#thank you for rick's chest hair/happy trail

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × OC, Rick Grimes × sister OC

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood

Chapter: 3.07

“Aunt Lily! Aunt Lily!” Carl runs towards you holding a green balloon in the shape of a dog; he shows you it proudly. “Look what my dad made me; it’s so cool.”

Smiling, you ruffle his hair. Being surrounded by screaming kids with sticky hands and zero concept of personal space was your idea of hell, but it was worth it to see Carl enjoying his sixth birthday party. His friends from school and a few from his soccer team had attended the party being held in your brother's backyard, and now that the sugar rush and excitement of new toys were catching up with your nephew, his eyes were becoming a lot heavier as his friends started to be picked up by their parents.

You smile, feeling Shane’s lips brush against the curve of your ear. “You want to bail out soon? The little man looks as if he’s about to crash soon, and Lori will rope us into cleaning up.”

“Hmm, what are you thinking?”

Chucking, he kisses the side of your head and then your cheek. “I’m thinking of taking my pretty girl out for dinner and a late-night movie.”

You motion to the cooler full of ice cubes and bottles of beer sitting on the opposite end of the wooden table you were standing beside. “Do you think we could sneak a few of those with us for the movie?”

“That would be stealing, ma’am.”

“Well, I know a few ways to keep out of trouble, deputy.”

Standing up, you smooth out your yellow sundress just as your brothers walk by with a couple of on-duty cops who had dropped by to suck up to Rick by giving Carl a gift. You smile politely at them before leaning back into Shane’s embrace and quietly asking, “You still don’t like them, huh?”

“Rivers and Young?” He finished the dregs in his cup. “The kids have a lot to learn; I wouldn’t want them answering a call for my mom or my girl.”

You knew Shane wasn’t saying this lightly; he often gave rookies the benefit of the doubt.

Groggily, you stare up at the ceiling, feeling devoid of any real emotion as you think back on old memories. Once you had fought to push to the back of your mind because you found thinking of the chain of events that came from that party so upsetting. Jace’s babbling pulls you from your trail of thought. He crawls up onto you, his saliva drooling onto your top. “Thanks, kid.”

He babbles some more, as if he were communicating in his own way.

“Yeah, yeah.” You tickle Jace’s cheek with his finger. His smile lightens your mood slightly. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done, you know that?”

You slide your fingers over Jace’s dark hair as he leans his head on your chest. Sighing, you close your eyes again, but the peacefulness only lasts for a few moments. The second you hear the noise of crutches tapping against the prison flooring, you open your eyes and sit upright.

“Is everything okay, Hershel?”

“How’s your leg feeling today?”

When you returned to the prison, Hershel stitched up your leg to stop the bleeding, but there wasn’t anything he gave you to help ease the pain. “It feels as if it’s getting better, thanks.”

The older man leans against the cell doorway, his eyes crinkled with exhaustion. “I just thought you would want to know Glenn took Carl looking for the breach. They’ve just come back.”

—

You stormed to the other side of the cellblock, where most of your group was gathered. Beth was humming to your niece, Judith, while Glenn explained that they didn’t find the breach. Maggie looks up, surprised when she sees you looking so irritated. She forces a smile. “How’s the little stinker doing?”

“Happy to see you,” you hand her Jace before turning to glare at Glenn. “I told you not to take Carl with you.”

Glenn lets out a frustrated sigh. “Lily, we need to find this breach fast. For all we know, our home could be filled up with walkers or the governor's men at any moment.”

“Exactly, which is exactly why you shouldn’t have taken a thirteen-year-old with you. Carl’s just a kid!” You wave your arm between the two of them and say, "Look at how much blood you are covered in. How many walkers did you need to kill just to get out?”

Glenn shakes his head. Instead of bonding over the trauma you had gone through together, the experience was causing friction between you. Your friendship with Glenn meant a great deal to you, but keeping Jace, Carl, and Judith safe was the most important thing.

Hershel tries to intervene and calmly says, “I still think we should go; we still have time.“

“For the last time, we aren’t running!” Glenn snaps, frustrated.

“We should have grabbed things and left last night; this place isn’t worth dying over.” In your mind, the only reason you had to stay was waiting on Daryl coming back, but you had no idea when he would return, and by then you might have all been slaughtered like cattle by the governor. “We survived living on the road before without any transport. This time, we have multiple cars to use.”

“Last time Hershel had two legs, we didn’t have a screaming baby.”

“What are you even talking about? Jace was with us the entire time, and we survived.”

“Yeah, but we got lucky with Jace not being able to hear loud noises.”

“What did you just say?”

Glenn stares at you with his mouth agape. You glance at Carol and Maggie, who both lower their heads. You are in a constant state of denial, refusing to accept the reality of your situation. Jace’s hearing wasn’t what it should be, but hearing Glenn say it so harshly, it feels like a physical blow to the gut, as if he'd punched you.

“Lil-”

You lick at your dry lips, then turn to face Carl and say, “From now on, you only listen to me or your dad.”

Carl looks like he wants to protest, but he nods without saying anything. You take Jace from Maggie, and in a softer tone, you say, “Right, munchkin, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Lily,” Glenn calls out, “I just meant—”

“Seriously, just leave it.”

—

Standing outside, you lean against one of the cars, watching your brother mumble to himself while wandering outside the prison gates. You had tried to get him to come back inside, but he wasn’t listening. You had left Jace inside to play with the toys Daryl had found under the watchful eyes of Beth. You were well beyond being hacked off; Rick was so damn busy chasing ghosts to even notice how much you needed him; and Daryl was gone. You knew why he was gone, but you were growing tired of feeling so alone.

Hearing voices, you look over your shoulder and see Hershel chasing after Glenn on his crutches. “You’re not going back to Woodbury, are you?”

“No. I’m just going out there.”

“I’ll go with you,” Hershel offers.

“I got it.”

“By yourself? How can you possibly think that’s a good idea?”

“I can’t just sit on my hands,” he resorts defensively. “I’ve got to do something to keep Maggie and everyone else here safe. I’ve already failed once.”

“Glenn, nobody blames you for what happened to you and Lily. There was no way you could have known what would happen; there was no way to prevent it.”

“With Daryl gone and Rick wandering crazy towns, I’m the next in charge.”

“Like hell you are,” you frown, making your presence known. “You want to keep Maggie safe, then be here to do it. I get that you’re mad and frustrated because I’m the exact same, but we can’t be making rash decisions.”

Glenn brushes by you and opens the car door without saying a word.

“We’ve already lost Shane, Lori, T-dog... I don’t want you to be the next person we lose.”

Without even glancing back at you and Hershel, he drives off.

—

You and Rick exchange a look as Hershel tries to talk some sense into him, but you knew from the look in his eyes that he was too far gone to register the advice on grief the older man was giving him. Sighing, you go to the wired-up hole in the fence and start to untie it. You’d be damned if you were leaving him as walker bait any longer; he might not have listened to you before, but now you weren’t giving him a choice.

“Lily, stay behind the fence. It’s dangerous out here.”

“No shit-”

A bullet whizzes past your ear, narrowly missing as it skims the top of your shoulder. The sound of gunfire fills the air as you frantically scan the area for the source. Adrenaline pumping, you grab hold of Hershel and pull him with you as you drop to the ground, heart racing in your chest.

Your brother's pained voice echoes loudly, “Lily!”

You feel the heat from where the bullet grazed your skin, leaving a burning sensation. Your vision blurs momentarily as you struggle to focus amidst the chaos.

“Rick, you need to get back inside the fence!”

Using the long grass of the field in the prison yard as cover, you roll onto your stomach and peak up to see the direction of the shooter and see three different men. The governor is one of them.

Son of a bitch.

Rick was pinned down, and you could hear bullets coming from the opposite side of the courtyard, which meant they had someone right outside the prison. The governor was firing bullets into the air; the way he was wasting bullets meant he had a vast supply. You watch in horror as a van crashes through the fence, and you duck down lower to avoid being seen by hun.

The stench of decay hits your nose, and at the same time, the sound of snarling hits your ears, and you realize the drivers realized walkers into the field.

“Lily, Hershel, get the hell out of there!”

Hershel fires at the undead, trying his best to keep them at bay. Knowing you don’t have many bullets left, you grip the cold, rusted pole that’s lying on the ground and use it to stab Walker in the head. With so many undead people surrounding him, the governor and his men retreat.

“Fuck, there are too many of them!”

More walkers enter the field, attracted by all the noise, their eyes filled with hunger and malice. You can see their twisted limbs and rotting skin as they approach. Another wave of dread courses through you when you hear another vehicle course through, but thankfully it was Glenn returning and not another van full of walkers.

He pulls the truck over, and Michonne, who you didn’t even realize was in the field, jumps inside, then Glenn drives it over to where you are. Hearing a cry for help, watch as Rick backs up against the fence, trying to fight off multiple walkers at once.

“No, no, no!” You try to run to him, but Glenn and Michonne drag you back and force you into the truck. “We need to go back; we can’t leave him!”

“He’s not alone!”

When the vehicle approaches the prison yard, Maggie and Carl open the gate to let the truck through. Soon as it stops, you jump and hug Carl. “Are you okay? You hurt?”

“No, but you are.”

“I’m okay, we’re okay.” You look around and notice Axel’s body laying on the ground, he had been shot in the head. “Carl, go back instead and stay with Jace and Judith, okay?”

“I’ll go with him,” Beth says, and the two of them go back inside.

You walk as close as you can to the fence without a walker being able to reach you through the holes, and you watch as Daryl and Merle fight off walkers alongside your brother.

Glenn taps your good shoulder and says, “You should get inside so Hershel can check you over.”

“I’ll wait… Thanks for saving our asses.”

“Always,” he says, giving you a knowing look. “What the hell happened?”

“Whatever this was, it’s only the beginning.”

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[coryosbaby]

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Podrick Payne x fem! Plus size! Reader

18, MDNI !! established relationship, oral (f recieving), vaginal fingering. Short ‘n sweet ♡︎

When you wake, it’s next to your husband.

You look at him so fondly that anyone around you would think you were put under some sort of spell. You’re so incredibly in love with your boy, all soft and warm and loving. You want to give him children and make a hundred little Podricks. You’ve never wanted that with anyone else.

But there isn’t time for children— at least, not in this day and age, with you and Podrick being so busy and all. Which is why you’re so thankful to wake up on this Saturday morning with your husband released from his occupation for the day, curled up under furs and snoring softly as he slumbers, and you, a seamstress, telling a little white lie to miss your shift.

You wake him up with kisses. Starting on his nose, then his forehead. His cheeks, which have begun to grown a bit of stubble, come second to last. His eyes flutter open when you finally press a kiss to his mouth. He smiles up at you, all crooked and perfect, and you swoon.

“Good morning,” he murmurs. His hand moves up to your hair to push a stray lock out of your face.

“Good morning, sweet boy.”

He turns his head to the side, looking out the covered window across the room, and yawns. You can’t suppress the grin that splits across your face. You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy in your life.

“What time is it?”

“A little past the eighth hour, my love.”

He hums sleepily, as he rests his arms over his head and buries himself against the pillows. You press your head to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. His skin is soft and warm, and you press a kiss to his chest, which is covered in light brown chest hair and a few scars. Your hand melds into his, and you can feel the cold metal of the wedding ring on his finger. You rub your own matching one in retaliation, flushing at the thought. Your husband.

You inhale his scent. He smells like soap (probably from the bath he had taken with you the day before) and a natural musk. It must be from last night, when you two had made love under the candlelight like two lovestruck teenagers. Though, part of this isn’t a lie; the both of you are lovestruck.

“You smell ‘s good,” you breathe. You can’t help but clench your naked thighs together. There’s a stickiness between them, and you feel a bit of warmth trickle down your leg. Podrick’s spend, which he had buried deep inside you only a mere eight hours prior.

God, you feel dizzy.

“Do I?” He lets out a small chuckle when you begin to kiss him on his chest again, pressing yourself against his leg and moving your hips. “Are you eager this morning, my sweet girl?”

“Just.. love you so much, Rick. Can’t control myself when ‘m around you..”

He adores your nickname for him. No one calls him that but you.

He trails his hands up to your waist and wraps them around you. You let out a surprised gasp when he flips you onto the mattress, pinning you beneath him. The blanket falls, exposing his broad torso and the place that you seem to be so desperate for. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“And I love you. In fact.. I love you so much that I wish to taste you,” he whispers sweetly against the shell of your ear. “Please, my lady, let me?”

“After all these years,” you joke (it has only been three). “And you still call me that.”

“Well, you’re mine, aren’t you?”

At this, he begins to pepper kisses along your jaw. You sigh, hands moving up to rest in his hair. This is pure bliss— this is the reason you wake up in the morning, the reason why you seem so happy at your enormously boring and frustrating job. Your boy loves to please.

Podrick makes his way down to your navel, kissing your soft tummy and every stretch mark. You’ve grown to love these parts of you because he loves them. The man reaches past that, removing the blanket so he’ll have more room, as he spreads your legs. He groans at the sight of his previous load leaking out of you, white and creamy, glistening against your swollen cunt. He presses a kiss to your clit, humming as he slides his tongue against you to clean up any remnants of the night before.

Your thick thighs close around his head tightly, pleasure overriding your senses. Podrick hums against your cunt, slipping his tongue into your stretched hole. His big hands splay across your thighs and he pulls you further against him to gain more access. His eyes roll back as he moans, the taste of you driving him mad. It isn’t long before he’s suckling your sweet slick like a man starved, and you watch with fluttering lashes how he looks between your legs. His hair falls into his face, sweet doe eyes shut in content. What a beautiful sight.

“Podrick,” you moan out. “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy..”

He lets out a whimper, his jaw working faster, harder. He cant help but bring one of his fingers up to your hole so he can slip it inside and massage your inner walls. Your hips damn near fly off the mattress when he adds a second, thrusting them into your tight heat just the way you like it. He brings your clit in between his lips, gently sucking. You cry out, feeling that familiar sensation building up in your core as you watch the boy in between your legs ruin you.

“Podrick,” you gasp out. He presses a third finger up against your entrance, fitting it snuggly with the others, and you notice that the burn of the stretch and the other sensations on top of that are making your upcoming orgasm feel a lot different. You clamp your legs around his head— poor Rick, he’ll probably have a migraine later— and with a sob, your hips buck up into his mouth and your juices release all over his pretty face. His eyes roll back, and he growls, slurping up your release with fervor. Your cum squirts onto the sheets below you and all over your boy’s fingers, a puddle forming beneath you.

Podrick cleans up your release, lips coated in slick, and when you come down from your orgasm he’s pulling away and looking at you between your thighs. Grinning, he makes his way back up to your face, lips glossy from your release, and kisses you. You mewl at the taste of yourself and him on your tongue, and when he pulls away you can feel his length slipping through your folds. He gives your clit a teasing spank with the tip of his member, watching the way your mouth drops open from the sensitivity. As he finally spreads apart your hole with his thick cock, he sighs in content.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

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[minervadashwood]

“can i love you?” Daryl x reader

Daryl x PlusSize!Fem!Reader (Michonne’s sister)

Note: I knew we all love this gif for our fics, but there is a reason. Those eyes, the rise and fall of his chest. God the things this man could do to me.

...anyway...

Thinking of Michonne, who is badass, having a little sister who's not at all badass really got my creative juices flowing. (If you want to read more on this pairing, let me know. I found them so cute, if I do say so myself.)

No warnings here, just fluff. (altho some sentence structures are highly questionable)

Word count: ~800

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Daryl enjoyed watching you from afar. Not in a creepy way, he hoped, but more with admiration and affection. You had long locs, just like your sister, but you often gathered them at the base of your head, tying them into a ponytail that trailed down your back.

While you and Michonne had simliar hair and the same complexion, and the same eyes, everything else was different. Where Michonne was lithe, quick, and almost fearless, you were round all over and preferred the safety of the prison walls. When Daryl first saw you--with your full, round cheeks, to your generous hips and backside, your pudgy arms, and mouthwatering legs--he couldn't get enough of watching you as you went about your day.

All those physical features—as well as your healthy dose of cowardice—immediately endeared you to him. He found himself always wanting to look after you: to make sure you had every comfort available (like enough blankets in the winter and a new pair of sneakers when he noticed the tread on yours was practically bald), that you were safe and well fed. Daryl made it his silent mission to always look after you.

When he got back from runs, he never felt like he was truly at home until he saw your face. You always had a kind word for him, either asking after his health or thanking him for the latest haul of supplies.

He knew it took a lot out of you, small talk. You always seemed shy and softspoken, so when you did speak to him, it was a precious gift.

Over time, those little chats became actual conversations. He would find himself telling you all about what he saw on the runs, from the happy discoveries of toys and clothes for Judith, to the run-ins with walkers and humans.

And you would tell him--your cheeks often darkened as your shyness took hold but you dared to look him in the eye--about what had happened at the prison while he was gone. You also told him about how the supplies he’d brought weeks before were now put to use by this person or that.

Soon, Daryl could barely contain himself when he returned to the prison, sometimes seeking you out before he bothered seeing Rick or Judith or even Carol. And those conversations soon began with hugs, hugs that lasted longer and longer over time. Then the two of you would talk well into the night, neither of you wanting to sleep lest you’d be forced to part company.

Then, one cold, autumn night, he found himself getting back late from a hunt. You were standing outside the prison, wrapped in a warm comforter, waiting. For him.

Daryl was cold, tired, and empty-handed, but seeing your relieved smile as soon as he got close enough, filled him to the brim with…something.

You stretched open your arms, and despite his unkempt appearance, he let himself fall into your embrace. You were warm, and soft, and so so sweet.

“Nearly had me worried to death, Dixon,” you mumbled in his ear. Then you surprised him by kissing his cheek.

He stood frozen in place, hands trembling slightly as they held you close. He pulled away just enough to see you again.

You were blinking at him with wide, beautiful eyes. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

Daryl moved a hand from your upper back to your hip. “’s alright,” he whispered. "I don’ mind.”

“Y-you don’t?” He shook his head and felt the air whoosh out of him. You were beautiful, kind, perfect in every way.

Daryl forced himself to be as brave as you’d just been, and he brushed his nose along yours. “I shoulda done it. Shoulda done this a long time ago.” In the next moment, Daryl was cupping your face in both his hands and pressing his lips to yours.

You gasped in surprise, but he felt your arms hold him even tighter.

You kissed him back, and sparks of heat traveled from his lips through his whole body. He finally realized what he felt for you. Finally had a name for the fullness he felt around you. A name for the joy and relief and sense of belonging he felt just by being near you.

Resting his forehead on yours, Daryl asked, “Can I love ya?”

He watched you closely as your eyes watered.

“Me?” you asked. “You want to love me?”

He nodded, pulling you impossibly closer. “You, Y/N. Don’t want nothin’ else but you.”

“You’re all I want, too, Daryl,” you said. “I love you.”

He kissed your forehead, both your cheeks, the tip of your nose. “Feelin’s mutual."

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Safe Till Tomorrow - Flag (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Safe Till Tomorrow ” (18+ MINORS DNI) || Rick Flag 

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Rick Flag

PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: Seeing Colonel Rick Flag again leads to unexpected feelings… 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, I’m crediting this idea to my bestie @lacontroller1991. Thanks so much for your continued support! As a warning, the One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. - V. 💜

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2021

Tonight wasn’t supposed to end up like this. All you planned to do was blow off steam, enjoy a few drinks, and use some communal ride to safely go home. 

No, no. no. That main plan failed before you could order your next drink. 

You’re in the middle of laughing with your friends at one grouped table when one of them points near this bar’s entrance. 

“Shit.” Your pals whisper all around this table. Some of them nudge you almost frantically. You then squint both eyes in the name of confusion until a familiar silhouette passes through. 

Rick Flag. You never believed that he would show up here five years ago. Rumors swirled nowadays that he gave up military service and returned home, leaving you to deal with moments like these. 

A cowboy hat shields his eyes from dim lights that cast overhead. One bright yellow t-shirt looks far too big while clothing his broad chest. You even notice his surprisingly tattooed arms, remembering how often he sported windbreakers despite Louisiana heat. 

He looks good. In fact, he looks much better than last time, for damn sure. 

For the first time in years, he grins while acknowledging the bartender and orders his drink quickly, opting to sit alone. Many other patrons, tispy, or not want to probe him with questions, but he refuses almost everyone until you catch him. 

You excuse yourself from the table and ignore how your friend gape, shock that you’re even willing to see him. Not you and Rick fell off, but his deployments weren’t exactly great, either. 

“Hey,” You clear your throat, watching slyly as Rick takes sips of his own drink. His Adam’s Apple bobs and you try not to lose composure, already intrigued. 

“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize that somebody was…” Rick trails off his words after noticing you and almost freezes. He doesn’t even want to break the glass. 

“Hi,” You repeat yourself and smile. Underneath the wide brim of this cowboy hat, Rick smiles back, clearly happy. 

“Hi, Darling.” His smooth Southern drawl returns and you’re thankful to only have one drink in your system right now. 

Damn. I’ll remember that voice forever. You think to yourself. 

________

Of course, your original plans change. You said goodbye to friends and stayed with Rick, chatting into the night. 

Catching up leads to small talk. Small talk leads to memories. Spending many years apart no longer made a difference tonight. 

Just before closing, it’s not enough for both of you to sit across from each other anymore, and Rick knows it. He then offers to pay the bill and takes your hand, leading you out of this bar. 

***

He takes off that cowboy hat to reveal short blondish hair and kisses you in the nearest alley first, shadowed by darkness or dim street lights. All he wants to do is hold your face. He wants to your smile, 

Every single time that your lips meet his, safety is his only goal. His strong arms protect you from the dangers of the night. 

Even as shadows hide you both, he can’t risk taking you right here in public. There were too many people around. He knows better as well. You deserve more. You’ve always deserved more. 

_________

At the house, in his bedroom, he takes off your clothes first and strains within the center of his jeans as you lay naked on the bed without him. 

“Do you want me to take your clothes off too?” You tease, sitting up for just a moment and waiting for Rick to participate. 

“No. No, Ma’am.” Rick takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side, revealing this immaculate puzzle of inked tattoos and battlefield scars that run along his body. You almost gape, aroused even further. 

Flag then zips those jeans down next and you bite your lip. His bulge might be harder than anticipated this time. 

Before he can even think of taking off his underwear, Rick is smart enough to grab a condom first and you smile when the nightstand drawer opens or closes. 

“Are you ready? We can stop if you want.” Perching the bed with you, Rick smiles once more. looms over your body. He lines up with your soaked entrance after responsibly putting that condom on and you’ve wrapped both legs around his bare waist. 

“Yes, Rick.” You consent with a grin of your own, wanting nothing more but for him to rest inside you. 

“Okay.” Rick vows, staring into your eyes. Those hazels still pierce your soul right now. 

Flag then reaches out and grips your hand, sliding into your core moments later. You’re thankful as pillows soften the way your hair falls back. Your own brows furrow in the name of bliss, overtaken by this moment in the dark with him now. 

Even Rick nearly whimpers because of you. You clutch so tightly around his pulsing erection. He only held from taking you down at the bar as a gentleman. In and out. In and out. You cry, scream and pant, seemingly wanting him more and more 

“Shit! You cry out loud once more and break first, spilling for him as sweat trickles down your perfect body. You’ve always looked beautiful to him, but tonight was different. 

No hesitation. No anger. Just passion. 

Rick follows your climax soon after, holding your hand even tighter than before and as his own warmth soon shoots into the condom. 

His jaw slackens and those hazel eyes close right away because he can’t look at you again. Not yet. 

“Hey,” Rick opens both eyes and looks downward to check in with you, whispering by the shell of your ear or smoothing back tresses of your own hair. “It’s me. It’s me. Are you all right, Darling?” 

“Yeah. I’m okay.” You smile and look up towards him, still wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Rick’s heart can settle down, even if you might not feel the same by morning. 

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[theboysfromaustin]

June 12, 2025

Wade stared down at the remnants of his leg, sighing as he rubbed his fingers over the scar tissue.  Rick's face flashed into his mind and he flinched.

"Who got you through it all?"

Wade looked up.  Kazuo leaned on the doorframe, and Wade looked him up and down.  Then he looked away, "Nobody.  Mom died right before I left, dad wasn't in the picture.  And…" He trailed off, eyes going misty.  Kazuo crossed the room, sitting on the bed next to him, his arm around Wade, leaning their heads together.  Wade squeezed Kazuo's knee gently.

"I'm sorry your time with him was cut short." "Thank you.  Two years wasn't enough." "Twenty wasn't enough for me.  If he'd made it to a hundred, I still would have wanted more." "Rick was the reason I came to Austin.  He promised me we'd live here, be happy, have a family…get married when we could…"

Wade shut his eyes, "I came home broken and he came home in a box.  He was almost done with his tour.  He was going to come here and get things set up for us.  I couldn't go to his funeral, I was stuck in the hospital in Germany for longer than I was supposed to.  Annie couldn't leave and he had nobody but us.  He'd been a kid in the system, Annie and I were his only family."

"I'm sorry, honey." "He's buried in Oakwood." "So is Ian." Wade gently hugged Kazuo, "You don't ever stop missing them." "You don't…I lost my mom over 30 years ago.  If I could do anything…to bring her back….to bring Ian back…" Wade gently pulled Kazuo down onto the bed so they were face to face, Wade gently stroking his hair.  Kazuo sighed, snuggling close to the other man.

He hadn't expected to be completely relaxed around Wade already, and Wade hadn't expected Kazuo to be so open so soon.  "Ian and Gav are lucky to have you." Kazuo was quiet for a moment, "I'm lucky to have them.  Before I met Ian, I was angry…really depressed and angry…Ian helped me be happy again."

"I'm glad you and Gav can help me.  It's nice to be loved again."

"I love you," Kazuo's voice was quiet, and Wade smiled, kissing him on the forehead, "I love you, too.  I love Gav, I love Anders and Dermot, and I love young Ian." Kazuo buried his face in Wade's chest, smiling and shutting his eye, "You're a good man, Wade." "I'm glad to finally have the family I've always wanted…"

Gav groaned, lugging the laundry basket up the stairs, "Alright, ya bastards, you're helping me fold this - and you're not getting out of it this time, Kazuo, and…" He stopped in the doorway of the bedroom.  Kazuo and Wade were fast asleep, cuddled together, "...I guess laundry can wait…" He was happy to see them this way.

Their unconventional family was going to be just fine.

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Book Club (Daryl Dixon x platonic!Reader)

Over time, you start a collection of books, thanks to your friend Daryl. tws: violence, blood, gore, loss

It all started with a book. 

A book is a beautiful thing. When you think about it, it’s only paper and words printed on a page. But it is so much more than that. It’s a journey, an adventure, an escape from the hell hole you currently had to endure. When your mind started to linger on the undead moaning outside the prison gates, you prayed that one day you could find a book to be your solace.

In a way, books were your close friends.

At least, that’s what you thought as you couldn’t help picking up a discarded copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The book had been trampled, the pages bent in odd directions. Dirt marked the title page and yet you couldn’t help but stare at it as if you had struck gold.

“What’s tha?” A southern drawl interrupted your thoughts. Daryl stood behind you, peering over your shoulder at the book. The way he turned up his nose at the title said everything you needed to know. 

Without realising, a smile had graced your face. “An old friend.” 

“Ya need ta get more friends.” 

You snorted, placing the book carefully on the shelf. “We all can’t be Mr Popular like you.” 

“You’ve clearly got me mixed up with someone else.” 

A huff of a laugh passed your lips. Daryl Dixon, not popular? Rick looked to him for guidance and he was viewed as the deputy. His loyalty and passion for helping people had allowed people to see past the hard exterior to reveal the kind hearted man beneath. In comparison, you were a nobody. At best, you were walker bait.

Sighing, you carefully placed the book back onto the shelf. It was only a 200 page book; the thought of bringing it back to the prison didn't sit right with you. Your job here was to look for supplies, not entertainment. Once the dust had settled at the prison, then maybe, you could come back and rescue this book.

You kept your eyes glued ahead as you stepped away from the shelf.

"What ya doing?" Daryl trailed behind you, crossbow limp in his hands. "Why didn't ya take it?"

You shrugged. You had learned early on there was little use in inviting Daryl to explore your thought process - he raised a brow, hummed as if it made sense, and took a drag of his cigarette. He'd probably call you a fool for not picking it up. His sound reasoning could almost convince you to turn around.

Which is why you kept your lips sealed.

The emptiness of your backpack weighed heavy on your shoulders. Food was running low at the prison, and no matter where you looked, most places were picked clean. As much as you wanted to take that book and devour it back home, it felt... wrong to indulge such pleasures when everyone was starving.

Daryl looked as if he was going to press further, ready to hit you with that logic, but with you not ready to subside the guilt of a simple action. He reached out, grabbing your arm and halting you in your tracks.

Blood boiled in your veins. Why couldn't he just accept your decision? Yes, it would ultimately make you happy to pick up the book, but what would that book do to feed empty stomach's?

A groan echoed throughout the shop.

Blood turned to ice as the pair of you froze, weapons raised defensively. In that moment, the book and brewing argument had been forgotten, your mind whirring to the deadly monster.

Eyes scoured the room, heart pounding in your chest. Your grip on your knife was slipping as you spotted nothing abnormal within the four walls.

Daryl nudged you. Your heart rate skyrocketed at the touch, instinctively you shrugged away from the touch and swiped at the threat.

He ducked just in time to miss the blade.

"Jesus Y/N." He swore colourfully under his breath. "Watch out for that walker."

He pointed to the back of the store. There, a singular walker was shambling towards you two. Hairs stood on end, the creature stumbling it's way closer.

"Let's get out of here," you muttered, retreating to the car and wondering how you'd break the news of another wasted trip.

~

You enjoyed taking watch. The quiet of the outdoors, having the beautiful view of the trees that never ended. The sky had been so much clearer since the world stopped. If you had to pick one perk of the apocalypse, it would definitely be the sky. Being able to see the stars at night with a brand new clarity felt surreal. In a world of pain, there was still beauty.

Tonight, the stars were especially bright. They had captivated your attention as soon as you stepped into the guard tower and you wondered how the hell you were supposed to keep an eye on below when the sky was just so god damn breath-taking.

Your eyes were threatening to droop. The silence - bar the walkers which had long since become background noise - was a lullaby you found yourself succumbing to ever so slowly.

A distinct click echoed throughout the night. Eyes snapping open you jumped to attention, gun cocked in your hand as the intruder walked in.

Your shoulders relaxed when the moon lit up the intruder's features.

"Remind me not to get on ya bad side," Daryl muttered, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Me, a bad side?" You faked a smile, tilting your head slightly. "What makes you think I have a good side?"

He rolled his eyes, walking to the edge of the walkway and dangling his legs off of the edge. You didn't waste a moment joining him, propping the rifle next to you.

"What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Daryl grunted. "Couldn't sleep."

"Nice to know I'm the first thing you think of." A flirtatious wink was sent his way. In the dark of the night you couldn't see how the tips of his ears turned a dark red.

"Why'd ya have to make it so awkward?"

"We're friends, that's my life purpose."

He mumbled something unintelligible under his breath. You knew better than to ask.

Daryl reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He tilted the box in your direction, you shook your head. He shrugged, pulling out a cigarette from the near empty pack. "How's watch going?"

"I've been watching. Nothings been happening. Reckon that's a good thing." You yawned. "Kind of boring. Can't complain, boredom is a luxury these days."

"Damn straight."

Silence lapsed between the two of you. It was easy to let your mind wander when sat in the guard tower. Your thoughts initially turned to your life before all of this happened, to when you complained that you were bored. You acted as if it was the worst thing in the world. Now, you would give anything to feel the kind of boredom you felt then.

Then you were safe.

Then you were protected.

Then you didn't have to worry about the dead knocking on your door.

An acidic smell invaded your nostrils. Breathing in deep you tried not to cry at the overwhelming sensation.

You'd been so lost in your thoughts you hadn't even heard him light his cigarette.

This man... you had no words. You had never been this close with someone before. Daryl was someone with a completely different background to yourself, yet you two fit together like jigsaw pieces. If platonic soul mates existed, you and Daryl were it.

"You away with the faeries or somethin'?" Daryl took a deep drag, smoke curling out of his mouth.

You shook your head, smiling at him.

Daryl reached into his pocket, bringing an object out. In the dim light you struggled to make out what it was. "Here."

You reached out tentatively, taking the object in your hands and bringing it closer to see. It took another beat to realise it was a book. It was the book - The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Your fingers absentmindedly thumbed through the pages.

"Daryl-" you swallowed back the tears, averting your gaze from his face. You were transfixed by the book in front of you. "How did you get this?"

"Drove past it today on the run. 'Membered bought that book you got so worked up 'bout."

Your brain and mouth couldn't cooperate. "I don't know what to say."

"Then say nothin'."

He pursued the cigarette back between his lips. You didn't even have the heart to berate him for smoking, too taken aback by his actions.

Without saying another word, he stood up.

He stubbed the cigarette out on the ground, crunching it beneath his foot. Just as he opened the door to leave, you shouted out to him.

"Night Daryl."

He tipped his head in your direction, a slight curl in his lips.

~

Daryl knocked on the cell, ducking his head around the corner. "Y/N?"

You didn't respond, your head stuck inside the book Daryl gifted you. Already creases had started to appear in the spine and you were able to recite the book as if the words were inscribed into your brain.

"Y/N?"

Daryl made his way further into the cell, watching as you were engrossed in the story. Waving a hand in front of your face, you finally managed to draw your attention to him.

"Oh, hey Daryl." You gave him a small apologetic smile. "Did I do it again?"

Daryl crossed his arms, looking at you from beneath his growing fringe. From the dead pan look he was shooting in your direction you instantly knew.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Surely that book ain't good enough to skip watch. " You shrugged, placing a ripped piece of fabric on the page to mark your spot. "How many times you read that now?"

"At least four."

Daryl stared at you. The book had been in your possession for only a few days - between watch, doing supply runs and generally surviving, he struggling to comprehend how you had time for it. Not only that, but you still read it with the same vigour you had the first time.

"And ya ain't bored yet?"

You shrugged again. "Make do with what you got."

"We can't have that." You frowned as he left the cell, disappearing for a few moments before returning with three books piled in his arms. You couldn't stop the gasp passing your lips as you carefully reached for the books, as if they would break under your touch.

"When did you get these?"

Daryl cleared his throat, shuffling on his feet. "Wanted to clear out more of the prison. Found the library."

You weren't fully convinced it was an accident he found the library. From group discussions you were sure the priority was getting more supplies, not clearing the prison. Either way seeing the literature cradled in his arms your heart warmed.

You really did have the best friend in the world.

Taking the books from his hands, you opened your arms. "Can I hug you?"

Rolling his eyes, he nodded begrudgingly. You threw yourself into his body. He immediately tensed up the moment you held onto him.

"Thank you," you murmured into his jacket.

Daryl nodded. His arms remained mostly at his sides, with an occasional pat on your back.

"And we're done now."

You smiled. Without missing a beat you pulled yourself away from him; the last time you had hugged him had been when the group had first captured the prison. It was a fleeting moment, joy overcoming you as you instinctively flung your arms around him. He cemented in place. You had immediately let go.

Over the next few weeks, a pile of books started to grow slowly in the corner. A copy of Perks of Being a Wallflower always nestled in your pocket, no matter how many books you collected.

But Perks was special.

And as the pile of books started growing, the hugs with Daryl got longer.

~

When they saw the blood, they knew. It was a silent understanding shared with them all, a truth no one wished to utter. If they said it out loud, maybe it would come into fruition. Everyone prayed that they were wrong, that by some higher power this blood wasn't yours and you'd bounce around the corner with a smile on your face.

Daryl, Rick and Glenn followed the trail of blood, creeping through the tombs of the prison. Each step was taken with bated breath as second by second, they came closer to finding out truth they didn't want to know.

Then they saw something that cemented the truth.

A book. Your book. The spine so broken pages were beginning to spring free. It had fallen into the blood, the red staining the pages, tainting the words laying on the page.

"Do you think -" Glenn whispered, unable to take his eyes from the book. It was your closest treasure, akin to your closest friend. Everywhere you went, the book was with you, if not nearby.

And you would never let it be damaged beyond repair like this.

Daryl grunted, picking up the book by its spine. Some pages floated to the floor, soaking in the blood. "They'll be fine," Daryl grunted. "They have to be."

The trio moved silently through the maze, weapons raised high. For a few corridors, they saw nothing. No walkers. Not much more blood. No dead bodies. Tense shoulders began to relax and the thought that maybe, just maybe, you were waiting back in the prison courtyard about to reprimand them for risking their lives.

A gunshot echoed throughout the tombs.

The noise bounced off the walls, sending the trio reeling. They immediately started running, in what they hoped was the direction of the noise. Their panting breaths merged together, drowning out the worrying thoughts. Daryl fought his way to the front, the wet book staining his back pocket red.

And froze in his stride.

Rick and Glenn stumbled to a stop behind him, peering desperately over his shoulders to see what had him so shocked.

"Oh no," Glenn muttered under his breath.

You were slumped against a wall, gun in your hand. A walker body has fallen just inches from you with a bullet wound in its head.

From looking at you, you wouldn't be able to tell what your skin tone was. Blood had been smeared across face and if your eyes weren't open, they would have believed you to be dead.

"Y/N..." Rick pushed past Daryl, taking a step closer to you. You noticed he still hadn't holstered his gun. "Whose blood is that?"

The events of the last hour flashed before your eyes. Screams, gore and loss ricocheted throughout your head. T-Dog sacrificing himself. Carol panicking and sprinting away before you could guide her. Feeling your heart thrum so loud you were surprised every walker in the prison didn't run towards you.

You were alone when you had been attacked.

"Y/N?" Glenn probed.

Your words rattled. "T's, walker's... mine."

It was then they saw the hand you had pressed against your neck.

You could tell the moment they saw it. They collectively took a step back; your heart shattered. Everything within you crumbled, vision blurring. Your voice was shaky, admitting your shame aloud.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't do it."

It didn't take a scientist to know what you meant.

"Don't be sorry." Daryl was the first one to approach. His eyes lingered on the way your eyes seemed to glaze over, the way your chest heaved up and down. "I have somethin' for ya."

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the book as carefully as he could. Your eyes lit up for a moment, dimming as quickly as they brightened.

"Could you read for me?"

Daryl's mouth opened and closed. In another situation you would have laughed - this was the first time you had ever seen him so lost for words. He only nodded his head, swallowing visibly.

"We need to get you somewhere safe first." This was the first time you'd heard Rick speak since they arrived. His voice was gruff, voice catching on his words.

The haunting realisation daunted on you. Your time was ticking away. A concept that had always been on the back of your mind; not something you thought you'd experience so soon.

A singular tear traced a river on your blood caked cheek. "I don't know if I have that long."

They all shared a look.

"Lets just get you home." Daryl reached for you, draping an arm around his shoulder.

Glenn and Daryl carried you while Rick scouted ahead. Each movement felt like your very bones were shattering, your blood escaping from your wounds and smearing on your friends. Absentmindedly you tried to rub it off, only to layer more on.

Finally they reached the end of the tombs, carrying you all the way to the familiar prison block.

It was taking all of your strength to keep your head upright. You almost regretted the decision as you saw the remainder of your group filer out to greet you, only to mask their cries. The pain in your body had been unbearable, the glass of your bones cracking, but the sight of them? You knew nothing of pain until that point.

You turned to Daryl, your voice so small to what it once was. "I want to feel the sun."

No one denied your request as they carried you outside. Glenn and Daryl gently propped you against the brick wall of the courtyard. From here, you could see the trees stretching as far as the eye could see. Some higher power must have intervened, with not a single walker in sight. Maybe it was your waning eyesight.

Shooting a thankful smile to Glenn and Daryl, you tried to hide your wince, readjusting yourself to sit more comfortably. Glenn reached a hand out - you swatted it away.

He slowly retreated to the group, your family. They lingered nearby. No words were exchanged. They weren't needed, their presence was more than enough. The kindest thing they could do was respect your final wish.

Daryl sat across from you. He looked up at you, digging into his pocket. Your mind flashed back to when he gifted you a book from that same pocket, heart softening. You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled out a rag. He gestured to your face, reading your slight nod. His feather light touch wiped the blood away from your face, revealing more of the friend he knew bit by bit.

"There ya are," he muttered.

You mustered the strength to smile. It looked more like a grimace.

Daryl cleared his throat. He opened the book, glancing up at you from the top of his eyes. "Ya sure you don't want no one else doing this?"

You shook your head, nodding to the book. Daryl complied, sometimes stumbling over the words and looking at you as if to apologise. You didn't care, a small smile on your lips as you felt the words wash over you.

"Daryl?"

"Hm?"

You could feel the end. Your strength was waning quickly and the pain was so intense. Eyes had threatened to close three chapters ago yet you held on, desperate to hear more of the story from your closest friend. You needed to tell him, before you regretted it. "You're my best friend Dixon."

"You're mine too."

You smiled. For a second the pain ebbed away, replaced with the warmth spreading within. "I'm sorry I ruined the book."

"It wasn't your fault." Daryl looked back down at the book, turning the page to start a new chapter. He opened his mouth to start retelling the tale.

"Daryl." A firm hand fell on his shoulder. He kept his gaze focused on the page, trying to ignore the red, your red, spraying the edges. "I'm sorry."

When he looked up, you had gone.

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Down Time

Pairing: GlennXReader

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Smut, Oral (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex, swearing

Wordcount:1898

A/N: Hey there, in this version, Maggie and Glenn were never a thing, they were always just friends. So… Without further ado, this is my first ever posted fic and my first ever posted smut so please go easy on me. I chose Glenn because I feel like he needs more lovin. If you enjoyed, let me know or send a request, I will write smut for 18+ characters only!

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Glenn couldn't help but stare from his spot in the guard post as his girlfriend y/n bent over to pick up some crates brought in from Daryl and Abraham's run today. He eyed your round ass pulling perfectly at your denim shorts, sweat beginning to soak the collar of your tank top and bead down your chest. 'Shit' he thought, feeling his jeans grow just a tad tighter. ‘Let's hope that’s not an issue’. You look up at him and smile.

You look up as you were grabbing one of the last crates and catch Glenn staring at you from his post, you smile at him and he smiles back sending you a wink as he turns his attention back over the walls of Alexandria making you blush and look down, a small smile gracing your face. Your relationship with Glenn was no secret to anyone; it had started back at the prison with small glances and lingering touches, after a while though (and with A LOT of pushing from Maggie) your relationship came to flourish.

You carried your crate to the pantry, placing it onto the floor before standing back up and wiping the sweat off your forehead.

"thanks y/n" Olivia said walking over to you with a bottle of water handing it to you.

"Of course Olivia. Always happy to help" you responded with a huff, twisting open the bottle and taking long slow drinks from it. Olivia turns to the crates and begins to organize everything into its place. You turn around, recapping your bottle and walk out, spotting Glenn climbing down from the platform. You make your way over to him, smile on your face as he turns around to see you.

"Hey, you" he says winding his arms around your waist and dipping his head to give you a chaste kiss on your lips. You let out a small giggle stretching up to kiss back, dropping your arms over his shoulders.

"Hey," you respond after, same goofy grin on your face "all done for the day?" You question stepping back but keeping his hand in yours, you pass him the water as you lead him towards your shared house.

"Yeah, Rick said I could take the rest of the day off, something about workin myself too hard" he laughs, drinking some of the water, "finally some downtime" he pulls you close before dropping an arm around your shoulders leading you up the porch steps. You push the door open and turn in his arms holding his hands to lead him back into the house. 

"Well thank Rick for that," you smirk looking at Glenn through your lashes, god was he attractive, hair and shirt slightly dampened with sweat from standing in the sun, "I think I have a few ideas on how to fill this down time if your up for it" you bite your lip to hold back a grin as he kicks the door shut behind him.

"Oh yeah?" He quirks up a brow, mischievous grin now gracing his face, letting you know exactly what's going through his head. "what exactly did you have in mind, hmm baby girl?" He asks huskily as he tries to pull you closer as you wiggle free of his grasp.

You let out another playful giggle skipping to the bottom of the staircase, "most of them involve you, me, and that bed up there" you turn and start to run up the staircase, hearing Glenn's bootsteps close behind. You almost reach the bedroom before you let out a soft shriek as you felt his calloused hands grip your hips and twist you, pinning you against the door.

"Where're you runnin to huh?" He softly growls, before attacking your lips with his. You let out a moan, letting your arms fall to his shoulders and arching you back to grind on the thigh he had slotted between your legs. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth, quickly taking dominance. He breaks the kiss only to catch a breath and reattach to your neck, sucking and nipping at your collarbone, surely leaving a mark.

You moaned at the thought, "Glenn please," you breathed, for what you were asking for you didn't know, you just wanted more. He seemed to get the message though as he gripped the underside of your thighs and gave a small tug up.

"Jump," Glenn mumbled into your neck. you obeyed, hopping up and wrapping your legs around his waist softly moaning as his hard bulge brushed perfectly against your clothed core. Once you were secured you leaned over to begin peppering soft kisses across his neck. "Christ y/n," Glenn breathed, opening and closing the door to your shared room and laying you on the bed. He brought his lips back to yours, his hands sliding your tank top up, only breaking the kiss to pull the offending fabric over your head.

You begin to paw at the buttons of his loose gray button down, quickly undoing them and pushing it from his shoulders. Running your hands down his now bare chest you reach the waistband of his jeans, you fumble with his belt buckle for a moment before he grunts and pulls back from you to remove his pants and boots himself. You whine at the loss of contact before pulling your own bottoms off, kicking your shoes off too. 

Looking up at Glenn standing by the side of the bed, you sit up and admire him. His brown eyes darkened with lust, his thin but muscular frame, and his smooth chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. Down to his toned stomach before your eyes fall on his impressive cock, long, hard, thick and leaking with precum. Your mouth watering at the sight. You bite your lip thinking of how he tastes, and how good his length feels sliding down the back of your throat.

You roll over onto your front and crawl over to the edge of the bed, making him step closer as you did. Standing there he looked down at you with anticipation as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, guiding it to your lips. You part your lips and stick out your tongue to lick the underside of his head before taking it into your mouth, sucking on it.

Glenn Rolled his head back and groaned, tangling his hand into your h/c locks. “Fuck y/n just like that sweetheart.” you groan at the praise taking him deeper into your throat, feeling your panties grow even wetter. He lets out another low groan before pulling you off his member with a soft pop of your lips. “As good as you look with your pretty lips around my cock, that’s not where I wanna cum tonight.” he smiles at you, lifting your chin to look into his eyes. “Lay back princess.”

You follow his instruction, sitting up and removing your bra in the process, he climbs over you as you settle onto the pillows, resting his weight on his left arm he brings his right hand up to your cheek, pressing a soft passionate kiss to your lips. He parts from your lips and begins to trail kisses down your neck to your chest before pulling one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. You gasped out a moan as his tongue swirled around your bud. His hands continue down to the hem of your panties. Sliding them down your legs and off your body before bringing one hand back to the bed beside your head, and the other cupping your soaking core.

“Fuck me Glenn,” you cry out as his finger slides through your folds and brushes your clit. You arch your back trying to get more friction, “Glenn please, I need you,” you plead, wrapping your arms around his back trying to pull him closer, desperate for any type of friction Glenn was willing to give you.

“Shit, you’re fuckin soaked,” he breathes, loving the way he makes you fall apart, your small moans all made just for him, made because of him, “I know Babygirl, m’gonna take care of you” he says taking his hand around his length running his it along your folds, gathering some of your slick before pressing into you with one long slow thrust, the two of you couldn't stop the loud moans that escaped you both as Glenn slid home.

He stayed there for a moment, bottomed out, wrapped up in the feeling of your twitching velvet warmth. Groaning you roll your hips urging Glenn to move, his eyes rolled back in his head as he buries his face in your neck and begins to roll his hips.

“Fuck y/n, you’re so tight,” he grunts in your ear, nipping at your pulse point.

“Glenn, harder please” you pant, digging your nails into his back when he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you. You nearly scream in ecstasy as he drags across your g spot, his pubic bone brushing your clit with every thrust. “Oh God Glenn, just like that!” you cry as he continues to pound into you. You clench around him, causing him to throw his head back and groan. You take the opportunity to bring your lips to his neck sucking a mark onto his pulse point, nipping down as the coil in your lower belly tightens.

“Glenn, I-I’m gonna cum,” you groan, clenching around him again, he brings his hand down to your clit and begins working it in quick strokes, with a loud moan of his name the coil snapped, sending you tumbling over the edge. Tensing around him he fucks you through your orgasm chasing his own.

His hips falter, and you can tell he’s close. You wrap your legs around his waist and tangle your hands in his dark hair, you pull him down for a kiss, pulling away you look into his eyes, clouded with pleasure.

“Cum for me Glenn, lemme feel you baby” you whisper, rolling your hips to meet him. His hips still against you and he lets out a deep moan as you feel him pulse inside you and his cum coat your walls, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he rocked into you, not ready to give up his feeling of bliss just yet.

It was the feeling of you pressing soft kisses along his jaw that brought him back down. He slipped his softening member out of you and rolled onto his back, you groaned at the loss before rolling over to lay your head on his chest. His arm wrapped around you as he used the other to pull the blanket over the two of you.

“Thank you y/n,” he says, pulling you tighter to his side, “What did I do to land me someone like you?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know I ask myself the same question,” you giggle tracing shapes on his chest with your finger, suppressing a yawn as you felt your eyelids grow heavy. “I love you Glenn” you say, words slightly slurred as you start to fall asleep.

“I love you too y/n,” Glenn presses another small kiss to the top of your head before drifting off himself.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I probably wont post super often but I’ll post when I can. If you did enjoy, lemme know and consider a follow

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Season Five

“Castle!”

“It’s fine, I’ll fix this!” “Why would you even suggest this if you didn’t know where it was?” Kate hissed at him.

“I knew where it was. It just isn’t where it was.”

“Castle! That’s not… gah… why wouldn’t you check first?”

“It was there. I checked.”

Kate glared at him. He gulped. He’d seen that look on her face before.

“I swear, it was there. I mean, I’m pretty, sure, it… You’ve got a spare right? At the precinct? We can have the boys…” “There is no way I’m calling Ryan or Espo for this….”

“No, no, we… I can call Alexis and have her…” Kate anger magnified.

“There is no way in hell we’re calling your daughter and involving her in this Castle. She’ll never talk to me again.”

Kate flopped onto the bed, or attempted to. Her arm still attached to her boyfriend by the cuffs they’d worn in bed. 

Laying together in the afterglow, they’d cuddled and kissed and when Castle had reached over the bedside cabinet to unlock the cuffs, the key was not there. And he’d gulped, turning to her to check that it wasn’t somehow on her side or in the bed with them. Kate soon realised what he was doing and the calm, sated feeling was quickly replaced with annoyance and a little wariness at the fact that they were now stuck handcuffed together, for the second time, only this time there’s no tiger but there’s also no clothing. 

It was awkward but they managed to dress a little, Castle pulling on a pair of boxers and sweatpants. He helped into her panties and yoga bottoms but with their arms linked it was tough to dress the top half. 

“What if…”

“I swear to God Rick, if you mention your mother right now.” She cut him off with a glare.

She ran her free hand through her hair and took a deep breath. This was not how he’d wanted their night to end. Thank God they had the loft to themselves right now, really.

“Kate, I’m sorry. Let me just…” he looked around and tried to work out where he’d seen the key last. He thought he’d put it down on the bedside cabinet. But maybe it was still in the box he’d hidden back in closet before Kate had walked in from work that night. It wasn’t in there and he could feel the agitation from his partner growing. 

“Kate, I’ll figure this out. I…the spare… I have a spare key in my office. I used to keep it in my wallet for when…” He trailed off at the look of impatience he was receiving from his girlfriend. “Let’s just…” He was cut off by the sound of the front door opening. They checked the clock. That had to be Martha back from her play. Damn.

“What do we do now?” Kate hissed, reaching down to pull a pillow up against her chest. Castle flashed back to the morning after their first night and he shook off the memory, hoping his mother wouldn’t choose to walk in at this moment like she had that morning.

He dropped to the floor, forcing Kate to bend too when he yanked her arm. He looked up at her, expecting her to crouch down too and she did so, reluctantly and with a roll of her eyes. Crawling beside her boyfriend and keeping an eye on where Martha was in the kitchen, perusing Castle’s selection of wine, they managed to make it to his desk undetected and she hid while he looked through the drawer.

“Aha!” He exclaimed a little too loud for Kate’s liking and she shushed him, encouraging him to go faster. When her arm was free she sat back with sigh.

“Next time..” 

“Oh, so there will be a next time?” he grinned,  peering over the desk to see where his mother was. He saw her climbing the stairs with a glass in hand and when the cost was clear the couple dived back into his room.

“Next time, I’m in charge of the key.”

“Next time you can be in charge,” he agreed as he claimed her lips. 

“That was close,” Kate flopped onto the bed, feeling embarrassed.

“So, about that next time you mentioned?”

Kate looked at him with a glare. “Oh, you’re gonna have to earn it, Castle.”

He grinned at her, crossing to the bed and reaching for her yoga pants. “I am prepared to make anything up to you if I’m forgiven for losing the key.”

The key which he found behind the dresser the next time they knocked something off it in their haste to get undressed.

Happy National Nude Day!

#castle fanfiction #castle fanfic #my fanfic #caskett #kate beckett #richard castle

[hearteyesbowen]

practicing lines ☆ ricky bowen

nothing says high school plays like two lead actors hating each other to their core

warnings: slight angst, slight fluff, some swearing, heavy making out

part I , part II

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

If there is one thing Y/N hated most, it was Richard Bowen.

Richard “Ricky” Bowen was the high school sweetheart. The most polite and respectful man in his grade, and probably his school. He held the door for anyone and everyone, he offers to help his teachers in need of grading test papers, and he seems to be the perfect boyfriend material. That’s not what you thought.

You despise everything about him. The reason for your resentment was due to the fact that you got the part for Gabriella when he wanted Nini to get the part so they could rekindle their broken love. Ever since then, he has been nothing but rude and obnoxious to you. You did everything you could to try and make peace with him, but he only cared about his stupid plan to fix his own mistakes.

It was clear to the whole school of the mutual hatred between you two. Although Miss Jenn tried to warm you up to each other with her bonding exercises and one-on-one script read throughs, nothing was more powerful than your anger for each other.

Today, after learning that the school’s stage was mysteriously burned down, you all traveled to the El Ray Theatre.

“Ok kids, let’s go to page five.” She yelled, taking her clipboard and standing on the side with Carlos.

You scrambled through your bag, grabbing the heavy script that Carlos printed out for you. You turn on your heels swiftly, only to crash into your ignorant co-star.

“Watch it, happy feet.” Rick snarled, towering over you.

“Why not give me some personal space, Richard?” You smirked. “Almost makes me think you have a crush on me.”

“You fucking wish, Y/N.”

“Language, Ricky.” Miss Jenn warned.

You give him an innocent smile, turning your back on him as you walked to center stage. You heard him groan under his breath as he trailed behind you.

You both stood next to each other, or five feet apart from each other, flipping the pages of your script to the next scene. You quickly skimmed through the page, reading through the scene you were about to act out.

“Let’s go to the scene where Troy and-”

You heard a loud snap coming from the ceiling. “Watch out!” Someone from the back screeched.

You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and pull you to their body, covering your head. A large sand bag fell from the roof, making everyone around you scream and hold on to each other.

“Is everyone ok?” You heard Seb cry out.

You look up from your hands that covered your eyes and saw horror in everyone’s eyes, from the sack to you. Confused, you remembered that you were in someone’s grasp. You look up and see Ricky, breathing heavily. He looked at you and everything was quiet.

You pushed yourself off of him, sweeping your body from the dust in the air. Ricky did the same, clearing his throat and avoiding your gaze.

“Maybe we should take a five.” Miss Jenn hummed, “Ricky and Y/N can go and look for a quiet, hopefully safer place to practice lines while the rest of us can figure out how to work the lights and not die.”

➢➣ ➢➣

“Wow, not even a goddamn thank you for saving your life?” Ricky asked annoyingly as he closed the door behind him.

You had both found a hidden storage room in the dusty halls of the theatre. Inside were worn out dresses with threads popping out, multiple broken chairs probably used during performances, and an old piano.

You rolled your eyes, “No one asked you to save me, Dicky.”

“What did you just call me?” He growled.

“I said Dicky.” You spat. You dusted off the chair of the piano before sitting down, leaving room for Ricky.

He rolled his eyes and took off his navy hoodie. His shirt went up a little, revealing his toned chest. You forced yourself to stop staring and tried to ignore him as he sat down, leaving as much room in between you two as possibly without falling off the bench. His hands grazed they top of the piano before pressing his fingers on top of the keys. He began to mess around with the notes, playing small and random tunes. His eyes were glued to the instrument as he played, and you noticed a small smile forming on his lips as he practiced . You almost forgot about everything as you listened to him play. Watching him focus on his music brought a shiver to your body, and almost a warm feeling in your stomach. You had never felt this towards Ricky, all you felt was anger. But now, this whole new feeling brought a new light to you.

“Should we start practicing our lines?” Ricky asked, turning to look at you. A heat ran to your cheeks as you both stared at each other. You noticed a change in his eyes and saw him glance down at your lips once.

“Yeah, uhm, go to page five.” You said, turning away and grabbing your script from the top of the piano.

Ricky was still in shock of what happened. He got up from the bench and grabbed his script from a tall, wooden shelf next to the door. He watched as you turn around the seat to face him, still looking at your script. He noticed your tongue stick out ever so slightly which made him smile. He quickly wiped the smile from his face, bewildered by his reaction.

“I don’t need my script, do you?” You ask softly.

His throat went dry as he looked at you, your hair falling slightly over your flushed cheeks. Something in him clicked, and his knees began to grow heavy.

“No, you’re perfect-that’s perfect.” He rambled.

You kept the page of the scene open and placed the script next to you on the bench. “Remember in kindergarten, you’d meet a kid, know nothing about them, then ten seconds later, you were best friends?” You recite.

“Yeah.” Ricky mumbled.

“Singing with you felt like that.”

“I never thought about singing, that’s for sure. Until you. And now,” He said, gazing into your eyes. “And now,” He repeated, seeming lost.

“What an actor you are.” You joked, giggling a little.

“What does that mean?” He asked somewhat annoyingly.

“It was a joke, Ricky. Calm down.” You countered, standing up as you got more irritated. “You can’t take a joke?”

“I’m sorry, aren’t you the one who can’t even thank someone for saving their life?”

“That bag was no where near me, idiot. What were you trying to save me from? Dust bunnies?” You yelled.

Ricky scoffed, “And to think I thought we were getting better at being nicer to each other. I’ve tried so hard to make things between us better but clearly you don’t want that. I’m just waisting my time.”

You were taken back. “How is all of this my fault? You are the one who started getting pissed off at me for getting the lead when you wanted Nini. Is that why you fucking hate me? Because I’m not your ex girlfriend who is happy with her new boyfriend?” You screamed, your fists curled into each other tightly.

Ricky’s rich brown eyes grew shinier, his mouth agape and in shock. Neither of you have fought like this before.

“I’m sorry.” He said, taking the smallest step towards you. You took a small step back, feeling yourself close to the wall. “I’m an idiot.”

“That’s one way to put it.” You mumbled, stepping back one more step as you hit the door

“Look, I know it was wrong for me to be mad at you for getting the part. I was so caught up in the idea of me winning back Nini like they do in the movies that I totally disregarded your feelings too.” He confessed. “I started to realized how wrong I was about you a while ago, but we were so deep into our frustration for each other I didn’t know what to do but to try and start being more polite. I’m the worst guy in the world and you never deserved to be treated like a dick, it was all my fault.”

“I shouldn’t have been so rude either.” You muttered, “It was childish for me to retaliate with an attitude instead of just working it out, you know? I deserved some of the harshness from you.”

“Can we agree that this was on the both of us?” He begged, letting out a little laugh.

“Yeah, for sure.” You replied, softly laughing as you brought your attention to the floor.

You stared at your shoes and dusted off your jeans. You felt Ricky stare at you, so you looked up. His lower lip was caught in between his teeth, slowly turning his soft lips red. You couldn’t help but steal glances from his eyes to his lips, noticing Ricky do the same.

“I feel as though I owe you an apology.” He started, moving closer to you. His slim body towered over your own.

“Oh, you do. I expect an amazing gift to make up for this.” You smirked.

One of his hands went to your chin, grabbing it gently as the other went to your waist. Your hands rested on his chest.

“I have an idea.” Ricky whispered before he crashed his lips to yours.

His large hand moved from your chin to your waist. Your arms slid from his chest to around his neck, and curled up into his own curly hair. His grip on your waist tightened and pulled you closer to him, making sure to leave no space in between you. You tugged his hair, making him let out a low groan. You smiled at his reaction. His hands slid down your waist and under your butt, motioning you to jump. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, and he slammed you up against the door. He began to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, and you tried your best to hold in a moan. You felt the marks he was leaving from your neck to your collarbone. You moved his head back up and brought your lips to his again.

“I knew you had a crush on me.” You breathed out. He bit your bottom lip, making you gasp, and letting his tongue slip through.

Ricky walked back to the piano and sat down, letting you straddle his waist. You latched your lips to his neck, leaving matching marks on his neck. He let out small moans, gripping your hips tighter as you went on. Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it so he would take it off.

“Ricky? Y/N? Are you two in here? This door is jammed!” You heard Big Red call out from past the wooden door.

You both quickly pulled away, getting up from his lap and readjusting your shirt. Ricky did the same to his messy hair. He swiftly grabbed his hoodie he left on the piano and tossed it you, motioning at your neck with the numerous marks he left.

“Yeah we’re here! Just push the door.” He replied. He moved one of his hands to the side of his neck, hoping to subtly cover up the red scars you left him.

You managed to put Ricky’s hoodie on before Red opened the door. You took in the scent of his cologne and adjusted the collar more up to hide your bruises.

“Miss Jenn is having a midlife crisis so we’re going to order pizza. Are you guys good with pepperoni and soy cheese?” He wondered.

“Yeah, totally fine.” You answered. Ricky gave a small nod to his friend.

Red was quick to notice you wearing Ricky’s clothing on your body, but didn’t want to question it out of fear for his life. He gave a simple “ok” and left without question, knowing he would just demand answers out of his best friend later.

Ricky turned back to you, scratching the back of his neck. “About what just happened-”

“We can discuss over our next read through together.” You interrupted, giving him a soft smile.

“How about the movies tomorrow? At 8?” He asked hopefully.

You gave him a smile and walked up to him, going to peck his lips only to be pulled back by Ricky for another sweet kiss.

➢➣ ➢➣

You both walked back to your friends who were scattered around the main entrance of the theatre. Everyone noticed you two holding hands, Ricky’s hoodie, and the obvious makeup on his neck. You both acted as though nothing happened.

You were pulled away by Carlos and Ashlyn, noticing Red going for Ricky. “Excuse me, last time I remembered you and Ricky were about to murder each other.” He mumbled quickly.

“What do you mean? We just had a really, really heated argument right now.” You defended, playing with the sleeves of his larger hoodie.

“Is there something on your neck? Oh my god Y/N did you and Ri-”

Miss Jenn bursted through the door happily, “Alright kids, let’s go back to school!”

A/N - well heres another imagine !!! this one was fun to write and more steamy so ur welcome ! im thinking of doing a part 2 to breakdown, so let me know what u think or send me suggestions or requests of what to write next :)) love y’all

#ricky bowen imagine #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen #ricky bowen blurbs #ricky bowen fluff #ricky bowen angst #ricky bowen oneshot #joshua bassett x reader #joshua bassett imagine #joshua bassett oneshot #hsmtmts imagine

[xpao-bearx]

Part 1 HERE

NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

I do have my ideas, but I still don't know much yet of what to do or even how long (or short) this story will get. So, if you would continue to give me your mindblowing support, it would seriously mean the W O R L D.

I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

Also, if you ever feel compelled, you are more than welcome to take some inspo from this story and make your own imagines and such! I'd love to see 'em, so please tag me 😁

P.S. There won't always be long ass notes like this, only if I wanna say something or bring up whatever is important. Also, if you wanna be tagged on any new/future story parts, then just tell moi and I will dedicate the latest one to the people who wanted to be tagged!

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @buttercandy16 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

#The Walking Dead #TWD #The Walking Dead AU #TWD AU #Alternate Universe #AU #Romance #Smut #Mature #Story Series #Reader #Female Reader #x Reader #Negan #Rick Grimes #Daryl Dixon #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM #Andrew Lincoln #Norman Reedus #Incubus!Negan #Guardian Angel!Rick Grimes #Monster/Demon Hunter!Daryl Dixon #Negan x Reader #Rick Grimes x Reader #Daryl Dixon x Reader #Reader x Negan #Reader x Rick Grimes #Reader x Daryl Dixon

[cantarella-if]

X-ray for everyone, pretty please and thank you!

Yumminess below!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Max - Swimmer's build shaved smooth with a Celtic knot tattoo on the left side of his chest. He doesn't have six pack abs, but he definitely is in good shape and likes to keep fit. The burn scar running from elbow to midway down his left arm can often become stiff and painful and is still slightly pink.

Akira - He's strong, and you can see this in the veins of his arms and the broadness of his shoulders. Washboard abs and powerful thighs with very little body hair. Has a very nice ass with dimples.

Rick - Bronze skin with excellent muscle structure and a bit of dark hair dusting the center of his chest. He has well-shaped legs and calloused hands that are somehow incredibly sexy despite how rough they are.

Victoria - She's tall and resembles the Venus de Milo in terms of build, but her breasts are more voluptuous and her hair reaches down to her waist.  Clear ivory skin that smells like vanilla from the body lotion she uses.  

Jayme - Lean but with a bit of muscle on an androgynous build and a bubble butt. Long piano player fingers and freckles like cinnamon dusted across their shoulders and torso. 

Elena - A petite curvy figure with olive skin that she tries to accentuate with V-neck blouses and wrap tops. She has a scar from where she used to have a belly button piercing.

Kirsten - She's just thin enough to be considered healthy, with fair skin that flushes easily, small breasts and a thigh gap.

Henry - Average build with a happy trail of red hair that he keeps trimmed and freckles everywhere. There is also a birthmark on the right hipbone that is about the size of a pea and an appendectomy scar.

#🥵 asks #ch: rick #ch: Elena #ch: Victoria #ch: Akira #ch: Henry #ch: Max #ch; Kirsten #ch: jayme

[walkerwords]

“The Savior Sessions” Part 12 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC/GENE PAGE

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Part 12! When the reader finds out that Rosita is hurt and Eugene is missing, they leave for Hilltop in a hurry to help. With the help of old friends and new, they find themselves at the beginning of a war they never could have imagined. Meanwhile, back in Alexandria, Negan is left to his own devices. Takes place within 9x07 “Stradivarius” 

Word Count: 2959

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Hit The Ground Running” by Alice Merton

Note: As I mentioned in a part, I am sticking pretty close to canon for the Whisperer War so if you have not caught up from season 9 all the way through the recent episode of season 10, there will be spoilers for it. Also, I never expected this series to evolve so much so a lot more of the story will be told from the reader POV, but don’t worry Negan will have a POV as well. I’m going to give both sides throughout! Also: timing is different, I changed a few things to fit the plot. 

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“Do you know what confuses me?” Negan asked. 

“A lot?” you offered and he hit you with his pillow. You were hanging out in Negan’s cell, the keys hooked to your belt. When Gabriel and Michonne had assigned you to be his therapist, they never said anything about you not being allowed inside the cell with him.

Even if they didn’t like it, you were still going to do it. The two of you were sitting side by side on the cot, staring at the stone ceiling together. 

“Can I finish what I was going to say?” he asked. You gestured for him to continue. “I was going to say, why do we call them Walkers?” 

“Because they walk?” you offered. You didn’t really know where it came from, but Rick had called the Dead that once and it just sort of stuck within the group. It was easier than saying the Dead all the time. 

“We don’t call people, breathers,” Negan noted. 

“Yeah, because they are people, Negan,” you reminded him, looking over at him. 

“So are Walkers,” he said. 

“Not really,” you said with a dismissive scoff. “They cease to exist as soon as they turn. They’re just shells.”

“If I turned, is that how you would see me?” he asked. 

“I don’t want to talk about that,” you said quietly.

“About what? Me becoming a Walker. It could happen one day, (Y/N),” Negan said. 

“I know that, but I would rather not think of you with white eyes and…” you trailed off, taking a breath trying to stay calm. “Don’t make me think about that.” You felt Negan take your hand and you slipped your fingers through his, letting the firm grip comfort you. 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Not your fault,” you told him. “You know me, I get all doom and gloom.”

“Welcome to the club,” he sighed. “You know you’re allowed to feel like that, right? All doom and gloom,” he teased with a bump to your shoulder. 

“I know,” you said, leaning into him. Any time either of you initiated physical contact, it felt weird and good at the same time. You weren’t sure if anything was going to go any further at this point, but any time he reached for your hand or brushed his knuckles across your cheek, it made you absolutely melt inside. 

A yawn escaped you before you could help it. “You should go get some sleep,” he whispered. You nodded but had no intention of moving. “(Y/N)…” he said and you sunk down further on the cot. “You can’t stay here.”

“Says who?” you argued. 

“Me,” Negan said, “you snore.” You smacked his chest. 

“I do not,” you argued. 

“Come on, Teach,” he said, a new nickname he had come up with, “you don’t need to be sleeping in a cage. Not you.” Knowing he wouldn’t let up, you relented and sat up with a frown. 

“Fine, but I won’t be happy about it,” you said. 

“I would hope not,” Negan said with a wink.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you said, pulling your hand from his slowly. 

“I’ll be here,” he promised. With a last look, you unlocked the cage door and secured it behind you. Waving goodnight to him, you headed out of the cell and up onto the street, ready for some decent dreams for once. Considering the feeling in your stomach from your evening with Negan, you figured that may happen after all.

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It felt way too early to be saddling up a horse. 

When Michonne had knocked on your door early that morning you were less than thrilled to be greeted by your fearless leader. She explained that she was going to be taking the newcomers to Hilltop and that she was worried about the cold greeting she knew she would be getting.

You didn’t really know what to tell the woman. You knew how Tara felt when she left Alexandria and you also knew that Michonne had pushed everyone in Hilltop away. Nonetheless, you agreed to keep an eye on things while she was gone and went to the main stable to hitch up the makeshift wagon. 

With Yumiko, the injured woman with the new group, still being injured, they had to set out at a slow pace. As you ran your hand down the side of one of the larger horses, you could see Judith frowning at her mom in the distance. You knew she was upset that Michonne was going to Hilltop without her, but Michonne wasn’t planning on staying long. 

Your mind began to wander then and so did your eyes. You searched for Rosita, but her dark hair was nowhere to be found. She had mentioned something about helping Eugene with something, but you hadn’t seen her since. Knowing Porter, he most likely dragged her out into the middle of nowhere. 

Still, you would ask Michonne to keep an eye out just in case. While Rosita was opinionated and brash, she was also the one person next to Jesus, one of your closest friends, that you trusted to talk to. Then again, there was still one other person who you confided in, but Negan wasn’t the best choice when he was the topic you needed advice on.

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Once you managed to get the horses saddled and ready to go, you made your way over to the new group. You hadn’t had any time to actually talk to them for more than a few minutes, but they seemed nice enough and you were glad that Michonne was giving them a chance at Hilltop. 

As you approached, you noticed Judith attempting to do some sign language. With a small laugh, you placed your hand on her shoulder and she looked up at you with a goofy grin.

“I’m trying,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose. 

“You’ll get it,” you assured her before turning to the woman you knew as Connie. “It was nice to meet you,” you signed much to her and Judith’s surprise. Connie smiled at you and stood from her kneeling position to shake your hand. 

“You too,” Connie signed back and you nodded to her as well as the woman you knew to be her sister.

“You gotta teach me that,” Judith whispered as you took a few steps back from the wagon as they began loading up. 

“I got you, kid,” you promised, hooking her pinky with yours. As Michonne mounted her horse, she nodded to you and you returned the gesture. Waving to her daughter, Michonne and the others lead the newcomers out of Alexandria to start the trek to Hilltop. 

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It was much later when you found Judith alone. “Come on,” you said, “how about you and I get some training in?”

“Don’t you have things to do?” Judith asked, confused. 

“I always got time for you, Jude,” you said. “Also, who else is going to teach me how to use a blade if not you?” you teased, and she beamed up at you before running to get the practice swords Daryl had made for her a couple of years before.  

Since guns were not as readily available, you had to pick up hand to hand pretty quickly. You were never bad per se, but you were always better from a distance. Daryl had tried to teach you to use his bow and while you could when you had to, you never felt comfortable with arrows or bolts. 

Instead, you began observing Michonne and Judith’s sessions. Whenever you went to see Jesus or he ventured over to Alexandria, he would spar with you as well. As you twirled the wooden sword in your hand, you wondered what it would be like to spar with Negan. 

You weren’t sure how skilled he was in a fight when it came to specifics. Of course, you had seen him go after Rick and kill Walkers, but intricate fighting was a lot different than just swinging a baseball bat. 

Trying to stay focused on the task at hand, you circled the young girl, blocking her strikes. Considering how small Judith was, it was a challenge to get your own hits in, but you managed to work up a bit of a sweat as you practiced. Eventually, she collapsed on the ground with a dramatic sigh. 

“Why is it so hot?” she asked, pulling her hat off to shake out her hair. 

“Because you’re working hard, Jude,” you said, joining her on the grass. 

“You’re getting really good,” she complimented. 

“Why thank you, Jedi Master,” you joked and she looked at you confused. “Nevermind,” you said. “You know, I may have to get one of the blacksmiths to make me a sword of my own. Might be a bit better than the knives I carry now.”

“One like Mom’s?” Judith asked. 

“Oh, definitely not!” you said with a laugh. “I think you and your mom have the exclusive rights to those beauties. Maybe something a bit smaller, a short sword kind of thing.” 

“I think that would fit you,” Judith said after consideration. 

“You see Rosita anywhere?” you asked her, looking around again. 

“No, sorry,” Judith said, placing her hat back on her head. “(Y/N), can I ask you something?” she asked. 

“Of course,” you said, giving her your full attention. 

“Do you think we’ll ever all be together again?” Judith asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“We never talk to the others anymore. Hilltop, Oceanside, even The Kingdom. I haven’t seen Aunt Carol in so long,” she said sadly. “I miss them.”

“I know, kid,” you said, dreading the conversation. You didn’t think you were the person who should be talking to her about this. “I think that one day we’ll all be back together. Hopefully sooner than later.”

“Uncle Daryl, too?” she asked, looking up at you with those big eyes of hers. 

“Yeah, your Uncle too,” you whispered with a small smile. Judith nodded, wiping at her eyes when suddenly she sat up straight. “What is it?” 

“That’s not one of our horses,” Judith said as she stood. Turning to where her eyes were aimed, you saw what had caught her attention. A rider had arrived at Alexandria and you recognized them immediately.

They were from Hilltop. 

“Stay here,” you told Judith as you got to your feet and jogged over to the stables. Gabriel was already there. “What’s going on?” you asked the Father as soon as you approached. 

“Rosita,” Gabriel said, frozen where he stood. You placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“What happened?” you asked the Hilltop rider. 

“We found her,” they said, “she’s hurt and Eugene is missing.”

“What do you mean he’s missing?” you asked, taking charge of the situation just as Michonne would have wanted. 

“I don’t know, but that’s all we got out of her before she passed out.”

“(Y/N),” Gabriel began, but didn’t get much more out. You knew what he was asking and you didn’t need to be asked twice. 

“Saddle a horse for me, Gabe, I’m riding for Hilltop.” 

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Just before heading out, you stopped by the cell to explain what was going on. 

“So, you’re leaving?” Negan asked as he stood at the bars, his arms crossed. “Alone?”

“This is not my first time riding to Hilltop and I am going back with the escort. We’re going to ride fast so I can help with the search. I know those woods and surrounding areas well.”

“And what if whatever or whoever that hurt Rosita is still out there?”

“Then we will deal with it. I’m not going out alone, but Gabriel needs me to go and I have to go help them. I can’t just sit here.”

“I thought Michonne and Siddiq were already going?” he asked. 

“They’re pulling the wagon and they had to make some stops to pick up the new group’s things. I can get there faster on horseback.”

“So help me, (Y/N), if you do anything stupid and get hurt…” he said, bracing his hands on the bars. You put yours on top of his. 

“I will be fine. I think you forget that I’ve been a skilled fighter for years now. I know how to handle myself against the Walkers and the Breathers,” you said with a wink. He smiled at that. “When I get back, I’ll come to see you first, I promise.”

Negan was quiet for a moment, but then said, “Please be careful.”

“Always,” you promised and then reached up and paced your hand against his cheek. “I’ll be home soon.” 

“I’ll be waiting,” he said as you took a step back, and with a final look at him as if you were trying to memorize his face you turned your back and headed for your horse.

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You, along with the Hilltop escort, rode hard towards the community. 

All you could think about was Rosita and what the hell had happened. Ro was a fierce fighter and Eugene was brilliant. Whatever had gotten the jump on them had you worried.

Your mind went back to a conversation you had had with Negan. He had asked you what you thought was out there and you didn’t have an answer. There was a part of you now that had a feeling you were about to find out. 

It took a while to reach Hilltop, but when you did, the doors pulled open as your horses turned up the long road to the community. Diane was on watch and the surprised look on her face as you rode in was enough to make you feel nervous. You hadn’t seen anyone outside Alexandria in a while and it was like going to a high school reunion and you didn’t like it. 

However, your nerves were short-lived when you spotted a group of people saddling up horses and gearing up. You nearly crashed to the ground dismounting your horse when you saw a familiar vest.

A vest with wings. 

“Daryl!” you called, walking toward him, trying to get your legs back beneath you. Turning at the sound of his name, Daryl spotted you immediately and ran for you. You didn’t hesitate to pull him into your arms. “Holy shit,” you said as you clutched at him, giving him a hug that could have crushed bones. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said, pulling back. “What are ya doin’ here?” he asked. 

“Hilltop told us what was goin’ on. I couldn’t just sit there while Ro was hurt and Eugene was missin’, could I?”

“Rosita told us where she stashed him,” Daryl explained. 

“Stashed him?” you asked, confused. 

“Not a lot of information right now, but we got an idea of where he is,” Daryl said and then his shoulders dropped a bit. “It’s damn good to see ya,” he said and you reached out and gripped his shoulder. 

“I missed you too,” you said and he smiled. It was then that you noticed another member of your family had arrived at Hilltop as well. “Give me a second, yeah?”

“We’re leavin’ in a bit,” Daryl said and you nodded, walking past him and over to a woman with long white hair. 

“Your Majesty,” you greeted and Carol looked up at you and her face split into a grin. 

“Oh my god,” she said as she walked to you and gave you a big hug. “How are you?”

“Still kickin’,” you said and she rolled her eyes. You spoke to Carol for a while before Jesus exited Barrington House with an annoyed Tara following him. Jesus was dressed for battle and Tara was not thrilled about it. 

You waited until Tara had stormed off before approaching Jesus, your arms crossed. 

“You know,” you began, “pissing her off is never a good idea.” 

“You...,” Jesus said as he turned to face you before his face split into a grin. “My God, I’ve missed you!” He didn’t hesitate to bring you in for a hug. You both relaxed in each other’s arms and it just felt right to be with him again. You knew it was your fault that you hadn’t gone to see him.

Just because Michonne had prevented others from going into Alexandria, that didn’t mean you couldn’t go and see the others. Seeing Daryl at Hilltop with Jesus and Tara began to take you back to the war and then your thoughts were being tugged back to Alexandria, back to him. 

You couldn’t even think about what would happen if Daryl found out that you were getting cozy with his previous jailer. A part of you worried that he would be angry, but there was another side of you who thought that he would just not comment on it at all. Whenever Daryl was quiet around his family, you knew he was more than angry. 

When Jesus let go of you, you noticed the blade on his belt. “That’s nice,” you complimented and he unsheathed it to show you. 

“Been using her more and more lately,” he said proudly. 

“I’ve been thinking of getting one myself,” you said and he raised a brow. 

“Well, when you do, let me be the first to spar with you,” he offered. 

“You got it,” you said with a smile.

“Hey!” Daryl called, “Are we goin’ or what? Ya can catch up later!” With a roll of his eyes, Jesus mounted a nearby horse and offered you his hand. 

“Just like old times?” he asked and with a laugh, you joined him on the saddle and he took off after Daryl who was revving his bike. Just as you rode through the gates, you only hoped that you would be able to find Eugene in time. 

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Note: This one was supposed to be a bit longer but I split it because this week is a nightmare with the holiday and shit. I will get up 13 soon and add onto it. this one isn’t my favourite, but I needed to set up everything that is about to happen. Can you guess? Also, if anyone has any nickname ideas for the reader from Negan, I will gladly take them. GN! nicknames please!

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Follow Your Heart

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Reader

Words: 12,609. Please do not hate me. I put markers to where you can stop and continue later

Warnings: Some pining. Little bit of angst. Definitely some fluff. And as you should know by now, smut. Unusual dirty talk in the sense that it is more romantic than dirty. Hopefully it gets you going though.

A/N: I have not written anything in so long and I apologize that this is not what you expected (aka Bucky or Steve) after the on/off hiatus. I am genuinely surprised considering this is the longest story I have written. I’m trying my hand at something completely different and since there are a few of us out there thirsting for Ardeth Bae Bay, I hope you like this. And shout out to @mss4msu for literally handing me the Middle Egyptian and Hieratic on a platter because Lord knows I still suck at this and she is a genius. Also, Happy Birthday friend, you know who you are. Lastly, refer to this for an in depth disclaimer for this fic.

~I~

It was a quiet day, one of the few since you’ve arrived with Evy on the site. You weren’t one to tag along with her or her husband, but you couldn’t pass a chance to visit a place like Luxor, not when it was your professor’s favorite city. Being one of Sir Gaston Maspero’s students, you’ve heard all about the temple, this side of the Nile even, and you’d always wanted to come to it, not just for research purposes but to enjoy the magic that was Egypt. 

You always envied Evy for living in this place for so long, even wished you were favored by the librarians and professors like her, but she was much more charming, beautiful even. You were the cousin no one paid mind to, apart from the Professor of course. He had always favored you amongst the others and you didn’t mind it, not when you were learning about the greatest civilization in the world. You had always wished to be more connected to this land but sadly, you weren’t. Your only connection was the knowledge of the languages and the culture, not a parent you could always speak of during parties and galas. 

Looking up from your notebook, you placed it aside and sipped from your afternoon tea, eyes searching the landscape in front of you, hoping the sands and waves would tell you something, anything about the place you were in. It has been years since you’ve spoken with your Professor, wishing he was here with you, telling you all the secrets whispered to him by the stones. He always had a sense of things around him, and he once told you that you had that same instinct but you brushed it off. If you did, it hasn’t made itself visible yet. You’ve been here for months now, without a new find or anything to write about back home. 

But like Evy, you weren’t one to give up so easily, constantly searching for the impossible. A breeze flew through your hair, your skin shivering for the first time in a long time. The summer was close to ending and while it was unbearably hot during the day, the night could be even deadlier. You drank the rest of your tea and were collecting your notebooks when a few papers flew away. Immediately, you ran after them before they fell in the water, managing to catch all but one. You were about to jump in the water when a hand flew and grasped your wrist, pulling you back before you stepped any further.

“Wha-”

“The waters are not safe in these parts of the country.” Your eyes shifted back and forth between the man’s own dark orbs and his hand. He finally let go, staring at you as he passed and went into the water to collect your page. You hoped it was soaked enough that he wouldn’t see what was in it, sighing in relief when he came back out with what used to be a sketch.

“You must be careful. We do not need anymore incidents around here.” He threw the wet paper in your hands before walking away from the hill, yelling something to the men working around the temple before getting on his horse and leaving. You sighed before throwing the page away, hating how you somehow always made a fool out of yourself in his presence. You had not expected to see him today. Rick and Evy weren’t around so he had no reason to be here, or so you thought. You walked back to your tent to wash up before dinner, telling the men it was time for them to go home. 

"في أي وقت تريدننا أن نأتي غدا يا انسة؟" 

Miss, is there any specific time you wish us to come tomorrow?

One of the men yelled out to you, wiping the sweat from his forehead and waiting for your response. Your Arabic was that of a child’s and although you loved practicing it with the men and the people in the village, you hated how it came out like that of a toddler’s, sometimes grammatically incorrect and other times completely wrong. But you struggled through a response anyway, smiling at them before replying to the leader of the workmen.

"يمكنكم الراحة غدا وسأخبركم لاحقًا."

You can rest tomorrow and I will let you know later when you can come in.

They put their tools near your tent and left, thanking you and bidding you a good night. You were aware of the position you were in and at times, truly disliked it. You thought of maybe giving them a week or two break but you weren’t sure how that would go with your superiors back in Oxford. Once everyone had left, you brought food and water to your guards and asked them to take the night off. Both of them turned to each other and thanked you for the opportunity but told you they would remain nearby. When you realized they would still do whatever they wanted, you thanked them and left back to your tent.

You left them chatting about some wedding coming up and went back to your tent, shutting all sides before stripping down and showering. You were thankful for the men’s expertise on setting up this tent. They left you a place near one of the palm trees, closed from all sides so you could wash up quickly if you needed to. It was your favorite part of the day, standing in the middle of the desert and surrounded by the ancient air. Finishing up quickly, you left your hair down to dry naturally, wrapping yourself in a night robe before walking out of the little room. As soon as you looked up, you almost squealed, hand clasping at your chest for air. 

“You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Your words were a mix of anger and fear, body refusing to budge from its place until the figure in front of you said something. When he continued to stare at you, you cleared your throat and moved to pour some wine for yourself. “I thought you had left.” You turned around and saw he was still staring at you, his eyes following the droplets of water falling on your shoulders. 

When he continued to remain silent, you sipped from your glass and sat opposite of him. “I’m assuming Rick and Evy are coming soon then?” 

“What makes you say that?” His response was laced with sarcasm and you hated how he sounded, how he always treated you. Perhaps it was the heat finally getting to your head or the long hours in the field, maybe even the wine, but you’ve had enough.

“Seeing as you are never around unless they are, I thought they would be coming. We both know you are not here out of interest…” Your words trailed off and you looked up, surprised to see his demeanor change, however, not for the better. Without any hesitation, his frowning expression followed you as he stood, walking towards your chair and leaning down enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“Never ask your guards to leave.” His eyes darted to your lips but for a moment, watching the wine stain them a dark red before he pulled away and growled something in Arabic you didn’t quite catch, walking through the little opening in the tent and leaving you a mess. You downed the rest of your drink and crawled under your covers, finding it impossible to sleep now that you were so close to him. The man did things to you ever since you met him and you hated it. Somehow, you were always like a dog in heat whenever he was around. You weren’t sure what it was that was attractive about him; between his nearly black eyes and plump lips, and his dominant yet kind personality, you were sure there would never be another that would catch your attention. 

But it was just your luck that he absolutely despised you, constantly calling you out whenever Evy and Rick were around or, when they weren’t, ordering you around like you were a child who couldn’t care for herself. You wished you could know what it was that made him regularly angry with you but you opted to thinking it was because you were a complete outsider that, like her cousin, dug around in places where she didn’t belong. You chose to fall for a man that couldn’t stand you, a man that had every reason to not like you or your family, a man who could have any woman in his bed should he ask, a man whose sole purpose was to keep Egypt's secrets hidden from the curious eyes of the world. 

A man who went by the name of Ardeth Bay.

~II~

It had never occurred to you that the day would come when you could speak with a living being who belonged to an ancient tribe. While the modern Egyptians you interacted with were descendants of the ancients, whether of the Coptic or Muslim traditions, it amazed you that one of the least known tribesmen were among you to this day. In any text you read, administrative and personal, you could always find hints of the Medjay’s presence. In the royal letters, they were those who protected the deserts of Seth, the Pharaoh himself, and sometimes even the borders of the country. In the personal ones, although rarely mentioned, they were described as ones who never carried out much interaction with the population, always keeping to themselves or helping out wherever they were needed in a village before leaving. They patrolled the lands at times, making sure there were no Hittite or Akkadian spies seeking to destroy Pharaoh. 

Now, the chieftain of the Medjay was another story. He was constantly mentioned in any type of literary texts. Most of the times, he was mentioned by name and on behalf of his people. He was the most important of the Medjay for obvious purposes. You continued scribbling absentmindedly in your notebook, not paying attention to what it was you were writing down. You fell out of your haze when you heard a commotion in front of your tent. Looking at your watch, you jumped out of your bed when you realized you’ve been idle for an hour, quickly putting on your robe before exiting the tent.

“Is everything alright?” You saw the two guards arguing with a few women from the village, immediately walking up to them to see what was wrong.

“There is nothing to concern yourself with Miss.”

“Please, tell me.” You saw the two men look at each other before nodding at the women. 

"يريدونك ان تحضر حفلة زفاف صديقتهن الليلة."

They want you to attend their friend’s wedding tonight.

The women stood there in silence until you decided and although you wished to go, you weren’t sure you would be welcomed, especially if the bride and the groom did not know. You struggled with what you wanted to say and hoped you would make sense to them. 

"انا اتشرف لكن هل تعرف العروس أنكم طلبتن مني؟" 

It would be my honor, but does the bride know you came and asked me?

They smiled at your broken Arabic and nodded in unison before telling you that she was the one who asked them to come and invite you. They told you she would have come herself but she was preparing for the wedding in a few hours. You told them you would be more than happy to come and laughed when one of the younger girls jumped and hugged you before kissing both of your cheeks. The men did not look pleased at your decision but said nothing, telling you that one of them would stay on site while the other accompanied you to the wedding. And when you tried to tell them there was no reason to do so, they told you it was non-negotiable. 

So you left back to your tent to dress more properly before making the regular morning rounds, grabbing your notebook and heading to the other side of the temple where you have yet to excavate. You had asked permission from the townspeople first, and although you thought they would not grant you access since the mosque built on the site was still in use, they surprisingly agreed as long as you didn’t damage any part of the prayer house. You found a bolder near the mosque and sat on it, sketching the grounds first before going anywhere near the mosque. 

You stayed there for hours, losing all sense of time when your thoughts strayed away from the place to something, or rather, someone else. Flipping through the pages, you stopped and looked at the page you were invested in during the morning hours, shaking your head at how pathetic you were. Near the portrait you sketched of him instead of the one which fell in the Nile were hieroglyphs. You never knew that day dreaming would include writing in a dead language and you laughed a little, not because of what was on the page but because of how clever your mind was even when it was idle. 

                                                      𓇯𓂠𓍑𓇌 𓏥

“ḥry mḏꜢw.” You whispered to the monuments, tracing the lines of his features and wishing you had a better understanding of the man that was Ardeth. He was a living marvel in every sense of the word. And although you were attracted to him because of his intelligence and past, you couldn’t deny how handsome he was, probably the most beautiful of men you’d ever had the pleasure of looking at. You’ve only ever seen his face and hands, and as much as you hated to admit it, they were the fuel of your evening activities far too many times. And whenever he haunted your dreams, you always woke up heaving and sweating, knowing very well what your dreams were about. 

So busy continuing your sketch of him, you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you until it was too late. For the third time in less than twenty four hours, Ardeth crept up on you, standing a few feet away behind you and ignoring your obvious distress before approaching you.

“You have got to stop doing that.” You said humorously but stopped smiling when you realized he was in a foul mood once more.

“Why are you going to the wedding?” He ignored your previous comment, crossing his arms and waiting for you to reply.

“I thought it would be rude to decline the invitation. I have never gone to an Egyptian wedding before and I have a feeling I will not get a second chance again.” Your tone came out more aggressive than you intended but you didn’t care. 

“And the guards? Had I not told you last night to never ask them to leave.” Ardeth took a step forward and part of you felt a twist in your stomach at his proximity, not because he would hurt you. No, he would never do that. But because you were barely over what transpired the night prior. 

“Last time I checked, I was the boss around here, not you. Now, I understand your position and hold great respect for it, but if you think you can walk around ordering me simply because I am a woman then it is best you don’t come around unless Rick or Evy are here. I don’t need to listen to you and you know this very well. If you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare for a wedding.” You stood up and took one step forward, not seeing the giant rock in front of you. You prepared to hit the ground but no such thing happened. Instead, you felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding your body against a solid chest. Looking back, you felt Ardeth’s hands tighten around you as soon as you made eye contact with him. His eyes were dilated, the beautiful brown barely visible, jaws clenching when he saw your parted lips. He let go instantly, looking away and leaning down to pick up your notebook before you asked him not to.

As soon as he flipped the notebook to dust the sand off, he saw his portrait and the hieroglyphs written at the bottom, blinking confusingly a few times before handing you back the notebook and excusing himself. You wished the Nile could just flood and take you away from here. Not sure what to make of his reaction, you went back to your tent, aggressively opening the flap and throwing your things on the bed. You noticed something on the chair and picked it up, looking around to see who could have possibly come in here.

Walking outside, you saw the two guards drinking tea under a tree. Approaching them, you asked if they saw anyone go into your tent. When they told you that one of the women came back with clothes for you to wear, they accompanied her to your tent to make sure she placed it inside and took nothing. You thanked the two of them and walked back, studying the familiar gown you saw everyone wear in the village. You were glad they had given you one, not because you had nothing to wear but because you were afraid you dress might offend them. Quickly washing up, you put your hair up and put the long silky black gown on, twirling around in front of the mirror before putting your heels on and leaving. 

It was around five in the afternoon by the time you finished. You walked out and made your way to the guards to let them know you were ready. But when you got there, you saw them talking to Ardeth, bowing their heads to him when they saw you standing there and leaving. For a second, you thought he was going to argue with you and ask you to stay but as he approached you, you saw the almost reserved gaze he held. 

“Both men will stay here tonight and I will escort you to the wedding.” He said calmly and although you preferred this side of him, you couldn’t trust his sudden change of demeanor. 

“Are you serious?” Ardeth looked up at your question and you could pinpoint the moment he felt guilty but you chose to ignore it. “You do not wish to be in my company.” He said, more as a statement than a question and you hated how you denied him immediately.

“No no, that’s not what I said. Nevermind, we should probably leave. I don’t want to miss anything.” You turned around and refused to look back until you had reached the streets of the village. You realized you didn’t know where the wedding would be held but you saw some families walking towards the main church and thought to follow them. As soon as you arrived, you saw the girls from the morning standing outside. You smiled when one of them saw you and ran to welcome you in but as soon as she saw Ardeth, her eyes widened and she said something in Arabic that you did not recognize. 

And then something you’ve never seen before happened, absolutely taking your breath away and causing you to swallow the lump in your throat before approaching the other guests. Ardeth smiled at the young woman and asked her to not tell the elder of the village that he was here. You watched as he interacted with her and waved to her friends, telling her that he would rather enjoy the evening with everyone than have the attention on him. She smiled at him, telling him she will make sure no one will tell any of the administration that he was here before leaving to join her friends. 

You wished you could ask him why he said this but you thought it best to leave him alone. No need to start arguing from now. The night was young and you wanted to enjoy every moment of it. 

~III~

The ceremony was longer than you thought but you didn’t mind it. You enjoyed the hymns they sang, surprising Ardeth when you had picked up one of the books and followed along with the Coptic. You could tell he was staring at you but you ignored him, wanting to commit this to memory. When they finished and the priest announced them as man and wife, all the women began ululating and although it took you by surprise, you were glad to be a part of this. They were all so joyful, following the newly wed outside to the street as they walked to the giant tent and stage in the middle of the town. 

Not thirty minutes later, everyone was dancing and singing along with the couple. You watched as musicians played and danced around the woman and her husband, laughing when he picked her up and twirled her around. You forgot Ardeth was there and continued to watch everyone celebrate the two, but Ardeth was very much aware of your presence. 

Unbeknownst to you, he has spent months in Luxor, watching you and making sure nothing out of the ordinary took place but more importantly, making sure you were safe. He begrudgingly listened to Evy when she told him she knew his secret. He had tried to lie but Evy was clever, telling him that there was no shame in admitting the feelings he had for you. Ardeth told Evy that he could never be with you because you did not think of him the way he thought of you and up until a few hours ago, he thought Evy was lying to him when she told him that he was mistaken. 

When he saw the sketch you had of him, along with the hieroglyphs of his name and his title, he changed his mind. Maybe, just maybe, the feelings were mutual, but even then, he has been nothing but rude and condescending ever since he met you. Perhaps this was more out of curiosity than anything else, because in his mind, no woman as intelligent and beautiful as you would think of him that way. He was not from the ordinary population. This was even excluding where he came from; surely you would want to marry someone who held the same customs and traditions, perhaps even faith, as you. Why would you look at him, a man who was living proof of an ancient people, whose culture was completely different from yours, who might not give you everything you would wish for?

Ardeth was brought back to reality when he saw you standing up and leaving. He was about to follow you when he saw who it was you were approaching, sitting back down in the back along with a few others and watching as you went to the bride and the groom. 

When the young woman saw you, she tapped her husband on the shoulder to get his attention. The man thanked you for coming and told you that his wife aspired to be as kind as you one day. You were taken aback by the response, thanking the two of them and taking a small bag out of your purse. 

You told her you didn’t know what was proper to be given as a gift. She had declined it at first but when you opened it and showed it to her, both of them were surprised and asked you if you were sure. You didn’t know how to convey why you were giving it to her so you looked around to see if anyone who understood English could help you. As soon as you looked towards the back, you saw Ardeth staring right back at you. Swallowing your pride, you motioned for him to come, clasping your hands together to tell him you truly needed his help. He was next to you within moments, asking you what it was you needed.

“Could you please tell them that, as I understand, the blue scarab brings luck and keeps the evil eye away. And I wish for their marriage to always be happy and that they never struggle in anything.” You watched as he took the golden necklace, his eyes holding your gaze before he turned to the bride and told her what you said. She was surprised and said something back, her husband agreeing with her. 

“They are telling you that you are right but they could not possibly accept this.” Ardeth smiled at the couple and translated to you, watching as your expression frown in confusion. He thought it the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.  

“Why not?”

“It is made of gold and lapis lazuli Y/N, this would be the most expensive thing they own and they couldn’t take something as precious from you as this.” You almost gasped when he called you by your name, and you stopped yourself from asking him to say it again, knowing this was not the time or place for such a confrontation. 

“I know. But I want them to have it. Please, try to tell them again.” You placed your hand on his hand to turn it their way and Ardeth couldn’t help the blush that crept on his cheeks. He asked them again, telling them you knew very well what it was and that you really wanted them to have it. The couple looked at each other and back to you before taking the necklace and thanking you for it. The young woman hugged you tightly and kissed your cheeks, thanking you once more before asking her husband to put it on for her. 

You went back to your seat and sat down, waiting until a few moments passed before thanking Ardeth for helping you.

“It was nothing.” Ardeth replied, smiling again and watching as you timidly looked away, busying yourself with something other than the handsome man next to you. In that moment, everything clicked in his mind. The bickering, the shy demeanor, the quietness whenever he was around. You didn’t do these because you disliked him but because you thought of him the way he thought of you. Maybe not completely in the same way because he thought of you in such a manner that wasn’t allowed for him. Not unless you were his own to do such things with. 

You saw some of the workmen dancing around, one of them stopping when he saw you sitting next to Ardeth. He approached you and asked you if you would join him, to which you declined insistently, telling him you would only make a fool out of yourself. When he asked again and saw the way Ardeth clenched his jaws, he stopped, knowing it was unwise to anger a Medjay. You followed his gaze and saw the way Ardeth was staring at him, your heart fluttering for a moment at the thought of him being jealous. But no, that wasn’t possible. 

“Perhaps it is best if you take a week off?” You asked the man and he looked at you strangely, asking you if he understood you correctly. 

“Yes, a week. Don’t worry, you will be paid.” You smiled when he jumped and kissed your cheek before running to the other men and telling them they had a week off. You turned to look at Ardeth but he was nowhere to be found. Looking around, you didn’t find him anywhere, mind reeling back to see if you had said anything to offend him. You waited around for another hour and when he never returned, you excused yourself, bidding the couple a good night before walking back to your tent. But you were stopped by one of the girls, telling you that it was custom in their village for everyone to sit, even for a minute, with the palm reader on weddings. You never believed in these matters but thought why not, following the girl until she brought you to the older woman. 

“Sit down my dear.” The woman took your hand and pulled you down until you sat across from her. 

“You speak English?” You hadn’t meant to sound surprised but you have never met someone her age that could speak English.

“A little. I learn quickly.” She winked at you, opening the palm of your hands and drawing patterns across the lines. She remained quiet for a long time before putting your hands down and looking at you. “You have a long life ahead of you, a bright one too.” She said nothing else and you didn’t know what came over you but you asked her anyway.

“Is there love in this life?”

“There could be.”

“What do you mean?” Before you finished your question, the woman was bringing out a small piece of paper, handing it to you to see your reaction. When you opened it, you read the few lines written in Coptic and turned to look at her once more. You knew what it was. You had seen something similar at your time in Oxford when Professor Maspero brought you his findings and although you didn’t believe in such things, you were not one to tempt your luck. “Thank you, but I think it is best if I leave.” You handed the paper back to her, watching as she smiled and nodded your way.

“To be wise at such a young age. May Allah bless you and keep you safe my child. And to answer your question, there is. And you will not need such charms to make it so, for the one you seek has always had his eyes set on you and no one else.” You didn’t have time to say anything before the woman was standing up and walking away, leaving you more confused than before. Silently leaving the festivities, you made you way back to the excavation grounds, your legs leading you to the shores of the river rather than your tent. There was no way you could sleep after hearing the old woman’s words.

~IV~

You returned to the same spot you always sat in to watch the sunset every day, looking up at the sky and marveling at the many stars and constellations so visible at night. But your mind quickly returned to the old woman’s fortune; did she mean what you thought she meant? It couldn’t have been possible that she knew your feelings, let alone Ardeth’s. But she was so sure of herself.

You dug into your purse and pulled out your notebook, returning to the familiar page once more and passing your fingers over his name.

“You know, I never thought of how my name could mean something else.” You turned around when you heard Ardeth call behind you, not bothering to tell him that he almost made you drop your notebook again. When you said nothing, he continued.

“May I join you?” He asked and you could tell he was fully expecting you to tell him off. But when you nodded and motioned for him to sit next to you, he did so quietly. 

“What do you mean?” You asked him, not bothering to hide the page from him anymore. He silently asked if he could see your notebook and pencil, and you handed them over. He traced his callous fingers over his name in hieroglyphs, reading them out loud and smiling at you.

𓄿𓂋𓌗 𓂞𓇌𓏏𓏛 𓃀𓇋𓄿𓎡𓅄𓅆

“Ꜣr dı͗t bı͗k…”

“The one who makes the driving away from the falcon.” You repeated after him, watching as his smile brightened even more so than before. Then you saw him scribbling something down right next to the last part of his name. 

𓃀𓇋𓄿𓈅𓏤𓈐

“bı͗Ꜣ? As in path?” You asked him, trying to see what his name would mean now.

“The one who makes the driving away from the path,” he whispered, then pointed to the tattoo on his forehead and his cheeks. He watched as the meaning of his name dawned on you.

“The one who makes the driving away from the path of the netherworld through maat.” You responded, smiling when he nodded at you and told you he preferred your interpretation better.

“Why?” “As I see it, it was our role to protect Pharaoh who was the manifestation of Horus on earth. It makes sense that my name parallels the old ‘job description’...to drive away Horus from his demise and being taken into the underworld.” He handed you back your notebook and looked towards the river, watching as the waters softly hit the shores.

“Do all the Medjay have those as well?” You asked, hoping he found no offense in your curiosity. 

“No, just the chieftain. But all of us hold names that correspond to an element of our past lives.” He continued, turning to look at you once again and hoping he could find it in himself to apologize for all the times he disrespected you. You met his gaze before looking away immediately. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, his eyes making you feel as if he was staring into your soul. Then you felt his hand rest on your own in the sand, looking down and seeing his fingers clasping yours harshly. Your heart was beating against your chest and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. 

When you turned to face him again, he was already staring at your lips, and you couldn’t help it, licking them and mirroring his actions before leaning in towards him. Ardeth didn’t want to move, afraid he would break this trance between the two of you, but when he saw you moving towards him, something completely otherworldly took over. 

He let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks, pulling you towards him and taking your lips aggressively in a hungry kiss. You gasped into the sudden motions, hands fisting in his clothes to hold onto him so you didn’t fall over. Ardeth took this as a sign of submission, pushing you down on the sand and cornering you between his arms. When you moaned against him, he snuck his tongue past your lips, exploring your skin like it was a new oasis. His hands crept into your hair before rolling down your form, holding onto your waist and squeezing you against him to feel every inch of you. 

You didn’t know what to do, torn between pushing him away to ask him about the sudden change of heart and begging him to take you to your tent and have his way with you. When he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, he pulled away, his breath fanning over your cheeks and his eyes memorizing your blissed out facial expression. When you finally opened your eyes, you had already regulated your breathing, pulling your hands away and keeping them to yourself. You hoped he would understand and move away, and when he didn’t, you looked anywhere but him.

Ardeth finally understood what you were silently asking him, moving away and sitting up slowly. Before he could say anything else, you were standing up and running away to your place. He knew calling after you wouldn’t do him any good so he sat by himself for a while. When the night air turned colder, he stood up and was about to go to the other guards when he saw your notebook lying on the ground. 

Picking it up, he dusted the sand off and made his way to your tent. The Medjay saw him approaching and stood up, greeting him before returning to their posts. 

“wḏi.” The command passed his lips angrily, and the two subordinates knew not to question him. They stood up and walked back to the village, leaving Ardeth standing outside your tent. He had spent hours committing to memory the pass of your tongue against his, every smooth touch of your skin against his rough fingers. Without thinking much of it, he walked into your tent to place your notebook on the nightstand, telling himself to not look at you even for a moment. 

But his self control flew with the breeze, his eyes turning back and seeing your naked figure under the thin covers. He could tell you were naked, for your entire back was exposed to his gaze. Gently, he reached over and rolled the cover until you were shielded from his eyes. You looked so beautiful in your sleep, hair forming a halo on the pillow. He knew this was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. Slowly, he traced the blush on your cheeks up to your hair, brushing the few strands aside to take a closer look at you.

“A-ardeth…” His name spilling from your lips pushed him back to reality, pulling away and exiting the tent immediately out of fear of himself. He bit his tongue to distract himself from the familiar ache creeping into his groin whenever you were around. It was much worse now however, because he knew what his name sounded like when you moaned it in your sleep. Sitting near the fire, Ardeth removed his knife and picked up a large tree branch, cutting away to distract himself from the sleeping figure not twenty feet away from him. 

Unbeknownst to him, you were very much awake when he entered your tent. For a moment, you were afraid it was not him but when leaned over to cover your body, you could smell his scent, one that you were more familiar with now more than before. You knew he would not try to force himself on you and when he brushed your hair, you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your throat in the form of his name. He was gone a moment later, leaving you a mess beneath your covers. You wished you could bring him back to your bed, tell him you ran away because you were afraid of offending him by asking him to do something that may not be acceptable in his culture and not because you were refusing him. 

You slept knowing the old woman was truthful in everything she had told you, and Ardeth laid awake through the night thinking you ran away because you did not want him. 

~V~

You woke up earlier than usual, making yourself exceptionally presentable before exiting the tent. You walked out prepared to face Ardeth and try to make small talk so he doesn’t feel awkward but he was nowhere to be found. You hated when he did that and he seemed to do that a lot around you. You saw the two guards, who you now knew were Medjay, standing around and talking. When they saw you, they bowed their heads before returning to their conversation. 

You didn’t bother to look for him, going about your day as you normally would have and hoping you could be productive instead of thinking about him. You continued recording mounds of interest in your notebook, walking around the area near the mosque and straying away from the major area to the west of the temple. You never came to this part of the grounds, knowing Professor Maspero had already discovered the Chapel of the goddess Mut. There was no way he would’ve missed anything, he was a thorough man. But in your attempt to not topple over the rocks, you skipped a step and fell on your face on top of what used to be a column in the hypostyle hall of the temple. 

“For god’s sake,” you whispered to yourself, looking for your pencil and dusting off your pants. You cursed under your breath when you saw your pants have ripped at the knee. Resting on the column, your eyes passed through a relief that seemed oddly familiar. Ignoring the pain in your legs, you tried to wipe the sand as much as possible from the relief, eyes widening in surprise when you realized what the relief was.

Frantically standing up, you picked up your notebook to mark where you were on the site before discarding it again, kneeling down and dusting off as much as you could without damaging the column. 

There, engraved in large letters, was a Coptic inscription surrounding a cross that was most likely carved over a hieroglyphs. You almost screamed at the sheer luck, marking the area before running to your tent to grab your tools. The guards saw you running around frantically and were about to ask you when they saw you jumping out of your tent with your small kit. They knew not to disturb you when you were working. 

You returned to the column and brushed away from the column before grabbing a shovel and removing the rubble from around the column. You’ve never had to do this much work in your years of excavations but you didn’t care, this was far more rewarding than anything. You looked like a wild woman by the time you cleared the column, sitting down to sketch as many of the reliefs as you could. The Coptic would have to wait, you had no energy for this today. 

When you returned to your tent, the two guards saw the state of you and asked if anything happened to you. You explained what took place and told them that dinner was on you, giving one of them money to fetch food from the village. The men thanked you and told you they would tell you when the food was here. 

You went back in to bathe, knowing you looked like an absolute mess of a woman and that you should not be in their company in such a manner. You were about to unbutton your shirt when someone walked into the tent.

“That was quick. You must’ve been truly hungry to-” The words died in your throat when you turned around and saw Ardeth standing at the entrance. You said nothing, silently kicking yourself for not returning sooner and cleaning up. The last thing you needed was to look filthy in front of him. But none of this compared to the way he was looking at you, like a predator ready to devour his prey. 

His eyes softened, however, when he saw you the state of your knees and the dried blood on the beige pants. Without thinking much of it, he stepped towards you, kneeling down to inspect your skin.

“What happened?”

“I- there was a…” You couldn’t think of a coherent sentence, the feeling of his warm hands wrapped around your legs too distracting. “I was just walking around and quite literally fell upon a new discovery. Did you know there was an old church built in this temple?” Ardeth ignored your rambling, asking you to sit down on the chair while he fetched a clean cloth and some water. You didn’t dare argue with him, silently taking a seat and rolling up your pants for him. He came back with a small amphora filled with cold water and a cloth. His blood thrummed in his ears as soon as he saw your skin. And although he tried to hide himself, you couldn’t help but smile at the blush that crept across his cheeks. 

Gently, he sat down and held your calves, cursing himself for thinking he could do this without making a fool out of himself. 

“You should be more careful Y/N.” There it was again, your name whispered so softly and causing you shake. Ardeth felt goosebumps erupting on your skin, barely holding back the smile of pride at being the cause of such a reaction. You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. He was tender in every touch, slowly dabbing the wet cloth around the inflamed area before treating the other knee in a similar fashion. Like the previous night, something took over him and he couldn’t hold himself back, leaning down and kissing your knees, telling you to watch the wounds when you washed.

When Ardeth looked up, he saw the frenzy swimming in your eyes, and he could only smile at you when your lips parted to attempt and thank him. 

“I will wash this for you.” He raised the blood stained cloth and you tried to stop him but he insisted, telling you it was nothing. When he left your tent, you were sure your heart was close to jumping out of your chest. It was such a minor touch but it boiled your blood, knowing what his lips felt like on your skin yet again. Shaking your head, you went to the corner of the tent to wash up quickly, your heart already leaping at the thought of seeing him again. 

But then something broke your trance. God you could not never have the heart to refuse this man if he asked you to have him, but you also couldn’t bear it if you were to tempt him to do something that went against his culture, even religion. Come to think of it, your knowledge of the Medjay’s religious beliefs was minimal. You had spent a long time with them when you were with Evy and Rick, seeing many of them walking into the mosque in their village during the day to pray. But you also saw your two guards walking out of Mass on Sunday morning numerous times, singing some of their hymns as they walked back to their post. 

Either way, you could not possibly be the cause that Ardeth strayed from his beliefs. You had respected him far too much to tempt him or place him in an unpleasant situation with whatever religious leader he knew. You were very much aware of your position, not just as a stranger to the culture and religions but also as a woman that did not care for the rules revolving around physical relationships. It was one of the things that had many men and women of your social circle angry and whisper about. You only had one or two affairs with men but you still valued yourself, just not in the same way that women of your society did. You did not care for the limiting rules set upon you by the Catholic church or English culture. Thankfully, neither did your parents, always telling you to follow your heart and not care for what anyone thought of you. You were only Catholic by name after all, not by belief.  

But you couldn’t apply this advice now. You cared what Ardeth thought of you and you did not want him to think you were “easy,” neither did you want him to see you as a prude. So you reeled back all thoughts of approaching him, wanting to give the two of you some time to test the waters. You took your time in the bath, slowly washing yourself to make sure the wound did not bleed again. It was an hour later when you emerged from the water, wrapping a towel around yourself before rubbing another around your hair. 

But when you emerged from behind the wooden screen, you saw Ardeth walking in to place the urn and cloth near your bed. When he turned around, his body went tense, hands shaking at the sight of you and eyes blinking slowly. Neither of you moved for a few moments. You waited to see what he would do, chest rising and falling when you saw the way his eyes took you in. You saw his adam’s apple bob up before resting back in its place and you thought, ‘20 seconds of courage.’

Throwing the hair towel away, you walked up to him, standing a few inches away from his rigid torso. 

“You are treading on dangerous grounds Y/N.” Ardeth whispered, his nose flaring when the scent of lavender hit his senses. He was losing every ounce of control coursing through his veins and he wished you would step away before he did something he might regret. Slowly, you reached your hands towards him to cup his cheeks, watching as he shut his eyes to control himself. You saw his jaws clenched tightly, fists cracking from how harshly he was holding himself back. Leaning forward, you brushed your lips against his own before pulling back.

“Tell them to leave.” That was all Ardeth needed for confirmation, setting the animal loose and wrapping his arms around you before devouring your lips. His hands fisted in your damp hair, pulling your neck back so he could lay kisses all over your skin. You moaned loudly against him, causing him to clamp his hand on your mouth in fear of the men hearing you. Reluctantly pulling away, Ardeth told you to remain in your spot until he got rid of the two guards. You barely held yourself up when he left you to walk out of the tent. 

You could hear him ordering the two men, and telling them to not return unless they saw Horus. Both men responded their agreement and left, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed because they probably knew why their chieftain ordered them so aggressively to leave. 

Ardeth walked back in and tied the knots of the entrance, walking around all sides of the tent to make sure there were no visible windows or holes or even entrances for anyone to disturb the two of you. When he came back to you, he saw you looking at the ground, arms set at your sides shyly.

“You do not owe me anything Y/N, certainly not your body. I can leave now if you wish me to.” It broke his heart to tell you such things but he never wanted to force you to do anything you did not wish to do. When you looked up at him and blinked, he knew your answer. 

And before he could do anything, you were loosening the knot of the towel, letting it fall to the floor to leave you naked to his eyes. Ardeth was having a hard time, in more ways than one, maintaining his nerves. His heart skipped a beat at seeing you bare in front of him and he knew there was no holding back anymore when you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

"يا اللة."

My god.

~VI~

As soon as he whispered those two words, you were on him like the water clinging to your skin, not caring about any consequences to your actions. Ardeth embraced you with as much passion, swallowing your cries when his hands got bolder with every pass over your skin. He was a much more aggressive lover than you thought and perhaps it was due to the sexual tension between the two of you in the past few weeks. 

He pulled away and you noticed that he held a direct gaze, not a playful expression in sight. You whined at the loss of his lips and if he were any other man, Ardeth would have smiled and felt a sense of pride for having this much of an effect on you. But he wasn’t another man. He was a starved man and you were exactly what he yearned for in decades. Ardeth couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this strongly to another woman. The last time he was in a relationship, be it physical or emotional, was so long ago that he couldn’t remember who it was. He was a young boy who thought being with a woman would make him a man but he knew soon after it was not this simple.

His lips sucked at the juncture of your neck and noticed you biting your lips to prevent any sound from escaping past them. His fingers squeezed your waist and brought you closer to him harshly, a part of him knowing he should slow down and cherish every inch of you in a perhaps gentler manner. But you were finally in his arms, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold back, not when you were so responsive to his mean and quick touches. He bit down a little harshly on your clavicle and a part of him wished it was to hear your noises and not to mark you as his, but he would dwell on that later. When you finally moaned against him, he eased the hold he had on your hips and pulled away to take you in. “Do not silence yourself Y/N, your sounds belong to me,” he gasped when you visibly shuddered against him, his hands shaking when he felt your nails dig into his arms. “Sweet music to my ears…”

You didn’t know what came over you but no sooner than his hoarse request were your moans loud enough to be heard from the river. He continued his assault on your flushed skin, nipping and licking every inch of you until you surrendered yourself to his hands. You tugged at his shoulder, fisting your fingers in his robes before reaching for his turban. Loosening the scarves away from his head, you watched as his hair fell down past his cheeks and framed his handsome features. Ardeth looked up and saw the way your eyes gazed at him and he felt relief wash over him because he was not the only one who felt this unbearable need.

You leaned forward and Ardeth thought you were going to kiss him but then you pulled his hair and exposed his neck for you, sucking on his adam’s apple and feeling his shaking hands wrap around your entire body. “My heart aches for you Y/N-” Ardeth couldn’t help the growl that flew past his vocal cords, his hands shaking violently when you continued to bite his throat time and again. He wasn’t sure if he was this sensitive because it has been decades since he was touched in such a manner or if it was because you were the one claiming his body. “It yearns for you when the sun rises each morning and- ahhh by the gods woman...and craves you when it sets past the Nile.”

If it were any other woman, Ardeth was sure she would be turned off by his words. They weren’t seductive in any way, but he knew you. He knew your preferences, your likes and dislikes, perhaps already understood what you desired after even though he has not been an hour in your bed. Somehow, however, he sensed your appreciation for the sensual and romantic words he uttered and he continued to test both his resolve and yours with every affection he emoted. And he was right to think so because within minutes, he had your body willing and ready for him. You should have expected him to have such a sinful tongue and you rubbed your thighs when Ardeth moaned shamelessly at your equally-aggressive hands. He was more vocal than any of your previous lovers and you found that you enjoyed it immensely.  

“Ardeth, please just...take these off. I need to feel your skin. I want to touch you, kiss you, look at every inch of you.” Ardeth smiled at your lack of patience, not warning you as he leaned down and carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently before standing over you, shaking his head when he saw the way you grabbed at your breasts to seduce him.

“You are a vixen, the most beautiful my eyes have seen.” Ardeth licked his lips as he looked you over, undoing his robes slowly to fill his mind’s eye with you. You arched your back and moaned when you saw his bare skin through the robes, not caring that you were being forward when you grabbed his robes and pulled him towards you. Ardeth stepped confusingly towards you, hissing when he felt your hands palm him through the black material.

“Y/N, I- I thought your hand would calm this heat I feel for you, but- oh gods, ahhh you- you have done little to quench this fire.” His words went straight to your core and you began to pull at the clothes until they pooled at his feet. Before he could step out of them, you were leaning forward and kissing his hard member, hands kneading and teasing the base until he was panting mess above you.

“Ahhh gods, my love you’re- you are truly talented.” Ardeth tries his hardest to focus on your blissed-out expression but he fails as soon as he feels the palm of your hand close around the tip of his erection. He manages to open his eyes and look down just in time to see you lick the protruding vein ending right below the head and he almost loses himself right then and there. As much as it pains him, he fists his hand in your hair and pulls you off of him before pushing you down on your bed and standing once more. He holds a dangerous and warning gaze and you understand why he silently asks you to not touch him again. You shamelessly look at him as he moves around, watching the way his muscles flex whenever he pulls an article of clothing off aggressively. 

You almost giggle at how quick he is but you hold back, afraid of making him think you are laughing at him. His mind freezes when he stands up and turns to you, unable to look away from where your fingers are. Ardeth raises a curious eyebrow, slowly kneeling down on the bed before approaching you like a lion waiting to devour his prey at the proper time. He is almost angry at the way your eyes challenge him but he chooses to think past the brave aura, gently parting your thighs wider so he could take a better look at the motion of your fingers. He growls, silently chuckling when he sees your legs shake at the sound. You stop your actions altogether and suddenly realize just how dry your mouth is.

“Do not stop on my account Y/N,” Ardeth’s voice is deeper than normal and you whine at his self-control. You had thought he would take you as soon as his guards left but he proved to be a more patient man than you thought. “Ardeth please, please-” You stop breathing when he leans down between your parted thighs, licking your navel and blowing air on the wet skin until you reach for him. Slowly descending down your body, Ardeth holds your gaze and squeezes your buttocks before whispering against your heat, “unless you want me to stop, you will be patient. Remove your hands.” You obey him instantly, letting go of his shoulders before pulling on the bed sheets violently to have some semblance of control.

He hums in approval and returns to the task at hand. A part of him wished he would be gentleman-like with you, but his mind was losing the last bit of control and he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. Shutting his eyes, he leaned down and licked your core once, twice to open you up for him. As soon as you threw your head back in pleasure, he did what his mind dreamed of doing to you for months, years even. Not caring for how filthy it must have looked, let alone sounded, Ardeth poked your wet lips with his nose and took a long whiff of your scent, groaning when the sweet smell swept straight to his groin. Your eyes shot open and glanced down at him immediately, gasping at the obscenity of his actions. Ardeth was afraid he scared you but when he turned his attention back to your heat, he saw proof of your arousal leaking down your thighs.

He smiled and glanced back at you, maintaining eye contact as he licked you dry. You were embarrassed but for a moment, moaning his name over and over again as he pleasured you until you could no longer feel anything but him. 

“Ardeth, ahhh pl-please Ardeth I-” he didn’t let you finish, sucking on your wet core vigorously before pushing down on your lower abdomen to keep you still for him. As soon as you felt his fingers part your sensitive core, your hands fisted in his long locks and pulled on it. You had expected him to cease his actions or ask you to be patient again but the opposite occurred. Ardeth coated his fingers with your pleasure before pushing them against you, exploring your body with his quick digits while he continued to nip and lick at the protruding bundle of nerves. He was slowly driving you mad with his ministrations and you managed to keep whatever control remained because the last thing you needed was for the whole village to know what is transpiring in your tent. 

But then he curled his fingers inside you and increased pressure once, twice, three times until he felt your back arch off the bed. You couldn’t hold back anymore, clenching around his fingers as he brought you to the utmost pleasure and when you begged him to stop, he refused, wanting to coax another petite mort out of you before he pulled away. Ardeth raised himself just in time to see you let go once more, his eyes taking in your features before slowly descending down your body. Your skin was glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath you took and Ardeth almost lost his mind when he saw how perky and flushed your breasts were. When he saw how spent you looked, he pushed his fingers inside you one last time before taking them out and rubbing your thighs to soothe you. You fell back onto the bed, hair disheveled and lips parted from how hard you were breathing. As soon as you managed to look at him, Ardeth took this chance and licked his fingers dry before slowly ascending your body.

He left a trail of kisses on your skin, occasionally nipping an area he found desirable and you smiled when he came face to face with your breasts. You couldn’t hold back the scandalous moan that emanated when he leaned down and took a pert nipple between his teeth, fondling the other until you felt pleasure from the pain of his touches. 

“I- I’m sensitive there Ardeth,” your attempt at warning him did little to nothing, only edging him further in his actions until you were a mess beneath him again. “All the more reason to devour you Y/N. You torment me with your moans. Your whispers of my name...in the name of the ogdoad, forgive me. Do not reproach me for losing myself in your beauty. If you choose to deny me this, then send me away this instance for I cannot...will not hold back any longer.” You were overcome with warmth at the intensity of his words, knowing it must be hard for him to say such words given the nature of his quiet personality, let alone the position he was in. “You fill me with desire from head to foot Y/N. My love shall never be veiled again.” He continued his assault on your breasts and you continued praying his name when you felt his shaft leaking on your belly. You weren’t sure what you wanted anymore, but you were absolutely certain of one thing: Ardeth was the last man you would allow in your bed because you knew in your heart that no one else was capable of loving you as much as he does, not just physically, but emotionally. 

“I have wanted you for so long, and I- ahhh god your tongue drips of sin, and I pleasured myself at night, imagining how you would touch me, h-how your skin would feel against mine, how rough you would be when you lose control, and-” you took a deep breath, holding back what you wanted to say for fear of making him think you were ill-mannered. But he has not once held back from you this night. As a matter of fact, Ardeth has done the opposite, voicing his desires proudly before stealing orgasm after another from you. You found courage through his actions and whispered to him what you have wanted for so long. “And I dreamed of feeling you so deep inside me, giving you pleasure with avidity until you stilled my torments.” You wrapped your legs around him, not giving him a chance to contemplate on your actions before gyrating your hips into his verge until you felt him rub against your damp core. 

Ardeth shuddered in your arms, his surprise turning into firm touches as he wrapped one arm around your back while the other hand smoothed down your hips. He leaned down and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his hand pushing your lower back into him to control the motion of your hips. He could feel himself nestled between your thighs, moaning and sucking on your tongue when he sensed how dripping wet you were for him.

“You drive me mad woman,” Ardeth smiled against your mouth before reaching up and pulling on your hair to get more access to your neck. He bit down wherever he could as he felt your desire drench his thighs. You would tell him later that you preferred nothing more than feeling his chest slide against yours, not because of how toned and muscular it was but because of how rough it was to the touch. The friction his chest hair caused was painful yet it ignited a fire within you instantaneously. 

“Please, please just-”

“What do you need Y/N, I will give you anything.” Ardeth was breathing just as harshly as you, if not more. He gazed into your eyes, watching the brewing storm erupt as he rolled his hips against you. You dug your nails into his back, the other holding onto his hair when you couldn’t take it any longer.

“I need you, Ardeth, I need you now. Please, I- I burn for you… need to embrace you,” and for good measure, you stretched your hand between your bodies, grabbing his painfully hard member and rubbing it between your parted lips. “Let me embrace you, let me quench this radiating fire.” You pronounced each word with a rough pass over your core and Ardeth prayed your name until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed your wrist aggressively, slamming it above your head and pushing you down until he felt your submission and before you could whine again, he was spitting in his hand, proud of the response he received from you at the sudden and audacious action. He stroked himself a few times before lining himself up against you, slowly pushing past your slit into your heat until he felt completely engulfed by your silky walls. You ceased to breathe as you felt the intrusion reach deeper, refusing to tell him to stop because even though he was filling you to the hilt, you still craved him. 

Ardeth could barely hold himself above you, his arms threatening to give out beneath him from the immense pleasure. He wasn’t sure if you were purposely clenching violently around him or not, but all he knew was that he has never felt such satisfaction in his life. And he silently cursed you for feeling so tight and inviting because he knew very well no other woman would compare to you. Neither in your intellect and wittiness, nor your beauty and perfection. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought because he never thought he would have the neural capacity to applaud your brilliance when he was this deep inside you. 

You didn’t know why he was laughing and you hoped it wasn’t because you didn’t live up to his expectations. You loosened your hold on him and he noticed, gazing down at you and seeing the inquisitive expression you held. Brushing your hair aside, he refused to look anywhere but your doe-like orbs as he soothed the slight hint of panic away from your skin.

“You have, without a doubt, utterly ruined all women for me Y/N,” Ardeth claimed shamelessly before pulling himself out, and refusing to move until he made sure you were content. When he saw you release your breath and throw your head back, he thrust back in a little vigorously than intended. Before he could apologize for his lack of patience, he heard you faintly whispering for him.

“Ardeth, d-don’t hold back. Take your pleasure, please. I- I want you to ruin me...ahh god, want you to brand my soul.” You pulled him down to you, kissing the corner of his mouth and licking his jaw, enticing him until he lost all self-control and took from you what you dreamed of giving him ever since you laid eyes on him in the desert long ago. At your request, Ardeth lost himself, moving in and out between your thighs without remorse. He hummed against the juncture of your neck, the grip he held on your hair getting tighter with every passing minute. You turned your head to the side, sighing and moaning his name as he roughly drove himself into you. 

You bit his wrist, causing him to lose his balance for a moment before growling and thrusting into you. “If- ahhh gods, if one time will not suffice to quench your fire, I shall do it again to satisfy you. You have bewitched me body and soul Y/N, m nb pt I surrender myself to you.” You felt a sudden flare of lightning strike across your abdomen as soon as he spoke in his native tongue, unintentionally clenching harder around him and causing him to scream into the night air. Even though he spoke little in his language, you couldn’t help but imagine him continue to do so as he brought you to the utmost pleasure. Ardeth noticed your responsiveness to his words and he felt pride deep in his lungs at the thought of knowing he was the cause of such a reaction. 

His pace began to falter, knowing very well he could not last any longer because of how perfect and velvety you felt around him. He set a punishing pace nonetheless, wanting to feel you fall over the edge with him. Taking hold of your chin, he turned you to face him before claiming your mouth again, not caring that he might draw some blood from his aggressive actions. The only sounds heard in the tent were your moans, and his skin slapping against your own. It drove him mad hearing your arousal seep down your thighs with every pass of his verge past your slit. 

“sttyt nṯr ꜥꜣ, come with me, please Y/N, come for me. Now!” For god knows what time that night, Ardeth bit down on your skin, somehow managing to thrust into you harder than before until you couldn’t control your own body. He felt your orgasm before you had the chance to tell him, shuddering against you as he released himself deep inside you. You arched your back against him as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, the intensity of your gratification terrifying your heart. You never realized you were capable of feeling such things and yet here you were, in the arms of the man you never thought you could get close to until a few hours ago.

As you opened your eyes, you saw dilated pupils staring right back at you. It seemed comical that you felt naked under his potent gaze and actually attempted to cover yourself. His grip on you hardened, silently telling you to never attempt such a thing again.

“What have you done to me woman? Not even I had any control over myself.” He whispered before smiling and leaning down to kiss you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, feeling the muscles of his back shift under your touch as he moved to pull himself out of you. Ardeth fell to the side, reaching for the covers before bringing you to him. You laid beneath his neck, pushing your thighs around his legs and chuckling when he warned you with a huff. Ardeth tried his hardest to think of anything but your hard nipples teasing his chest and he realized he could never be able to not think of you as long as you were in his embrace.

~VII~

“This is not the time, and perhaps I should have inquired before...this...but I wanted to apologize if I caused you to do or say anything against your ways.” There was no other manner you could state what you wanted to tell him and you hoped he wouldn’t be offended by your boldness. You sighed when you heard him chuckle for a second, turning your gaze to him to study his facial expression.

“The chieftain of the Medjay is seldom a follower of any religion besides the old one. As far as I know, he can only belong to the old traditions and it is not our custom to hold such things as taboo before marriage. If anything, it is I who should apologize for being incapable of stopping this before it escalated.” He played with your hair, and you couldn’t help but shiver at the seriousness of his voice. 

“Why?”

“You often wear a cross around your neck and I could only assume you are Christian.”

“I was raised one but never believed in any of it. There are too many similarities between the Ancient Religion and Christianity, and do not tell my family any of this, but I genuinely believe Christianity stole its stories and beliefs from your religion. If I were to ever follow a tradition, it would be the Ancient Egyptian one. Horus knows I swear by his name all the time.” You never expected to hear Ardeth laugh this loudly but he did so and you couldn’t look away from the beautiful expression he held. The sound was so pure you almost begged him to do it again. Both of you remained quiet for a few minutes, and he occasionally smiled when you continued to draw patterns on his chest. 

After a while, Ardeth broke the silence and surprised you yet again. “I have spent many nights imagining what it would feel like to have you naked and willing in my arms, and now that I am here, I cannot fathom how divine you are.” You blushed under his gaze and Ardeth knew he would do everything in his power to see that blush creep down your breasts once more.

“bı͗ꜣyt.ı͗, my heart belongs to you.” You continued to stare at him, and he sighed in relief when you graced him with a shy smile. Slowly, you sat up and cupped his cheek, tracing the hieroglyphs on his handsome features before touching each one with your lips. You could feel him smiling against your neck and sighed when his grip tightened around your waist. 

“And mine is yours, wbnnı͗.ı͗.” Ardeth couldn’t help himself, grabbing your neck and pushing you down to kiss you before wrapping his arms around you to keep you as close to him as possible. You laid your head back on his chest and shut your eyes, the feeling of tranquility slowly washing over you as you focused on the beat of his heart. Finally, since decades, Ardeth felt content, knowing he would never allow himself to embrace another woman and would fight an entire army before he lets another man touch you. You remained in each other’s arms for the duration of the night, letting the sounds of the Nile lull you into a deep sleep, knowing that everything was, at long last, as it should be. 

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Hi! Can you please write Daryl x Reader, where they were together since high school and when the apocalypse happens Daryl, Merle and Y/n join the camp at the quarry. After Merle was cuffed to the roof, Y/n finds out she's pregnant, she gives birth to Daryl's baby, then they find the prison and when Merle joins them, he meets his brother's kid and is so happy. Please make it fluffy ���❤️ thank you!

Oh my gosh, yes this is so cute!! Hope you like this!!

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“I love ya, I’ll always love ya.” Daryl declares his love as they were trying to get to sleep.

Merle was on watch as they tried to get some sleep In the tent. She smiled as she leaned forwards connecting their lips together. The kiss was soft and passionate, but it slowly got faster as it became rough. Then they heard footsteps outside the tent. Knowing it was probably Merle coming to check on them they pulled away.

“You okay in there little brother?” Merles rough voice called as he stood outside of the tent.

“Yeah, fine. We’re fine.” Daryl called out to his brother as he held his wife in his arms.

“Alright then, night.”

“Night.”

- A few weeks later -

Y/n had her back pack on her back full of supplies. Like ammunition for her gun. Extra clothes, the tent and two sleeping bags. A big first-aid kit, matches, lighters and a compass and map.

Y/n had her gun on one side of her and her hunting knife in the other side. Daryl walked beside her with his crossbow across his bag with extra bolts. Merle walked on the other side of her with his rifle carrying it in a trail carry and his knife in his side.

They were walking through the woods when they heard laughing. They weren’t sure if they heard it or if they imagined it. But they continued walking towards it.

“Hands up!” A man shouted as he pointed a glock at them.

“Who the hell are y’all?” The man looked at the three of them. Y/n and Daryl held their hands up whole Merle looked at the man not pleased.

“I’m Merle Dixon and you best be puttin that Gun outta my face before I kill yo ass.” Merle threaten the man wearing a cap that said police.

“Merle!” Y/n hissed through gritted teeth.

“He didn’t mean that. We’ve been walking for a while and he’s probably just dehydrated.” Y/n tried to make up an excuse to the tall dark haired man.

“Is it just y’all?” The man asked Y/n since neither one of the men were answering her. She nodded as she made eye contact with the man. Hoping that would make him believe she wasn’t lying.

“Y’all can stay with our group. Y’all have a tent?” Merle chucked as he looked at the man.

“If we didn’t have a tent would ya provide one for us?” He asked the younger man.

The man nodded as a voice came shouting for him.

“Come on and I’ll show y’all where you can put your stuff.

“Thank you.” Y/n said respectfully as Daryl took her hand in his. Silently showing Shane she was off limits.

“Y’all left my brother-in-law hand cuff to the fucking roof?!” Y/n yelled as she looked at the group who had just gotten back to the city.

“He was fighting T-dog. He was causing too much trouble then what was needed. It was all we could do at that moment.” Glenn explained, trying to get the girl to understand.

“So you thought because he was fighting it was a good idea to feed him to those monsters?!”

Y/n was beyond angry. She was pissed she was seeing red. She hadn’t even got to tell Daryl. But as soon as he knew they we’re gonna have to fight the both of them.

“Y/n, what’s going on? Where’s merle?” He asked as he put three or four squirrels on the table to be fixed for supper.

“Ask the asshole who left him in the city for dead!” Y/n exclaimed as she stared daggers at the group in front of her.

“You left your brother in the city? Handcuff to the roof while them things were coming for him?!” Daryl screamed as he looked at the group who just came back from Atlanta.

“I’m gonna stump your ass!” Daryl went for Rick, but Y/n held him back.

“Come on, we’ll go get ‘em tomorrow. I know, we both want him back tonight, but it’s getting dark. If we go there at night time we’ll never get back.” Y/n whispered softly. Looking into the love of her life’s blue eyes.

“Come on.” Y/n said as she pulled him away from the group. Looking at both Carl and Sophia feeling bad because they look scared.

“I’m sorry, we scared you.” Y/n said as she walked towards the two kids.

“Daryl why don’t you go cool down. There’s some cold water in the tent. I’ll meet you over there in a little bit.” She softly spoke as she looked at her husband. He nodded as he gave her a soft kiss. Making the two kids say “eww” as loud as they could with smiles on their face.

Daryl laughed as he walked away. His mood was a little bit better.

“Why were you and Dayl upset?” Carl asked as you started braiding Sophias soft curly blond hair.

“Well, Merle was left in the city and they forgot about him. So me and Daryl are worried about him. But don’t you two everything Me, Daryl or Merle would ever lay a hand on you. We’lol protect y’all no matter what. I promise.” Y/n said as she looked at the two with a serious look.

“Group hug?” Y/n asked looking at the two with a smile.

The two smile and hugged her tightly before running off giggling. She stood up from her spot on the log when Rick walked up to her.

“I’m sorry we left Merle on the building. He was causing so much trouble and was gonna get us all killed if we didn’t.” Rick tried to get her to understand. Y/n nodded once he finished.

“I understand, but the thing is. That man, Merle. He is my family. He and Daryl are my only family. I take care of my own. The only others I’ll do anything for are those two kids. I won’t let anything happen to them. So like I said, I understand what you did was what you thought was right, but you should’ve though twice when y’all left him on the roof alone.” With that Y/n gave him a curt nod and walked away. Going towards her and Dayrls tent away from the others.

She got into the tent. Seeing Daryl lying in his back. His shirt was off and he had the blankets thrown off him. He had them laid out on the floor to make it softer for him to lay on.

“I seen you wit them kids.” He mumbled as she laid beside him. He wrapped her into his arms and held her head against his chest.

“You would be such a good mama.” He mumbled softly. As if he wasn’t even trying to get her to hear it.

“What?” She asked looking up at him flabbergasted.

“You heard me. I think one day, you’ll be a great mom. You’d take care of our kids. You’d carry ‘me around for nine months and then when you’d have ‘em you’ll probably want to Kill me. But one day, you’ll be a great mom.” He softly rambled as he pulled on top of him to lie down.

She smirked as she felt something against her inner thigh.

“Well, why don’t we practice.”

Days before that Y/n had felt a little off. She had thought it was just a little bug or something, but she wasn’t sure. She then realized she hadn’t started her period and she seemed to have gained a little bit of weight.

She seemed to start have over thinking everything. Maybe she was just stressed. Maybe her hormones were messed up and that was causing her periods to stop.

“Hey, you okay?” Carol asked as she sat beside Y/n.

Y/n was washing her, Daryl and merles clothes. She must’ve been in her thinking in her own world. She didn’t see it hear carol come down beside her until she spoke.

“How did you find out you were pregnant with Sophia? Did you just know or what?” Y/n asked randomly.

“Your pregnant?” Carol asked with a smile.

“I think so, but I’m not 100% sure.” Y/n whispered as if everyone was surrounding them.

“Well, I just knew. I had gotten morning sickness a little earlier then you normal would as a pregnant woman. Then I seen I had gained weight, plus I was an emotion wreck. More than ever.” Carol explained giving Y/n a soft smile.

“But if you are. There isn’t nothing to worry about. You have a man who loves you very much and I’m pretty sure everyone in this group will take care of you and help you and the baby.” Y/n nodded as she walked ringed out Dayrls tank top.

A few days later y/n asked Glenn while he and the group were going out on the run to Atlanta if he could get a test. And the prenatal pills if he could get them. She asked not to risk anything to get them. She asked him only to get it if he was already in the store.

He came back that evening with the test and medicine. She thanked him promising him, she owe him one.

She did the test and waited. The two minutes felt like an eternity as she waited for the test to come back. She looked down at her watch seeing it had been two minutes.

Looking down at the test she seen pregnant!

She couldn’t believe it. She had tears in her y/e/c eyes as she smiled down at the test. She and the love of her life were going to have a family.

She knew she had to tell Dayrl as soon as possible, but he was out in a hunt. So she figured she would make him a gift to give him for when she told him.

She decided she would make him a handful of bolts for his crossbow. Since he could never have too many of them.

After she made about 10 of them it was later on in the afternoon. She had put the bolts in a bag and put the positive test in it on the top.

Leaving the bag in the tent with the test in top she left the tent. Stretching she went out and went over to talk to the group.

An hour or so later she seen Dayrl coming back with the test in his hand. He looked at little nervous, but she could tell he was happy.

“Your pregnant?” He asked with a hopeful smile in his face.

She nodded as she looked into his ocean blue eyes.

“Yeah, were gonna have a baby!” She smiled brightly.

“That’s why you’ve been sick.” He said as if a hundred year curse had just been solved.

“And that explains why you look like your glowing.” He said with a smile. He pulled her into a soft, yet tight hug so happy they were going to have a family together.

-Nine months later-

“You were right, I wanna kill you!” Y/n exclaimed as her contractions were closer and closer. They were in the farm as went into labor. She was about to have the baby. She wasn’t sure whether or not it was a girl or a boy. But both her and Dayrl were okay with either.

“You got this is see the head.” Herschel said as he saw the baby crowning.

“Maggie hand me the clean towel.”

“Alright, one more big push!” Herschel said.

Y/n groaned and cried as he pushed. Holding and squeezing both Dayrl and Ricks hands.

“Oh, my god I’m gonna fucking kill you Dayrl fucking Dixon.” Dayrl chuckled softly as he rubbed the hair out of her sweaty face.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you got this keep going.” He said encouraging her as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

A few minutes late a little baby could be heard squalling.

“It’s a boy!” Dayrl said looking over at the baby Hershel was cleaning off with a towel and warm rags.

“Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” Herschel asked as he held the baby up some.

Dayrl nodded as he walked over to cut them. He cut them umbilical cord and let Maggie, and Herschel take care of the baby. A few minutes later the after birth came.

Y/n was lying in the bed. She was so tired and her body was hurting. She watched as Dayrl watched them clean the baby and then asked Dayrl if he wanted to hold the baby.

“Let her hold him first. She was the one doing the hard work.”

Beth nodded as she laid the baby on Y/ns chest. Everyone left the room giving Y/n and Dayrl privacy with their newborn.

“Welcome to the world little Dixon.” She softly whispered as tears went down her face.

She looked at Dayrl and smiled.

“We have a family.” She smiled his reflecting hers.

“I love you so much. I love both of you so much.” She softly whispered as the baby slept.

They named the baby Mason Dixon. Mason looked just like Dayrl. He had Y/ns nose and hair, but the rest was Dayrl.

Mason was about Four or five months by time they found the prison. Luckily she was able to breast feed the baby, but they always made sure to find formula, just in case they would need it.

When they found Merle they were shocked. Y/n was damn near crying when she hugged her brother-in-law. She thought he had died. He was so shocked to see Y/n holding a baby.

“This little guy y’all’s?” Merle asked as he saw the sleeping baby in y/ns arms. Y/n nodded as she kept her arms wrapped around Mason.

“Yep, this is mason. Out baby boy.” Y/n explained as the baby wiggles to get comfortable.

“I’m glad to see y’all carrying one the Dixon Name. I’m a little upset you didn’t name him after me, but you can always have more.”’he teased the two with a playful smirk. “Yeah, we can always have more.” Dayrl said looking at Y/n with a smirk that looked just like Merles.

“Maybe in the future.”

(7-07-20)

#dayrl dixon #dayrl dixon x reader #the walking dead #merle dixon #merle dixon x reader #rick grimes #carl grimes #Carol #twd carol #carl grimes x reader #reader insert #request open #request asked and answered

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Renault's birthday surprise

Requested by anon. Sorry it took me so long. I hope you like it!

No warnings just fluff

The sun slowly rose into the sky painting lovely shades of blue and yellow across the landscape letting the residents of Casablanca know that it was time to wake up. To anybody else this was just a typical day, but not to you. Today happened to be Captain Renault's birthday and you had a surprise for him.

It was about 9 O'Clock when you finally awoke thanks in part to your cat meowing at you to feed him. With a yawn, you forced yourself out of bed and tottered into the kitchen, your eyes barely open. After feeding your cat, you sat at the table resting your head in your hands staring at nothing trying to wake up as you waited for your coffee to brew. Once you felt awake enough you went back into the bedroom to get ready for the day.

As you slipped on your clothes and fixed your hair you found yourself daydreaming about what would happen later. Would Louis be surprised? You wondered. He should be after all the trouble you went through arranging everything.

Before leaving you pulled out a brand new dress out of the closet and held it out admiring it for a moment loving how the red sequins glimmered in the sunlight. This was probably the most expensive and gorgeous dress you ever owned, but he was well worth it. Then draping it carefully over your arm, you headed towards the door, giving your cat a quick pat on the head, and left.

As you made your way towards Rick's where you would help set things up, you bumped into Renault. Quickly you hid the dress behind your back not wanting him to see it. "Good morning, my darling!" He exclaimed, leaning in for a kiss and placing one on your lips.

"Good morning!" You replied trying not sound suspicious.

"My, don't you look beautiful today." He complimented you as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Aww, thank you." You blushed, looking down at your feet. Even though you had been dating for nearly a year now, he could still make you blush, which didn't take much. Even just his voice made your heart flutter.

"Any plans for today?" He asked curiously, reaching out to hold your hand.

"Just running some errands." You lied, holding onto your dress with one hand and Louis's hand in the other, trying to appear innocent. "Nothing particularly interesting."

He raised his eyebrow, watching you carefully. He wasn't the prefect of police for nothing. He could spot a lie a mile away, but he chose not to say anything.

"We'll, I'll let you get to it then. I'll see you tonight." Renault said, kissing your hand. "Rick's as usual?"

You smiled and gave him a nod. "Of course!"

As you watched him disappear down the street you let out a sigh of relief. At least he didn't suspect anything...yet.

When you finally arrived at Rick's you found him quietly taking inventory at the bar. "Hi, Rick!" You chimed walking over to him. "Hello!"

"Getting ready for tonight?" You asked, leaning over the counter.

"Yep, it's all set. We got enough booze and cake, all's we need to do is put up the decorations." He told you.

"Thanks again! I couldn't have done this without you."

Waving it off he answered nonchalantly, "Think nothing of it. I think a party is just what this joint needs right now." Rick admitted. You nodded, understanding what he meant. The war had taken a toll on everything including Rick's.

"Is that the dress you're wearing tonight?" He asked, noticing the dress you were holding.

"Yep! You think he'll like it?" You asked, lifting it up to show him.

"If he doesn't he ought to get his head examined." He joked. "Lucky bastard."

"Now, now." You said, shushing him. "Where's the decorations?" You asked, placing the dress down on a nearby chair.

"Over there." Rick answered, pointing to one of the tables across the room. "Thanks."

As you put up the decorations you couldn't help but be a little worried. What if he hated surprise parties and broke up with you? You thought. No...that was silly. He wouldn't break up with you over that. Would he? Suddenly, you started to feel sick to your stomach as it came closer to having the party. Rick noticed this and came over to you.

"You okay?" He asked, helping you put up some streamers.

You sighed. "What if he hates the party? What...what if he breaks up me?" You confessed.

He scoffed. "Nah, it'll be fine. Trust me. He'll like it." He assured you.

"I just don't want to lose him that's all. I mean, you know how he was. Never the type to stay tied down..." You pointed out trailing off.

"You really do love him don't you?" He asked, slightly taken aback by how serious you sounded. You nodded your head, yes, in reply.

He paused for a moment before turning to you and saying, "I was in love. Once. If you can believe it." He chuckled. You could believe it. You thought, stopping to listen. "So I think I know a thing or two about what it looks like. And kid, every night you come in here I see the way he looks at you. He does love you, there's no question about it."

You gave him a warm smile and took a deep breath, feeling better. "Thanks, Rick."

"Anytime."

"You know, I agree with Louis. You are a sentimentalist." You kidded.

He leaned towards you and whispered, "Just don't tell anyone." Giving you a wink, he quietly disappeared into his office letting you finish putting together the final touches.

A little while later, you were finally finished. As you got yourself ready, putting on the dress and fixing your hair, and make up you could hear voices emanating from the cafe as guests started showing up. When you finally emerged from the bathroom, you saw that the cafe was full to the brim with people. You stood there, surprised for a moment. Rick must have sent out invites to everyone in Casablanca, you thought. You actually kind of felt overwhelmed.

While you waited for Rick to return with Louis, you got everybody ready. Sasha and Carl stood near the light switches ready to turn them off at a moments notice while you sat by the window keeping a look out. The suspense waiting for them was killing you. Why were they taking so long? You wondered, pacing back and forth.

Suddenly, between the lamplights you saw two figures heading towards the cafe. As they got closer you realized that it was Rick and Renault.

"They're here!" You shouted. Immediately the lights flickered off, engulfing you all in darkness. Quietly you waited, holding your breath and then you heard the click of the key turning. Slowly the door opened and in they stepped.

"Rick, really? What's all this-" Louis began, but was interupted when the lights flipped back on and everybody shouted surprise all at once.

"Oh my god!" Your heard him exclaim.

"Happy birthday!" They all chimed, throwing confetti at him.

"Rick did you do this?" Louis asked, turning to Rick, brushing the confetti off his jacket.

"Only a little. This was all Y/N's idea." He answered pointing to you as you walked over.

"You did this?" He asked, turning to you. You gulped. He hated it. He must. You thought, biting your lip.

"Yes, I wanted to surprise you." You replied.

"And you certainly did! Thank you!!" He exclaimed with a smile, pulling you in for a kiss. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders after planning this for weeks.

"And I must say you look ravishing tonight, my dear." He complimented you in a husky voice, raising his brow as he placed a hand around your waist, tugging you closer.

"See, told ya he'd like it." Rick said.

You went to say something, when suddenly you were interupted by Yvonne, who grabbed him by the arm yelling, "Cut the cake!"

In the center of the room, there was a large chocolate cake with happy birthday written in blue letters on top with some candles sticking out of it.

"This looks delicious!" Louis said, looking down at the cake.

"Make a wish!" One of the guests shouted as Sam began to play his jazzy rendition of happy birthday on the piano.

"Now let me see..." He pondered, looking in your direction, shooting you a smile before blowing out the candles in one go.

After eating some cake and dancing, you found yourself desperately in need of some air. While you were grateful that the party was going well and that Louis was enjoying himself, you were starting to get a little tired.

Sneaking out a side door, you sat alone on the patio quietly enjoying your drink when suddenly, there was a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around you came face to face with Renault. "Oh hello! What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside enjoying your party?" You asked, taking a sip of your martini.

"I was, but I wanted to spend some alone time with you. I can't believe you did all this for me." He answered.

"You deserve it and I lo..." You stuttered. You almost said you loved him. Why did it feel so sacred to say such a thing? You couldn't believe how three little words held so much power. But it was true, you did love him. So why not tell him so? Was it because you were afraid?

Suddenly, you felt his hand gently caress your cheek, drawing you back to reality. "What's the matter?" He asked, noticing how distant you had become.

"Louis, I think I love you." You finally admitted, taking a deep breath. He smiled warmly down at you. His eyes were soft, twinkling in the moonlight.

"I have a confession to make. I think I love you too." He told you. Your heart felt like it would explode out of your chest at hearing him utter those words.

Unable to contain yourself, you crashed your lips against his in a passionate kiss. When you finally pulled away, your face was hot and you were utterly breathless. He looked down at you, surprised. "If you kiss like that every time I say I love you, I'll have to say it more often." He joked, blushing himself. Which didn't happen too often.

From over his shoulder you saw Rick standing in the door. He winked at you and raised his glass looking slightly smug. He was right, as usual. You felt almost silly now.

"Provided you don't get tired of it." Louis added.

Placing your glass down on the table, you wrapped your arms around his neck and said, "Get tired of you saying I love you? Never." For the first time since arriving in Casablanca, things felt right.

"Even though you look stunning in that dress, I have to admit I can't wait to take it off." Renault whispered in your ear making you giggle. Same old Louis. You thought. Somethings never changed.

"By the way, what did you wish for?"

"Well I guess there's no harm in telling you now that my wish came true. I wished for some time alone with you tonight." He answered.

"Is that all?" You asked, tilting your head to the side curiously.

"And for this." He leaned down and kissed you again. Snaking his arms around your waist he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. This was certainly a birthday to remember. Louis thought, running his fingers through your hair.

"Get a room, you guys!" You heard Rick shout jokingly. Louis looked down at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes that you loved so much.

"What do you say?" He asked, out of breath.

"Let's get outta here. My birthday present for you isn't done yet." You answered with a wink, tugging him away, leaving the party behind. Definitely a birthday to remember. You agreed.

#really sorry i didnt post this sooner #captain renault x reader #captain renault #casablanca #x reader #reader insert

[tf2-parqcxsm]

Soldier x Reader: Fallen Soldier

a tribute to Rick May, Soldier's voice actor. a pinch of angst, so prepare the tissues!

You ran as fast as you could. Your legs were exhausted since you were battling all day, but you ignored the stinging feeling. Your heart pounded harshly against your chest as you skipped through hallways and turned sharply into corners. Why did the base have to be so big?! It was like a never-ending maze.

After what felt like forever, you found yourself coming to a halt in front of a pair of doors. Each door had Medic's logo, and two windows just slightly above. For some reason, the windows weren't even transparent, they had this dulled color which covered what was happening inside. You gritted your teeth at the thought of having no idea of what could be possibly happening. You took deep breaths before entering the room, your eyes meeting the most horrible sight you've ever seen in your entire life.

Soldier, your one and only love, was laid out on a mattress while the German doctor stood beside him, holding his arm so cautiously. His helmet was removed, utterly exposing his face that had splatters of blood everywhere. You almost choked, you couldn't bear to see your lover in a state like this. Medic didn't seem to notice your presence as he continued to put all sorts of things onto Soldier's arm, "Oh mein gott, vhat did zhey even do to you?!" He panicked, spatting out some curses in German. His hands were visibly shaking from the nervousness, you've never seen the doctor like this either and it nearly made you tear up.

"Do- Doc." You called out. "Wh- What happened?" Your voice came out as a desperate squeak, and Medic finally brought his head towards you. His hair was all messed up and his glasses were crooked, "Oh, fräulein! Vhat- vhat are you doing here?" He asked with a nervous smile on his face. Even in a situation like this, he could pull up a smile. You felt like it was supposed to reassure you that everything was going fine, but you just couldn't feel it. You frowned, opposite of what he has on his face, "I heard what happened. Everyone was freaking out about it."

Medic laughed awkwardly at your response. "Ah, vell, I knew you'd find out at some point." He said, with a much sadder tone in his voice. "His respawn chip was damaged. It's hard to fix it since it's…vell, in his brain." He stared at Soldier, who had his eyes closed as if he was sleeping peacefully, and then brought his eyes to you. "It's risky to take it out. He'll probably die during the procedure." The way he looked at you and spoke to you — it was like he was trying to apologize to you. You realized what he meant and balled up your fists.

"Can't you do anything about it?!" Rather than being surprised at your sudden outburst, the German doctor merely sighed and shook his head. Your eyes widened, feeling your heart break into pieces. "No, no! That- that can't be! Maybe Engie can make some kind of machine where—"

“No, fräulein. I'm afraid zhat will take days to make."

He interrupted before you even got to finish your statement. Your arms dropped at your sides in defeat, you couldn't fight with the doctor since you had no knowledge about medicine or whatsoever. You scrunched up your face and cried off at the spot, warm tears falling down from your cheeks and loud sobs escaping from your lips. You glared at the tiled floor as your tears dropped in various ways. It was like thousands of spears struck you through the chest, leaving a huge bomb of sadness in your heart instead of killing you. It was the worst feeling, worse than the pain you had when you first started rocket jumping with Soldier.

Medic was troubled by what to do, he was never good at interacting with people and seeing you sob in front of him made him tense up. Nevertheless, he gathered the courage to approach you and pat you on the shoulder at least. You looked up, though your vision was slightly blurry, you could see the apologetic look on his face. The emotion behind it made you tear up even more, and Medic, surprised, grabbed both of your shoulders and tightened his grip. "(Y/n), you'll be fine. You can live even vizhout Soldier." His words rang through your ears, you came to your senses as you sniffled.

Wiping away the tears, you nodded, "Right, right…" Medic let out a sigh of relief once you stopped crying, but it didn't last long when you heard a loud grunt coming from the side. You and Medic whipped your heads towards the noise, and to see Soldier waking up, a quick rush of happiness went through your veins and you immediately ran to him. "I'll give you some privacy." Said the German doctor as he walked to the door, you thanked him before he left the scene.

You watched quietly as Soldier finally opened his eyes, the very first thing he set his attention to, was your face. "Why are you crying, cupcake? Did those maggots hurt you again?!" You were taken aback at his question, but you laughed it off. "What? No, I'm fine! You're…" The smile on your face disappeared as you trailed off. "You're the one who's hurt here."

Soldier didn't seem to understand your question, as he raised a brow at you. "Me? I would never get hurt! Just watch!" He remarked, attempting to sit up, but once he did, he ate his words back. Pain shot through his head and he laid back down with a loud groan. You lightly scolded him, which he cheekily laughed at. But you couldn’t be angry at him, it was such a delight to you that he was still able to lighten up the mood even in a drastic condition. “Seriously, though! Whatever you're crying for is not worth it, pumpkin!" Your heart sank at his words — HE was the one you were crying for — and tears started streaming down your face again.

You took his hand in yours, placing it near to your face, as if you were trying to give it a healing kiss. But you knew that wouldn't work, you simply closed your eyes as you wept. You felt his grip tighten around yours.

"Hey, what's that white light over there?"

No.

That couldn't be it.

"Soldier…" You whispered, your breath hitched as soon as you mentioned his name out. You knew what he was talking about, but you didn't want to believe it. It was too soon, too early. Soldier brought his other hand to your cheek, you opened your eyes to the soft touch and slightly moved away the hand you were already holding. Unlike earlier, he had a much gentler expression. His smile was fairly weak, and his eyes were giving you the most beautiful sparkles. He ran his thumb through your cheek, basically wiping your tears away.

"Stop crying now, will you? I'm still here."

The smile on his face grew larger, emitting the bravest and courageous flash you've ever seen.

"I'll always be here."

You sobbed so hard as you listened, it felt like your chest was going to pop out with so much emotion and overfill the room with it. You dropped to your knees, still keeping your grip around his hand, but then you felt it loosen up. And that was it.

He's gone.

"I love you, Soldier. I always will."

#this is sad #i legit cried #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 soldier #rick may #soldier x reader #angst #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 fanfic