You're too old to be sneaking girls into your room."

You smile to yourself before popping your head under Troy's arm and around the door.

"Hi Jake!" You smile, always genuinely pleased to see him.

He smiles back at you and quirks an eyebrow at Troy.

"I'd say you've got less than ten minutes until Dad gets back. Maybe go round the back way... see you out front."

You wave goodbye as Troy huffs. Troy escorts you from his room and you feel disappointed to be leaving. It was comforting there. Troy does indeed take you out through the back way and around the side of the house where Jake is waiting with his hands in his pockets, trying not to grin at you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Troy tells you, and you get the feeling you're being handed over to Jake like a child.

"You know I can walk back to the bunk by myself. Or even around the ranch! I don't need an escort all the time."

Troy looks a little embarrassed.

"I know. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, especially after..."

"We didn't mean to offend you," Jake adds. "But I'd enjoy the walk with you and one last check up would put my mind at rest with how you're recovering."

"Fine." You agree, knowing it was just an excuse to put Troy's mind at ease.

As Troy heads toward the source of the problem Jake keeps a steady pace at your side and begins to speak.

"So, how are you feeling now?"

"Actually quite a bit better today," you say honestly. "It's nice to be normal for a while."

Jake nods understandingly.

"That's good. I was getting worried about you being stuck in that bunkhouse for days."

You smile thinly, remembering how comfortable Troy's room was compared to your living arrangements.

"You don't need to worry. I'm feeling much stronger."

Jake pauses for a few moments and even though you don't share a connection that links your feelings you can still tell from his face he is contemplating asking you something. You smile at him.

"You know you really need to work on your poker face."

Jake looks at you, confused.

"What's up Jake?" You ask, making it clear you could read him like a book.

Again he hesitates, running his hand over his head just like Troy tends to do when thinking.

"I was just wondering how things are going... between you and Troy."

You feel your heart skip a beat and a slight heat rise in your cheeks.

"Really? Why?"

Silently you're wondering if Troy had said something to him. Brother's talk like that, didn't they?

"I just know how... intense... it can be when you find your soulmate. I thought I'd check in, see if you needed anything."

You smile a bit more warmly and shake my head.

"I think things are going fine. Although..." You remember earlier, the way Troy had seemed to shut off from you somehow.

"Actually, I do have a question. About soulmates."

Jake waits, looking at you expectantly.

"Is it possible to... hide something. You know, from the bond. Feelings?"

Jake tilts his head as if unsure of what you mean.

"Do you mean like being able to feel each other's presence?"

You shake your head.

"No I mean... I could tell something was wrong with Troy earlier. Something he didn't want to talk about. I couldn't get a sense on how he felt."

Jake continues to look confused until his face softens.

"You know, my brother is a... complicated person. It can take a while to get used to his habits. He doesn't really open up much but just give him time."

You begin to feel frustrated, Jake clearly was missing the point. He places a hand on your shoulder and gives a comforting squeeze.

"You know people think being soulmates is easy. That you'll just connect and everything will be perfect. But it's hard. A relationship still takes time and effort. You'll learn to understand each other and soon you'll be able to read Troy the same way you read me!"

Something begins to settle in your stomach as Jake speaks and you begin to realise something. You smile and laugh a little, as if what you're about to say was just a funny joke.

"I know right... wouldn't it be great if soulmates could just... feel what the other was feeling all the time!"

Jake lets out a laugh.

"Oh yeah, that'd make things a lot easier!"

Your stomach drops but you keep the smile on your face as you reach your bunk and Jake bids you a good evening. Once inside you sit on the edge of your bed and begin to shake slightly.

It was clear that Jake had never experienced a shared emotion with his soulmate. Was this just an exception between them specifically? Perhaps influenced by her sickness and closeness to death?

Or... was the exception you and Troy. Your bond.

Was their something wrong with you.

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