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Can I please request Rick x Reader where Rick falls in love with her because of her unlimited love to his kids, she always spends time with them, brings them kids stuff from runs and all that Thank you!
I will write this and have this up as soon as possible :)
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Hurting.
Summary: Reader gets hurt on a run and doesn't tell Carol until she collapses.
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You’ve gone on many runs with Michonne and the others. You’re perfectly capable, though that didn’t stop Carol from trying to convince you to stay at home. She never liked you going out into walker territory, liked it even less now, with Alpha’s people about. You’ve always told her not to worry, you’ve always made it home without a scratch, except, for this time.
It was supposed to be a simple, basic supply run. You and Daryl had broken into a small church nearby that had a substantial amount of food still left in the needy pantry. You were climbing the shelves to reach some of the bags of sugar up high when it happened. The shelf you were standing on gave way, and you came tumbling down to the ground, and you were buried under the contents the shelves held.
“(Y/N!)” Daryl was beside you in seconds, quickly unburying you from the pile of canned goods, pasta, and flour. “Shit. You’re hurt.” He helped you to sit up, Rosita quickly putting a bottle of water to your lips.
“I..Im fine.” You get to your feet, a searing pain in your left knee, and a pounding in your head. You try to breathe deeply, assessing the possibility of a break in any of your bones.
“Let me help you.” Rosita says softly, pulling your arm over her shoulder. “Daryl, you load the truck up? I’ll be back after I get her sitting down.”
You try your best to walk normally when the truck arrives back home. You help unload as much as you can, though Rosita only allows you to carry the lighter packages. You’re carrying several bags of macaroni noodles and packaged ramen when Michonne hurries over to you, taking the bags from your hands. “Do me a favor and go finish rolling the yarn into balls?” She asks in a tone to suggest that Daryl had told her of your injury.
“I’ll be happy to.” You respond, trying to disguise your limp as you walk into the house, passing Carol on your way to the sitting room.
“Hey Love.” She smiles, pulling you into her arms as she places a kiss to your cheek. You wrap your arms around her, still consciously doing your best to hide the pain in your leg, that has slowly started growing worse from the time you’ve been standing. Your head is starting to grow woozy has well. You need to sit down.
“Carol.” You say, moving towards the sitting room. She follows you and sits down beside you as you begin working on the big skeins of  yarn into small, workable balls to be used to knit into blankets and other things for the coming winter. Your head is aching, and you stop your work for a while, resting your head on her shoulder, and she holds you, close in her arms, kissing your hands as she caresses them softly.
“I love you.” She whispers, before standing slowly to go and make dinner for the two of you and a few others that she cooks for each evening. You lay back, closing your eyes as you relax on the couch in front of the fire. “Get some sleep love, I’ll wake you up when suppers ready.”
You’re awoken some time later, the room spinning so greatly that you can barely stand up. You take Carol’s hand as you walk to the dining room, refusing to let her see you limping. You sit down, in your usual spot, the smell of dinner wafting up from the pot. Stew. Deer rather than beef, but stew, nonetheless. After supper you turn towards the kitchen, still continuing your tradition of helping Carol with the dishes, so as not to worry her about your leg.
You’re washing the frying pan when it happens. Your leg buckles underneath you, and you sink towards the ground, the pan splashing back down in the sink.
“(Y/N), What happened? Hey…hey…Shhhh….Hey…” Carol’s voice seems far away, an echo through a paper tube. You feel her arms around you, gently lowering you to the ground, helping you to rest, her sweater as a pillow.
“Your knee, It’s swollen. Likely partially dislocated. Here now. Follow my finger…What happened love? Did you pass out, or was it your knee?”
“My knee. Carol, Im fine. Im just fine.” You say, moving into a sitting position once again. “I fell off a shelf during the run. I hit my head, but my leg took the worst of it.” She sighs, helping you to your feet. “Come on. Lean against me, and lets get you to bed. I’ll get you a pillow for that knee, and some peppermint out of the garden, see if I cant make a poultice to bring down the swelling.”
You fall asleep that night, Carol’s head on your chest, her arms wrapped around you. She’s asleep, after spending much of the evening looking after you. You place a kiss on her forehead before nodding off. “I love you darling.” You whisper sleepily.
~~
Written by: @thankyoualexkingston-blog đź’•
Do you write for Underground?
I'm not too sure what that is :(
~ @dumbtrashybitch đź–¤
Carol and reader? One of the group gets bit out on a run and a message is sent back to carol. Reader is carried into camp because of a sprained knee, and carol freaks out because she thinks reader was bit
Injured.
Summary: Reader dislocated her knee on a run and finds her way back to camp, causing Carol to spin into a panic.
I made their relationship platonic! I hope that's okau :)
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The last 2 days had been hell for everyone. Aaron had lost his arm and Carol was pulled from the kingdom to help up the tiny camp's protection while they did the things they needed to do.
Y/N, a young person, almost Henry's age, had become like Carol's child over the years and Carol was more than willing to come to help put so she could see them.
The letter had come and no one took it by surprise that a scouting group had been ambushed by a heard and someone was bitten. They readied the medical tent for the group to return since everyone had been injured when a stairwell collapsed under their feet feom the weight of walkers following them.
Y/N was the most injured out of the group, besides the bitten girl who had died on the way back to camp the following morning. From their understanding, they hadn't been bit. But given the extremes of their injuries, the believe either way, Y/N would lose their leg since the tiny group had believe the leg was too broken to fix.
Everyone had to calm Y/N and give them sedatives as they were in severe pain and yelling in agony as they were carried or wheeled back to the camp.
"The walkers are gonna make the stairs collapse!" Eddie yells trying to block off the staircase.
Audrey cradles her bitten arm and stares blankly into space. The floor starts to crack underneath your feet and Aaron reached over, pulling you out of the way just in time for the floor to collapse and Eddie to plumet 3 stories. The walkers start to fall through the gap and the floor cracks again.
Aaron grabs you and holds your tightly as the floor falls and you all tumble to one side, causing the floor to give out. The rail gives out and you all fall towards the floor. The impact on your knee makes a loud crunching sound and you scream in agony.
The one armed man had broken your fall for the most part, but it hadn't stopped the impact on your knee. Aaron has you up the second he's able to stand. You can hear Eddie screaming for help as walkers pile on top of him. Audrey drags herself up and follows you 2 out to meet up with the other 2 people in your group.
2 different people are running through the woods, your body separating them as they rush back to camp to save your leg before it's too late. They can hear the chainsaws cutting through trees and see some people.
"Hey! Help us!"
People turn towards the tiny group, but only take a second to run over and help carry your unconscious body into the camp.
Carol can hear people panicking and sees them come through the woods into the clearing with you dangling lifelessly as they run. Her heart drops into her stomach and she feels sick looking at your sweaty pale skin.
"What happened?" She yells and all but sprints to them to take you from them.
"They got hurt when the stairs collapsed." Aaron breathes in between pants.
"You were supposed to protect them!" Carol screams, punching Aaron in the leg as she's cradling your body in her arms.
"They're not bit! They're under some hard pain meds because they dislocated their knee."
"We'll get her fixed up Carol, don't stress yourself out."
2 men pick you up and carries you to the tent where Siddiq is waiting for everyone to enter. "We'll talk later." Aaron leaves her on the ground, staring at her hands that have dried and fresh blood on them. She decides to follow them to the tent to see them.
"Carol, help hold her down why i snap it back." Siddiq demands as he grabs ahold of the half conscious person on the cot. "They're gonna fight and scream, but you can't let go until i put the brace on."
Carol reaches down and presses just hard enough on your leg so you won't fight her as they snap the leg. The crunching sound makes Carol squeeze her eyes closed. The scream that follows the sound makes her extremely sick and then comes the fighting.
You start trying to fight off the people holding you down ans Carol tries to soothe you. "It'll be okay, we're fixing you up." Sweat starts to drench your chest and back as you try to pain of the brace forcing your leg straighter.
"It's almost over sweetie. Just let Siddiq straighten it more."
Siddiq grabs the straps and yanks them to tighten them up on your leg. The sickening and final crunch makes you wail before falling under again. Carol gets the okay from Siddiq and releases your leg so he can strap you down.
She sits beside your bed and taked one of your hands in hers.
"You're gonna be okay." She whispers ans runs the hair off your forehead. Ezekiel appears in the tent's doorway and looks at her with crossed arms.
"You ready to go home? The kingdom and Henry-"
"I think I'm gonna stay with her until she gets better."
"We could take her with us, the Kingdom needs their queen."
"I couldn't do that to her, taking her from what and who she knows is a terrible thing to do to someone."
She can tell Ezekiel isn't happy about her staying, but leaves her in the tent as he goes to round up the men he brought with him. Carol kisses your forehead and smiles at you.
"I'm not leaving until you get better, I promise."
~~
Written by: @dumbtrashybitch đź–¤
Carol and female reader? Reader gets injured and tries to hide it from Carol, only for Carol to find out later when the reader falls into Carol's arms as she's helping with the dishes one night.
Finished! Will be up soon
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We write for almost every character!
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Marriage.
Pairing: Alpha x reader
Warnings: Alpha slightly out of character, gender neutral reader, fluff and angst.
Summary: Alpha spends the day planning to ask her long term partner to marry her. A twist at the end.
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"They're perfect."
Alpha keeps telling herself that over and over as she stares at her partner. They're fast asleep beside her and snoring softly.
She watches their eyes move around under their eyelids. The movements make the eyelashes raise slightly as if they're waking up from their deep slumber. But the tent is sealed tightly and made thick to avoid the sun waking Alpha's lover.
The figure beside her stirs slightly and Alpha watches them shift slightly. They don't wake up. Alpha sighs in content and slips her arm from under their head and exits the tent.
People are boiling water and skinning animals, getting ready to feed the guardians. People freeze when Alpha walks through camp towards her second in command. Beta joins her in her walk to the edge of camp to look in on the guardians.
"I need you do something for me today." Alpha finally speaks. Beta nods. "Find me a ring. One that'll fit Y/N's finger."
Beta doesn't respond to her, he just leaves camp. Alpha turns towards the sheets hanging around camp. She walks over to one and pulls it down. She picks up a stray basket and shoots a look at some whisperers staring at her and they hurry back to working again.
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The sun is setting and Beta still hadn't returned with a ring. Alpha is starting to get irritated with him. Y/N had woke up hours ago and started their daily chores.
"Where is he?" She ponders out loud.
"Who?" She hears her lover ask quietly.
"Beta."
"He's looking for you in camp."
"Of course he is."
Alpha leaves them standing by themselves and they just shrug it off, going back to work.
Beta doesn't say anything to Alpha when she grabs the ring from him. Beta wanted Alpha but knew she loved Y/N.
She leaves him in the middle of camp and heads over to them. She grabs their hand and tugs them after her out near the guardians. She releases them but keeps her back turned.
"What did I tell you the first night you kissed me?"
"I was temporary and could be very easily replaced."
"I don't want you to be temporary." She turns around and shows them the ring.
Their eyes don't light up and they just look sad. Alpha clears her throat. "I'm asking you to marry me."
"I know and the answer is; no. You won't tell Beta you don't like him and he's constantly between our relationship. So no, I won't marry you."
Alpha watches them turn around and leave her near the guardians. She had no idea what to say or that Beta had threatened them earlier to say no and leave camp.
Her heart breaks and Beta, of course, comes to the rescue.
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Written by @dumbtrashybitch đź–¤
Had to rewrite because Tumblr deleted it
Alpha asking you to marry her?
It'll be up later today too!
-@dumbtrashybitch đź–¤
Alpha saving you when you're stuck in the caves?
Of course! It'll be up later today :)
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Unwanted.
Pairing: Alpha x reader
Warnings: POSSIBLE TWS!!, adult language, unwanted advances, attempts at molestation, killing, and mentions of harassment to a gay man
Summary: Alpha fends off unwanted advances from the reader
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The river splashes on rocks and Y/N sits beside another female whisperer, washing out old cups and off the remains of dinner on plates.
The sour smell of rotting flesh wafts down the river from the guardian beds slightly up the river. It's not overbearing, but it's definitely there. The smell floats with the water and makes the water seem unusable to any passerby.
The other whisperer sighs and sets down her current dish down on the river bed and looks at the other whisperers gathering water and heading back to camp. Y/N looks down at her bright red hands and back to the other whisperer.
"What's the matter, Ashley?" Y/N's is slightly above a whisper, but still very quiet.
"Have you ever thought of leaving this place? Being with the normal survivors at Hilltop or Alexandria?"
"I-"
"Please, be honest with me." Her eyes are pleasing with Y/N and YN sighs, setting down the plate she was holding in the box for the clean dishes.
"Sometimes. I've always wanted to wake up and brush my hair or wash my face without having to remove a piece of a dead person's face." Y/N whispers this time and looks back across the water again.
"Hey girls." Sheldon purrs walking by.
The 2 girls giggle about the sass in the gay man's wal and get back to the job at hand. Unluckily for them, Sheldon was followed by a less known whisperer who had been harassing women around the camp.
Harry sees the 2 women and immediately does a B line for them instead of following Sheldon and harassing him for his sexual preference. Harry struts up and runs a hand down Y/N's back to try and grab a handful of her ass that nestled against her legs.
"Hey!" Y/N jumps up and shoves the shaggy man backwards.
She freezes for a second realizing how loud she had gotten with their leader just up the hill from them. Harry laughs at her distress and smiles evily at her. "What? You're wearing those shorts and expect someone not to grab you?"
"I can wear what I want to, Harry and expect to not get groped." Y/N hisses quietly.
"Yeah, leave her alone!" Ashley spits at him.
"Or what? Come on, let me have a feel."
Harry reaches for Y/N's chest and she grips her switch blade on her hip. She whips it out and slashes at his hand causing him to retreat his hand. Sheldon notices the fight nearby and drops his bucket to rush over to his friends.
"Fuck off, Harry and quit harassing people in camp!"
"What the fuck are you gonna do, faggot?" Harry growls pulling his own knife.
Ashley grips the plate she was holding and swings it at Harry, busting it on his head. Harry cries out on surprise and swings his blade blindly at Y/N. Sheldon pulls her away before the knife makes contact.
Y/N swings her own and catches the side of his arm, tearing the skin and making blood seep out of the wound. Before Harry can retaliate, Alpha basically teleports behind him and tosses him like a sack of potatoes.
Alpha stands over Harry and presses her foot to his chest. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"That bitch is dressed like a slut and expects us men to control ourselves."
"Beta, do you have a hard time controlling the urge to molest an unsuspecting girl for dressing how she wants?"
Beta looks over at Y/N and shakes his head. "She's dressed like any other woman during a warm day."
"I'm gonna ask you this; can a man survive this world without his hands?" Alpha asks.
"Of course not. We need our hands to defend ourselves and to teach ungrateful women their place."
Alpha furrows her brows and reaches her hand out behind her. Beta pulls out one of his large knives and places it in his leader's hand. She brings it back around and let's the sun shine on the blade.
"You're absolutely right, but knives are for teaching ungrateful men, like you."
Alpha stabs the knife into the man's chest. He gurgles for a few seconds and she stands up, leaving the knife inside his chest. She turns back to the 2 women while Beta removes him to throw him in with the guardians. Alpha approaches Y/N and reaches out, swiping away some strand of hair from her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Alpha asks blinking one eye at a time.
Y/N feels her skin warm up and she starts to grow flustered by the bald woman. Y/N just nods and presses her hands together. The nearby whisperers who were watching everything happen, start to stir and leave the river bank.
"That's how you know your touch is welcome." Alpha smirks and leaves the 2 women by the river to finish their tasks before nightfall.
~~
Written by @rottingbutnotinhell đź–¤
Sick.
Pairing: Alpha x reader
Warnings: sick reader, mentions of killing, fluff and Alpha out of character
Summary: Reader is sick and Alpha takes care of them.
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You are exhausted, every muscle in your body aching as if you’ve just ran a marathon. Your throat hurts, fire in every swallow, and a sheen of sweat has broken out on your forehead, as you carry another bucket of water up from the river. It is a cold, early spring morning, the frost still on the tree trunks, and you have worked hard to break the ice so that you could carry the water up the steep bank, dumping it into the big cauldron on the roaring fire, so that Alpha and Beta and the other lower ranking pack leaders would be able to have warm baths. It is your job to do this, as well as to do the laundry for the camp, and look after the young children when they are at play.Â
Normally, you don’t mind this task, done once a week, taking nearly your entire day when they wished you to do it. Today however, every single step is painful,the bucket is heavy as a rock, and you struggle to carry it into camp, your head swimming like the fish in the river.Â
You curse as the water spills out of the bucket, splashing on a pair of feet.
“What the hell?” To your horror, you hear Alpha’s voice, and your heart stops. Great. Youre going to die. She’s going to kill you. She’s killed for less, just to prove that she can. You dont want to die. You don’t want to die. You’re shaking, the bucket slapping the ground, its remaining water splashing out onto her feet.
“YOU DARE DISRESPECT YOUR ALPHA IN THIS WAY?” Beta grabs you around the throat, lifting you off your feet, not even giving you time to yelp.Â
“Beta. Put her down. NOW.” Alpha snarls, her voice oddly calm as she stares him down, catching you as he tosses you to the ground.Â
“You’re not well.” It is a statement, not a question. You shake your head as you try to get up, surprised as Alpha herself offers you her hand.Â
“Thank you.” You take it willingly, smiling as she leads you to her den, motioning for you to lay down on the soft sleeping pallet. You sigh in relief as you do as she asks, wincing  as you close your eyes and are almost immediately asleep.
“(Y/N)” You wake to the warm drawl in your ear, the smell of soup reaching your nostrils. You sit up, your head pounding and the den seeming to spin around you. “No no. Lay back against the pillows. You’re not movin from here for some time. Just lie back.”
You do as you are told, closing your eyes again as she spoons soup into your mouth, doing your best to eat everything that she gives you.Â
“Thank you. For not killing me.” You whisper, confused when you hear her bewildered laugh.Â
“You think I would kill you for accidentally spilling a bit of water on my feet? (Y/N), that would not happen. You have worked all day long, even when you were ill. How could I kill that kind of loyalty? No (Y/N), you will not die today, in fact, It is time you were on the receiving end of loyalty.”  Â
You sigh softly, as she helps you to lie back down, her hand lingering on your shoulder, her eyes full of compassion, empathy and warmth. She presses a metal cup to your lips, the cold liquid cooling your throat. You return her smile, eyes soft as you look into her own.
“Alpha-” You whisper, your voice filled with respect, and thanks. It hurts, to move, but you don’t need to worry about that. For the first time, since before the Walkers took over the earth, you feel safe, and protected.Â
“Lisa.” Alpha whispers, and your eyes widen in shock. She has just told you what no one else, not even Beta knows. Her name. “When we are alone, you can call me Lisa.” She stands, and exits the warm den, and for a few minutes, she is gone. You wonder briefly, if she is coming back.Â
You dont know how long it has been, when you’re gently awoken, soft hands stroking your cheek. A warm wet rag on your forehead “(Y/N), come on now honey, sit up for me? Thats it. You’ll heal faster if you’re clean.” You are surprised, and just a bit nervous, when she helps you to take off the dirty clothes you wear, setting them outside the den, for someone to take. You are even more surprised when you reach for the rag, but Lisa stops your hand with her own.Â
“No love. Let me.” To your shock, she has a bucket of steaming hot water. Slowly, ever so gently, she begins to clean every bit of dirt and grime off of your skin. She helps you to lay on your stomach, as she washes your back, gentle hands massaging your shoulders and back, trying to soothe some of the aches she must know the fever is causing you. Her hands are far more gentle than you thought she could ever be, and you are even more surprised when she begins to wash your hair, running the soap gently through your hair, massaging your scalp.Â
“You dont have to do this.” You say softly, though in truth, you are glad she is taking care of you. It has been so long since you felt loved by anyone.Â
“I know I dont.” Lisa’s voice is soft as she pulls a night dress over your head, before pulling you close in her arms, holding you tightly as she helps you to relax under the warm blankets. “But I want you to feel better, and this will hopefully help. Until you are back on your feet, I am going to take care of you.” Her voice is soft, her hand stroking your hair as you lay against her, falling asleep to her heartbeat, and the sound of her gentle drawl singing you a long forgotten melody.
~~
Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog đź’•
Do you write RPF?
I am not sure what that means?
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Alpha taking care of you when you're sick?
It will be up in a little while.Â
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Stars.
Pairing: Alpha x reader
Warnings: fluff and Alpha slightly out of character
Summary: Alpha holds you, the reader, under the stars
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The stars gleam in the night sky, the air just crisp enough for you to need a jacket, or, in this case, to be content in snuggling in the arms that are wrapped around you.Â
Your head rests on her chest, both of you covered by a warm blanket from her den. Her hands stroke your hair as you look up to the sky, listening to her naming off the different constellations, pointing them out to you with a gentle, calming drawl. You’re almost lulled to sleep by her voice, her warm hand in your hair, lovingly and absentmindedly petting you as if second nature or a habit.Â
“(Y/N)” You open your eyes weakly, looking up into hers, as you sleepily place a kiss on her lips.Â
“Yes, my Lisa?” You ask gently, laying your head back down as she resumes petting your hair, this time using her other hand to massage your shoulders.Â
“You’re tired my love. Would you like to go to bed?” Alpha brushes the hair back from your cheek and you manage to shake your head.Â
“No.” You mumble against her collarbone, and you feel her chuckle. “No. Just...just hold me. I like when you hold me.”
“Ok.” Alpha whispers, kissing the top of your head as you lay in her warm embrace, listening to her heartbeat under your ear.Â
“Tell me something, my love?”You ask her, your heart pounding as you wonder if it was a good idea to ask what you were about to ask. You didnt know much, if anything about her past, and had always wanted to. You just hoped she wouldnt yell at you for asking.
“What is it Dove?” She asks, using her special nickname for you. Her dove. Once, you asked her why she called you such a thing, and she responded that you brought her life the peace that she could find nowhere else. You have a nickname for her, too. You call her Wolf. Because to you, she is warmth. Safety, the perfect balance of wildness and wonder. You are so damn in love with this woman.
“Tell me, about who you were, before all of this?” You ask, feeling her arms tighten around you, and you sense, that for once, she wants YOU to hold HER. You oblige, switching positions and sighing happily as she rests her head on your chest, looking into your eyes as she entwines your hand with her own, her eyes taking on a sad, lost look.
“I was Lisa Evans. A hairstylist. I led a very boring life.” She sighs before continuing. “But I was content. Happy. I treasured every moment with my daughter. We, my husband and I, were never in love. I had Lydia after getting drunk and pregnant at a college party. Frank insisted on making an honest woman out of me, and I was too young to consider other options.” Her accent is thick, her voice filled with poorly hidden tears, as she burrows further into you, seeking comfort from the warmth that you offer.Â
“I loved that little girl from the minute she was born, though I was never a good mother. I know that. Never had a mind or a heart for such things. I..” She swallows hard, and you silence her with the gentlest of kisses.
“Shhh..” You whisper softly, holding her close to you, kissing her lovingly as you massage her shoulders, gently and sweetly caressing her bald scalp.Â
“I fell in love, with you for YOU. Not for anything else. Not for any hidden motive, or for any favors you could grant me. You are my safety. My heart. My love and my life. I will always adore every single possible thing about you. That will never change.”
Tears find their way to the corners of her eyes as you speak, and when you fall silent, she is looking at you, a gentle expression in her eyes. “Come on my love. Let’s go the the den. It is cold, and you, my starlight, are warm.”
“I would like that.” You whispered, accepting her hand for help as you stand up, pulling her into your arms once you are both on your feet. “I would LOVE that.”
~~
Written by @thankyoualexkingston-blog đź’•
Alpha defending you from unwanted advances?
Yes, of course! I'm gonna try to write for her this time around :)
~@rottingbutnotinhell đź–¤
Alpha holding you under the stars?
Wrote it and it will be posted soon
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Hard Work
(A/N): Not our gif
Pairing: Kerry Weaver x reader
Warnings: fluff and flirting
Summary: reader faints in the break room and Kerry helps her
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“(Y/N)” You jump a mile, hearing Weaver call your name from the door of the break room, the sound of her crutch tapping on the floor as she walks towards you, where you are sitting, nursing a pounding headache. “You did good out there, with the trauma this afternoon. Your quick thinking saved that kid’s life. Not bad for not even being here a month.” Her voice is friendly as she sits down across from you, and lifts her leg onto a chair, using it as a makeshift footstool. She takes a long sip of coffee, giving you a chance to answer.
You are new to County General. As much as you hate to admit it, it shows. You consider yourself a good nurse, but in this fast paced environment,you are not excelling as much as you did at your previous workplace. It of course doesn’t help, that you have eyes for the very beautiful, yet very stern Doctor Weaver. She hasn’t been as stern with you as she is with the doctors, and med students, likely since you are a nurse, and have someone else to answer to, which is just as well, as you dont exactly like the idea of having to answer to the woman you have a crush on.Â
“Thanks.” You say, rubbing the bridge of your nose, hoping that the pressure will at the least, put an end to the sensation that the staff break room has suddenly become a very fast merry go round. “I just followed Abby’s lead.”
“Are you alright?” Weaver sits upright in the chair, leaning towards you with an expression of alertness and concern. “You’re very pale. You want to come back to curtain three and I can check you out? Are you feeling ill?”
“Im fine Doctor Weaver. Just...just a headache. Think I need some water.” As much as you wouldn’t mind spending some private time with Weaver, you know that the increase in heart rate you would have, would likely result in at the very least, concern for your well being. You sigh, standing up, and moving towards the water cooler,before the floor pulls you downward and everything goes black.
“(Y/N)! Can you hear me?” Who is that? Your eyes try to focus, and the first thing you see is beautiful eyes, and then a finger in front of your face. “(Y/N), come on. Follow my finger, I need you to focus. Pratt’s bringing a gurney, we’re taking you up for a head C.T. No. Do not try to get up. Here. Ok. You’re ok. I promise. You’re ok. We’re going to figure out what happened.”
“K..Kerry-” You say, blinking in the bright light of her flashlight beam as she tries to get your eyes to follow it. “I’m ok. I’m fine. I’ve got to get out to my shift.”
“No. You dont.” You realize, with a shock, that her suit jacket is wrapped around your shoulders, and your head is resting in her lap, her free hand softly rubbing your arm. “You need to stay right here, until that gurney gets here, and then we’re going up to get that head C.T. We need to figure out what happened.”
“Will you stay with me?” You find yourself asking, voice small and nervous. You don’t want her to go, though you know she likely has other things to do with her time.Â
“Of course I’ll stay. Was planning on it anyway.” She takes your hand in her own, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze. “I’m not leaving you until we get this figured out. Just relax for me? Keep your eyes open, focus on something, anything, just don’t go to sleep. Alright?”
“Ok. I..I’ve got it.” You whisper, as you focus on her eyes, seeing a blush rise to her cheeks as she figures out just where your stare is fixed.
“(Y/N) Are you flirting with me?” She teases, brushing your hair out of your face. You shrug, earning a mock glare from her.
“What if I was?” You ask, taking the plunge. You hear her laugh, see that rare smile on her face.Â
“Let’s talk about this after we get you up to C.T., alright (Y/N)?” She asks, as Pratt hurries in with a gurney.Â
You know that no matter what it is, everything will be alright, because you’ve got the best doctor in all of County General beside you. And she won’t let anything happen to you.
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