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Daryl Dixon x PlusSize!Reader - oneshot

Lucky Charm

Summary: Some people in your group get the flu. Winter is coming on strong, and Daryl does his best to keep the group safe and you warm. Reader is: plus-size, good at first aid, and in love with Daryl (aren't we all?). Tropes: Bed-sharing, first kiss, confessions, unfounded jealousy, fluff Warnings: Sickness (flu), walkers, dead turkey, hunger, Glenn with really bad timing. Notes: This was originally part of Scars and Stitches, but it didn't fit the timeline for that. I think this works well as a standalone story. So I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 4,600

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Carl was the first one to get sick. You didn’t think much of it; kids get sick easily. But then Rick started sniffling and running a fever. Still, your group kept going.

Next day, Lori was coughing almost nonstop, and you all had to find some place to settle for a few days. Glenn and Daryl managed to locate a small house down a dirt road, some cheaply made thing with only a few windows, and most of them so tiny it’d be hard to fit through. You picked the lock, then Glenn and Maggie cleared the house.

Once everyone was inside, the sick ones were quarantined in the two bedrooms: Lori in one, with Rick and Carl in the other. Hershel explained the quarantine rules, and then everyone got to work. With Maggie, you nailed whatever you could find over the windows, leaving small lookout points on each side of the house. Meanwhile, Glenn and Daryl set up jury rigged walker alarms in the form of cans and fishing line. Hershel saw to his patients, and Beth began boiling water over the fire Daryl had made in the small fireplace of the main room. Then, she managed to find 3 cans of green beans in the cabinets. Among the ten of you that was all you had to eat that day.

When Carol’s nose started running that night, she was put to bed with Lori.

Daryl was out the next day, from dawn to dusk. When he got back, you helped him make a couple of broths from roots and pine needles, all the food he was able to find. The sick got fed first, and what was left was shared among the rest of you.

On the bright side, you had plenty of water from a stream behind the house, and Daryl said there were no signs of walkers within half a mile radius.

You, Glenn, Maggie, and Daryl were the only ones who weren’t sick and could also take down walkers, so watch shifts were established among the four of you. Rick kept insisting on helping out, but Hershel was strict with the quarantine.

Days went by in a haze of routine. You kept watch when it was your turn and did your best to ignore how hungry you were. There was no use talking about it; all of you were going through the same thing.

On the morning of the fourth day, you sat on your sleeping bag daydreaming of spaghetti piled high with meatballs when Daryl started putting on his jacket and vest.

“Heading out?” you said.

Daryl gave you a small nod and put his crossbow over his shoulder.

“Wait up.” You got to your feet, but as you stood, the room spun. You threw a hand behind you, steadied yourself against the wall, and took a few deep breaths.

Daryl grabbed you by the bicep of your free arm. “You sick?” He blinked at you through his shaggy hair, grip tight but not painful. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was scared. But nothing scared Daryl Dixon.

“Not sick. Hungry. Like everyone else.”

He narrowed his eyes and took a step closer.

“Just stood up too fast,” you explained. “Not the first time I’ve gone hungry. I’m fine.”

He stared at you doubtfully for another moment before releasing you. “I’ll be back soon. May be something out there I ain’t found yet.”

“I figured. I’m going with you.”

“No you ain—”

“What if you get sick, too?” you interrupted. “You’ve been running yourself ragged. Going out most of the day foraging then back here to keep watch half the night.”

He stared at you.

You gazed past him to keep from meeting his eyes. “Don’t know what I’d–-what we’d do if something happened to you.” You took a deep breath and forced yourself to look at him. “I can be as quiet as you, so stop this loner bullshit and teach me. That way I can look for food in case something happens to you.”

“Must be my good luck charm,” Daryl murmured, pulling the crossbow bolt out of the turkey’s skull.

You never thought you’d salivate over feathers and wrinkled turkey feet, but every single part of that bird had your mouth watering..

“Just saw it out of the corner of my eye,” you explained. “Women have better peripheral vision than men. But men have better depth perception.”

Daryl held the turkey up by the neck. “Must have been eatin’ good. Got to be more somewhere we ain’t looked.”

“Tomorrow?” you asked, thoughts going to gravy and bone soup and chunks of juicy, dark meat.

He nodded and lowered the bird. “Got your knife?”

You pulled your knife from its holster and held it out to him.

He shook his head. “Still want to learn, don’t ya?”

Revulsion was nothing compared to your hunger and need to be useful. You nodded, taking the knife in hand, its familiar handle giving you a sudden burst of determination.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Daryl said, and he taught you to clean a turkey.

That night, everyone was the happiest they’d been in a while. Carefully rationed, the turkey would last you a few days more, and there was the hope of more beyond that now that Daryl knew a better place to hunt.

Maggie and Glenn insisted on sharing the night watch, so after supper, you were snuggled in your sleeping bag, content and hopeful and proud that everyone in your group had eaten that day.

Some time later, Daryl crawled into his own bed a couple of feet from yours. You couldn’t help turning to face him, your joy and excitement keeping you from sleep.

“Today was a good day,” you told him.

He gave you the briefest of nods as he settled, laying on his back, arms under his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for taking me with you. It felt good. Being useful for a change.”

“Who said you ain’t useful?”

“I’m not strong like you or Maggie, and Hershel actually knows what he’s doing. Just wanted to help, is all. So thanks.”

He didn’t say anything else–not that you expected him to–so you snuggled deeper into your bed, ready for sleep.

Beside you, Daryl shifted, getting comfortable. “You did,” he said, his voice low. “Help, I mean.”

Eyes opening slightly, you realized he was facing you, his crossbow and knife the only things separating your two beds.

“Thanks,” you said.

“It was nice. Havin’ you out there today. You can come next time, too.”

You couldn’t suppress your joy. “Really!?”

Daryl chuckled at you, “Yeah.”

“Thanks, Daryl.”

He flashed you the smallest of smiles. “Welcome. Now get some sleep.”

You woke up in the middle of the night, shivering from the cold. It was freezing in here.

Through bleary eyes, you looked across the room and saw Beth, with a handkerchief covering her mouth and nose, carrying a few blankets to the bedrooms. Hershel came out a moment later, headed in your direction.

Sitting up, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. “Beth sick?”

“No,” Hershel said. “But we’ve got a cold snap, and Rick and them need the extra blankets. Time for us to snuggle up and share.”

Nodding in understanding and ignoring your painfully cold toes and fingertips, you pulled out the extra blanket you had lining your sleeping bag and handed it to him.

Hershel took it, as well as two more from Daryl. “Beth and I will put our two sleeping bags together. Might be a good idea for you two to do the same.” Hershel adjusted the handkerchief over his mouth and went to check on his patients.

Wouldn’t it have made more sense for Hershel and Daryl to share?

Weary, you sighed. You didn’t have it in you to debate with the stubbornness of Hershel Greene, no matter the butterflies in your belly or anxiety in your chest.

Next to you, Daryl was already unzipping his sleeping bag all the way, huffing and grunting as he spread it face-up on the floor.

You stood, scurrying out of his way and gave your own bed a few small kicks to move it over. Still half asleep, you tried to accept this was really happening. Picking up your knife from under your pillow, you went to your pack for an extra pair of socks. By the time you returned, your sleeping bag was spread out, facedown on Daryl’s. He zipped up the far side, the bottom, and half of the near side. Then he started pulling jackets, flannel shirts and sweatshirts from his pack and laying them on top of the new bed.

Your new bed. That you would share. With Daryl.

Of course this made sense. Beth was still a kid, after all, and probably would want to stay close to her dad. Although never in the same bed or sleeping bag, you and Daryl usually slept beside each other. In fact, ever since your group had left the farm, sleeping next to Daryl felt as natural as waking up in the morning. It was part of your day like anything else.

For a month now, maybe more, you’d been trying not to think what that meant. That at the end of the world you’d met someone who made you feel the way Lizzie did for Darcy or Min felt for Cal. That it was for someone who was as loyal, dependable, and perfect as Daryl.

Forcing yourself to look away from him, you found your coat, jacket, and a couple of button downs, then helped Daryl pile them on top of the other clothes.

While you couldn’t imagine a world without Daryl, you also couldn’t imagine one in which he felt the same about you. Any affection he had for you was surely born out of his innate protectiveness and growing loyalty to the group.

You shook the fantasy of loving Daryl from your mind and moved your pillow to rest beside his, placing your knife under it.

Your knife. You remembered that afternoon on the farm, the laughter and teasing looks everyone gave you the next day. That time Maggie asked if you had any condoms left, having assumed Daryl was sleeping with you. Because of the way he was always staring.

Impossible.

You studied him, broad shoulders and strong back, muscular arms and dexterous hands.

He was too good for you in every way imaginable. You wouldn’t fool yourself into hoping for what would never happen. Best to keep a clear head.

“Good thinking with the coats and stuff,” you told him.

He glanced at you, but continued to study the bed. “I’ll take over watch from Maggie. You don’t gotta share with me.”

Without thinking, you took his forearm, wrapping your hand gently around it. “Daryl, you haven’t slept one night through in almost a week. It’s fine.” You paused, realization like a punch in the gut. “Unless you don’t want to share with me?”

He squinted at you, the muscle of his forearm suddenly tense. You let go.

“Why wouldn’t I want to share with you?” he asked

You gestured at your general existence, hoping he understood.

Without indicating one way or the other, he held up the open corner of the bed. “Get in.”

You crawled in between the sleeping bags, situating yourself as close to the far side as possible.

A moment later, the solid, comforting presence of Daryl was next to you, his broad shoulders taking up more room than you expected, his legs almost touching yours under the heavy weight of the sleeping bag and clothes.

“Ya alright?” He asked.

You exhaled a shaky breath. So close. Any resolve of not wanting him shattered with him so near. How easy it would be to touch him, to put your hand on his chest, to trace the line of his jaw, to let him kiss you.

“I’m good,” you lied.

Both of you were silent when Beth and Hershel returned, and you closed your eyes against the yearning threatening to claw its way out of you. Listening to the two of them settle in, you realized Daryl was motionless beside you, probably already asleep.

You turned to face away from him, dipping your nose under the covers to keep it warm.

Just when you’d resolved to start counting sheep, Daryl moved beside you.

“Thought you knew how I felt about ya,” he said, his voice a near inaudible rumble. “Carol said you didn’t, but yer smart. Figured you had me pegged.”

You rolled over, a mixture of hope and disbelief warring within you. Were you hearing him right?

“The way you feel about me?” you whispered.

He didn’t answer.

“Daryl,” you said, desperate for him to explain. “Say something. Please.”

The silence stretched on, oppressive and suffocating, until he finally whispered, “Thought you knew and just didn’t want me.”

The brokenness in his voice touched something deep within. “You were wrong,” you said, your heart in your throat. “Daryl, you were so wrong.”

You felt the lightest of touches on your jaw, first a trembling fingertip, then the full roughness of his calloused palm was cupping your cheek.

Eyes fluttering closed, you melted at his touch. Cold extremities forgotten, all you felt was his hand on you.

Daryl’s hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his hold on you firm and steady.

You reached for him, bold and needful. You threaded your fingers in his hair and cradled his head, wanting to hold him like the treasure he was.

Daryl pulled you to him; the softness of your body met the hardness of his. He kissed you, slow at first, and then he was demanding, clutching at you with his hands, drinking from you with his mouth. You held on for dear life, fingertips searching for any bit of exposed skin: his neck, the small of his back beneath his vest and shirt.

It felt so good to kiss him, like you’d been waiting all your life to breathe him in and lap at the fountain of his lips. He slid a leg between yours, pulling you impossibly nearer to him.

And there it was, the spark all the poets had written about, that Arthurian knights had died for. Your core shook with a desperate longing you’d never felt for another person, and as Daryl worked hard at your mouth, you found yourself wanting him to kiss you everywhere else, too.

The front door slammed open.

“DARYL!”

Glenn stood panicked in the doorway. In less than a few seconds, Daryl had extricated himself from your legs and arms, had pulled on his boots and crossbow, and was now on his way to the door.

“Where? How many?” he demanded.

“Not walkers,” Glenn explained, panting heavily. “People. Four or five, I don’t know. They took Maggie.”

Beth burst into tears.

“On foot?” Daryl asked.

Glenn nodded. “I can show you where they went.”

Daryl was almost out the door before suddenly turning around.

You were putting your knife on your belt, grabbing the nearest handgun, and scrambling to find your hiking boots.

“You ain’t goin’,” he said.

“But I–”

He grabbed your wrist and grunted at you. “You need to stay here and protect the others.”

Stunned that he trusted you to protect anyone, you nodded. And with one last look at you, he disappeared out the door.

Pressing a palm to the closed door, you willed yourself to focus on taking care of everyone and not letting yourself imagine the people you loved being murdered by strangers.

You took a quick inventory of the available weapons and ammo while Hershel consoled Beth. You decided the handgun was all you needed. If things got worse than that, you didn’t stand a chance, anyway.

Before your mind could travel farther down that dark path, you carefully loaded a shotgun, and set it next to Hershel. He had to be worried about Maggie, but he was doing his best to stay calm for Beth. You put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Daryl will get her back. Don’t worry.”

To your surprise, Hershel covered your hand with his own. “Thank you,” he said, with a small smile. “Dixon acts like a crazed wolf, but he’s good people. You both are.”

Unable to accept Hershel’s praise–-he gave it out so rarely-–you bowed your head in acknowledgement, touched by his words.

“I’ll keep close to the house and run back in if I see anything.”

“Good girl,” Hershel said, and turned his attention back to Beth.

On the walk back to the house, Daryl trailed behind Glenn and Maggie, remembering your taste and touch. First time in his life that it felt good to be wrong.

The stupid fucks who had taken Maggie were only after a woman to help some man’s wife give birth.

But it was over now, dawn was breaking, and he thought of you in bed next to him, soft and lush and so very warm.

Maggie squealed. “They were doin’ what?” She was full of giggles, smiling at Glenn, who cast a nervous glance back at Daryl.

“Mag-gie,” Glenn said.

Maggie stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face Daryl. “You mean, first good thing to happen in three months and I miss it? You couldn’t have waited until I got back, Daryl Dixon? You’ve been waitin’ so long already.”

He wanted to tell Maggie to fuck off, but he knew you wouldn’t like that. “You wanna double date?” he said. “Ain’t happenin’.”

Glenn took Maggie’s hand and urged her to keep walking, mouthing “sorry” over his shoulder.

The moment Glenn faced forward again, Daryl allowed himself a small smile.

When Daryl got back to the house, you weren’t where he left you, but Carl was. The kid opened the door, revolver in hand, stupid hat sitting crooked on his head. Once inside, Daryl saw Hershel and Beth by each of the windows, keeping careful watch out of the peepholes.

Fuck.

Beth leaped up from her post and ran into her sister, wrapping her arms around Maggie in a big hug.

“Where is she?” Daryl demanded.

Beth looked at him from the corner of her eye. “It was walkers. Just a couple, she said, but she went out to check if any more were nearby.” Beth offered him a sad smile. “She was really brave.”

Panic hit him, hard and fast, and Daryl found it suddenly hard to breathe. He ran outside to the fresh air and away from Beth’s pitying gaze.

Next thing he knew, the door swung open and Rick was beside him. Rick slapped a hand on his back.

“Good. Now that you’re back we can go after her and get on the road.”

Daryl scowled at him. “She ain’t dead?”

Rick furrowed his brow in confusion. “She went to see where those first two came from. Left about half an hour ago. Figured we could catch up and give her a hand.”

Daryl almost sank to his knees in relief, but he just nodded and went to find you.

He found you about an hour later, hands and jacket speckled with walker blood as you squatted on the forest floor, studying the dirt. Before Daryl could run to you and pull you tightly against him, you stood and gave Rick a big, warm smile.

Despite the sharp sting of rejection, Daryl instantly noticed something was off. Your eyes were a bit sunken and there was a sallow look to your cheeks.

“You look like you’re doing better,” you said to Rick.

Rick nodded, “But doesn’t look like you are.”

You shook your head. “Little under the weather, but I don’t think I’m bit. You can check to make sure.”

With a small nod, Rick holstered his revolver and began checking you for bites. His hands were going under your coat, up your sleeves, and around your legs.

Daryl growled low in his chest. Despite your doubts, he knew you weren’t bit. You’d never put anyone at risk, especially Carol and the kids. There was no need for Rick to touch you like that, to put his hands places only Daryl’s should be.

When Rick finished checking you over, he put an arm around your waist. “Let’s go back and get you cleaned up.”

You nodded at him, and Daryl resisted pulling you away from Rick’s possessive hold. As the two of you walked past him, you flashed him a quick smile, but said nothing as you let Rick be the one to lead you back to safety.

At the house, Daryl paced around the perimeter a few times, trying to calm down. The fourth lap had him even more heated, so he went inside, needing to keep an eye on you even if you wouldn’t speak to him.

Inside, Carol and Lori were up, too, making the main room crowded and stifling with activity. Everyone was packing up; Rick was eager to get on the road.

Daryl didn’t like the look of you as you put away the extra food and started folding his clothes. Unable to control himself any longer, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the nearest bedroom.

Once there, he held tight to your arm and looked you up and down. “You’re sick,” he said.

With your free hand, you touched your forehead. “I probably am.”

Daryl’s nostrils flared in frustration. “Then why is everybody actin’ like you ain’t?”

You wrested your arm away from him. “Because more walkers will find this place soon, and that other group already knows we’re here. Because this isn’t a safe place for Lori to have her baby. Rick thinks it’s best if we move on.”

Daryl had begun to trust Rick more and more in the past few months, but now jealousy and rage were calling all of that into question.

Daryl wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you, but he kept his distance. He wouldn’t let you play him for a fool.

“You doin’ all this for Rick, then?” he asked. “He gets up and about and suddenly you don’t want me no more?”

You took a step back, gawking at Daryl like he’d lost his mind.

“Answer me!” he demanded, images of Rick touching you plaguing him from one second and into the next.

“Rick is like my brother. I love him, but what I feel for him is nothing like what I feel for you.”

That was all Daryl needed to hear. He grabbed you by the shoulders, hauled you to him, and kissed you hard.

After a few seconds of his mouth on yours, you pulled away, and Daryl had to let you go.

“Daryl, you’re going to get sick, too if you keep doing that,” you said, clutching at his vest and resting your head on his chest. “Don’t make me worry about getting you sick.”

Worry? About him? No one in his life had worried about him, and he couldn’t see why anyone ever would. But you were sincere, with your touch and your words and the way you looked up at him. A tiny flicker of hope flared deep within. If you cared a fraction of what he cared for you, then maybe you did worry about him. Just a little.

You took a step back. “I didn’t want to make a big show when I saw you out there. I don’t know how you feel about everyone knowing, so I wasn’t going to tell them without talking it over with you.” You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “Besides, I don’t know what you want from this. From me.”

Everything. He wanted everything.

There were footsteps in the hall, and Daryl turned to find Rick standing in the doorway.

“Everything okay in here? We heard some yelling.”

Yelling? Daryl hadn’t been yelling, had he?

You jumped away from Daryl and turned to Rick. “We’re good. Little misunderstanding is all,” you said.

Daryl faced Rick, but kept his gaze on the floor. “Hershel say it was safe for her to keep goin’?” He grabbed you by the hand. “‘Cause if it ain’t, we’re stayin’. Y’all go on if ya want. I’ll look after her.”

Rick smiled with a twinkle in his eye. “I know you would, buddy. But Hershel said she looks worse than she is. Probably from not eating enough. He got a good sense of the virus from looking after all of us. If she keeps taking the acetaphil—atta-metacin---”

“Acetaminophen,” you supplied. “Tylenol.”

Rick nodded, “Yep. So long as she keeps taking that and gets enough to eat, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Right. Soon as you two are ready,” Rick said and left the room.

Without looking at you, Daryl said, “Glenn saw us. He told Maggie. ‘m sure everyone else knows by now.” He glanced at you, taking in your soft eyes and parted lips. He wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.

Forcing himself to look away, Daryl whispered. “Don’t care about them knowin’ or not knowin’.” He had to stop and strengthen himself against the insecurity ripping him apart. “I’m not askin’ for more than you already give me. But if you’re goin’ to let me kiss you and hold you, I don’t want nobody else touchin’ you like that.”

Too scared to look at you, he stared at the floor.

Daryl’s hand was trembling slightly in yours, and it infuriated you that he wouldn’t meet your gaze. This was Daryl, after all. Who’d looked men right in the eyes and shot them dead, who’d launched himself at a group of walkers armed with nothing but a hunting knife. One time not even that.

There was so much about him you still didn’t know or understand. Even now you only had a small glimpse of the man he was, and, despite his recent openness, you sensed more happening in that head of his than he would ever let on.

You leaned against him once more, breathing in the scent of the earth and leather, relishing it while you still could.

You took his chin in hand and forced him to look at you. “If you think I want anyone else kissing me, you have lost your damn mind. I have been pining after you—and only you—since what feels like the dawn of time.”

He blinked at you. After taking a moment to process what you said, he nodded.

Relieved, you let go and took a few steps away from him. “Now, I need something from you. Until I’m better, I want you to stay away from me. You are the best of us at finding food, and you’ll be healthier if I stay with Carol and Rick’s family.”

Daryl squinted. “What’s that goin’ to change? I already kissed ya last night and again today. I’m goin’ to get what you got anyway.”

“Viral load is still a variable,” you tried to explain. “It’s like walkers. One or two, not a big deal. Three, four, five? A bit dangerous. More than that? It just gets worse and worse. Viruses are the same way. The less exposure you have, the easier for your immune system to fight it off. I won’t have you risking more than you need to just for me. Okay?”

Daryl nodded, then said, “Alright.”

You exhaled, relieved.

“But,” he said, brushing hair out of his face and looking you in the eyes. “Once you’re better, nothing else is goin’ to keep me from bein’ with you. Wasted enough time already.”

Daryl left the room, and you had to take a moment to catch your breath.

How long had Daryl been feeling this way about you? Mind clouded by your mild fever and Daryl’s parting words, you left the room and got ready to hit the road.

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cathwritestragediesnotsins · 4 years

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Daryl x Plus size!reader (mentioned briefly)

word count: 4,330

Warnings: injury, cursing, Carl is an adorable lil sheriff man.

GIFS NOT MINE, I just gathered them from the world wide interweb.

Summary: Y/N is injured on a run and Daryl worries about her. Later Daryl gets jealous when he thinks he hears Y/N talking about another guy. (crappy summary bc tbh this story did not go where I thought it was gonna.)

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To say I was stuck between a rock and a hard place would definitely be an understatement.

I had ducked into a building-an old diner- just down the street to shield myself from the hailstorm of bullets coming from snipers set up on top of almost every building on main street.

Only to discover that building was very much overrun. I must’ve had about 17 walkers coming at me from all directions. I was worn out and bleeding out of a bullet wound to my left shoulder so it was very clear I wasn’t going to make it out of this one.

That, however, didn’t mean I was going to go down easy.

I pull out my knife and plunge it into the head of the nearest walker which gives me a few precious seconds to reload my gun. Once I’ve put in a new clip I start popping off rounds as fast as I can, taking out as many walkers as possible while making my way toward the counter situated near the back. My shoulder screams in protest to every movement and I’m starting to feel light headed but I press on.

I have to make it back. I have to make it back. I have to make it back. I have to make it back. I have to make it back.

I repeat this mantra over and over again in my head. Its the only thing keeping me conscious right now.

I reach the bar and shove myself over it to put something between the vicious hoards of biters that’re on my tail. There’s 9 left which would normally be a bit more manageable but not with the way my vision is starting to black out around the edges.

I shake my head to refocus and wipe the sweat off my brow before raising my gun again.

The room finally blurs out just as I’m about to pull the trigger.

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“Damn it” Daryl mutters to himself as he crouches down behind an old barrel situated toward the end of the street.

His ammo is running low, he can’t move without getting hit by the snipers, and he’s lost track of Y/N. He knew he shouldn’t have brought her along on this run.

He glances around frantically and decides to make his way into the closest building and hope it’s clear. He’s a sitting duck otherwise.

The archer takes a moment to hype himself up, inhaling and exhaling deeply, jumping in place a bit before he bolts.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

The sounds of guns firing goes wild as soon as he steps out from his hiding spot and even though it only takes Daryl a few seconds to reach his target it feels like an eternity as he waits for the feeling of lead, ripping and tearing through him.

He’s honestly more surprised than he’d like to admit when he makes it to his destination unscathed.

The door slams behind him, drawing the attention of several walkers crowded at the back of the building. He takes a couple shots before his guns clicks, signalling it’s empty. He shoves the useless weapon into his belt and whips the crossbow from where it had been slung across his shoulder blades. He picks off the walkers one by one, taking out the closest ones first so as to be able to retrieve his arrows.

He made quick work of the walkers and then started toward the back to see if there was a second way out, hoping he could sneak to the next building over to look for Y/N. He paused at the door to the kitchen to swing it open just a bit and make sure it was clear.

Just as he was about to step through the doorway he heard snarling and moaning. A familiar sound. A warning. A walker. He recoiled away from the door and put his back to the wall, scanning the room, trying to find the source of the noise. He could hear a scratching noise and something dragging against wood. It became clear that the commotion was coming from behind the bar so he crept over, quickly, bow at the ready.

When he rounds the corner he has a clear line of sight of a walker with it’s bottom half hacked off, scratching and clawing it’s way toward a body, lying on the floor in a small puddle of fresh blood.

Y/N

Daryl quickly puts an arrow in the head of the geek making it’s way toward you and steps over it to crouch down next to you, checking your pulse. He breathes a sigh of relief when he can feel the thumping of your blood rushing through your veins, but it’s barely there which concerns him. He rips off your outer shirt so he can get a better look at the wound and winces. It’s bad. He bunches up the material in his hands and presses it to the bullet hole in an attempt to slow down the bleeding. Daryl glances around wildly, searching for anything useful but he comes up empty. He knows it’s just a matter of time before the shooters come down from their perches and burst in this place, guns blazing.

He’s not too keen on moving you in your condition but he also knows he can’t take on that entire group of survivors by himself. He grits his jaw in determination, knowing that he really only has the one option.

Quickly, he pulls the belt off from around his waist and uses it to secure the shirt to your chest, keeping pressure on the entry point.

Then he swings his crossbow back over his torso and picks up your limp body bridal style. He makes his way toward the kitchen, with renewed urgency, wary of any walkers that might be lurking around, and locates the back door. He kicks it open, breaking the door jamb, and steps out into the day. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright sun. Then he’s off, running into the treeline located some 40 yards away, looking for some type of cover. It’s a risky move. He’s exposed, out in the open with no way to defend himself. But it’s your best option at the moment so he does it without batting an eye.

His heart is pounding in his ears as he runs across the empty space, holding you close to his chest. And then the shots ring out, shattering the silence. Daryl surges forward even faster, moving as fast as his legs can possible carry him. As soon as he is a good distance into the tree line he sets you down and pulls out his gun, shoving in a new magazine and taking out any of the shooters who try to get too close.

“C’mon, c’mon!” he grunts as he continues to engage in the fire fight. He’s on his last magazine. Daryl takes more care to aim and shoot only when he’s sure he’s got the target pinned down; but there are too many of them.

Suddenly he hears the squealing of tires and a familiar silver truck comes careening around the corner of one of the buildings. Daryl lets a relieved smile catch on his lips when he sees Sasha, Rick, Carol and Glenn standing in the bed of the truck, opening fire on his assailants. Rick is popping off rounds like a man of fire and the others follow his lead.

Maggie jolts the truck to a stop at the treeline and shouts out the passenger window, “Get in!”

Daryl wastes no time in putting away his weapon and carrying you toward the car. Maggie reaches back and throws open the door to the backseat and Daryl jumps in as quickly as possible while still holding you in his arms. Before the door was even closed Daryl was already shouting “Go! Go!”

“Hang on!” Maggie warned the guys in the back before speeding on out of there, leaving the marauders in their dust. Glenn, Carol, Sasha and Rick all whooped and high-fived, celebrating a mission well done.

Daryl looks down at you, your head laid in his lap. He knows you’re not out of the woods yet, you lost a lot of blood. “How is she?” Maggie asks, seeing Daryl’s concerned face in the rear view mirror. “Not good.” Daryl mumbles, “she needs blood as soon as possible” Maggie nods in understanding, turns her gaze back to the road, grits her jaw in determination and punches the gas. “We’re gonna make it” she states, as if there’s no question.

Daryl lays his head against the window, watching the blur of scenery go by.

He hopes she’s right.

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When I wake up I’m laying on my cot back in the prison. I sit up quickly and immediately cringe at the pain from my gunshot wound. “Woah woah woah!” a voice chastises and then Hershel appears beside me, pushing me to lie back down. “You’ll pull out your drip!” When I resist he huffs in annoyance.

“Where’s Daryl? Is he ok?” I ask, concern lacing my tone.

Hershel rolls his eyes and walks toward the cell door, leaning out and calling, “Daryl, she’s awake. She wants to see you.”

I hear heavy footsteps and then Hershel gives me a look before stepping out of the doorway to meet Daryl. They exchange a few hushed words and then Daryl steps into the room and the vet disappears down the hall. I situate myself to sit up against the headboard and once again wince as I forget to compensate for my left side. Daryl takes a step forward in concern but I wave him off.

“How do you feel?” the archer asks, taking a seat on the stool next to my bed. “Never better” I joke and Daryl rolls his eyes but I see an amused smile tug at his lips.

“How about you? Are you hurt?” I question, scanning over his body, looking for any obvious signs of trauma. He shakes his head, his jagged hair swishing around at the movement. “Naw, jus’ had some close calls is all.” he dismisses. I nod, not outwardly showing the relief that I actually feel.

“So, what happened? I thought I was done for for sure when I passed out in that room full of walkers.”

Daryl huffs out a quiet laugh with no real humor to it. “Yeah, thankfully I got there just in time. Took out the walkers and then found you behind the bar.” he explains. My eyes widen slightly and anxiety crawls through me, “You didn’t have to carry me all the way here did you?” I question nervously. I am definitely not the skinniest girl in the world. To be blunt...I’m fat. It doesn’t bother me anymore; I love myself and the way I look but this....this was different. I inwardly cringe at the thought of Daryl struggling to carry me all the way back to the prison.

Daryl cocks his head, giving me a weird look. He must’ve caught on to my discomfort. I double my efforts to appear normal.

“No, I carried you to the woods behind the building and then Rick and a group came and picked us up in the truck.”

“Oh. Ok.”

I was slightly relieved but also slightly mortified that Daryl had still had to carry me at all.

“Thank you.” I mumble quietly, looking at my hands, fidgeting with the bandanna wrapped around my wrist.

When I look up, Daryl ducks his head, looking back up at me through the ends of his hair. “No problem. ‘M just glad we got back in time.” he says, gesturing toward the bag of blood hanging from the top bunk and the tube attaching it to me.

“Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a couple minutes, neither of us knowing what to say. I am so embarrassed that I can barely look at him and yet at the same time I just want him near me; want him to stay. I wrack my head for anything to say to break the silence.

He stands up suddenly from the stool and fidgets awkwardly.

“Well, I’d uh, better get going. I’m on watch soon.”

“Oh, ok.” I say, not being able to help the smallest bit of disappointment from staining my voice. “Would you mind sending Beth in here to keep me company?” I request, already bored at the idea of having to stay in this tiny room by myself for the next week or so. Daryl nods and starts quickly toward the door.

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Daryl had hardly been to see me after that while I was recovering and everyone else was really busy so I was bored out of my mind every day that Hershel fussed at me to stay in bed. As soon as I didn’t feel like I’d pass out when I wore myself out I was up and about- though Hershel insisted I wear a sling.

Carl became by self-appointed body guard since I was unable to defend myself well at the moment so he now followed me nearly everywhere. I loved the kid and we had always been close but he was starting to drive me a bit insane.

“Carl, it’s fine, I’m just going to go for a walk.” I say, rolling my eyes as I fight with a 14 year old about leaving the building.

“Yeah but you should at least stay inside the fences. It’s not safe for you to be out there on your own!” he argues, keeping pace with me as I march toward the gate.

“What if you get caught off guard by a group?”

“I can still shoot a gun Carl, I’m not completely useless.”

“Yeah but you can’t reload it.” he retorts. I give him a look and he drops the snark. “C’mon, just let me come with you.”

“No, Carl. I need some time to myself.” I say firmly, coming to a stop in front of the gate. “So, you gonna help me open this or what?” I ask, gesturing toward the pulley system that controls the gateway. Just then I hear a gruff voice behind me.

“Whas’ going on here?” Daryl questions.

I turn, “Carl, won’t let me leave.” I complain. Daryl’s eyes shifted over to the lanky brown-haired boy under the sheriff’s hat.

“She shouldn’t be going outside the gates on her own!” he argues, voice tense with frustration.

Daryl’s gaze returns to me. “Kid’s right.” he mumbled, chewing on his lip subconsciously. I pretend I don’t notice every time he does that.

“Daryl...” I whine. “I just need some freaking space! I’ve been cooped up inside this place for too long!”

Daryl hums in thought as he continues to chew on his lower lip for a moment. “Guess you could come with me. ’M about to go huntin’” he grunts.

I raise my eyebrows and turn to look at Carl hopefully. “Is that good enough for you Sheriff?” I ask, using my playful nickname for the Grimes boy.

He rolls his eyes and waves his hand in dismissal. “Yeah, yeah whatever, that’s fine.” he huffs. He places his hand on the holster by his side and looks to Daryl, “just keep an eye on her.”

I scoff. “You know I’m the adult here right?” I sass. Carl just smirks before turning and loping away back to the prison. I roll my eyes. “That kid is crazy.”

Daryl huffs out a bit of a laugh, “Yeah, just like his old man.”

I laugh breezily and nod in agreement, watching Carl walk away.

“’M gonna go tell Rick we’re leaving and then we can go. Wait here.” Daryl instructs abruptly before stalking away toward the garden where Rick is harvesting the literal fruits of his labor. A small smile crosses my face. I’m glad Rick is getting to have this time of peace. He deserves it.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says behind me. I turn and smile at Michonne. “Hey. What’s up?”

The woman leans to my left a bit to look over my shoulder at Daryl and then looks back to me expectantly. “You tell me.”

I roll my eyes. “Stop.” I say in mock annoyance. Michonne pouts her lush lips at me. “When are you going to tell him?” she pesters. “I’m not!” I defend “For the billionth time Michonne, Daryl doesn’t think of me like that and I am not going to risk our friendship, ok?” It’s Michonne’s turn to roll her eyes at me. “When are you and Rick going to stop playing games and get together already?” I question, diverting her attention. She gives me a deadpan look which I return pointedly. I am just as stubborn as her, if not more so.

“Don’t try and change the subject” she says suddenly and I curse under my breath at my failed attempt. “You’re going hunting with him right?”

I nod hesitantly, unsure as to where she’s going with this.

“Good. It would be the perfect time to tell him!” she points out.

“No.”

“Oh c’mon Y/N! He obviously wants you too!”

“No!”

“At least think about it!” she pleads.

“Think about what?” Daryl says, suddenly right next to me. I jump a bit, startled. “Nothing.” I dismiss quickly, silently praying that Michonne will keep her mouth shut. I turn to Daryl, “You ready to go?” I ask. He nods, looking between Michonne and I with his eyes narrowed in curiosity.

“Alright then, let’s go. Michonne can you open the gate please?” I say, widening my eyes at her in a wordless warning to not say anything stupid. She rolls her eyes, “Yeah sure. But think about what I said.” she says, seriously before turning and marching toward the pulley system, tugging down the rope so the gate opened just enough for Daryl and I to slip out.

We sprint across the clearing around the prison and duck into the woods as quickly as we can, taking out any biters that get too close. Once we’ve put some distance between us and the clearing Daryl walks forward a few paces, eyes trained on the forest floor, searching for any trace of wildlife. I stay closer to the treeline, keeping watch while Daryl gets his bearings. Once I’m sure the coast is clear I walk over to where the hunter is crouched, looking at the muddy ground over his shoulder. “Find anything?” I question. He grunts, “Maybe.” and then stands up.

He starts walking farther into the woods and I follow loosely, enjoying being out of the confines of the prison for the first time in 2 weeks. There are birds swooping and playing around in the treetops and I lean my head back to watch them.

That was probably one of the things I missed most about before, the peace. I mean, of course I miss coffee and wifi and stuff but really, all of that you can live without. But peace, a feeling of safety, is irreplaceable. It’s not something I experience a lot these days but right now, outside, with the breeze playing in my hair and Daryl there to protect me, I feel safe. My eyes shine, smiling all on their own as they dance with the movements of the birds above head.

“So,” Daryl says, clearing his throat, interrupting the silence. I tip my head forward again to look at his back as he continues tracking. “You and Jamie huh?” he asks quietly. I cock my head to the side in confusion. “What?”

Daryl stops and shifts awkwardly, lowering his crossbow from where he had had it positioned just under his chin. “I heard you and Michonne talking about ‘im. You ain’t exactly subtle about having a thing for the guy.” Daryl says. I don’t miss the slight aggression in his voice.

Jamie was one of the new recruits we had picked up. Rick and a group that I happened to be part of had found him squatting in a storeroom at the back of a convenience store. I admit that Jamie is an attractive guy, ropey muscles, dark, curly hair and playful eyes. But even when he had attached himself to me his first couple of weeks at the prison I hadn’t given him a second glance, too enamored by Daryl to even consider something with Jamie. Once he got the message I wasn’t interested he and I had become friends, often ending up on watch together.

I scoff at the idea of me liking Jamie. “Yeah, um, no. Jamie is just a friend. He’s a nice guy and all but not my type.” I dismiss, shaking my head.

Daryl shoots me an unbelieving look over his shoulder.

“Seriously,” I defend, “I don’t like him like that.” I pause for a moment and then throw in offhandedly, “I prefer guys who are a bit more headstrong; independent.”

Daryl’s steps falter for just a second and I feel a flash of panic jolt through me, thinking maybe he caught on to my little hint. I stop too, still a few paces behind him and try to control my suddenly shaky breathing.

“I think I lost the trail.” he mumbles finally and I let out a relieved breath before my eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Daryl never loses a trail.

“Are you alright?”

“’M fine.” he snaps, starting forward again.

“Psh, yeah sure. That was convincing.” I sass back. When he doesn’t say anything else I jog to catch up with him, grabbing his arm to pull him to a stop.

“Seriously, what’s up?” I question, ducking my head to catch his gaze when he looks down.

“Nothin’, get off me woman!” he bites but it’s half-hearted. I give him a look, paying no mind to his rude behavior “Daryl, c’mon, just tell me what’s bothering you.” I press, my voice tinged with concern.

“NOTHIN’!” he shouts, yanking his arm away from my grasp. “Just leave me the fuck alone and go back to your damn boyfriend!”

I flinch at first but then my face scrunches in anger and I roll my eyes. “We’ve already covered this dumbass. Jamie and I are just friends. Why do you care anyway?” I spit, crossing my arms in annoyance.

He turns and starts marching away, muttering something under his breath.

“No,” I call indignantly, traipsing after him “whatever you have to say, grow a pair and say it to my face.” I nag, not ready to let this go.

Daryl stops and whirls around to face me so suddenly that I nearly crash into him.

“Ya wanna know why I care?” he growls, his jaw gritted and eyes boring into mine. My mouth opens but no words come out. I’m momentarily caught off guard. He seems to take this as a sign to continue.

“Because, I was a fucking idiot and I let myself fall in love with you.” he yells, swinging his arm around is agitation like he always does.

My eyes widen in shock and disbelief at his confession. The gears in my brain seem to be working double time, trying to figure out what he could possibly mean other than that and my eyes dart around his features, looking for a lie.

I find none.

“Daryl, I-” I say and then cut myself off. I am at a loss for words. I never in a million years expected this to happen. Daryl makes a noise in the back of his throat at my lack of words and his eyes harden. I know it’s only to cover up the hurt though. His lips part and I can tell he is about to say something else so I speak up first,

“Do you mean that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pauses at that, looking taken aback. His countenance softening when he sees the vulnerability in my eyes. I am raw, exposed. He hesitates for a moment and then nods slowly, uncertainly.

There is silence for another moment as I process his reply. And then a smile breaks out onto my face while a airy laugh of relief slips past my lips.

“I love you too.” I tell him. “I have for a long time. I love you, Daryl.” I exclaim, my voice gaining more conviction as I gain confidence. He grins at me and I love the way his eyes squint with happiness. It’s a rare and beautiful sight which only serves to make my heart swell. He reaches forward and gathers me into his arms, hugging me to him tightly. I immediately return his embrace, burying my face into his worn leather vest. He quickly pulls away just enough to kiss me, strong arms still holding me as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear, though he moves a hand to cup the back of my neck. I melt into the kiss, leaning up on my toes to meet him halfway. His scruffy facial hair brushes against my cheeks which makes me smile. I feel light-headed; dizzy but in the best kind of way. He kisses me so hard that he has to tighten his grip on my waist to keep me in place. We’re both smiling when we finally pull away, our foreheads rested against each other as we pant for breath.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” I ask, genuinely curious.

He pulls away enough to lower his head and shrugs, turning shy again. “D’know, just thought a girl like you wouldn’t want a guy like me.” he murmers. I smile adoringly at him, placing my hand on his cheek to get him to look at me. “Well I guess we’re both idiots because I thought a guy like you wouldn’t want a girl like me.”

His eyes lock onto mine, looking slightly alarmed. “I do.” he insists. I laugh, leaning closer to his again so that our breaths mingle. “And I want you too.”

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Trauma

Emma Duval x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1235 words

Warnings:PTSD

Summary: Helping Emma deal with everything that comes from watching your friends get murdered.

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Emma had been through something most people would go their whole lives without experiencing.

It was traumatic and horrible, and you couldn't even begin to understand what she was going through. You knew that, but even understanding that completely didn't give you the tools you needed to make her feel better.

For you, seeing her like this was a fate worse than death. No matter what you did, you couldn't figure this out, and you were so desperate to do so. You loved her, but there was nothing you could do to make this go away.

She wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping and lately, you'd caught her trying to figure out if hallucinations were okay to have, which they certainly weren't. It was putting you under intense stress, racking your brain to try and figure out how you could help her.

...And the worst part was that you knew it wasn't going to do any good.

Ever since Will's accident, she had been through every shrink and therapist in Lakewood and no one had anything useful to say about it. The only thing they could do was prescribe her pills and medicine that would make her numb.

However, all that was just circumstantial in all of this. More than anything, Emma had decided to shut out everyone in her life that cared about her, including you and all her friends. It terrified you to know that she couldn't even rely on you.

To say that you were desperate would be an understatement.

"I would really appreciate it if you would talk to me, Em" you tried, sitting down at the bar of the coffee shop. You had done as she'd asked and left her alone as school, for the most part, but it was driving you insane.

All you wanted to do was be there for the girl you loved. You would have done anything to make it better, or to at least make it hurt less. If there was some way you could just take the pain on yourself so she didn't have to feel it, you would do it in a heartbeat.

"Please"

It was no more than a single word, but at that, her head snapped up at you. It was just a glance, more than you expected. You could see the pain there, shining in the green, blue pools of her eyes.

Normally when she looked at you, it was with joy or amusement but now, all traces of that was gone. All she could think about was all the terrible things you'd been going through lately and that overshadowed anything else.

"There is nothing to say" that was all she could give you, and you knew better than to push. However, you just weren't used to the cold tone in her voice or the strange way she was acting. It made all the sense in the world, but that didn't make it any easier to live with.

You just loved her so much, and you were desperate to help her heal. The only trouble was that really wasn't an option. The only person who could make this all go away was whoever was tormenting her in the first place.

"I know. It's killing me that I can't just make this all go away" you grinned, reaching out to take her hand in your own. The movement was a lot slower than it normally would have been under normal circumstances but you were trying to be careful.

You understood how hard she had been struggling these last few days, and you didn't want to make it any worse, even accidentally.

...But she took it, no words necessary.

It was all insane, of course, but even if she couldn't talk about all the things that were driving her crazy, at least she had you to rely on. "We don't have to talk about it, just don't leave me alone" she whispered finally, her grip only tightening on your hand.

The action itself could only be described as desperate, but you didn't mind. Being this close to her only calmed your anxiety if nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, trust me" you hummed, gingerly leaning your head against her shoulder.

"I'm never ever going to leave you alone again"

You hadn't seen Emma in person in a few days. When she started hallucinating more and more aggressively, Maggie insisted on having her admitted into the hospital for a few days. It was far from ideal and really worried you but you understood why.

If it was necessary for her health, there was no way you were going to say no. The last thing you wanted was for Emma to hurt herself.

Still, late night messages on Facebook and vague texts were doing little to make you feel better. You missed her, and you needed to make sure that she was alright with your own two eyes. So, you gave her a call in the morning and asked if it was okay to visit.

It was a longshot, and you had to go through a few different hoops to make sure that it was safe to see her in person but once you got the green light, you went over as quickly as you could.

You had been anxiously pacing for days, trying to convince yourself that everything was going to be fine even though every passing day made you question that notion. Every time you thought it was going to be okay, something else went wrong.

...But not today

You had decided that today was going to strictly be for you to see your girlfriend, who you loved and missed terribly. Anything else was going to have to wait, it had been too long since you'd been able to so much as hold her hand.

When you finally opened the door, you found her curled up in her bed, wearing that fluffy pink robe she always wore at home when she was sick. It made her feel better to be all comfy and cuddled up, something you were sure she was glad she'd brought.

"Hey, they told me you might drop by" she started, giving you a small smile. You could tell that if nothing else, she'd gotten some sleep while she was in here, but not nearly enough.

You smiled, coming to sit on the end of her bed, making sure to close the door on your way in. "I would have brought you a coffee but they said you can't have it with your meds, so I brought this instead" you tried, handing her the small teddy bear you'd brought.

You picked it up on your way up from the giftshop, hoping it would make an okay replacement for any actual gift you could pick out for her had it not been under such short notice.

"Yeah, it's probably better that I avoid caffeine right now" she laughed, reaching out to take your hand in her own again, just as she did before. It was only a second, but it was the closest the two of you had been in days.

Just being in her vicinity made you feel so much better than you had before now. It had been a rough couple days, but when you cuddled up to her on that hospital bed, everything felt right in the world.

...And even if it was just for a few minutes, you felt at peace.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 4 years

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Sunshine ( Daryl Dixon One-shot )

Summary: Plus Size Reader fic! Based off the prompts: "Oh, I don't- I don't think that's suppose to look like that." & "Don't look at me like that"

This is for @spnhollis writing challenge, you all should give her a follow, I absolutely love her fics and she is such an amazing person! Sorry it’s taken me so long to finally post this.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 4k

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

"Think we'll find anything?" You called out over the rumble of Daryl's motorcycle while you sat on the back with your arms wrapped around his midsection.

"Doubt it." Daryl muttered over his shoulder before he focused back on the rode causing you rolled your eyes.

"C'mon be optimistic. I have a good feeling about this supply run." You responded leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head.

Daryl slowed the motorcycle down, pulling over onto the side of the road and turning the engine off. The town you were scavenging was about a mile down the road, so you figured you'd walk the last part and enter the town silently.

"Why ya always so damn happy?" Daryl asked, looking over his shoulder with a hint of a smile forming on his lips as he watched you climb off the motorcycle.

"It's a beautiful day. We're still breathing. Our family back at the prison are still breathing. Why shouldn't I be happy?" You questioned, turning around as Daryl kicked the stand down and dismounted the bike too.

"Don't ever change,sunshine." He muttered holding his arm out towards you and you chuckled as you let him pull you into a hug, his hands resting over the curves of your hips as he kissed the top of your head.

"You're such a softie." You teased causing Daryl to snort as he pulled away.

"Ain't soft. C'mon." He muttered, grabbing his crossbow from the mount on the front of his bike before the two of you began walking the rest of the way to the town.

You and Daryl had been together since the horrible winter after the farm got overrun and had practically been inseparable since.

You were a bigger girl, especially compared to your two sisters Maggie and Beth. You weren't like those two and you grew up always being compared to them and you hated it, but as you got older you learnt to ignore those kinds of people. Yes, you weren't supermodel thin or had a thigh gap or could fit into size 2 clothing, but you were strong and knew how to take care of yourself. That's what attracted Daryl to you.

You never took any of his bullshit when he first got to the farm and you were the only Greene member to actually help Rick's group look for Sophia. Things started off bumpy between you and Daryl at the farm, but once the farm fell and the winter kicked in, the two of you became close.

Otis had taught you how to hunt when you were a little girl, so it was always you and Daryl who went out hunting to try provide for the group. At first he was a bit reluctant to take you out into the woods, but he quickly discovered that you knew what you were doing and were damn good at it.

During those cold months, moving from house to house to stay alive, you and Daryl started to get close, literally. During those freezing nights everyone cuddled together during the night and somehow you and Daryl gravitated towards each other. Always sleeping beside each other, your shoulders or backs touching slightly.

On one particular freezing night, you had given your spare blanket to Beth. You were lying beside Daryl shivering when suddenly you felt his hand gently grab your shoulder and before you knew what was happening he began to pull you into his body. You quickly hugged him back, welcoming the warmth and touch as the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

After that, the two of you would always do it and it became a common occurrence. Over time the hugging and snuggling became more than just trying to keep warm and you and Daryl became a couple.

To this day, you still have no idea how someone like Daryl, someone so handsome, so strong, so kind, someone so out of your league, why would he want to be with you? Yes, you could hold your own and had no trouble protecting yourself or your family, thanks to the hunting and shooting skills Otis had taught you. But, there were so many better looking women in your group and literally all of them were skinnier than you and you couldn't figure out why Daryl had chosen you.

You never bought the topic up with him though. Mainly because you were afraid of what he was going to say or maybe that he hadn't even thought about it and by saying it, he might realise that you're right and you wouldn't be able to deal with that, so you never said anything.

Silently the two of you entered the small town and to your surprise there were only a couple walkers stumbling down the Main Street.

Daryl pointed towards the walkers, communicating silently and you knew exactly what he was saying as he raised his crossbow and you pulled out your duel daggers from your belt.

You took out the closest walkers, while Daryl shot at the ones further away and within seconds it was over.

"Pharmacy first then the bar to see if they have any concealed weapons in there?" You suggested, pulling your dagger out the last walker and looked over at Daryl as he reloaded his crossbow with a small nod.

You tucked your daggers back through your belt and began to follow Daryl towards the small pharmacy across the road.

He banged the butt of his crossbow against the front door and waited for a moment to make sure the coast was clear before he opened the door. You walked in first, drawing your daggers out as you scanned the area before giving Daryl a small nod as he followed.

Neither of you needed to speak to know what the other was thinking as you veered off to the left and Daryl went right. The two of you had gone on hundreds of supply runs and hunts since leaving the farm. Especially during those months before the prison. It was always the two of you going off to scavenge for the group, sometimes Glenn and Maggie would tag along, but you and Daryl worked better alone.

You knew how each other moved, how each other thought, how each other fought, and knew what the other was thinking without so much as a word. Rick and Maggie teased you about it all the time and at first the two of you got flustered by it, not liking the teasing and attention, but now you just took it in your stride.

"I told you I had a good feeling about this." You called out, your eyes scanning the shelves behind the counter, full of various painkillers and antibiotics.

Daryl pulled the backpack from his shoulders and threw it over the counter towards you. You caught it with ease and began filling the bag while Daryl looked around the rest of the store, trying to find anything else useful.

In the end, you had grabbed all the medicine from behind the counter. Daryl had filled the rest of the bag up with various bandages, band aids, stitches and cough medicine before the two of you made your way towards the bar across the road.

Although the pharmacy was a hit, the bar had been completely scavenged. Not even shitty bottles of passion pop were left behind.

"Still have a good feeling about this run?" Daryl teased, as the two of you stopped in the middle of the store.

You turned around to face him to find him already looking at you with a hint of a grin forming on his lips and you rolled your eyes.

"Actually, I do. There's gotta be something in here worth scavenging." You insisted causing Daryl to chuckle at your stubbornness.

He began to wander around front counter to try help find something before he spotted a pull up door on the wooden floor that clearly lead to come kind of cellar in the basement.

"Hey, I think there's some kind of basement-" Daryl began to say as you walked over to him, but he didn't get to finish his sentence before the floor suddenly cracked.

Your eyes widened, realising that with all the alcohol that had been split on the wooden floorboards, the wood was no doubt rotten.

"Daryl!" You yelled, quickly pushing him out the way before the floor gave way and the last thing you were aware of was your body falling through the floor before everything turned black.

The next few minutes went by in a blur and you weren't entirely sure you were even conscious as Daryl's voice snapped you out of your haze.

"Y/N! Hey, can you hear me? Y/N?" Daryl shouted and you forced your eyes open as you stared at the large hole in the roof in confusion.

It took you a few seconds to realise that was where the floor had gave way and you were lying on the ground in the basement. You could see Daryl crouched down looking through the hole and you sighed with relief realising that he hadn't fallen through.

"I'm fine." You called back, staring up at Daryl before you looked around the room realising that you were in some kind of cellar, but as you tried to move searing pain ripped through your shoulder.

"Fuck." You winced, looking down at your arm, but you couldn't see anything with your long sleeved flannel on, but by the ripping pain running from your shoulder down to your elbow, you knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Are ya hurt?" Daryl questioned, slight panic laced his tone as he stared down at you, but you knew he couldn't see you very well since the only source of light was coming through the hole in the roof.

"I-I don't know." You stuttered, forcing yourself into a sitting position as you stared down at your left arm before you managed to stand yourself up.

You were pretty sure your arm wasn't broken, but it really hurt and you had no idea what was wrong.

"I'm comin' down." Daryl responded and before you could even respond Daryl was jumping down through the hole and within seconds he was standing by your side.

"What's wrong?" He quickly questioned, his hands grabbing your shoulders, but the second he touched your left shoulder you winced, quickly pulling away and Daryl instantly let go.

"Something wrong with my arm." You groaned as you began to carefully pull your jacket off, which turned out to be hard with only one good arm and Daryl quickly realised what you were trying to do and helped you take the jacket off.

"Oh, I don't- I don't think that's supposed to look like that." You mumbled, staring down at your arm in confusion. You were wearing a tank top underneath the jacket and you could clearly see your shoulder, but something was definitely wrong and you were pretty sure your shoulder didn't look right.

"Nah, it ain't. Your shoulder is dislocated." Daryl informed and your eyes went wide with shock as you looked away from your shoulder towards Daryl who was standing in front of you worriedly, clearly unsure what to do next.

"That means it needs to be popped back in right? Needs to be set back in place?" You asked, but you didn't really want to know the answer to that and Daryl nodded.

"Do ya trust me?" He asked softly as he gently grabbed your wrist of your bad arm, but didn't move your arm in the slightest as you nodded.

"I know how to pop 'em back in 'n it's gonna hurt like a bitch while I do it, but after that it will feel a lot better." Daryl explained and you nodded again, taking a deep breath.

"I trust you. Just get it over with." You answered, looking down at your shoulder before Daryl gently grabbed your chin with his free hand and lifted your head.

"Don't look at it, just look at me." Daryl instructed as you lifted your gaze and your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones and you nodded.

Daryl stared at you for a few seconds to make sure you were looking at him before he focused on your arm.

He gently straightened your left arm out while you kept your eyes on his face, tracing over every detail, every mole and every hair to try and distract yourself as Daryl began to lift your arm up while pushing it towards you gently.

Pain spiked through your shoulder as he moved it and you had to squeeze your eyes shut, biting your tongue to stop yourself from groaning. Suddenly, you felt the shoulder pop back into place and the pain immediately reduced drastically.

It was like instant relief and you sighed, opening your eyes to find Daryl now looking at you again with worried eyes.

"Ya alright?" He asked and you nodded and he sighed with relief. "It's still gonna hurt for a while 'n ya won't be able to move it much at least not for a couple of days." Daryl began to say as he picked up your flannel from the ground and began to tie up a makeshift sling for your arm until he had it set perfect with your arm cradled to your chest.

"How do you know how to do all of this?" You asked, once he finished with the sling.

"Fell off Merle's bike once 'n dislocated my shoulder. He had to pop it back in 'n did the same thing for me. It's not that hard, but I know how much it hurts." He answered, his eyes flashing over the makeshift sling and you nodded in agreement.

"How are we going to get out of here?" You asked, looking up at the hole in the roof before you glanced over at the staircase and realised that the top half of the stairs had snapped off. There was no way you'd be able to climb the remaining section with only one arm.

Daryl didn't answer your question as he walked over to the stairs and grabbed the railing and tried to shake it. The stairs didn't budge and he nodded to himself, satisfied that they were going to hold.

You watched as Daryl began to climb the stairs until he reached the top one and reached up towards the hole in the wall. He could easily reach it and grabbed the edge of the hole with both hands and pulled himself up.

You remained standing where you were and stared at him in disbelief. How the hell were you meant to do that?

"Just follow what I did." Daryl instructed as he dropped himself onto his stomach and leant over the edge of the hole as he pointed towards the broken staircase, but you shook your head.

There was no way you'd be able to pull yourself up like Daryl did, even if you didn't hurt your left arm.

"You'll be fine, just trust me." Daryl added, noticing your slight hesitation.

You stared at Daryl for a few seconds, contemplating what to do, but you knew there wasn't any other way. The longer you waited the longer Daryl was lying up there prone to any walkers drawn in from the crash.

"Okay." You answered, trying to make your voice sound confident as you took a deep breath, but you were anything but confident as you walked over to the stairs and began climbing up. Within seconds you reached the top of the stairs and grabbed the edge of the hole with your good arm, but there was no way in hell you'd be able to pull yourself up.

"Grab my hand, I got ya." Daryl reassured and you looked up at him as he sat himself up into a crouch and held his hand out towards you and you shook your head. That would not end well.

"No, I'm too heavy, I'll hurt you." You quickly responded, looking up at Daryl who frowned at what you just said before he shook his head.

"Ya ain't. Now, take my hand, I'll pull ya up." He insisted, but you didn't move as you kept your good hand holding onto the edge of the hole as you stared at Daryl who sighed, before he grabbed your hand from the edged and held it tightly.

"I got ya. Just trust me, girl." He said and before you even had a chance to respond, he began to pull you up and to your shock he actually did within a few seconds.

"Here, take these." Daryl suddenly said a moment later as he pulled out a packet of painkillers from the backpack and handed it to you.

You were still trying to process how Daryl actually pulled you up to begin with as you took the packet and popped a few of the tablets out before handing the packet back.

Your shoulder was thumping in pain, but no where near as bad as it had been when it was still dislocated and having it in the sling had helped, but you just felt useless.

If you came across a herd of walkers, you'd only have one good arm and although you were a good shot with your handgun, you would still be a liability for Daryl and you hated feeling helpless.

"C'mon. Gotta get ya back to the prison." Daryl said, snapping you out of your thoughts and you simply nodded, not really knowing what to say.

You had no idea how long it took for dislocations to heal and you hated just sitting around and not doing anything to help. You had proven yourself to the group many times now and you knew Rick and the others would want to just rest and let your shoulder heal, but you didn't want to be useless.

Neither of you spoke as you made your way out the bar, Daryl carrying the backpack of medical supplies over his back while he held his crossbow in his hands.

There were a few walkers stumbling down the street towards the bar, no doubt being drawn in from the crash, but Daryl easily took care of them with his crossbow while you stood back and watched helplessly.

"Usually I can't get ya to shut up, ya alright? Do want more painkillers?" Daryl asked worriedly as he walked back over to you after taking down the walkers. The two of you continuing to walk down the main street in the direction of his motorcycle.

"I'm fine... just don't like being useless." You mumbled, looking down at your feet as you walked.

"Ya ain't useless. Ya don't need both arms to shoot and you're the best shot outta all of us. Ya ain't useless, girl." Daryl insisted and you sighed, lifting your head to look at him.

You were about to argue with what he just said before your eyes widened when you saw a walker right behind him.

"Duck!" You quickly shouted, pulling out your handgun from the holster on your belt and Daryl didn't hesitate as he ducked out the way, trusting you blindly.

You raised your sights and squeezed the trigger, watching in relief as the bullet pierced straight through the walkers head as it dropped to the ground, dead for good.

Daryl glanced over his shoulder in confusion, wondering why he had to duck and what you just shot at before he spotted the walker lying on the ground right behind him. He chuckled in relief as he stood up and turned back towards you with an 'I told you so' expression.

"Don't look at me like that." You responded, holstering your handgun as Daryl raised his eyebrows at you, but he didn't need to say anything as the two of you continued walking down the road. But, you were starting to wish you never left his motorcycle so far out of town.

Neither of you spoke after that, but you didn't need to say anything. Daryl had been right, you did feel useless, but you could still shoot and in this world, that was all that mattered. As long as you could protect yourself and the ones you loved then who cared if you only had one good arm for the time being.

It took nearly 30 minutes before you reached motorcycle and you mounted the bike, taking your usual seat at the back like you had done a thousand times before, but Daryl didn't make a move to climb on the bike.

You looked up at him in confusion and you knew by the look on his face that he wanted to say something.

"What is it?" You asked, looking up at him as Daryl rubbed his face with his hands.

"Why'd ya say that shit before? 'Bout ya hurtin' me when I pulled ya up?" He questioned, a hint of annoyance in his tone as he stared at you with an unreadable expression.

"I know you're strong, but I'm not exactly the lightest person. You don't have pretend." You responded with a shrug.

It wasn't hard to notice that you were a bit more thicker than the other women in the group. Even in the apocalypse with limited food and resources, you were still a bigger woman, it was just who you were.

"Ain't pretending nothin'. Your perfect how ya are." He stated, looking at you up and down as you raised your eyebrow at him in disbelief.

"Bullshit. Have you seen the other women in our group? Maggie? Michonne? Sasha? They don't have an ounce of fat on them. They're skinny, they're pretty, they have a thigh gap, they've probably never had to worry about their weight or what other people thought about them... and then there's me. The exact opposite. Why are you even with me? You could have any of those other skinny women at the prison." You questioned, unable to stop the sadness in your tone.

You could feel tears starting to rise in your eyes, but you had no idea why you were even getting emotional about this. It wasn't new. You had always been the bigger girl, none of this was new, why were you getting so upset?

"Hey." Daryl said gently, walking over to you as he sat down on the motorcycle with his back against then handle bars so he was facing you as he took your good hand with his.

"I don't want anyone else, I have the most amazin' girl in the world. You're beautiful 'n you're a badass-" Daryl began to say, squeezing your hands gently, but you just chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief as you felt a silent tear trickle down your cheek.

"Don't laugh, I'm being serious. Ya pushed me out the way before the floor collapsed, ya saved me 'n got yourself hurt in the process. I hate that ya did that, but ya always protect the group, always look out for me. You're strong, you're brave, you're always happy 'n makin' the best outta every situation. I love ya 'n I love your curves, you're perfect how ya are." Daryl insisted, taking one hand off yours as he rested it over your hip and leant forward.

"You're delusional, Dixon." You responded quietly, your eyes locking with his as he shook his head and glanced down at your lips before he shuffled closer and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you gently.

"Nah, I ain't." He whispered against your lips as he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours and softly brushed the stray tear from your cheek. "I love ya exactly how ya are, Sunshine."

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

This was my first ever plus size!reader fic, I hope you all liked it.

Just a small disclaimer, I don’t know a lot about dislocated shoulders and I purely based this entire thing on my own experience with dislocating my shoulder (I’ve done it twice playing netball) and it fucking sucks and I really wanted to make my experience at least useful for something, so I put it in a fic.

Anyway, hopefully sometime this weekend I ill post the first chapter of my new Daryl x reader series, but until then stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

#Daryl Dixon #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead imagine #Norman Reedus #plus size reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader

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Round 2! I tried to shorten the answers so as not to be repetitive, and I also added new FAQs for your convenience. My past self who wrote my first FAQ annoys me, and this one is more thorough anyway, so here you go. I still can’t believe you all actually interact with me enough that I have to make one of these.

Questions up here, answers under the cut.

anti sjm basics

1. why are you an anti?

2. why are you specifically anti SJM?

3. do you like anything about SJM’s books?

4. terminology and practices

5. why do you hold SJM to a higher standard than other authors?/why do you focus on criticizing this one woman more harshly than you do men?

6. did you see what xyz stan did?

7. are you an anti for non-SJM stuff?

best of (in my humble opinion)

diversity and sensitivity

8. I have a question about writing and/or how to portray xyz identity...

9. can you please tag...?

10. is it okay if I like [x author]/[y series] even if I know they’re problematic?

11. what are your suggestions for aspiring authors who want to write diversely?

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12. is it okay if I message you?

13. why don’t you post about books/shows/movies you actually like?

14. favorites?

15. book suggestions?

16. are you a writer/what are you writing/do you plan on publishing?

17. is it okay if I follow you on other social media?

18. fandom research

19. when did you start your blog?

20. how did you decide your url?

anti SJM basics

1. why are you an anti?

I love thinking critically about the media I consume. Though I wouldn’t say I’m particularly “anti” any text or author, some people classify any criticism as “anti.” To respect people in the main tags, I post in anti tags so they don’t have to see critical posts. Otherwise, I love talking about positive, neutral, and negative aspects of books.

2. why are you specifically anti SJM?

The Anti SJM Manifesto

What made you turn into an anti? x x

Rowan/Rowaelin: x x x

The fandom: x x x x x x

3. do you like anything about SJM’s books?

Yes. I like a lot of SJM’s ideas, but I don’t like how they’re executed at all. I highly enjoyed TAB, TOG-HOF, and the witch storyline of QOS. My favorite TOG characters are Manon, Chaol, Nehemia, and Sorscha. Honorable mention for Lysandra, Kaltain, and Asterin. My favorite ACOTAR characters are Nesta, Lucien, and Tarquin. Additional links: x x x x

If you want my positive thoughts on certain SJM characters, look up: “anti sjm: [character name]” and you’ll find them.

4. terminology and practices:

Anti SJM Glossary. Seeing as many of us have had bad experiences with stans and in one case, authors, we censor names so our posts stay in our own tags.

What is soap dick? From August 2018 x x.

Manongate? when KOA came out, Charlie Bowater’s promotional art (x) depicted Manon as Asian. Here’s more on why that’s a problematic and lazy decision on SJM and Bloomsbury’s part: x x.

5. why do you hold SJM to a higher standard than other authors?/why do you focus on criticizing this one woman more harshly than you do men?

SJM alone out of all the biggest YA authors has yet to make craft improvements or display a social awareness similar to what I’ve seen from her colleagues. I give all authors an equal chance, but SJM’s writing and behavior has significantly decreased in quality compared to other fantasy authors despite her books being lauded as complex and feminist works. However, I’m not perfect, so do feel welcome to send me an ask if you think I’m being unfair.

The anti SJM community is focused on women because we all mainly read women. Critiquing women doesn’t mean we are unaware, dismissive of, or silent about the issues in men’s work. The “anti” movements for the likes of GRRM do exist, but under a different name than “anti”–there are thousands of critical meta blogs, book/TV critics and reviewers, Youtubers, etc out there who discuss his flaws in depth. I also have lengthy anti GRRM, anti GOT, and anti ASOIAF tags. Finally, I personally find critiquing and discussing women’s work a lot more interesting, productive, and empowering than doing the same for men, especially because my blog’s focus is on the YA author/transformative fan community at large.

About Leigh Bardugo: x x x x x x x

About GRRM (and GOT): x x x x x x x

About Tolkien: I've only read The Hobbit and a third of Fellowship of the Ring, and I’ve only watched FotR, so I don’t say much about him at all.

6. did you see what xyz stan did?

Probably not, especially if what they did was off Tumblr. I don’t look at stan accounts unless someone informs me that my posts or I have come up in conversation on their blog. Any specific stan urls in asks will be redacted both for their privacy and my own well-being. Stans have doxxed, harassed, and discriminated against antis, including myself, so I’d rather save us all the trouble.

7. are you an anti for non-SJM stuff?

I most often talk about SJM’s books, but I’ve also been very critical of GOT/ASOIAF. Following GRRM, several other YA authors have appeared in positive, neutral, and critical lights. On the more critical side we have Cassandra Clare and JK Rowling, and a very little bit about Victoria Aveyard, John Green, Maggie Stiefvater, Stephenie Meyer, and Veronica Roth. Otherwise, I’ve talked about Susan Dennard, Rick Riordan, Leigh Bardugo, and Marie Rutkoski. Check out my YA critical tag for more. I’m also down to discuss franchises like Star Wars, Fantastic Beasts, MCU, etc, as well as TV shows. Basically anything big in genre fiction media, there’s a good chance I’ve read/watched it and I have opinions!

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anti SJM

Are the Illyrians MOC?

Moral Ambiguity Series

Anti Nessian

Lucien or Rhysand?

Chaol or Rowan?

misc.

why are period dramas like... that

White Feminism

a beginner’s guide to fandom racism

diversity and sensitivity

8. I have a question about writing and/or how to portray xyz identity...

First and foremost, check my “writing advice” and “writing advice: poc” tags to see if the question has already been answered.

I am black cis girl with a dual degree in women’s/gender studies and creative writing. I will best be able to answer questions regarding black characters, women, racial oppression and identity as a whole, and most questions about queer characters. There’s a chance I can provide a basic answer to questions about demographics outside of these, but I’ll most likely advise you to ask another blogger or seek out sensitivity readers.

9. can you please tag...?

Yes. Just send an ask and I’ll tag anything. I’ve turned off all Tumblr notifications for this account so I probably won’t see tag requests in comments unless you comment within a day or so of the post.

10. is it okay if I like [x author]/[y series] even if I know they’re problematic?

Absolutely. I’m not the liking-things police and I can’t control whether you like something or not. There’s no such thing as an unproblematic author or unproblematic series, so you just have to like what you like at your own discretion and with a critical eye. As long as you’re aware of the issues and not denying or ignoring them, maybe even seeking out other people whose opinions add to the conversation, you’re good. It’s exhausting to be 100% critical but harmful to be 100% uncritical, so you have to seek out critics you like and figure out how to maintain a dialogue with the text and/or the author. The balance is different for everyone but once you find it, it gets easier to keep up!

11. what are your suggestions for aspiring authors who want to write diversely?

Concepts to be aware of and tropes to avoid: male gaze, the Bechdel test, the Mako Mori test, the sexy lamp test, fridging, Orientalism, xenoface (called “the Gamora Phenomenon” on my blog), black best friend, Spicy Latina, Dragon Lady, bury your gays, disability narratives, queerbaiting.

What not to do when creating a culture.

My advice about writing POC.

Check out these blogs if you like: x x x.

Follow as diversely as possible. Follow multiple blogs, especially writing- or fandom-themed blogs, run by POC (especially women and LGBTQ+), bloggers from religiously marginalized groups, bloggers with disabilities, older bloggers, younger bloggers, international bloggers, plus size bloggers, etc. Everyone has different perspectives and opinions, so it’s best to read from multiple sources.

Magnify marginalized voices in conversations about diversity, and LISTEN to what they are telling you.

Read diversely! Read genre fiction written by marginalized people. Maybe even read some gender, queer, race, or disability theory if you like. I’m personally a fan of Audre Lorde, Anne McClintock, and Sara Ahmed, but I like a lot more.

Seek out multiple sensitivity readers for the specific identity you are trying to represent (ie if you are trying to write a Muslim woman, ask a Muslim woman to sensitivity read for you. Experiences are not interchangeable so don’t treat them as such).

Don’t let the research stop here. This is just the beginning. There are plenty of awesome and accessible resources out there if you want to know more. I started learning about this stuff on sites like Tumblr, Goodreads, and Youtube. The Goodreads review sections, especially for YA books, are so entertaining and full of commentators coming at texts with feminist, queer, and POC lenses if you look in the right spots. There are also podcasts and Youtube videos about feminism, history of queerbaiting, and such. Happy reading/listening/writing!

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12. is it okay if I message you?

If we’ve been mutuals and/or we’ve interacted for a while (at least a few weeks or so), absolutely. When it comes to questions about writing or diversity advice in WIPs, I prefer asks (off or on anon is fine; if you’d like to be off anon but answered privately, you can indicate that in the ask). That way, other people with similar questions can join the discussion and I’m less likely to repeat myself. That said, I’m not opposed to messages; I just get shy around people I don’t know :). Regardless of ask or message, please try to ask the full question as clearly as possible so I can answer it to my best ability. Generally, you can expect an answer to your message or ask within a few days to a week of sending.

If you’re looking for a fight and/or if you start using condescending, rude, or discriminatory language, you will be ignored.

13. why don’t you post about books/shows/movies you actually like?

I do! :)

14. favorites?

books: Harry Potter; The Hunger Games; Six of Crows; Percy Jackson; The Winner’s Trilogy; Angelfall; The Secret History; Othello; Jane Eyre; The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe/The Magician’s Nephew; A Storm of Swords.

movies: Alien, Blade Runner 2049, Harry Potter, Wonder Woman, Black Panther, Annihilation, Mad Max: Fury Road, The Terminator 2, The Breakfast Club, The Lion King, Moonlight dir. Barry Jenkins, Sleeping Beauty, Mulan, Tangled.

tv series: Sense8, Battlestar Galactica (2004-2008), Black Mirror, The X Files, The 100, Westworld (season 1 only), Watchmen, Homeland (seasons 1-4 only), Orphan Black, Breaking Bad, The Office, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, New Girl, Fleabag.

15. book suggestions?

Book recs!

Maxine, did you read/watch...?

16. are you a writer/what are you writing/do you plan on publishing?

I hope to publish, yes! I write mostly YA fantasy, but I also love sci fi, crime drama, and certain elements of horror so I have works in or influenced by all of those genres. I want to get my foot in the YA fantasy door first and foremost :). Check out “polysorscha writes things” if you want to know more specifics.

17. is it okay if I follow you on other social media?

As of now I keep my blog disconnected from my personal life, so I don’t share my other socials but feel free to follow me over on my main blog @ripley-stark if you like! It’s just pretty gifs and photos of my favorite movies and shows, social justice, meta reblogs here and there, and rambling in the tags. Don’t feel like you have to follow if you don’t want to; I say a lot more on here.

That being said, I have given my Goodreads to a handful of people who ask, so if you want to track what I’m reading, private message me and I’ll send you the link. In the case that I share the link with you, please respect my privacy and do not repost or share the link anywhere else unless you see me share it on my blog publicly.

18. fandom research:

In March to May 2019, I conducted a survey on my blog in an attempt to gather information about fandom through a social justice–specifically, intersectional feminist–lens. Here are the results and my analysis of the survey x. The purpose for this data collection was to write my final undergraduate research paper in one of my two majors, women’s and gender studies (the other is creative writing!), which focused on diversity and inclusion in genre fiction media and fandom. The final paper is about 11k words. I haven’t publicly published it, but message me if you’re interested in reading it! I also plan on doing more similar surveys to gather information about what audiences want to see in future media, so if anyone is interested, please send messages, asks, comments etc about what YOU want to see and/or ideas about how we can spread the info to creators. This is much bigger than just me and I can’t do it without your help. I love hearing from diverse voices and amplifying them as much as I can. Everyone’s perspective is meaningful!

19. when did you start your blog?

No earlier than the end of April or beginning of May 2018.

20. how did you decide your url?

I wish the Celaena/Dorian/Chaol love triangle resolved in a polyamorous relationship, and that Nehemia and Sorscha were thriving. Seeing as I am black, Sorscha is one of two characters in T0G who represents me. Thus, polyamorous + Sorscha. :)

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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Hello everyone! I am here again with another month long challenge! This time, the month of November will be filled with comfort fics of your favorite characters! So stayed tuned if you're ever in need of some fall loving ♡

1. Hugs — Tom!Peter Parker

2. Stressed — Professor!Spencer Reid

3. Warm Food — Sick!Dean Winchester

4. Overthinking — Bucky Barnes

5. Game Night — Sam Winchester

6. Exhaustion — Daryl Dixon

7. Comfort Item — Maggie Greene

8. Afraid to Ask For Help — Wanda Maximoff

9. Day Out — Aaron Hotchner

10. Breakdown — Daryl Dixon

11. Holding Hands — Emily Prentiss

12. Concern — Andrew!Peter Parker

13. Losing Track of Time — Natasha Romanov

14. Encouraging — Daryl Dixon

15. A Quiet Moment — Steve Rogers

16. Shelter — Matthew Murdock

17. Falling Asleep on Someone — Spencer Reid

18. Overwhelmed — Dean Winchester

19. Cold — Rick Grimes

20. Self Care — Wanda Maximoff

21. Anxiety Attack — Bucky Barnes

22. Pets — Daryl Dixon

23. Pass Out — Dean Winchester

24. Night Time — Emily Prentiss

25. Lost — Tom!Peter Parker

26. Getting Sleep — Maggie Greene

27. Proud — Bucky Barnes

28. Quality Time — Spencer Reid

29. Distance — Jennifer Jareau

30. Moving Forward — Aaron Hotchner

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Brat Taming w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: i apologize for being so behind on kinktober, but here's this to make up for it because i've been obsessed with maggie lately.

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Yes, you had to admit that you were being a dick.

I mean c'mon, who wouldn't be? This random guy shows up and all of a sudden he's all over her? It's not that you didn't like Glenn, but you most definitely did not appreciate the googly eyes he was making at your girlfriend, practically hanging off of everything she said, even having the audacity to act flustered around her as if she had asked him to have sex with her or something.

Okay, yeah, no one knew about your relationship, but who could blame the both of you? Maggie grew up in a religious family, as well as her father being one word away from popping his top due to the new arrivals, especially because of Shane. When the world had ended, you were staying the night at her house under the ruse that you hadn't had a “girl's night” with each other in ages, aka the woman was horny and pretty much booty called you. That was when you hadn't put a label on anything yet, Maggie being the hesitant one.

As you spent time taking care of her relatives and close friends that were quickly getting infected, almost all of them being led to the barn with each passing day, she realized that life was now truly too short to be afraid. Maybe that's why you were acting this way, because the relationship was still fresh, internally scared that she'd hop on the first train to a having heterosexual relationship. The sad part was that you'd let her if that was what would make her happy.

You had been giving her an attitude for the last couple of days, constantly shooting dirty looks at Glenn when he was around her, where you knew she could see you. The farm had been so busy lately, with the newcomers and finally having an extra sets of hands. You stayed behind as the men went out; doing the laundry, catering to the farm animals as well as preparing a hearty meal for everyone when they get back.

Trudging upstairs, you headed straight for the bathroom as you stripped naked, allowing the natural air of the vintage house to cool you off as you grabbed a rag, dipping it in a bucket of water so you could scrub yourself down. You wiped the dirt and grime off of your body, the chilly water cooling your pores as you finally were able to recognize yourself.

You jumped as the door opened, your eyes meeting Maggie's as she shut it behind you.

“Get out.” You said coldly, even though you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in her shoulder and deeply inhale her scent. “No.” She said darkly, twisting the lock. She walked up from behind you, placing her hands on your hips, the softness of your naked flesh contradicted the calluses on her palms. She really was the farmer's daughter.

“You've been ignorin’ me.” She drawled in your ear, pressing her clothed lower half to your ass, the denim scratching at your skin. A shiver ran up your spine as her breath hit the shell of your ear. “And you've been real mean to Glenn.” You just shrugged. Nervousness twisted in your gut as you tried to keep a steady face. “Oh, you don't care?” Her eyes grew dark as she asked, her grip growing tighter, pushing you back against her as you kept yourself balanced by placing your hands on the sink.

“No, I don't.” You said, pressing your lips together as she let you grind onto her crotch. The barely there friction was enough to cause you to whimper, head falling back as you indulged in her touches. Your eyes fell closed, a hand landing on your ass, gripping the irritated skin as she watched your reaction through the mirror.

“I don't think that you don't care. I just that think you're just been all pent up, ain't been touched in a while,” She placed a kiss on your shoulder, “My poor girl.” She cooed condescendingly. “I thought,” You breathed as she allowed you to grind against her once more. “I thought you wanted Glenn. 'Was jealous.” You confessed, tears springing in your eyes as the words left you.

She paused.

“Don't you ever say I'd want anyone but you.”

Turning you around, she slammed her lips on yours, invading your mouth with her tongue. Her hand caressed the fat of your body; from your shoulders, down to your breasts where she gently squeezed, twisting your nipples between her fingers, then tracing the stretch marks on your large stomach, allowing her fingertips to trail down your torso before finally touching you where needed her most. She traced your weeping slit, your body shaking in anticipation as she easily inserted two of her fingers into you, a gasp escaping your lips and falling onto her tongue.

“I don't know when they'll be back, so you gotta stay quiet okay?” You nodded as she worked her fingers in and out of you, the only thing audible was your ragged breathing and your wetness, which was dripping down your inner thighs. “Maggie…” You whimpered, hands clawing at her shoulders. “My pretty girl. 'Always ready for me too touch you.” Her thumb drew circles on your clit. “All you wanted was my attention, but you didn't have to be a brat—” Her free hand surprisingly tangled in your sweaty locks, tugging your head back to expose your neck to her.

“To get it.” She finished.

You writhed in her dominant hold, squirming as you drew closer to your release. Her lips hovered over the most sensitive spot on your neck before placing a kiss there. “If no one asked questions, I would’a marked you up purple and blue.” You clenched down on her fingers at the confession. “You close?” And you nodded, holding back as cry as she skillfully massaged your g-spot. For you being the only woman she had ever been with, she knew a lot about what to do.

“Can I cum, please?” You begged, knees growing weak and your mind fogging, practically pleading to let go to. “Will you be nicer to Glenn if I do?” You vigorously nodded, “Yes, yes, I will!” She placed a kiss on your lips. “Then cum.” She spoke against them, and that coil in your stomach snapped, your body arching into her as you came all over her fingers.

Let's just say Glenn had noticed the difference later that day.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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can you write something about maggie green literally anything i’m scraping penny’s to find anything about her on this app 😭

༉‧₊˚. 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairings: maggie greene x fem plus size!reader

― era: season 2

― summary: when you're forced to take glenn's place for the medication run, you get more than what you've bargained for at the hands of the farmer's daughter.

― warnings: kissing, making out, stripping, oral sex, come eating, come swallowing, dirty talk, maggie's dirty mouth, dom maggie greene, dom/sub undertones, tribbing, implied tribbing, implied scissoring.

― wc: 1704

⋆ a/n: you basically take glenn's place in the episode 'cherokee rose'! some twd fans may find the banter leading up to the smut familiar seeing as though they are glenn's lines as he is caught guilty with a box of condoms, so what i have to say for that is i do not own the idea for the dialogue, and it is not my original idea, it is completely trademarked and copyrighted to AMC™ and TWD™ Writers! the only part of this fic that i own is the smut as well as the head-canon for bisexual maggie greene! i feel the same! and that's exactly why i write for her! so, thank you for giving me the excuse to write another smut ;]

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Your people had just settled on Hershel's land, you couldn't be having a crush on the poor man's daughter. You shamefully admit that you had been avoiding her, whenever she would come to talk to Rick or anyone really, you would move away, lying about needing to do something in order to escape the guilt as your eyes trailed straight down to her sweaty and sun kissed chest, her cleavage luring you in like a inescapable spell. There was no escaping now, not when you were forced to go into town with the woman to retrieve medication.

The ride to the pharmacy was silent, the only thing you could hear was the sounds of the horses' hooves hitting the pavement.

"You alright?" You asked awkwardly. "I'm fine." She responded without looking back at you. "I saw the look on your face back at the well. 'Never seen one killed up close before?" You asked curiously. She didn't answer you, guiding her horse in front of you. "'Guess it's kind of a shock." Yet again, you received no response from her. "You know, being out on the road, we've seen a lot." You mood dampened, "'Guess we've gotten a little numb to it." You admitted.

"Woah. I guess so." Was all she said.

You both approached the pharmacy, the two of you looking at the 'Take what you need and God bless' sign sitting in the front window. You spared a look at her, the woman taking the initiative to enter the store ahead of you. Once you both had entered, she turned around to look at you. "I'll go see what antibiotics are left," She spoke simply, "What else is on the list?"

"Uh.." You stuttered, reaching into the back pocket of your jeans to retrieve the piece of folded up paper. "Why don't you get started?" You said while handing her the sheet. "What about you?" She asked. "Um.. I'm gonna look around, see what's worth grabbing. Just some general stuff." She didn't bother to answer you back, leaving you to your own devices as you walked into the 'Feminine Hygiene' isle. You felt a bit guilty as you looked for what Lori had sent you for, throwing a glance from over your shoulder before you bent down to conduct your search.

You picked up a bottle and a box before putting them back down fruitlessly. Your eyes finally landed on the pregnancy test as you looked at it in disbelief.

"What do you got?"

You scrambled to shove the box in your bag as you stumbled to give her an answer.

"Uh.. um.. nothing." You said unsurely, "Just, like I said, general stuff." You hadn't noticed what you picked up before she asked, "Condoms?" With an amused smile on her face. You gasped in embarrassment. "You got a boyfriend I don't know about?" She asked with a grin. "Me? No. No." You denied while shaking your head, butterflies twisting in your gut as her eyes landed back down on the box. "Then you're a pretty confident girl then."

"No." Was all you could say. "No no no. I- I- I- wasn't— I would never—" She cut off your nervous rambling. "'Something wrong with me?" You were quick to say, "No." You shook your head, "No, I—" You threw a hand up and chuckled nervously as you tried to think of a response. "I would never have sex—" Realizing how dumb that sounded, you gave up. "Uh, I'm- I'm lost." You said with your eyes shut in shame, a shake in your head as your hand gripped the box once more.

You opened your eyes, waiting for her response anxiously, but the response that she had given you was not one that you would have expected.

"I'll have sex with you." You stared at her in disbelief, not only because you were caught of guard, but you also didn't know she swung that way. "Really?" Was all you could say. "Why?" You added. "You're asking questions?" She asked innocently, proof that she was truly entertained by this whole situation.

"Okay, I can't help wondering." You said plainly, desperately trying to hide how confused but excited you were. "It's not like our options are vast these days." She said as she took off her bag, letting it fall to the floor. She set how cowgirl hat on top of it, running a hand through her hair as she moved closer to you. She looked in your eyes for reassurance before placing a kiss on your lips, your eyes falling shut despite your hesitancy.

You kissed her back, and as you separated, she said, "And you're not the only one that's lonely." The tension was thick between the two of you as you watched her strip off her shirt, her flat stomach and plain white bra being revealed to you. She never broke eye contact with you as she removed her bra, your eyes falling to her gorgeous breasts. It seems as though you would continue to be rendered speechless as a, "Wow." Fell from between your lips. She smiled as she waited for you to do the same, those same butterflies twisting in your stomach as you tugged off your own shirt as well.

Her eyes fell to your torso before raising to your face again, the sight of you bare in front of her causing her to advance towards you slowly, her hand falling on your naked shoulder as you cupped the side of her cheek, your lips joining together as you kissed.

"I didn't know you liked girls." You spoke between kisses. "Oh, honey, you don't know me." She said as she chuckled darkly. Arousal pooled in your underwear as her hands trailed down, landing on the band of your jeans as your stomach sunk in due to a deep breath you had taken, her fingertips tantalizing as they finally landed on the button.

"You gonna be a good girl and take yer bra off for me?" You didn't need to be told twice as you reached behind you, unclipping the useless item and undergarment falling to the floor. "You're so pretty." You heard her say as she fell to her knees, tugging your pants down along with her. "Thank you.." You said shyly. She smirked to herself as your jeans and underwear pooled around your ankles. "Step out of 'em and lay down." She helped to tug them over your feet, putting them right next to her bag that she had put on the floor.

You tried your best to get comfortable as the cold tile flooring touched your bare back.

"Here," She said, balling up your clothes in her hands and putting them under your head. "Is that better?" You nodded silently. She stripped off her own bottoms, kicking them to the side before straddling your hips, hands placed on either side of your face as she kissed you again. The makeout session was lazy, sloppy even as she devoured your mouth, completely dominating the encounter as you moaned quietly when her hand fondled one of your breasts, fingers pinching your nipple.

"I've wanted you so bad," She murmured against your lips. "Since the first time I saw you with yer people." She kissed down your neck, only marking you in areas that she knew no one would see them, which was your chest, down your sternum, to your soft belly that she would find herself so easily falling in love with.

It was no lie that Maggie Greene had experimented with other girls, hell, she was the type of girl that just wanted to smoke and shoplift, so who was to say she hadn't gone down on another woman? She had only been with men leading up to the fall of the world. It had been a long time since another woman had caught her attention the way that you did, completely reclused, and closed off as you stuck to conversing with your friends, trying to make your presence as minimal as possible whenever any of Maggie's family had shown up around you all.

She must admit that you had made her work for it, with the way she caught your perverted gaze to where she stared at you with all the same lust.

"I've wanted you too, I was just— ah!" You cried out as she bit into your inner thigh, licking over the hickey she had left behind. "I was just shy." You heaved out, your chest rising and falling. "There was no need ta be shy, I don' bite." You raised your eyebrow at the shit eating grin on her face, the words that left her mouth clearly a lie seeing as though you had gotten in a fight with a hive of bees. "Mhm.. I'm sure." You giggled, your head falling back onto your makeshift pillow. Her hot breath caressed your heated skin, spread legs trembling as she blew cold air against your soaked labia.

She had finally licked a stripe through your folds, a whimper falling from your lips as the tip of her tongue nudged at your clit.

You wouldn't have expected her to be so good at giving oral, her muscle dipping in and out of your clenching hole, your fingers buried in her short brown hair as your back arched.

"Maggie! 's so— 's so good!" You whined, grinding your hips against her face. "'M gonna make you come, pretty girl, then 'm gonna ride this cute, soaked pussy." Her lower chin was soaked with your juices as she edged you closer to your orgasm. You gripped at the material behind your head, the other hand tugging at her mixed locs.

Her dirty talk was driving you insane as you crashed, her mouth unrelenting as you spasmed against the ground.

As you came down, she pulled off of you, wiping your release off with the back of her hand as she kept that same smirk on her face.

"You okay ta keep goin'?" She asked you, voice full of care as she wiped a piece of sweat off of your brow.

"Yeah, I'm great." You breathed with a smile, spreading your legs wider she she could fit herself in between them.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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Falling in love with Maggie Greene, but not having the courage to tell her, until you almost die from an injury while on a supply run. F reader

Btw..your blog rocks

༉‧₊˚. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem plus size!reader

― era: season 4

― summary: it started when you allowed yourself to entertain a silly crush that had unexpectedly festered, reaching a boiling point when a run threatens your life.

― warnings: typical twd violence, head injuries, mentions of blood, mutual pining, near death experiences, angst, fluff.

― wc: 1490

⋆ a/n: i feel like it's been too long since i've written a wlw fanfiction, and i'm not going to lie, i have a few wlw wips resting in my drafts, so definitely expect a lot more wlw fanfiction to come out in the next few weeks!

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The first thought on your mind when you saw Maggie on that horse was gorgeous, like a princess riding in on her steed to retrieve Lori. Maybe it was an inappropriate thought seeing as though Carl was laid up in one of the bedrooms with a gunshot wound, but you couldn’t help but stare at her with hearts in your eyes during the moment she made eye contact with you. Hershel’s stubbornness was what allowed your feelings for the southern girl to fester; you thought that you would never see Maggie again due to her father wanting your family off his property as soon as Carl was well.

Well, that’s what you thought before Daryl got himself tossed off a horse and impaled with his own arrow, forcing your stay to be extended for longer than you had originally thought. It was safe to say that you were fucked from then on, because the farm went up in flames, soon becoming trapped on the road with her, being forced to share beds, clothes, food, facilities, anything that you could think of, so it wasn’t surprising that you had grown to become like a best friend to her.

It was hard to say the least, to be able to talk to her, to hug her, to allow her to go on runs without you there; you were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her, and the feeling smothered you like a pillow over your head.

So, when there was an opportunity to go out on a run with a couple of others, you were quick to jump at the space you could put between you and Maggie.

As you stood next to the loading truck, there stood your worried best friend, badgering you about things that you could have potentially forgotten.

“You have yer gun? Yer knife?” She questioned. You laughed airily, “Yes, Mags. I have everything. You’re acting like you’re sending me off to war.” You couldn’t help but joke. “That’s what it feels like.” She responded. You could see it in her face, despite how tough and fierce she was, she was truly worried about your safety. Hesitantly, you swallowed your nerves, gripping her hand in yours and pulling it towards your body.

“Maggie, I’m going to be fine, okay? You know Daryl, Sasha, Glenn and Michonne aren’t going to let anything happen to me. Were a family, a unit, remember?” You asked to comfort her. “I know, I’m jus’ always so used’ta havin' you behind the walls.” You sighed, feeling a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Sounds like you’re going to have a hard time sleeping without me,” You couldn’t help but tease, “Maybe Beth would be fine with being a substitute midnight cuddle buddy.” Ever since the farm had fallen, there was always an unspoken agreement between the two of you, that during the cold nights of sleeping under the stars in the woods, the both of you would gravitate towards the other, sharing your warmth with one another as you held each other close.

That habit had followed you all the way until your family had discovered the prison.

Yes, there were bunk beds, but you’d always find yourself cramped together on the bottom bunk – which happened to be Maggie’s – your head resting on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair. At one point in time, your constant touchiness could have been received as platonic, but lately, that line had begun to blur, which was why you needed this, needed to get away, just to be able to screw your head back on straight.

“Pfft, she grew outta that once she turned ten.” She joked, finally cracking a smile. “I don’t think I ever will.” You said boldly, looking at her through your eyelashes. You could see her smile widen, her grip tightening on your hand. You peered into each other’s eyes, the feeling causing your throat to feel like it was going to close. Your enamored staring was interrupted by Daryl whistling at you, a knowing smirk on his face that even he couldn’t hold back.

“C’mon, we gotta go!” He exclaimed before turning to straddle his bike. You looked back at Maggie, “I’ll be back,” You said firmly, “I promise.”

Scouring the place was easy, everyone in the group split up, yourself making your way over to the medicine counter. You hopped over it, scouring through the aisles that had long been raided besides a few stray bottles that you decided to pocket.

“So, you and Maggie, huh?” You heard Michonne ask from behind you. Your whole body tensed up; there was no judgement in her voice as she asked you, who would she be if she did? Ever since Rick had brought in Woodbury residents, there had been many gay couples and individuals with different identities. “It’s not like that.” You forced yourself to say, albeit sadly. “I have a hard time believing that.” She scoffed with a smile. “Even if there was…” Before you were able to say anything, a hand shot out from the ground behind one of the shelves, pulling you down. Before you were able to react, you fell headfirst into the shelving, hearing Michonne call out your name as your forehead came in contact with the wood before everything turned black.

Maggie could have sworn her heart stopped as she saw your body being held up by Daryl and Glenn, your arms slung over their shoulders.

“What happened?” She couldn’t help but yell out frantically. “Someone get my dad! Please!” There were tears in her eyes as her hands cupped your face, lifting your head up. There was a gash right above your left eyebrow, bleeding heavily as a bruise had begun to form on your face. “’Chonne said a walker grabbed ‘er, almost takin’ a chunk outta ‘er leg. ‘Face took most of the damage.” Daryl explained, hurdling your body towards one of the cells so Hershel could take a look at you.

You don’t remember what had happened, only that you had a splitting headache, and someone was holding you tightly. Turning your head to the side, you squinted your eyes, allowing yourself to adjust to your surroundings. There sat Maggie, her weary gaze settled on you.

“Maggie? What- What happened?” You couldn’t help but grumble. “You were on a run with the others when a walker got the jump on you. ‘M glad Michonne was there, or ya woulda turned into walker food.” She tried to try and joke around with you, but it seems as though that her gut feeling that something bad was going to happen was true. “Jesus.” You said to yourself under your breath, your left hand that was free of being held coming to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I almost lost you, ya know.” Maggie said suddenly, her lower lip quivering as unshed tears clouded her eyes. “I know you did, and I’m so sorry,” You spoke softly, as if you were afraid that she might break, “I got distracted.” You allowed a crestfallen smile to break out on your face. “Michonne and I were talking about you.” You said breathlessly, your stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots, nerves rattling through your veins. “Me?” She asked, her tone amused. “Yeah. Uh- she was teasing me, about having a crush on you,” You looked down, fiddling with her fingers, “At first, I tried to deny it, but… she was right. I do like you a lot. So much that it feels like I can’t breathe… that I- that I can’t think. Ever since the farm, ever since I saw you on that horse of yours, you haven’t left my head since.” You confessed bashfully, the feeling of bile threatening to rise at the back of your throat.

Your eyes flitted up to hers for a split second before looking down.

“I’m sorry if this makes you feel weird… or if you don’t feel the same. I get that you probably aren’t even into girls and…” You felt two soft hands cup your cheeks, raising your head up so that you’d finally meet her gaze. There was a big smile on her face, one that told you that you were okay. She leaned down, lips gently grazing yours.

There were sparks behind her sweet caresses, ones that drew a sweet gasp from you, your hands gripping hers that were holding your face. Her thumb ran over the plush of your flesh, savoring the taste of you, indulging in the feelings she’s had for you ever since she met you. When she pulled away, you wanted to chase her lips, to drag her back down and kiss her for the rest of your life.

“So, I guess you feel the same?” You asked sheepishly, unsure of how to interpret her kiss. “Lord.” She snorted with a laugh before nodding and pulling you into a kiss again.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 10 months

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Hey, can you write smut and fluff for maggie Greene x reader?

༉‧₊˚. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem plus size!reader

― era: season 10/11

― Summary: you'd never thought you'd be here having giggly morning sex with your girlfriend maggie.

― warnings: kissing, dry humping, oral (r. receiving).

― wc: 1171

⋆ a/n: i know this is so cliche and typical and almost all my maggie fanfics are like this but whatever this is my blog and i'm gay and it's pride month so i can do what i want. i know this might be a little controversial to my glenn lovers, but i swear i didn't forget about him.

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You hadn’t known Maggie until she had joined to help Georgie build up the community in which you were a part of. All you knew was that she was a single mom that had lost her husband.

She was gorgeous to say the least, but you had forced yourself to push your feelings for the older woman down, assisting her with shy smiles and kind words, even sometimes looking after Hershel Jr., when she and Georgie would go out and search for other settlements.

Never would you have ever imagined that you and her would get together.

She had approached you after months of unknowingly dancing around each other, expressing her interest for you, but also how conflicted she felt about you as well. She knew that she loved you, but she was still mourning over Glenn, but you were quick to reassure her that you would never try to replace him in any way, shape, or form. She was willing to try for you, but also because she knew Glenn would want her to be happy, and she knew that if he was still alive, that he would like you too.

Now, you were cuddled up together, your face buried in Maggie’s neck as she rested. You blinked the sleep from your eyes, lifting your hand that was resting on her chest to shield your eyes from the sun peeking through the blinds. She had been able to rest a lot lately, with the community well ready for the upcoming winter, there was not much she had left to do. You were grateful for the time you were able to spend with her, and you knew Hershel was too; it was always a nice surprise when the both of you would pick him up from school and have dinner together instead of it just being you and him.

Pressing light kisses to her neck, you nibbled at her jaw before sitting up to give her kisses all over her face. You could see her eyebrows and nose slightly scrunch up in her sleep, which made you grin even wider.

“Mags.” You whispered against her cheek. “Wake up.” You coaxed gently. She hummed, squeezing her eyes a little harder this time before opening them.

“Hi.” She said quietly with a smile. “Hi.” You said back. This time, you leaned up to capture her lips in yours and she cringed. “What about my mornin’ breath?” She drawled. “You know I don’t care about that.” You scoffed, rolling over so that you could gently sit yourself on her lap. She sat up, settling her hands on your hips whilst yours cupped her face; you deepened the kiss, getting lost in how soft she felt, how her body radiated such an addicting warmth that left you squirming her lap.

You grinded down on her and softly moaned into her mouth.

“You plan this?” She teased when she pulled away from you, her chest heaving slightly in an attempt to catch her breath. “No…” You replied with a dazed grin, “You’re just so damn hot.” She laughed at your confession but nonetheless joined your lips back together, indulging in your wishes of intimacy.

She tightened her grip on your hips, forcefully dragging your hips to rub against hers. Your shaky hands reached up to take her loose hair out of her bun, her brunette locks falling around her shoulders. Your fingers buried themselves in her roots, a tiny whine slipping out as your clothed clit brushed against her leg that was hidden under the blanket.

Her dainty appendages hooked themselves under the thin straps of your tank top, dragging them down your arms so that your breasts were exposed. Your head fell back as she played with your nipples, her lips finding home on the column of your throat, nibbling pink marks on your skin that’ll fade later.

“Maggie.” You moaned out her name, desperation dripping from your words. “I need… I need more.” Your orgasm was tickling your spine, boiling in your gut, but the friction was barely enough to send you over the edge. “Tell me,” She murmured, “Tell me what you need.” Your eyelids fluttered shut in an attempt to gather your thoughts. “Your mouth… please.” You concluded breathlessly.

She helped you work your undershirt all the way off of your body before you guys changed positions; instead of her being on against the pillows it was you, and she was sitting on her knees, your lips still locked in a heated embrace. She took your pants and underwear off, tips of her fingers tracing your damp slit.

“Maggie..” You whined in protest of her edging.

‘“Needy.” She chuckled deviously, taking pity on you and working her kisses down your neck, chest, breasts, and stomach before finally settling on her knees, her back arched and ass raised in the air, hooking her arms around your thighs in order to keep herself balanced.

She placed her mouth on you, licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling her tongue around the small bundle of nerves. Your thighs threatened to close around her but she kept them open, spreading you out so she could flatten her tongue to reach the deepest parts of you. You reached out a shaky hand to push her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears so you could watch her. You settled your fingers into her roots and held her close to your cunt.

Her tongue dipped inside of you, the devilish muscle drank you in, burying itself deep inside of you in search of that spongy spot that made you see stars. She hadn’t stopped her mintrations when she placed your legs on her shoulders so she could use her fingers as well, sticking her middle finger in so she could suckle on your sensitive bud.

“Mags!” You gasped, your back arching and hips grinding against her face. She allowed you to use her as she added another finger, curving them to your pleasure spot. You rolled both of your lips in between your teeth to hide your noises, squeezing your eyes shut, your vaginal walls spasmed around her digits.

“Yer doin’ so good, pretty girl.” She heaved out as she finally separated from your sex. “‘M gonna make you cum on my tongue, baby.” She murmured and reattached her lips to you.

“Please, please make me cum.”

And make you cum she did, with adding a third and final finger, with each drag of her finger tips against your spongy padding you grew closer and closer to your end until that coil in your stomach snapped as you came on her face. She worked you through it until you whimpered in oversensitivity.

“Jesus.” You laughed breathlessly with a smile. She grinned back up at you, joining your lips together so she could lick in your mouth and make you taste yourself on her.

“Ya always taste good.” She teased. You gasped in embarrassment, gently slapping her on her chest.

“Shut up!”

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DAY SEVEN: Comfort Item w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: I had a lot of fun writing this (as I do with most of my lgbtq fanfiction). I felt like this comfort Item was really creative and I honestly would love to have one just like it if I was the reader :`] As always this is x fem!reader! Credits to the gif owner on Pinterest!

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It was something that was so insignificant, but it was something that Maggie noticed when you had first met. I mean, who wouldn't? It wasn't everyday that someone had a miniature plush hanging off of the back of their backpack. It was your average plain brown bear with black beaty eyes hanging from a little chain. At first she didn't realize how attached to the thing you truly were until she saw you hold it more than it be on your bag, or it would appear on your jeans, looped through a belt hook, or safely tucked away in your pocket when there was danger. It was the thing that made her fall in love with you in the first place.

When you became girlfriends, she would often find the little bear stranded in your shared bed, probably because you had fallen asleep with the thing on you without you even noticing. She found it adorable, picking up the plush and clipping it back onto your bag. She made sure no one ever made fun of you for it, and so far she's been successful.

There was finally a day where you and your girlfriend could just sit there. She was sat on your couch, nose deep in a book when she heard a broken voice call out to her.

"Mags?" You said. When she looked up, you were a total trainwreck, tears brimming in your eyes as you now frantically searched around the living room. "Baby, what's wrong?" She asked in concern. You just shook your head, sniffling pathetically as you lifted up the cushions, falling to your knees to look under the piece of furniture when that was deemed futile. "Have you seen my bear? It's not— it's not on my bag, and I already checked the bed and my jeans and—" You were slowly falling into a panic. "Hold on," Maggie said, quickly getting up to help you look for the stuffed animal.

She began to feel horrible when she couldn't find it either. Suddenly the thought came to her.

"Wouldn't it be in one of your jackets?" She asked softly. You perked up at her suggestion, pretty much flying up the steps of your home as you dig through your closet, and sure enough there it was, tucked away in the inside pocket of an army jacket. The season was slowly beginning to fall into winter, the air chilly, windows icy and snow crunching the grass. You had gone on a hunt not too long ago that required you to be all cozy, naturally bringing along your comfort Item to keep yourself steady because Maggie wasn't there to do so.

"Yes!" She heard you announce in triumph before you came barreling down the stairs and into her ever awaiting arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You said happily, showering her face in kisses. She just laughed, a smile on her face as her arms tightened around your waist and yours around her neck. Your attack finally landed into your lips as you kissed her lovingly, the woman returning the same amount of passion as one of her hands cupped the side of your face.

"Sometimes you're too smart for me." You tease against her lips. She just smiles at you, "It's just rational thinking." She said before joining your lips together once again.

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DAY ONE: Ornaments w/ Maggie Greene

a/n: Yes!! It's a new month long challenge, aren't we excited! I appreciate all the love on just the masterlist already, I can't for you guys to see what I have in store for you all! :]

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You didn't need it, you weren't here for it, but yet, they were so shiny and easy on the eyes. You hadn't realized how hard you were staring down the box of bright red ornaments until Maggie had stopped besides you, following your gaze.

"I think if ya came back with those or ornaments, Daryl would have yer head." You heard your girlfriend say with a smile. You sighed sadly, tearing your eyes away from the Christmas decoration. "I know.. but I just miss it. I hate that we never got to spend a Christmas together. It all seems so.. irrelevant now." She took you by your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "But we're here now, aren't we?" You nodded, still throwing a longing look at the bulbs. Little did you know that this had got Maggie thinking, a glint in her eye that told her she was about to win the girlfriend of the year award.

You should've been suspicious when Carol had invited you to the Kingdom to spend the day with her and Ezekiel, when Daryl had been the one to come retrieve you and saying he wanted to stop and hunt for a moment. In your defense, you were having a lot of fun with your family, you felt like you hadn't been able to have any one-on-one time with any of them in a while. You were bent over, listening closely for an animal when Daryl pulled away from you. The walkie talkie had crackled, a muffled voice sounding out as he made sure to walk far enough away from you.

"Daryl?" You called out to him. "Hush." He said simply, before murmuring something back to the person on the radio. You just scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully as you kept your arms raised and ears peeled. "C'mon." Daryl said abruptly, speeding past you. You shot up to your feet, "But what about the rabbit?" He just grunted at you, murmuring something along the lines of 'forget about the damn rabbit.'

The ride back to Alexandria was spent with you enjoy the cold air, the snow beginning to fall as you stared up at it in wonder.

"You can be a real hard ass." You complained fakely as you got off of his bike — even though he helped you off of it in the process. "Mhm." He hummed in amusement.

Now that you were finally walking home, the exhaustion was finally getting to you, the cold making you shiver. Something red caught your eye, the lights bleeding through the closed curtains. It was coming from your home. Curiosity bubbled in your stomach as you walked up the steps of your home, walking through the threshold, you called out for your girlfriend as you hung up your coat.

"Maggie?"

"In here!"

You let out a gasp as you saw a brightly lit Christmas tree in your living room, right in front of the window. Maggie turned her head to look at you with a smile, her hands occupied with putting a bright red bulb at the very top of the tree, almost like the same ones you had saw back at the store.

"Oh wow.." You said in amazement, "Did you do all this?" There were tears in your eyes by now as she approached you. "Not without Carol, Ezekiel, and Daryl's help." You laughed, wrapping yourself around her as you both admired the tree. "I figured we deserved to be able to share a Christmas together, don' you think?" You nodded, peering at her. "Yeah, I think so." You pulled her into you even more, locking your lips with hers as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

Finally, your dreams were coming true.

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐮𝐬 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem farmhand plus size!reader

― era: season 4

― summary: it took a long time for you and maggie to finally get together, and when you did, the prison fell apart, leaving her to find you once again.

― warnings: a suggestive sentence, kissing, killing a walker.

― wc: 868

⋆ a/n: thank you @peachlady-aggiejean and @alexleftme on tumblr for your requests! both of them were basically the same so i figured why not just knock them out? this was a nice classical write, as if sticking to the main plot of the show is like classic english literature lmao!!

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You had practically grown up with Maggie, from elementary school to high school, and during your senior year, Hershel had offered you a proposition; you become his farmhand and he’d provide you with housing. Of course, being the spunky & sporadic teenager that you were, you were quick to jump at the opportunity to do so, and at that moment, it seemed like a good decision. Until you had fallen in love with the head strong woman. Even though you two were best friends, sexuality was almost never talked about unless it was about the boys Maggie had a crush on or how her late-night endeavors went. So, honestly, you had no clue if she was gay or not.

You both shared a close relationship with one another, though, sometimes finding comfort in the opposite’s arms, sometimes cuddling or even sharing cheek kisses.

When the world fell, you were glad that you guys were together despite the grief you felt for the fact that you’ll probably never see your family again. It was a calm couple of months before Rick’s group came along, carrying Shane along with them. He was your end you suppose, a ticking time bomb that was soon to help clear up the Greene family’s delusion that there was a way to cure the dead. You never really believed there was, but who were you to go against what Hershel thought after everything he had done for you? When the barn was opened, so were everyone’s eyes.

Being out on the road after the farm was overrun was harsh, everyone was close to losing their marbles in a drop of a hat, especially Rick. So, it was safe to say that when you guys discovered the prison, it was a saving grace, a break that everyone needed. It was a place that allowed everyone to grow, to flourish, even though the Governor had tried to take it away from you. It was nice to see everyone heal, but nothing was nicer than the night that you and Maggie had shared a sweet kiss. It was unexpected, to you at least, as you sat up in the guard towers looking at the walkers and up at the stars, engaging in a quiet, giggly conversation before she had this look in her eye, one that fell to your lips and never moved. You gulped nervously as she leaned in, your lips brushing up against one another’s before pressing against you fully.

The kiss was magical, one that filled your body with glee and happiness, as well as a bit of anxiousness. You didn’t know what it meant, if she felt the same as you, that she had finally wanted to be your girlfriend. It was safe to say you lived in bliss, your honeymoon stage in full swing as you often snuck away together, sharing sweet kisses and reassuring brushes against each other.

That was then.. but here was now. You were separated, and you had no idea how long it had been since you’ve seen somebody, anybody. It was hard to be on your own, every day grew lonelier by the second, as if it was the beginning of the fall all over again. You were growing weaker, especially your body due to the lack of food, sleep, and water.

You kept on trudging on, heat beating down on you as you made your way through the woods, unsure of where you were going. Your legs ached, your back feeling like it was about to snap in two as you carried a heavy sack behind you. The distinct snarling made you groan, and then you turned around to find that there was not one, not two, not three, but four walkers coming your way ready to eat your flesh right off your bones. You attempted to fight them off, successfully killing three out of the four of them before one fell on top of you, teeth snapping in your face as you desperately tried to keep a grip on its shoulders. This was not the way you imagined dying, you had yet to find your family, your girlfriend. Tears sprung in your eyes at the thought, dread settled deep in your gut as you cried out in desperation.

“Help!” You called out. “I can’t- fuck!” You cursed when your hand slipped, half of his body leant down towards yours. Then, there were fast approaching footsteps, some people calling out to the person from the distance as they approached you.

There was a squelch followed by the person shoving the thing off you.

“_______?” Maggie said your name breathlessly, as if she couldn’t believe that you were here. “Mags?” You said in disbelief. She helped to pull you up where your lips met feverishly, caressing together as she grabbed whatever she could and held you close to her body tightly. You could feel her warm tears dripping down her cheeks and onto yours, where you could only guess what was happening with yours too.

“You’re alive.” She chanted as you separated, your foreheads resting against one another’s.

“I’m here, Maggie,” You said with a wet smile, brushing some of her hair out of her face, “I’m here.”

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