#talented baby squirrel

[java-lava]

My Favorite webnovels/Webtoons/Webcomic/Whatever;

The Remarried Empress

My Gently Raised Beast

I Became the Villain’s Stepmother

Born as the Second Daughter

My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me

The Tyrant Wants to be Good

Men of the Harem

The Matchmaking Baby Princess

Who Made Me a Princess

For my Derelict Favorite

I Thought My Time Was Up

I’m the Queen in This Life

Tricked into the Heroine’s Stepmother

Woes of a Male Lead

Baby Tyrant

Hello Baby

Go Away Romeo

Monster Duke’s Daughter

Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

From a Knight to a Lady

The Male Lead’s Girlfriend

When the Third Wheel Strikes Back

A Heart for the Emperor

My Husband Changes Every Night

Edit to add(I’m constantly updating this);

The Twins New Life

I Got Pregnant with the Tyrant’s child

I’ll Raise You Well in This Life, Your Majesty!

The Evil Princess Dreams of a Gingerbread House

I’m the Soldier’s EX-Girlfriend

I Adopted the Male Lead

Villains Are Destined to Die

The Crown Princess Scandal

Marry My Husband

Perfect Marriage Revenge

Boyfriend of the Dead

Refund High School

Siren’s Lament

Empire’s Cutest Little Hostage

A Tender Heart; The Story of How I Became A Duke’s Maid

I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

Lout of the Count’s family

I Am the Villain

The Crown Princess Scandal

The Dragon King’s Bride

Please Kill My Husband

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended up at the Duke’s Mansion

Am I Your Daughter?

Taming the Marquess

Pricilla’s Marriage Proposal

Crowning my Feral Prince

Under the Oak Tree

Finding Camellia

I Raised a Black Dragon

Adeline’s Darkest Night

Wish Upon a Husband

My Husband, My Sister, and I

I’m Being Raised By Villians

Talented Baby Squirrel

The Greatest Estate Developer

The Little Princess and Her Monster Prince

Surviving as the Tyrant’s Daughter

Father I Don’t Want This Marriage

Ten Ways to Get Dumped by a Tyrant

I Will Live The Life of a Villainess

Vampire Husband

Cursed Princess Club

What the Evil Dragon Lives For

1HP Club

Days With You

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

Love Me to Death

Suitor Armor

I’ll Be the Matriarch in This Life

If anyone wants a one-shot based on a character from any of these, let me know

If anyone know where I can continue reading these for free, pls let me know (I’m broke);

Empire’s Cutest Little Hostage

A Tender Heart; The Story of How I Became A Duke’s Maid (nvm. About this one, I’ve been told that the child IS the Ml)

I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

Lout of the Count’s family

Crowning my Feral Prince

#webtoon #webnovel #wmmap #the remarried empress #my gently raised beast #tricked into becoming the heroine's stepmother #i thought my time was up #for my derelict favorite #i’m the queen in this life #my in laws are obsessed with me #the tyrant wants to live honestly #men of the harem #baby tyrant #hello baby #go away romeo #from a knight to a lady #when the third wheel strikes back #my husband changes every night #manhwa #manhwua #talented baby squirrel #I’m being raised by villains #the greatest estate developer

[murasaki-cha]

And always remember, if he betrays you

Go for his hotter brother✨

#baby squirrel is good at everything #talented baby squirrel #manhwa #manhwa recommendation

[lindoesntwin]

TALENTED BABY SQUIRREL

A squirrel shapeshifter travelled back in time to when she was a young child where she is determined to get revenge on her abusers and return back to her loving family.

Other titles: Baby squirrel is good at everything

#talented baby squirrel #baby squirrel is good at everything #manhwa recommendation #manhwa #webcomic #web comic #Web series #webtoon #Webtoon Recommendation #webtoon review #shoujo #adaptation #animals #Drama #lion #snake #squirrel #shapeshifter #fantasy #full colour #historical #regression #time travel #romance #secondlife

[webtoonscreenshots]

Talented Baby Squirrel, by Han So Young and humpback whale and ultramarinesilk

#talented baby squirrel #webtoon #webtoons #manhwa

[valkylander]

The correct way to interact with your little sister for the first time.

#Talented Baby Squirrel #Beatty Aslan #Carlitus el Aslan

[literaryphilanderer]

Webtoon: Talented Baby Squirrel

Korean Title: 아기 다람쥐가 다 잘해요 Author/Illustrator: Humpback Whale/Han So Young

Synopsis:

Beatty, a weak squirrel shapeshifter born into a lion family. Because of that, I grew up, abused in my aunt’s home in the Capital. When I told my only friend and fiancé, the Second Prince, that I’d be leaving to realize my dreams, “Litér, you bastard…!” I died from his poisonous fangs. When I opened my eyes again, I returned back to my childhood, to the moment before I got entangled with the Second Prince. What do you need when you’re young? Speed. I immediately escaped with just my body and set off to my father, the Lion Duke’s territory. Though I probably won’t be welcomed, if they take into consideration the incredible secret, which will only be discovered in the future, that I possess, then maybe they won’t kick me out… “Welcome, my lady!” “My God! When did you get so tall…?” “” Milady’s walking on those cute little feet!” ……Huh? Why are they welcoming me like this? Is that really my statue?

Thoughts:

Designed to tug at the heart strings, this manhwa has three great things and one bad. The great things include, glorious art, cute babies, and a solid plot. The bad thing is the atrocious translation. Still, the five chapters I read convinced me to carry on because I really need to see that aunt die. Or hurt. Plus, the squirrel baby is cute.

#webtoon #manhwa #talented baby squirrel #webtoon reviews

[kennahjune]

HEAR ME OUT?? Please—

I LOVE love LOve when like, in fics, Steve has this really weird talent or interest that nobody knows about or like nobody expects but then oddly enough it sort of fits him.

And just like— it opens up so much possibility for character projection.

My favorite is writer Steve but I’ve been growing increasingly obsessed with Steve who’s hyper fixation is snakes.

The image in my head is like— everyone’s hanging out at the trailer park for one reason or another, and they hear Robin fucking /screech/.

Everyone’s on their feet in a split second, worry and confusion and deep dread forcing the way into the forefront of their minds.

Turns out: it was a snake. A really small one at that.

Eddie and Wayne offer to take it and dispose of it, the two of them having done this various other times with the other snakes people find in the trailer park.

But Steve pushes to the front of the group yelling and scolding.

“No absolutely not!”

Eddie shares a look with Nancy, both chalking it up to Steve’s hero complex acting up and him trying to protect them from the potentially dangerous critter.

“Look, Stevie—“

“You are not going to kill that little sweetheart!”

Eddie paused, shared a confused furrow of brows with Nancy and Robin, and turned to face Steve fully.

“Stevie, baby, that’s a snake.”

Steve stood with his hands on his hips, a determined glint in his eye, and nodded. “No I thought it was a squirrel.”

Eddie sighed loudly. “Then what do we do with it?”

“Well not fucking kill it for starters! It’s harmless. Aren’t you baby?”

Eddie and everyone else watched Steve step up to the snake that was hanging from the trailer’s side door. “Um, Steve what’re you doing?”

Steve ignored them completely and simply plucked the snake from its place on the door. From somewhere beside Eddie Robin squeaked in horror and Will groaned while Lucas gave a violent shudder.

“Such a small baby aren’t ya?” Steve cooed at the little snake wrapped around his hand.

“Steve— that’s a snake,” Nancy said warily, eyeing said snake like it killed her mother. “A potentially dangerous snake.”

Steve scoffed while the snake lifted the front of its body to peer at him. “She’s not dangerous, she’s a goddamn rat snake. They’re harmless.”

Just as he said it, the snake turned its head and not his finger. Where Steve didn’t even blink, everyone else freaked.

Eddie and Robin rushed over to him, Eddie immediately taking a look at his hand but keeping his hands away from the snake. Robin kept her distance but rambled about rabies or whatever.

Steve huffed and laughed quietly. “Guys, seriously. It’s a rat snake, they’re completely and utterly harmless to humans. They have such a small amount of venom it doesn’t bother humans. And besides, this little baby’s so small she couldn’t even break the skin.”

He was right, there was no sign of breakage or even redness on Steve’s hand where he was bitten.

Eddie looked at his boyfriend a little in awe and even more in love.

Jesus Christ.

Dustin and Mike walked slowly over to Steve, each asking to hold the snake.

Steve held it out gently, Dustin taking it first and holding it delicately in his hands. When he passed it over to Mike, the snake wrapped itself around his hands and a bit up his arms. Eddie was a little in shock at the giggle the younger Wheeler let out.

Dustin, Mike and Steve sat on the trailer’s side steps and held the snake together, going back and forth about random animal topics that Eddie couldn’t be bothered to remember.

When he asked later, Will and Lucas were delighted to explain that the entire reason Dustin was allowed to join The Party was because in 4th grade he brought Mike a frog he found. Lucas explained that Mike and Dustin had both gone through and extensive reptile and amphibian phase in elementary school and still held onto some of that obsession.

From then on, whenever anyone in the trailer park found any form of snake or rodent that they wanted gone, they called Steve.

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #mike wheeler #eddie munson #will byers #lucas sinclair #snakes #rat snake #character projection #steddie #steddie hcs #steve x eddie #gay eddie munson #little baby snakes 🐍 #bisexual steve harrington

[teecupangel]

Concept: Imagine if Altaïr had a habit of adopting birds of prey and stuff.

Ezio did the same thing except with cats (including a lion cub, if you know the reference to Da Vinci you'll get it)

Connor adopted canines constantly.

Desmond inherits all of these and takes in every single stray animal he finds. It doesn't matter if it's even safe to keep as a pet. He just adopts every single animal in sight.

In other words, through genetic manipulations, the Isus have created the ultimate savior of humanity:

A Disney Princess.

And it all started with Altaïr accidentally turning one of the towers in Masyaf as an aviary that only housed Birds of Prey.

No one knows how he did it.

They were pretty sure he started doing it after his father died and no one had the heart to tell a grieving child to stop adopting birds as a coping mechanism.

By the time Altaïr had been initiated, the aviary and its occupants have become just another staple in Masyaf.

Is it weird that they only listen to Altaïr?

Is it weird to hear Altaïr have a full blown conversation with them?

Very much so.

But it was Altaïr.

He was as weird as he was talented.

So people just left him be.

Time passed and Altaïr became a legend in the Brotherhood.

There were whispers that he could command any kind of birds of prey to do his bidding.

Perhaps he could.

Perhaps he could not.

No one found out the truth.

Ezio, on the other hand, was known as a hoarder of cats.

He gives food to even the dirtiest stray cats that could be found scurrying in the streets.

And they would follow him back to the Brotherhood’s hideout where some poor servant or recruit would have to bathe the cat, suffering the scratches and bites.

Only to be rewarded by the cat purring contently when it is presented to Ezio who holds it in his arms and calls it bella or bello.

And then… Ezio managed to get a hand on an illegally smuggled lion cub who grew up to be quite… large.

A very spoiled large cat who always loved it when Leonardo would come to visit because he would give the lion treats so it would let Leonardo study it.

Now, Ratonhnhaké:ton didn’t plan to adopt any animals. It just so happened that he joined a wolf pack in taking down preys once and now he was considered a… ‘kindred spirit’. They would join Ratonhnhaké:ton whenever he was off hunting and wouldn’t take his kills.

When he left the village, he saved a dog being mistreated by Red Coats and the dog just followed him to the homestead.

While he was sleeping the barn, he saw another dog, all skin and bones, rummaging the containers where the old man keeps the horses’ food for any scraps it might eat and he felt sorry for it so he would throw it a bit of the meat he would prepare for him and the first dog that kept following him.

By the time, Achilles finally agreed to train him, the wolf pack that he had hunted with near his village came to the homestead and… just followed him around.

Achilles thinks it’s a gift.

That there have been Assassins that had a close kinship with animals like Altaïr with his birds and Ezio with his cats.

The wolf pack stayed in the homestead when Ratonhnhaké:ton went with Achilles to Boston. The dog that Ratonhnhaké:ton fed also stayed because they learned that he was already quite an old dog.

Achilles didn’t say anything but the grief in his eyes made it clear that the old dog’s owner had been one of the many dead Assassins that Achilles knew.

When Ratonhnhaké:ton returned from Boston…

Not only was he accompanied by the first dog he adopted, he apparently adopted 3 more dogs along the way.

Achilles has himself to blame for that one.

And so, time moves on and Desmond Miles is born.

The window to his nursery was always close because birds and squirrels would come inside an open window and surround his cradle.

His mother had been worried that those squirrels and even some of the birds might carry something that would make a baby sick.

When he grew older, his friends were the animals in the woods surrounding the Farm and the guard dogs that Farm used.

The other children thought he was weird because of his affinity to animals.

Many adults found it to be a bit disturbing but also a sign of the greatness that Desmond would achieve.

Why else would he have the same ‘skill’ as Altaïr and Ezio, after all?

Then Desmond showed… to be lacking in training.

He wasn’t bad.

He was even better than a lot of the other kids.

The problem was…

Everyone expects him to be more than that.

And Desmond couldn’t take it.

So he ran away.

And the animals ran away with him.

And Desmond finds an abandoned farm where he finally carves out a place of happiness for himself and his friends.

… Desmond has no idea where the bear came from but he became docile after Desmond scolded him for destroying the trash bin and eating spoiled food.

#it’s about leonardo’s mechanical lion #yeah that’s a thing #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #disney princess desmond

[murasaki-cha]

Wow I've never wanted to punch a child this hard

#about to make this entitled little shit extremely humble #I don't condone child violence but he's testing me #baby squirrel is good at everything #talented baby squirrel #manhwa

[whyyougottadothatbro]

fluffy little hannie drabble I wrote because I'm an absolute sucker for the man gosh i love him so much :(((

Playlist recommended : 🎧

Wc : 0.8k, barely proofread

2:36 AM

“hm?”

You hum in question as you offer jisung your left ear’s ear pod, sitting at the windowsill in your bedroom. Not the biggest apartment you could have landed in your budget, but its cozy and perfect for you, in fact, perfect for two.

“Mhm. Scoot over” he hums in acceptance, taking the ear pod from your extended hand and putting it in, as you scoot ahead from where you were leaning, making space for him to settle behind you, leaning your head against his chest with him stretching his legs ahead to have you sit in-between them, snuggled up against him, head against his shoulder, the perfect fit, his missing puzzle piece. 

“where do you even find these songs? I love them, especially when it gets this late” jisung finally relaxes his tense body that had been uptight the whole day, leaning his head so his squirrel cheeks smush against the crown of your head. It was late though, 2:36 AM to be exact, but a freshly showered jisung felt too heavenly against you, it probably would be 2:36 AM an hour later too, or 2 hours later even, dawn would slowly creep up into the sky and the night would slowly fade away into the day, but time in your world would stop the moment jisung took you in his arms and your skin was against his, his heartbeat next to your ear. 

“what do I say? Being a producer’s girlfriend does need some musical talent don’t you think?” you grin up at him, the skyline shining from the window against your back, the moonlight illuminating both your faces in its soft glow, and jisung adjusts the blanket to cover the both of you better, lips pressing against the crown of your head in a soft kiss.

“baby you could be tone deaf and I’d still love you to bits, your kickass music taste is just a cherry-on-top” you hum in agreement because you do know its true.jisung’s love is nothing like love you’ve felt before, and you know you’re keeping it by your side for as long as time allows you. 

the blanket covers you both in each other’s warmth with your usual comfortable silence cocooning you both in its ease.jisung was almost preparing himself mentally to carry you to bed again today because its too often you fall asleep like this, but you look at the night sky again, the thought of having a lazy morning with your lover the next day after so long keeping sleep away from you momentarily. 

“the sky’s so pretty today hm? Feels a bit different today don’t you think?” you ask him as you look at him again. jisung steals a quick glance to the sky again, then back to you. 

“maybe because we’re watching it together like this after a while?” he looks back down at you. But you, oh you’re too far gone, staring at jisung will never get boring, his beauty would never stop amazing you, your heart won’t ever stop loving him. Jisung lays his hand across your soft hand that had been resting against the side of his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. 

"Why do you sometimes look at me like that?" he asks in an almost whisper 

“hm?” you break out of your little daze, eyes searching for his. Jisung chuckles and asks you again,

“ I was asking.. why do you sometimes look at me like that?”

" like what?" 

"Like I hang the stars in the sky or something? Like I'm so precious?"

"Because you are, I don't know about the stars in the sky but the stars in my eyes come around only when I'm with you" your reply is as direct as it could get, and your ease in that answer catches him off guard. He knows how much you love him, your forwardness just leaves him amazed. 

“wow….” the blush is quick to spread across his cheeks and he just knows he’s using something like this in a song sooner or later, maybe he’d propo-

“besides, you’ve got stars on your nails too this time right? my star” you lean up to kiss him hard on the cheek, giggling when you fall back into your earlier position.

jisung, too speechless to say anything, squeezes you in his hold and kisses your nose, the melody playing in his ear makes it even more dream-like, as if you weren’t a dream come true for him already.

“I swear I’m giving felix such a big kiss tomorrow..”

You barely can get yourself to stop from laughing before you ask, “where did lix come from?” you ask him in between your giggles.

“that idiot is the reason I have the love of my life in my arms right now, I owe him big time”

“ah really? Then what does the love of your life get?”

“the love of my life? Baby you had me all for yourself the day you said yes”

“always?”

“always.” 

#stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids oneshot #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #skz oneshots #skz imagines #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #han jisung #han jisung oneshot #han jisung imagines #han jisung fluff #han jisung drabbles #stray kids jisung #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #skz fluff #han jisung soft hours #straykids x reader #straykids scenarios #stray kids x reader

[webtoonscreenshots]

Talented Baby Squirrel, by Han So Young and humpback whale and ultramarinesilk

#talented baby squirrel #webtoon #webtoons #manhwa

[salternateunreality2]

*walks up to the register*

Can I get a....uhh *squints because I don't have my glasses on* large Cloud headcanon, medium Sephiroth involvement, and a diet dash of Zack Fair? Actually no, make the Zack Fair a side.

And for a drink, can you maybe blend all the passion and talent you put in your writing and put it in a to-go cup please? Thank you! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Heck, this got away from me. I combined it with a writing exercise I'd been putting off, hope you enjoy!

Sorry, I can't put my writing into a blender or a cup, this baby is operated by a swarm of squirrels and lizards with minds of their own *slaps brain like the hood of a beloved pickup truck*.

It got so long, I had to move it to AO3.

#ff7 #cloud strife #sephiroth #zack fair #cadet cloud strife

[dear-friends-12]

When you get sick. (Ninjago boys x reader HC)

Kai

You wouldn’t want to admit that you’re sick. Because you didn’t want Kai to worry. He already has so much on his plate. You didn’t want to become a burden. So,you didn’t tell him and shut yourself in your room.

At first he just thought that you were reading a new book. You were a book worm at times. But,then he realized that you didn’t go to the bookstore with Zane.

You heard a knock on your door and answered it. You had your blankets around you. “Y-Yes.” You said. “You look..” He was going to say terrible. But,you just started dating and he didn’t want you to get mad. Kai did have trouble keeping dates. You sneezed. He helped you back to bed and made sure that you were comfortable. He would also make sure that everyone was quiet especially Jay. You needed your rest. If you needed more pillows he would just give you his. Although you would protest. You told him that you didn’t want to be a burden. “I don’t want you to ever think that way. I want to help you. Because you’re very special to me.” Hearing him say this caused you to blush. You still didn’t want to take his pillow. He insisted. After all he wanted you to get better. So,he could see you smiling again.

Jay

Jay wouldn’t know what to do at first. He would have squirrel brain. Jay would look for pillows,medicine and movies all at once. You would get up and get the medicine yourself. “No. No. You’re resting. I’ll help.” He would say. “But,Jay you don’t know how to take care of me.” “Don’t worry! It can’t be that hard. Now get back to bed.” He would respond. Jay helped you into bed. “Let’s get you tucked in and all bundled up. My little buttons.” He said putting blankets around you. Jay would mentally cringe. He sounds like his parents and it was embarrassing. But,you let out a soft giggle.

Jay would do his best to make sure you were comfortable. He would leave for a minute and then come back with a ton of movies. “I got some of your favorites.” He would say. If you didn’t want to watch anything. Then he would surround you with books, magazines and comics. Anything for his love.

Jay left snd soon it grew quiet. You were getting worried. Did he leave? Did he have ninja training? Then you heard a big boom and the fire alarm went off. “Ah!” You yelled. “No! No! No!” You could hear him yell. You got up and went into the kitchen. Jay looked embarrassed. Cooking wasn’t his talent fixing things yes. But,cooking no. “I-I made your favorite dish. Surprise.” He blushed. It looked extremely burnt to the point that you didn’t recognize it. He thought that you would scold him. But,no. Instead you had a smile on your face. It’s the thought that counts. Jay offered to get takeout from anywhere you wanted. He even got your favorite dessert. Although it was kinda hard to eat. Because you were bundled up with a lot of blankets.

Cole

Upon hearing that you have a cold he immediately comes over. You looked so cute in your pjs and slippers. At the same time you looked miserable. “I got just the thing.” He said holding a large pot. Oh good he brought you soup or ramen. You would sit down as he heated it up in the microwave. Cole brought you the tv tray and put on your favorite movie. He would bring you more pillows if needed. “Here you are my sweet tart.” He said putting a bowl in front of you. You looked down,shrugged and ate some. It took a while to kick in. But,it was hot chili not stew! “Hot!” You cried. Cole got you a drink of cold water. “I’m so sorry baby. I thought I brought stew. I must’ve accidentally grabbed chili.” He apologized. You forgave him and told him that you got your sense of smell back.

Cole would then make sure that you were comfortable. You had at least three blankets on you. You really wanted to hug him. But,you didn’t want to get him sick. You had a sad expression on your face. Cole didn’t like to see you cry. “What’s wrong? Do you need more tissues? More comics? Let’s see I have enough money to buy you a new issue. I’ll be right back and…” “No. Don’t go. I want you to stay here. Just for a little while.” You sighed. “I can stay here for a little bit longer. But,I’ll have to leave in a few hours.” He said.

You were glad that he was here. But,you still wanted a hug. You didn’t like being sick. “I want hugs.” You whispered pouting. So,you grabbed one of the pillows and hugged it. You yawned and your eyes felt heavy. “That was a great movie. The writers could have done better with the ending.” Cole said thinking that you were awake. He fixed your blanket. You hugged your pillow. He kissed your head and left your living room. Someone had to make dinner for you.

Zane

Zane would have a list of your medicines and what time you need to take them. Only thing was that you wouldn’t take your cough medicine. “It’s gross.” You whined. You didn’t like being stuck in bed. “If you want to get better then take your medicine. Say Ah.” He would say holding out the spoon. Normally you wouldn’t listen. But,Zane is the best boyfriend you could ask for. Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve him. You opened up then made a weird face. “There we are.” He gave you a pat on the head. You smiled loving the attention.

He would put on relaxing music for you. You couldn’t sleep because of the bell noise. You pouted. “I made soup for you.” Zane said giving you a bowl. You sat up and sighed. Zane was doing everything for you. If you needed more blankets he would get them. He was doing so much for you and you haven’t done anything for him. To be fair this relationship was still new. But,still Zane was so good towards you. You barely ate. “I put your favorite veggies in it.” He said. You looked down at the soup. It was true. This caused you to cry a little. Here you were acting like a diva. While Zane was doing everything to take care of you.

Zane would ask. “What’s wrong? What’s hurting?” “I don’t deserve you!” You would reply. “What makes you think that way?” “You’re too good to me. I’m acting like a spoiled child.” You sobbed. “No you’re not.” He responded. “But,you haven’t had time to train or do anything else.” “That’s not true. Aren’t we supposed to take care of each other? We are a couple now.” “Yeah…” You blushed. He gave you a hug. “Oh? The muffins are done. They’re your favorite.” Zane said. You really didn’t deserve him.

Lloyd

You wouldn’t tell him that you’re sick. When you didn’t show up to class or training. He got worried. You were always sitting in front of him or cheering him on. Did you get into some trouble? He finally stopped by your house. “Are you okay? I haven’t seen you all day.” He said. You put your blankets over your head. This caused the the blonde boy to pout. He really liked looking into your eyes. Were you mad at him? “(Y/n)? Please look at me.” Lloyd sighed. You could hear the worry in his voice. You pulled off the blanket. “I-I’m sick.” You said frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t want to worry.” You sighed then coughed. “You’re worrying me by not telling.” He said.

Lloyd wanted a healthy relationship. Communication was very important to him. Sure he didn’t know much about love. But,he knew bits and pieces. “Next time please tell me. I was worried that something really bad happened.” “I will.” You replied. Lloyd wanted to make sure that you got rest. So,he made sure that you had plenty of blankets. “Thank you.” You said softly smiling. If you had a sore throat. He would make you the biggest ice cream sundae. It was so good you had a cute smile on your face. He then would put your favorite movie.

You were starting to feel better. Only Lloyd had to leave soon. He had to go back to the bounty. (Or if it’s movie Lloyd then it’s almost past curfew and his mom would get mad.) “Are you going to be okay?” He asked you. “Of course.” “Are you sure?” “Yes teddy bear.” You said. “Good and who told you that name?” He asked frowning. “Jay did. Why did he tease you?” You would say. “Of course it was Jay.” Lloyd said. Let’s just say he would teach Jay a lesson. His friends embarrassed him all the time in front of you. Also they told you embarrassing things about him.

#lloyd x reader #ninjago #cute #kai x reader #zane x reader #jay x reader #cole x reader #fluff

[coralinnii]

The reincarnation series is just so SATISFYING and DELICIOUS, it's like binging one of those isekai historical fantasy mahwas in one go and I'm an absolute sucker for that stuff.

Out of curiosity, do you have any recommendations for that genre? I have a list haha: Who Made Me A Princess (An absolute classic, cried when it ended) Crazy Empress of the Magic Kitchen (My first taste of this genre, the mc is so badass in such a satisfying way) Taming the Lady (Can always relate to a simp fl and absolutely did not see them plot twists coming) The Divorced Duchess Bakes Cakes (I need this one to update faster, the need to watch the ex-husband regret his decision so much istg-) I Choose the Emperor Ending (Loved how smart the fl in the beginning, there's a satisfaction to watch medival people becoming enlightened to modern stuff that I can't explain-) Miss Not-So-Sidekick (the fl is us, we are the fl, one can only understand what I mean by reading it) ~Idia nonnie <3

Hmmmmm...should I expose my hermit self and recommend a literal page of all the villainess isekai manhwa/manga I can remember or should I pretend like I have a life?

Tell you what. I'll recommend some manhwa/manga based on the small reasoning you gave from your list (most of which I also read so yay shared taste!) These are also the ones I personally can still remember a chunk of their story but I may not remember everything and I want to let you know I won't get offended if you end up not liking them. Everyone has their likes and dislikes

Hope you enjoy, Idia nonnie ^_^

If you like sweet main leads getting the family love and happiness they deserve, you might like - Into the light once again - Father, I Don’t Want to Get Married! *takes a while to get there tho - Talented baby squirrel

If you like confident main leads who love food and cooking, you might like - Bon Appétit - The Duchess’ 50 Tea Recipes

If you like strong main leads who absolutely love their male leads, you might like - I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Crown Prince - Another Typical Fantasy Romance - For My Lost Love or For My Abandoned Love - Divorce plan with husband failed

If you like smart main leads that succeeds and get revenge on their terrible exes and/or family, you might like - I’ll Be The Matriarch In This Life - Of course, I'll claim Palimony! *not really an isekai but fantasy historical - Sister, I Am the Queen in This Life

If you like quick-thinking main leads that becomes the male lead's greatest support, you might like - I Became the Tyrant’s Secretary - I Became the Wife of the Male Lead or Author of My Own Destiny - This Villainess Wants a Divorce!

If you like hilarious main leads that gives no f*cks, you might like - If You Touch My Brother, You’re All Dead *the absolute insanity of this manhwa - Beware the Villainess! - A symbiotic relationship between a rabbit and a black panther *not really an isekai but fantasy historical - Is It a Fortune or Is It a Woe? or For Better or For Worse

#coralinnii #coralinnii answers

[risu5waffles]

Who, or What, is a risuko?

Tagged by@candybagcj , transfemme Alan Wake. Alaina? Would that be Alaina?

Who were you named after?

Like most trans gals, i'm named after myself. i honestly didn't realize it would work out to be squirrel girl until it was far too late. i was just thinking i was being clever wiv bilingual numbers puns.

Last time you cried?

i don't remember, and this is honestly a bit of a problem for me. i kinda feel like it would be a healthier if i could just have a good, honest cry for once. Oh! Wait, i do remember! But it's not really a public consumption story, sorry.

Do you have kids?

No. Steps were taken. There are a few folx in my community young enough to be my kids, and i only hope i have been a positive parental-adjacent person in their lives. That's an honest hope, they're good kids (tho', i think the youngest of that lot is a whole-ass adult now. How time flies).

What sports do you play/did you play?

Zilch, nada, none. Not very sporty, me. i tried a couple when i was a real wee squirrel, but none of them really stuck. i do like biking around and walking, so i'm not completely inactive.

Do you use Sarcasm?

Not as much as i used to, honestly. i've made an effort to get out of the habit. Partly because it doesn't really track well in Japanese, and partly because i think Whedon-esque/mst3k-style 90's snark is a bane. i'm well tired of social masks, and happy to be quit of them (medical masks, tho', those are great).

First thing you notice about people?

Fashion and ink, how they hold their bodies. My aversion to looking at people's faces has only gotten worse as i've gotten older.

Do you have any talents?

i was a dab hand at embalming way back in the day, and i can still walk through all the steps in my head.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Or, hear me out, scary movies wiv happy endings. i'm not against a total party wipe, and can appreciate them when they're done well. But i do like it when we can over come the metaphorical horrors, it happens so seldom in meatspace, you know? Also, i am morally obligated to mention here that the 1988 version of The Blob is one of the best movies ever, and is both scary and has a happy ending.

Where were you born?

i'm adopted, so i couldn't tell you wiv any real granularity. Blacksburg Virginia, US is as close as i can get you. Not a big city, tho', can't be that many hospitals. Unless i was born in a ditch. i'd honestly like it if i were a ditchwater baby.

What are your hobbies?

Creating in LittleBigPlanet (full series); wiv the official servers for 3 being down i've gone back to 1 & 2 to see how well i can do in those Create Modes; it's been fun. Trying to work up the courage to jailbreak my ps3 to get on the private servers, but fucking up my console or account isn't an expense i can really afford at the mo.

Do you have any pets?

i have a rat skeleton named Sydney who i rescued from a school i was demolishing (as part of a job, mind you. i didn't just rock up to some random school and start wailing away wiv a crowbar). i love her dearly, and have only fed her blood the couple of times.

How tall are you?

Oh! i just had a medical checkup, so i know this one; i am officially 178cm and some change.

What was your favourite subject in school?

Forensic Science in uni. We got to handle bones. i got to read through Spitz & Fisher's Medicolegal Investigation of Death. My prof had an entirely healthy fascination wiv kaiju (this was prior to coming to Japan, and in the 90's, so a bit more unusual than if i'd gone to school here).

Dream Job?

Embalming. Or at least something involving corpses. i get the dead way better than i get the living. And no corpse has ever called me fag (pejorative).

Who to tag, who to tag. Hrmm @soupum & @jacechaotic , but only to the extent you want to answer any of this, of course!

#risuko talks squirrel

[littlegodzilla]

Say in your bio that your requests were open🫣 …so don’t mind if I do request something.

First off, before the actual request I wanted to say that I appreciate all the work you’ve made and will do in the future. Second, the way you write things and the talent you behold just amazes me every single time I read something of yours. Third, I would write this myself but I love your writing too much to not request it here😭 I’m fr weak for your fics. Fourth and final, I hope you’re doing well and everyone else reading this🫶

I just got this idea in my head, now it’s not something massive just cute as hell but a little angsty and pretty short if I do say it myself.

So to the request,

What I was thinking is that Daryl who in this case don’t think of himself as anything special or anything to have. He also believes that he’s a complete asshole. So when the reader (fem!reader preferably but if you wanna do gender neutral!reader that’s completely fine with me!!) anyways, when the reader catches feelings for Daryl and begins to show it, he pretends like he doesn’t notice because he’s afraid that he will just end up hurting the reader. Therefore the reader doesn’t give up the hope for him and them to be together, but they’re too shy to actually make a bold move. Daryl is in fact interested in them but won’t admit it. So when it has passed a couple of years and nothing has happened between them (thinking like pre-negan Alexandria era) the reader makes a bold move. Like they try to kiss him or something, he accepts it. Yet he cuts it off and walks away after telling the reader that he likes them too but can’t be with them. He proceeds to ignore them for a couple of weeks until one day they find him and confront him since they didn’t have a shot to before he ran off. When they talk it out he reveals that the reason he can’t be with them is because he thinks so lowly of himself and is afraid he’ll hurt them. Then they tell him it’s okay and they start to kiss then the rest you decide yourself…

I literally wrote up there “it’s nothing massive” and “it’s pretty short” then I proceeded to write a full on essay🥲

Hiii!!

Wow I never expected that you liked my work, I read your stories and I loved them, it's a honor to me to do this request, your words mean a lot to me, I'm really happy and I hope you'll enjoy the story.

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Not Good Enough

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Requested by: @rickgrimeswifey

Warnings: Fluff. Confessions. Daryl POV.

Words: 4800

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(N/A: the look of the gif is important for the story, sorry I needed to do that)

***

Daryl can't stop looking at you, it's not the first time, and he's sure it won't be the last, he can't help it. You're talking to Michonne and Tara as you play with Judith, sitting on the porch in the house that is now yours in Alexandria, some want to find their own place, you've been stabilized there for a while, Maggie and Glenn are having a baby and have found their own home, though not too far away, always close to Rick and the others.

Daryl would like to have that too, with you, but he's not blind, he knows he never will. how could he? Ever since you came to Alexandria you've joked, you've played around telling everyone you're boyfriend and girlfriend, but it's not true, you've never had that kind of relationship. How could you want anything with him? What good is he? Nothing, he's just a sniffer dog, a hunter, a squirrel eating redneck with a lousy sense of humor who doesn't know how to socialize with anyone. Yet Daryl would love to be able to play along with your game and joke and fool around in front of the rest like you do. But he gets blocked every time you touch him or look at him.

It wasn't an immediate thing, he knows that. You met at the Greene's farm, Maggie's friend, you were there because your family fell ill and were in the barn with the other Walkers, though at first Daryl and the others didn't know that, of course. You were studying the medical books Hershel had, which you had taken from the town library when it all went down. Daryl saw you as a lost girl, innocent and locked in your world, the security the farm gave you with the family put you in a bubble, but you had strength, you didn't hesitate to help Carl, you didn't hesitate to help him when he appeared as a rag, when Andrea shot him.

He started to see changes in you and himself when the farm fell, you cried for all you had lost and left behind, but soon you became one of the group, you didn't mind standing guard at night, you took care of Carl when Lori was exhausted from pregnancy, you tried to cheer up Beth and Maggie, you kept studying with Hershel. Daryl started to feel something after a few weeks of travel, when he discovered you trying to learn how to fight, you had a hunting knife and a rudimentary bow that almost made the hunter laugh, but you were trying, he wanted to teach you and from that day a beautiful friendship was born between you.

Not only that, Daryl knows now and he knew soon after, in prison, how fucked up he was when he looked at you and felt his skin crawl, how his stomach would shrink when other men approached you. Jealousy. Daryl had never experienced that kind of jealousy before and he felt stupid. He had no right to feel jealous, not because you were nothing more than good friends. You had every right to look for someone better, someone who truly deserved you.

"Why don't you tell her how you feel about her?" insisted Carol a couple of times, Daryl growled like a wounded animal.

"Ain't gotta feelings for her. She's just a friend."

"Of course..." She snorted in amusement leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Then the prison fell and for a moment he thought he had lost you, chaos, gunshots, Hershel's death, zombies invading the prison, everything on fire, the group dispersed completely, he was left alone, running into a group of drones before falling into Terminus with several other comrades, Daryl was relieved to see them, but at the same time the panic was greater.

Then Carol blew it all up and you were with her. He hugged Carol with all his might and with you he did exactly the same, he pressed you against his chest feeling his arms shaking around your body.

"Easy Dixon, you're not getting away from me that easy." You joked and Daryl wished he could tell you he didn't plan to, but he bit his tongue in time.

Now in Alexandria everything is much more relaxed, everything seems to fit, the group has adapted quickly, there have been some altercations that they have had to solve, they have shown that they are of use, that these people need to know how to defend themselves for whatever has to come, because peace, unfortunately, does not last forever, but it is a good place, Daryl knows that, when Deanna asked him that first day if he wanted to be there, he said yes, that the children deserved a safe place, he never thought of himself, he was just passing through, if his people decided to stay and he was not comfortable, he was willing to leave, not to be a burden. But he was never able to truly walk away.

And there he is now, trying to fix a bike Aaron found some time ago, he told him if he could rebuild it he could go out with him to explore, to find more people who needed shelter, Daryl was fine with that, getting out of there even if it was just for a few hours took his mind off the thinking and the burden.

"Congratulations Mr. Explorer." You had joked when he told the rest of the group. "I hope you'll give me a ride one day." You smiled winking at him and he felt himself blush.

"Oh come on, you're his girlfriend, I'm sure he gives you more than that." Rosita joked and you laughed hysterically, but Daryl had to pull away feeling like his face was going to explode.

He's concentrating on repositioning some parts that from rattling along the forest roads have come a little loose when he hears a male voice near where you are. Trying to disguise his anxiety he raises his head to discover Spencer talking to you, he has completely ignored Michonne and Tara who look at the man between amused and curious, the eldest Monroe son has leaned over the stairs and caresses Judith's hands as he talks to you. You smile politely and respond, but Daryl can read what he can't see; your body tense, leaning back slightly, your eyes shifting nervously, your lips forced into that smile. You're uncomfortable.

He gets up from the ground wiping the grease off his fingers with the red scraf he always carries with him, puts it in his back pocket and walks straight towards you, he's left the crossbow next to the bike, he doesn't know what he might hear when he gets there and he doesn't want to put an arrow in Spencer's head 'by accident.' When he reaches the porch he sees your eyes looking at him and your body instantly relaxes, your gaze soften and your smile becomes sincere. Daryl's heart hits his chest hard and he feels his cheeks burn, but he tries to appear normal.

"What's wrong Monroe?" he wants to sound calm and relaxed, but his words come out as a bark startling the younger man.

"Dixon..." He greets him reluctantly and breaks away from you to look at him. Your body relaxes a little more and you use Judith's hand to greet him, Daryl feels his mouth curve into a small smile, but he turns his attention back to Spencer when he moves. "Nothing, I was just talking to the girls."

"My mom's having a party, it's been two years since you guys got here and she wants to celebrate that everything is still peaceful." He says matter-of-factly. "I guess you're not interested, it wouldn't be the first time you didn't show up..."

"Sure... What about, is everything okay?" he shrugs and Spencer mimics his gesture.

Daryl bites his lip several times, trying to control what he wants to say, he knows it's not the time or the place, Spencer is just a kid in his eyes, he's just teasing him to set him off, but Daryl has learned to have some self control, he's not as volatile as he used to be. Or at least he tries to be. Then he sees you get up leaving Judith with Michonne and walk towards him. He holds his breath as your arms wrap around his arm and you press yourself against him. Again that game pretending to be his girlfriend.

"Of course he's coming, we were all adjusting that night, but this party we're not going to miss, are we?" You look at him with bright expectant eyes, he knows you're really proposing, he knows if he says no Spencer will take the opportunity to invite him himself. He grunts low and shakes his head.

"Sure, we'll go." He huff nodding again.

"Okay, great, the more the merrier." There's a hint of annoyance in his voice and it makes Daryl's chest swell and at the same time his alarms go off even more.

He knew Spencer had an interest in you, but he never thought it was that much, in everyone's eyes you're a couple and yet he's still trying to hit on you, he's certainly not to be trusted. Daryl has to be careful with him. Before he's aware you are left alone on the porch, Spencer is gone and Michonne and Tara laugh as you let go of the hunter's arm.

"You can't refuse now." Your voice brings Daryl back to Earth. "You're coming with me to the party." You insist and Daryl mentally curses.

"It's okay, I dunno know why you guys insist on those stupid parties, it ain't the world it used to be."

"That's exactly why, a little 'normalcy' never hurt anyone. I'll be at Rick and Michonne's." You inform him. "And shower!" you order him, Daryl rolls his eyes in disgust as he walks away hearing your friends' laughter.

***

Hot water running over his entire body, hair plastered to his face, dirt being washed down the torrent getting lost in the shower drain, Daryl has his hands resting on the wall of the small room and his head sunk between his arms. He really doesn't believe he's doing this. He really can't believe he's nervous about this. He could have talked to you, he could have told you to forget it, that he wasn't going to that party with you, but something inside him stopped him from doing it. He was curious, not about the party, but about seeing you, you had said you were going to be at Rick and Michonne's house which meant you were going to get ready for the event and Daryl wants to see you. He's never been a detail man, he's never stopped to look at how a woman dresses, before or after the zombie apocalypse, but he has to admit that if you're going to wear a dress, he's eager to see how it looks on you.

He turns off the shower tap at last, brushes several strands of hair away from his face and steps out, rubbing his body against the towel. His reflection looks back at him in the mirror and he stands there staring at himself for a few moments. The dripping hair, long and matted, the unkempt beard from several weeks of routing with Aaron, his body, his skin, always full of wounds, scars covering his chest, his shoulders, not to mention his father's gift on his back, no, he certainly wasn't the kind of man you deserved to see or touch. He chews his lip several times before wrapping his towel around his waist and exits the bathroom. His steps are hesitant until he reaches Carol's room where he very slowly knocks on the door. After a few seconds in silence the door opens and Carol looks at him in surprise.

"Daryl, is something wrong?"

"I need yer help." He confesses and the woman looks him up and down before nodding her head.

**

He clenches his hands nervously by the door of the Grimes' house. His heart is about to pound out of his chest and he's almost startled when he rings the doorbell and it rings louder than he expects. He's never felt nauseous before, not from nerves, maybe after a bad hangover, but this is different. It's like he's a virgin boy going after the most popular girl in high school to go to the prom, when has he ever been fifteen again? There's still time, he could turn around and run away, but it wouldn't do much good, Alexandria is fenced in by high walls and even if he took the bike and escaped, he knows you'd find him. The door then opens and Daryl loses all sense of speech.

"Wow Dixon, you look amazing." You say with a wide, sincere smile.

Yes, Carol maybe have done wonders with him, she had done his hair and cut it a bit, even shaved and fixed his goatee giving him a more handsome touch, or so she had said, they had found a black shirt and jeans that he fit into well, without being too baggy or too tight, the only thing Carol had allowed him to wear with him was his vest and even that had cleaned it up a bit.

But you look beautiful.

You've pulled your hair up in a nice headdress, with a few loose strands, falling wildly down your face, you've let them paint your eyes and lips a little, though you're clearly not comfortable in it, but the dress, Daryl looks you up and down several times, is a nice dress that fits the shape of your chest with a black belt to then fall free to your knees, it has a suggestive neckline, without being obscene, and Daryl would swear your legs are longer thanks to the high heels you're wearing. He smiles and clears his throat trying to get the words back in his mouth.

"Ya look good." It's the only thing she's able to say coherently. A snicker escapes your nose and you nod.

"Thanks, so... shall we go?"

Daryl shakes his head and walks down the porch steps waiting for you to follow him, however, you don't move from the door, he turns back to look at you and you wave your hands for him to come back with you.

"I'm sorry, but I'm unable to walk in these, I need help."

"Then why did ya put them on?" he comes back to your side and you hold tightly to his arm, so you walk to the Monroe's house.

"Never mind, Daryl, just help me." You laugh and he knows he's missing something, but he doesn't insist either.

At the party no one takes their eyes off you, Rosita and Abraham comment several times that you look spectacular, that dress looks amazing on you and you are only able to smile and blush, there are also words for Daryl, loaded with jokes and trying to tease him because he finally knows what a shower and a comb is, but he ignores them, even Deanna seems surprised when she approaches to greet you two.

"Wow, Rick surprised me back in the day, but he's certainly not the only one." She says looking at him and you laugh, Daryl tenses when your fingers brush his cheek leaving a warm trace on his skin.

"My man has always been very handsome, but he's a little shy." You joke and Deanna laughs with a nod.

"Of course, enjoy the party." She encourages you and walks away to continue talking to the rest of the guests.

Daryl can't deny that parties are still not his thing, too many people, too much noise, engrossed laughter, repetitive music, constant greetings and conversations that lead nowhere, he has stayed on one side of the room, with the first drink he's been given and hasn't tasted yet, observing everything, every inhabitant of the community, every movement, conversation, laughter, everything he studies intently while not losing detail of where you are, it's hard not to, every time your dress dances, his eyes are riveted on your figure and he feels like a pervert because he would love to get lost under your skirt.

"Daryl!" he freaks out when your face appears in front of him closer than he thought you were, he tries to back away, but the wall cuts off his escape. "Let's dance."

"What?"

"Dance, it's a party! at parties you dance."

"No, ain't dance." He quickly denies. "I think I should go now."

"It's still early, besides, are you going to stand up your girlfriend? That would be ugly."

"I don't..." He bites his lip again. "We ain't boyfriend and girlfriend..." He whispers feeling those words burn in his throat.

"But they don't know that." You say laughing mischievously and grab his arm dragging him along with the rest of the crowd.

"W-Wait!" he tries to stop you, but it's too late.

Your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers crossing over the back of his neck, you cling to him to start moving to the soft rhythm of the music, the mood has completely changed and Daryl is feeling a little overwhelmed. Not knowing how to act he places his hands on your ribs and you laugh again.

"Lower them a little, Robocop, to my waist." You guide him.

He obeys, his hands sliding down your sides to rest on your waist, he breathes heavily, as if short of breath and feels warm, it's possible he's having a panic attack, he's never experienced one, but he's sure that's what it is. You smile again and as the two of you move slowly like the rest of the couples, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. Daryl is convinced you can hear his heart beating a mile a minute, his hands are shaking on your body and he's sweating like he's inside a sauna. His eyes then discover that Spencer isn't taking his eyes off you and his hands tighten on you out of pure instinct. You sigh without waiting for the grip and your fingers tangle in his hair.

"I like the way you've done your hair...your messy, disheveled style doesn't bother me either, but you look...cute"

"Thanks...I guess, that a woman call a man 'cute' ain't sure if is a good thing." He says in a breathy whisper, his eyes riveted on Spencer, challenging each other and you laugh. "I asked Carol for help..."

"Uhm right, I should have figured." You laugh again and your body vibrates with his. "I have to thank her." You say it sincerely, even though he doesn't appreciate it.

The party is behind you when you decide to leave, it's still early, but you feel that Daryl has hung in there long enough and delivered better than you expected, you really didn't even think he was going to show up and you'd go to the party alone, it was a pleasant surprise to discover him on the other side when you opened the door. You are elated, you haven't had much to drink, you know it's not because of that, you feel good, like you haven't for a long time, you are safe, you live in a great community, your people are adapting, you have a present and the future doesn't seem so bad. You have Daryl and you can't say for sure, but for the first time since you started testing the waters, you seem to be on the same page, Daryl doesn't reject your flirting, he still gets nervous, but he handles it better than before, you can even tell he seems jealous of Spencer to you. Maybe he's finally lowered his walls himself, he's showing himself to you freely.

"Daryl..." You call out to him and he stops.

You look at each other for a few seconds that seem to last an eternity. He doesn't know what to do, why you've stopped, what you really want. You take a few steps closer, rest a hand on his chest and luckily those heels are high enough, you just have to lift your head a little and kiss him. Very shallow, testing the waters, however when you want to pull away Daryl grabs you by the waist and kisses you back. An intense, almost fierce kiss, he holds you by the nape of your neck and his tongue bursts inside your mouth. You moan and Daryl's eyes widen. He pulls away from you as if you're on fire and takes a few steps back.

"What?" you gasp, your head spinning. "What's wrong?"

"No, this isn't right." He shakes his head, his fingers rubbing his lips. "No..."

"Daryl, hey, listen to me. I kissed you." You try to move closer, but he pulls back again.

"No, fuck no, no, not this..." He runs his hands over his face and growls. "Why did ya do that?"

"Why? I think it's clear, Daryl, I-I lo..." You start to say, but redden.

"No, don't say it. There are thousands of guys better than me here." He spits angrily. "Why me?"

"Why you? Oh for God's sake Daryl, you're better than them..."

"No! I'm no good at anything, I'm just a fucking redneck, I only know how to go out there, kill zombies and hunt squirrels. I don't..." He shuts up and looks at you, he can see the doubt and confusion on your face and it makes him feel even worse. "No, find someone else who really deserves ya. Because I'm not good for this, I'm not... I'm not what ya deserve." He growls finally and like a wounded puppy he turns and runs away from there.

You don't even have time to think, nor to defend yourself, nor to run after him, because when you try your heels prevent you from doing so, making you stumble. This was certainly not how you expected the night to end.

**

Daryl ignores you. No. Daryl runs away from you, every time you meet in any place or room, the archer turns around and disappears. He knows he's acting like a real asshole, but he's really just a scared little boy. That kiss haunts him every night, he dreams of what might have happened next, the feel of your body next to his is so real that every morning he wakes up covered in sweat and with a painful, as well as embarrassing, erection. He can't look you in the face, not when every time he does his dreams come back to his mind. Not after everything he said to you.

He regrets it because he knows he could have handled the situation differently, you could have talked and made things clear, but he panicked because you love him, his feelings are reciprocated and that terrifies him. It terrifies him because he doesn't want to tie you to him. It's not fair to you. He knows you'll find something better, even Spencer would be a better candidate than him.

He grunts and shakes his head at his own thoughts. No, maybe not him, but surely someone would come along who would.

"What have you done now?" Carol's voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He peers over the side of the bike and shrugs.

"Why did I have to do anything?"

"Because she's in a rage and I'm sure it's your fault."

"Who?"

"For God's sake, don't play this game, Daryl, you know perfectly well who I'm talking about." She replies angrily, crossing her arms. "So you tell me the easy way or I'll end up getting it out of you the hard way, your choice."

Daryl gives her a sidelong glance, he hates it when his friend uses that overbearing motherly tone, he's unable to deny her what she asks whenever she does, he nods and stops what he's doing, wiping his hands.

"What happened at the party?"

"...We kissed..." He whispers and Carol's eyes sparkle with excitement.

"Oh Daryl, what kinky thing did you propose to do?" he knows his friend's voice is laced with irony, but he doesn't feel like playing along.

"I told her she deserved better..." he confesses and Carol's smile falters.

"But Daryl, she..."

"Yes, I know, but no." He denies again. "And ain't need yer advice, or yer comfort, not this time, Carol. It's my decision."

"It's a stupid decision, you know that, don't you?" She's still angry, but she can't burden him within her nonchalant gesture she knows her friend is having a hard time.

That doesn't mean she's going to listen to him.

***

"Daryl." Carl shows up by the garage that afternoon, Daryl has returned from a patrol with Aaron after several days of scouting around.

"Hey kiddo, what's up?"

"Uhm I need your help, Dad and Michonne have left me in charge of Judith, but something's happened..." He lowers his head nervously and Daryl gets nervous.

The two rush home, Carl looking so agitated that the older man's distress grows by the minute. When they arrive at the Grimes' house, Carl stands in the doorway and points upstairs to where the baby's room is. Nothing is heard, no crying, no laughter, nothing, and that shrinks the archer's heart. Without waiting for the young man to follow him, he goes up the stairs two at a time. Everything is in darkness, in the distance, in a room with a half-open door, a small hand can be seen, someone lying on the floor.

Daryl enters the room like a hurricane, his heart hammering in his ears, his pulse racing and barely able to breathe. But there is no Judith. What's on the floor is a doll. He hears the street door close and the bedroom door close. When he turns around he discovers you there, leaning against the door, arms folded across your chest, scowling at him. His heart stops and the blood freezes in his veins.

Caught.

He shifts nervously, picks up the doll from the floor and looks at it in his hands, looks at you and points at the object.

"Twisted..."

"You asked for it, it's impossible to talk to you." You shrug, you know it was cruel, putting Judith in danger even if it's fictional.

Daryl puts the doll down on the bed and looks around, there's a window, the house isn't very high and there's the porch roof, he could jump through it and run away that way.

"Don't even try." You say reading his mind. "I've jammed the window so you can't open it, so you have no escape."

"How did ya come up with all this?"

"Carol gave me some ideas."

"Of course..." He growls clenching his fists. he's going to kill his best friend. "Listen to me..."

"No, you listen to me." You cut him off. "That night you walked out without letting me explain myself, you spouted all that shit and you didn't even hear my opinion, well, now you're going to hear it, whether you want to or not." You're still angry, hurt, anger makes your voice vibrate just like your body, you don't handle anger well, you're not an irascible person and it frustrates you when you find yourself like this.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"No! Fuck no, we kissed, I kissed you and you kissed me and suddenly everything went to shit." You snap and fidget nervously. "I love you, Daryl, a lot and for a long time, but I'm sure you knew that, but it was easier to pretend I didn't." You lick your lips and sigh. "I joked and fooled around trying to figure out where the line was, but you never stopped me, so I thought maybe it wasn't just me, that you were too..." You look sideways at him, but he has his eyes glued to the floor. "Then you got jealous with Spencer and my hopes went up..." You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you rub your eyes. You don't want to cry. "But you can't tell me you don't want to be with me because I don't deserve you..." Your voice sounds broken and Daryl lifts his head, he doesn't want to make you cry. "If you don't feel the same way, if I've misunderstood all this, I apologize and I'd like us to be friends again, like before, but you can't reject me just because you think I don't deserve you..."

"It's just that ya deserve better, ain't..."

"How can you say that? I don't know anyone better than you, Daryl. You say you're just a redneck, you're good for nothing and I say bullshit!" You burst out and Daryl looks at you with wide eyes. "I don't know anyone who deserves to be happy more than you." You whisper and wipe away a few tears that run down your face, Daryl slowly walks towards you. "I don't care that you're made for this world, because, after all, we've all adapted, but you're so much more than a soldier, than a redneck; you're a good man, and kind, you're faithful and loyal to your people, you're protective and loving, you take care of the children, you make sure no one lacks food, no one is cold or afraid at night. You are everything I want..." You confess and Daryl feels as if he himself could burst into tears at any moment. "So if you don't feel the same way I do, I'll understand and let you go, but if you really have feelings for me, I don't..." You can't finish the sentence.

Daryl holds your cheeks and kisses you intensely. You gasp for a second, but you're not going to let him pull away, you stand on your tiptoes and reciprocate his kiss. Daryl growls against your mouth and pushes your body against the door as his tongue tangles with yours, your whole body trembles, wrapped in too many feelings you don't know how to express, too long repressing yourself and finally being reciprocated.

"Yer everythin' I want too..." Daryl whispers when you break the kiss and you both smile.

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The End.

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