guys poor spencer why is he the guy always being beat up or cheated on or left or being the bad guy in every reader x twd character (ESP WITH DARYL AND RICK??)
They had left Atlanta behind, trying to reach Fort Benning; but during an apocalypse nothing ever goes at it is planned. Sarah and Nicolette will have to face new challenges and dangers. How will they survive?
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CHAPTER 19
SARAH
They were sitting around the table, listening to Rick telling them that once they had found Hershel, another group had shown up. They were dangerous, and soon, there was a shooting. They luckily made it out alive when they found Randall with his leg skewered by a railing.
"And he is part of that group?" Sarah asked, turning to Glenn next to her. He nodded quietly in response. Sarah eyed her friend; he was pale and acting quite strangely. Did something else happen out there? But it seemed like Rick had told them everything. So what could be wrong with her friend? She could only turn to Maggie. The girl was standing not far from the table, and her eyes were observing Glenn as well. So Maggie had also noticed something was off.
"But we couldn't just leave him behind; he would have bled out," Rick explained. "If he lived that long."
"What do we do with him?" asked Andrea from next to Shane.
That was a good question, for sure.
"I repaired his calf muscle as best I can," Hershel said, making his entrance into the living room. "But he'll probably have nerve damage." That didn't sound good at all.
"Is it permanent?" Nicki asked from next to Sarah.
"No," Hershel answered, shaking his head. "But he won't be on his feet for at least a week."
So, this Randall guy couldn't leave for a week, but what then?
"When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, and send him on his way," Rick said to try to reassure them, but Andrea frowned.
"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" That was true, too. How could someone survive alone? Sarah wasn't sure that it was the right choice, but she wasn't sure making him stay was the right choice either. She really felt confused.
Suddenly, the sound of the door being opened made Sarah look up and see Daryl entering the room. She saw him nodding shyly towards Carol, and then his eyes met hers from across the room. Sarah felt her lips turn up in a little smile, but he diverted his gaze, laying his back against the wall to listen to what the others were saying.
"Just gonna let him go?" Shane was asking, "He knows where we are."
The way he said that actually worried her. He was implying an attack. Fighting, shooting. Her eyes moved towards Nicolette; was her sister in danger? Were her friends in danger?
"He was blindfolded the whole way here," Rick argued back. "He's not a threat."
That group had shot at them, though, with no apparent reason. Why would they attack someone without being threatened if they weren't dangerous? She felt her hands shaking.
"Not a threat. How many of them were there?" Shane chuckled mockingly. "You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?"
What were they getting into? They were in the middle of an apocalypse for God's sake, now they were going to have a war with another group of survivors?
"They left him for dead," Rick argued back. "No one is looking."
"We should still post a guard," T-Dog suggested, and Sarah felt her eyes going wide as her hands kept shaking. They were not in a fortress; that was a farm. And they were a large group, but what if those men outnumbered them? She must have been shaking visibly because, at some point, Nicki took her hand, squeezing it. Her sister wasn't looking to her, she was observing the people around her, focusing on the words they were saying. She didn't seem scared. She was doing her best to understand what was going on.
"He's out cold right now. Will be for hours," Hershel said, probably trying to make some kind of peace.
But it didn't settle well for Shane. "You know what? I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy," he mocked again, starting to make his way out of the room. "Look at this, folks. We are back in fantasy land." Sarah turned to Carol, who looked down at her hands resting on her lap. That was uncalled for.
"You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet," Hershel snapped, stopping Shane in his tracks. "Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all... This is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor... Keep your mouth shut." Sarah bit her lip as she observed Shane glaring at the man. The anger was visible in his eyes. Hershel didn't falter, though, holding his ground. They stared at each other for some moments, but at some point, Shane decided to walk back and slowly he left the room.
After that, they all started to get up from the table. Sarah didn't immediately. She was still caught up in what had been said and what that implied. What was happening to the world scared her, not only the dead walking and eating people, but now even real people attacking others. She wasn't ready to face it. She couldn't let Nicolette face it.
Sarah took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart, but she didn't feel better at all. She needed to get her mind off of things; she couldn't keep thinking about the possibility of a war. Maybe Randall wasn't like those people. Maybe he wasn't a threat. Maybe they were overreacting.
"I'll train for a little bit," she heard Nicki say as she stood up. "You okay?"
At her question, Sarah nodded, humming quietly. She could feel her sister's gaze on her, but she didn't look up.
"What are you going to do?" asked Nicki again. "Today?"
Sarah took a breath. "I think... umm..." she said. "I think I'll go fix the car and... maybe help with Beth later."
"Alright," Nicki said, "I'll see you later, then."
"Later," she answered, trying not to sound too worried, even if she wasn't sure she was managing. She stood where she was for some moments before finally deciding to move. She needed to go on normally. That's what she had to do.
And trying to think positively, she was back inside the wooden garage, bent over to try and fix the car. She was quite proud of her work there; the battery seemed to work, even if Sarah wasn't sure how long it would last. She had oiled the pedals and the gear shift. She had smiled when she saw three pedals for the first time; she remembered her father. He loved to drive, and he was really passionate about cars and she remembered how bothered she was when he insisted for her to learn how to drive both with automatic transmission and with the gears, she didn't understand why, blaming his father obsession with driving. She wondered what he would think about her learning how to fix such an old car. She just hoped he would have been proud of her and what she was doing. The whole of it.
"Hey," Glenn's voice made her turn with a surprised expression.
"Hi," she said, pushing some hair that had fallen on her forehead and back.
"Dale told me you'd be here," he said, almost trying to justify himself.
"It's not a secret I'm here," Sarah answered to reassure him, and her words made him nod silently.
"You okay?" she asked, observing him pacing the room with his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah," he said, not quite surely. Sarah hummed as she rubbed her hands with a rag.
"You're overthinking, sir," she said, trying to make him smile. "You need to talk?" She knew that it must have been scary for him, trying to survive all night, afraid of not coming back.
Glenn was biting his lips, deep in thought. She had never seen him like that.
"I froze," he said at some point as Sarah waited patiently for him to go on. "They were shooting at us, and I froze."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "That's understandable." She could just imagine being shot at, and even in fantasy, it was not a nice feeling.
"I wasn't scared for my life," he said, turning to her.
Sarah frowned a little, not understanding. "Okey...?" and he went back to pace around the room like he was trying to find the right words.
"Maggie said she loves me."
"Really?" Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, and a little smile appeared on her face. "Today?" She had seen how Maggie had been worried all day.
But Glenn shook his head. "Yesterday," he said, "Before I left with Rick," but his expression was strange; he should be happy.
"And what's with the face?" she asked with a slightly confused frown. Then Glenn turned towards her with wide eyes.
"I froze, Sarah," he argued back, but that only confused me more.
"I can imagine," Sarah answered, nodding her head. Hearing someone other than your family saying that they loved you was always a shock.
"Not with Maggie!" Glenn said, stepping towards her. "Out there!"
Sarah put her hands on her hips. "I'm confused." Glenn took a breath, moving to sit on an old table on the side of the room. He sat with his forearms on his tights, head hanging down. Sarah observed him for a moment, he was really troubled, so she out down what she had in her hands against the car and then she walked to him, sitting next to him quietly. Glenn needed to talk, she knew, but he was also confused, so she let him gather his thoughts.
"Have you ever loved someone?" Glenn asked at some point.
"I... once I thought I did," Sarah thought back at her ex-boyfriend; his name was Peter Mills. They were in the same year in high school, he was a nice guy, he played basketball. They talked sometimes since her friend Lucy's brother was on the team, too, but they started talking in science class. They had been paired up for a project, and it had been so easy to start dating. They had the same sense of humor; they did so many things together, and all her friends were over the edge for her. Peter had been very important to Sarah, but the day he had told her that he loved her, she didn't find the words to say back; they didn't seem honest, and it had been easy for her. Nor for Peter.
"But when he told me, I didn't say it back," Glenn turned to her as she spoke, a bittersweet smile on her face. "It lingered for some time, and until it was unspoken, I was sure I loved him too, but... when he spoke it out loud," she shook her head. "Don't ask me why, but... I couldn't bring myself to say it, too."
They were talking about college and what they would have decided to do after high school. Peter wanted them to go to the same college, and during that discussion, he dropped the bomb. Of course, after that discussion, they broke up.
Glenn observed her. "Maybe you were scared."
"Or maybe I didn't love him, like I should have,," Sarah said, turning to Glenn. "But I don't think that's what happened to you, right?"
She leaned towards Glenn, who bit his lips before shaking his head.
"No one ever told me before, and I freaked out," he admitted. "But when Maggie told me... I know I feel the same." Sarah smiled. It was unbelievable that the two of them had met with everything that was going on and that they shared such feelings. She wondered what that was like, she saw how Glenn looked at Maggie and how the girl talked about him, she wondered how it was like to feel such a strong feeling for someone that went behind like or care.
"Then why are you sitting with me, and you're not with her?" Sarah asked curiously. "She was really worried about you?"
Glenn took a deep breath. "We can't do this."
Sarah frowned. "Do what?"
"I... When I was out there..." he stopped, getting anxious. "And those people shoot at us... I could only think of Maggie and how she would feel if I died and..."
"You froze," Sarah finished for him, now understanding what he meant when he entered the garage.
Glenn was a good guy; always thinking about everyone else's feelings and needs. He was probably the most selfless person she had ever met and that made him so special. But she didn't agree with him.
"When we talked about Maggie," Sarah said, "I told you not to be stupid about this. Why are you being stupid about this?"
Glenn shook his head. "Listen-"
"No, you listen," Sarah said, turning her body towards him. "This world is shit. This life is shit. We're living on the edge; we are losing people, and that's not right." Her mind went back to Amy and her smiles, at Sophia hugging her mother or playing with Carl. She thought again about who they had lost, and that almost brought tears back to her eyes.
Everything we do will affect the group.
"We can rely only on the group. You don't do anything else than worry about us. You always want to help us," Sarah kept saying, "But that's not right, too."
Glenn silently listened as she went on.
"You have the chance of having something that many people have lost, or probably they will never find. Don't do something you'll regret, Glenn," she said, hoping that he would consider her words. "If you love this girl, you shouldn't let her go."
Glenn observed her with a torn expression. He knew he loved Maggie, but he felt so responsible for the group that he was trying with all his heart to push it aside. That was honorable on his part, but it was also stupid. But Sarah decided not to push any further. She stood up and kissed him on his hair before smiling down at him.
"Take your time," she said. "But think about it."
She saw him nod his head, biting his lips.
"Alright," he muttered.
The next days had been eventful for the group.
They were all worried about Randall, and the possibility of that group coming looking for him had terrorized everyone, so when he finally seemed to be getting better after the surgery made on his leg by Hershel, Rick, and Shane decided to take him far from the farm by car and leave him somewhere. During that day, though, Beth's condition seemed to have gotten worse. Apparently, the girl wanted to commit suicide, and Sarah came to know that when she and Nicki entered the kitchen to see Lori and Andrea quietly staring at the floor, and Maggie and Beth could be heard from upstairs.
"She wants to do what?" Sarah exclaimed, looking instinctively at the ceiling.
"Beth had taken the knife and hidden it under the covers," Lori explained, and Sarah could not help but think about Maggie and what she must have felt, knowing that her little sister wanted to do something so terrible to herself. Nicki was leaning her back against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, and her expression was hard.
"Where's Hershel?" asked Lori at some point, and Andrea let out a heavy breath.
"He doesn't want to find out yet," she said, but Sarah shook her head.
"That's insane," she exclaimed, still listening to Maggie and Beth argue, "We should go find him."
"It's a family affair," Lori said. "We'll let them work it out."
"That's working it out?" Andrea asked sarcastically, and Sarah could not help but think the same. She was sure that it was better for Maggie to have a backup from her family.
"When Beth stops fighting, that's when it's time to worry," Lori said, walking towards the table.
"There's a reason to start worrying, alright," Nicki muttered, looking towards the stairs.
"This could've been handled better," Andrea said after a moment of silence. Once again, Sarah agreed, and to her, the best thing to do was to go to Hershel.
"How so?" asked Lori curiously, but what Andrea said after made Sarah frown. "You shouldn't have taken the knife away." Lori's eyes widened.
"Excuse me?" but Andrea didn't stop.
"You were wrong like Dale taking my gun. That wasn't your decision."
"Here we go again," Nicki said, shaking her head, earning Andrea's glare, a glare Sarah had already seen the woman give to her sister. But Nicolette didn't seem bothered by that.
"She has to choose to live on her own," Andrea said. "She has to find her own reasons."Â
"She's got reason," Nicki said back.
"Still, it's in her hands," Andrea insisted. "If she's serious, she'll figure out a way."Â
"Then that means that she is rather a coward, or she is stupid," Nicki said coldly.
"Nicolette," Sarah reproved her. Beth was making a mistake, but she was traumatized and terrorized; she just needed someone to make her think. She needed someone that made her feel safe.
"That's what I think," Nicki said simply, making Andrea scoff.
"Always judging people," she said. "That never changes."
"So, you can say that we should make a test and see if Beth kills herself, and I can't say that to me she is making a stupid decision?" Nicki argued.
"This is beyond the point!" Sarah exclaimed, "Beth needs help."
"And she needs to know that we care," Lori said, backing up Sarah, but Andrea glared at the woman.
"That has nothing to do with it," Andrea said as they all were missing the real point of the matter. "She only has so many choices in front of her, and she believes the best one is suicide."
Sarah could not believe that to Andrea, the fact that a girl of sixteen wanted to commit suicide was totally normal. She didn't know if she felt rather confused or angry.
"That's not an option," Lori said, but Andrea's blue eyes widened.
"Of course it is. She doesn't need to be yelled at or treated like a child."
"A loaded gun, maybe?" Lori answered. "You'll understand if I don't send you in there." Andrea's expression was shocked, and Sarah knew that they would have to start a real fight.
"I came through it," Andrea exclaimed.
"And became such a productive member of the group," Lori said almost sarcastically as the both of them stopped talking, eyeing one another.
"Alright," Sarah said, trying to calm the two of them down. "I think that none of us know Beth, and we should let her family handle this."
"Yeah," Lori said, nodding her head, but Andrea spoke again.
"I contribute. I help keep this place safe." Sarah saw Nicki roll her eyes before Lori answered.
"The men can handle this on their own. They don't need your help."
"But they need a child's help," Andrea said mockingly, looking at Nicki, who just glared.
"Can you stop acting like that to my sister?" Sarah asked, unnerved.
"I cannot believe it," Andrea said. "Everything falls apart; you're in my face over skipping laundry? But you let a child go around with a bow."
"I help with laundry," Nicki argued, but then Sarah turned to her sister.
"Nicolette," she shushed her before turning to Andrea. "You don't get to talk to her like that; Nicolette actually helped; your biggest achievement was shooting at Daryl."
"And what is your achievement?" Andrea glared at Sarah, who shook her head.
"I'm doing my best," she said. "I clean, I cook, I try to help everyone and stay positive. I will not stay here listening to you bitching around at me or my sister or anyone else just because you can fire a gun."
After that, Sarah stormed out of the kitchen. She didn't like to get angry, she didn't like to raise her voice, but all of that situation was really getting out of hand. The apocalypse, what they did at the barn, all the people they had lost. She really didn't need Andrea's rude words. Sarah took a breath before walking towards the old garage to work a little bit more on the car.
"Where'r ya going?" Daryl's voice made her turn. He was walking towards the house from his own little camp, frowning since she was so far from where the others were.
"Oh, hi," she said as he made his way towards her. The weather was getting colder, and they all started to put on warmer clothes. The same was true for Daryl, who was now wearing a long-sleeved jacket and a leather vest.
"It's getting colder for you too, uh?" she said, making him frown a little.
"What?" but Sarah shook her head with a little smile.
"Nice vest." Daryl looked down at himself, and then he looked up, biting his lips, adjusting the crossbow behind his back.
"What's wrong with ya?" he asked, pointing at her face, and Sarah shrugged her shoulders.
"Just a little argument with Andrea, it's alright," she said, starting to walk again towards the garage, but Daryl spoke again.
"Ya shouldn't wander around." At his words, Sarah looked back at him with a little smile.
"I'm not wandering around," she said, gesturing her head towards where she was going. "You want to see?"
The two of them silently walked towards the garage and when they entered, Sarah saw Daryl frown in surprise, looking around quietly.
"What ar' ya doin' in here?" he asked.
"I'm fixing the car," she said, pointing at it, making the man scoff as he walked towards it.
"Are you making fun of me?" she said with half a smile, observing how he was looking through the car window.
"That's garbage," he said, but Sarah shook her head.
"That's my project," she answered, leaning against it. "I want to fix it."
At that, Daryl frowned again, taking another look inside. "You'll be lucky if it reaches 5 miles."
"That's exactly my goal," Sarah said, nodding her head, but that confused him.
"Why?" Sarah shrugged her shoulders again.
"I've always liked fixing things," she explained, looking at the car. "I don't know why, but I do," she laughed to herself, making him frown curiously. "I've always helped my father around the house with those things; I would always try and fix things: sinks, broken cups, or shelves. And I thought... That fixing a car could help."
Daryl observed her silently as he crossed his arms over his chest. "So ya wanna fix cars now?"
"Once I'm able to fix this, I'll be able to fix anything," she exclaimed with a huge smile on her face. "Believe me, I'll be able to fix your motorbike."
"Ya ain't gettin' closer to ma bike," he said with a little smirk that made her laugh, raising her hands.
"As you wish, sir," she said as she tied her brown hair up before opening the dusty hood of the car. Even though they got quiet, Sarah could feel Daryl's eyes on her, and that made her blush a little, even if she couldn't understand why. Daryl always observed everyone.
"Yar doin' it by yar self?" as he spoke, Sarah almost jumped; she wasn't expecting him to talk again.
"Um... mostly," she said before smiling again. "But Dale often helps me."
Daryl scoffed. "Tha' man's RV's always broken."
"But he always makes it start again," Sarah answered before noticing Daryl take his crossbow off his shoulders and get closer.
"Ya, lemme take a look," Daryl said, taking the torch from Sarah's hands and pointing it to the motor, slowly examining her work on the car. Sarah's eyes observed the man and his attentiveness as he moved his free hand through wires and bolts. He seemed used to cars, and Sarah wondered what his life had been like before all of that. The only things she knew about him were that he had Merle as a brother, he came for Georgia, he knew how to hunt, and he got lost in the woods as a child. She wasn't sure how he would react to her asking, though. He never seemed keen on talking about himself or his life.
"How am I going?" she asked, getting closer. At her movement, Daryl looked up from what he was doing.
"It's not tha' bad," he said.
"You're impressed?" she asked, almost hoping that his answer would be positive.
Daryl just scoffed, amused, letting out a little laugh and making her smile. They looked at each other, and Sarah liked to see that soft side of him. She liked to share those moments with him. It felt strange because she knew he could be grumpy, but his presence had become somewhat comforting.Â
They were looking at eachother's eyes in silence, and Sarah could feel the blush appear on her cheeks, but she could see that he was getting shy as well. In fact, he bit his lips, diverting his gaze, but then he nudged her playfully, making her giggle, then moved away with a little smile.
"Lemme see what ya did to tha brakes," and Sarah nodded happily as she watched him.
Sarah and Daryl spent three hours inside that garage, looking and fixing the car. She was extremely grateful to the man who would give her tips and advice, and it had been so peaceful that they both had no idea of the time that had passed by so fast. They figured it out when the door opened, making a loud noise almost scaring them, but they both took a breath of relief when they noticed Nicolette enter.
"Knew you were here!" she said heavily; she must have been running there.
"What happened?" Sarah asked, "Is everything alright?"
When Nicki shook her head, it almost caused Sarah to have a heart attack. What the hell happened?
"Beth cut herself." At Nicki's words, Sarah's eyes widened.
"What?!"
"Yeah," Nicki said, "Andrea left her alone; she closed herself in the bathroom and cut her wrist with a broken glass."
"Is she alright?" Sarah asked panickedly, but when Nicolette nodded her head, she felt relieved.
"Maggie is so angry with Andrea," Nicolette kept explaining, and Sarah didn't find it hard to believe. If that had happened to Nicki, she had no idea what she would have done to Andrea. "Beth is alright now, just scared. I don't think she is going to try that again. But that's not why I'm here."
"What happened?" Sarah asked again, afraid that something would happen.
"Rick and Shane are back," Nicki said. "And Randall is with them."Â
Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 7. Home Sweet Home
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The school bell rang. All the kids packed up their things and got into a line to walk out the school to their parents. You were told to always take the back of the line, that way when all the other kids walked out the door to meet their parents, you could break off and run down to the teacherâs cafeteria. Youâd stand outside the door and fifteen minutes later your father would arrive, usually with another two teachers in tow. Everyday youâd see him round the corner then drop your bag and sprint your little legs down to him. Heâd pick you up in his arms and place a big kiss on your cheek.
âHow was your day princess? Did you give Janet a hard time?â heâd ask, to which youâd always shake your head no. Heâd smile at you before placing you back on the ground, then youâd run back to your bag and your father would bring you back to his classroom where he taught other kids. Heâd correct work for a bit while you did your homework, usually at a desk far too big for you but it was still easier then the kitchen table.
After you had finished your homework your father would let you pull out pencils and paper and draw until either he had finished his corrections or it was time to go. It was 1985 and you were strapped into the backseat of your fatherâs car with âOut Of Touchâ on the radio. You were six years old and living the high life in the back of your daddyâs car on the way to your suburban house where your mom was cooking pasta for dinner after a long-shift at 7/11.
You woke up when the light hit your eyes, stirring you from the peaceful childhood dream of speeding down the country rode while The Bangles sang out. You were lying on a hard bed in what looked like a med-bay made out of an office. Realisationed hit you like a truck that this was the Sanctuary and you shot up, immediately regretting it when everything started to hurt.
âWoah Woah, easy.â A man chided as he jumped to your side, grabbing you by the shoulders to stop you from getting out of the bed. You yelled at him to get off you as you swung at him, sending him backwards. In a moment another two were on you, a man and a woman.
âTie her before she pulls out her IV!â the woman yelled. The first man stood up and began strapping you in using broad leather straps while the other two put their weight on you.
You struggled as best you could, still exhausted and something heavy on your leg. âLet. me. Out!â you yelled as you pushed against the bonds.
âGet Darylâ one of the women commanded, the second man running out. âTry not to pull that IV out. We canât patch you up if you do.â she commented, walking around to tend to the man you punched. At this angle you could see the four barred tattoos on her neck. You recognised her, but it seemed she didnât recognise you. Or at least wasnât saying anything.
âWhat are you gonna do to me?â you asked, trying to hide your fear. The man glared at you from where he sat on another hospital bed, his eye turning bruised.
âNothing.â The woman commented. âBosses ordersâ the man scoffed at that, earning a slap to his chest by the woman.
âWhat? You actually think Daryl is the boss. Negan had him putting dead ones on the fence! He should still be doing that!â the woman punched him in the chest
âKnock it off,â she chided âUnless you wanna get punishedâ
âHe doesnât do that shitâ the man grumbled.
âDo you wanna be the reason he starts doing it?â You couldnât help but laugh. Maybe it was your nerves at the situation but their banter was completely unexpected. She turned around and looked at your tied down giggling figure. âWhatâs so funny!?â
âYou sound like his momâ you turned your head to look at them as you spoke, a smile on your face.
âShe bitches like the old hag tooâ the man chirped, earning a more playful slap from the woman. This was good, the tension was being lifted if only slightly.
âSorry for punching you. New surroundings, ya know.â you piped up, hoping to take advantage of the tension drop.
âYea well, you're not getting out of those beltsâ the man retorted, nodding towards the binds
âThatâs fairâ you sigh. Looks like youâll need a new plan. Maybe some info, but youâd have to give a little to get a little âSo are you gonna kill me? Like your friends tried toâ
âWhat you mean?â The man asked
âCouple of people broke into my safe house, said they were saviours and they were gonna kill me to save their friends.â you stared at the ceiling, trying to feign complete helplessness. âAre you with them?â
âNo, but-â the woman shushed him again, but that did nothing to deter the man. âWe used to be, then a war happened and our boss got locked up and they put an outsider in to look over usâ
âLocked up?â you thought âso heâs not dead.â you bit your tongue to contain your happiness. âI canât say Iâm sorryâ you said after a beat, âSo...Iâm gonna live?â you looked at them with intentionally wide eyes. The woman looked pissed, but she nodded. You breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes. A beat or two later the man returned with Daryl and a grey-hair woman in tow.
âGet those off her!â Daryl ordered.
âItâs okayâ you interjected. âI punched your friend there. Kinda earned thisâ
âNahâ the first man perked up âIf I had been jumped then woke up in a strange place Iâd have acted out too,â he moved over and started opening the belts, Daryl working on the others. You slowly pulled yourself up, Daryl jumping to your side to help you into a sitting position.
âYou alright?â Daryl asked. You looked over now realising your palms were bandaged and your leg was in a splint. You reached up to your aching head and felt a bandage with your fingers.
âIâve been betterâ you spoke low, still in a great deal of pain.
âWhat happened?â the grey haired woman asked. You spun a story of a bunch of people claiming to be saviours who entered your apartment with the plan of ambushing and killing Daryl, how you burned down the apartment and jumped out the window for your escape. The grey haired woman listened to you with growing worry on her face. âDid you kill them all?â she pushed
âI donât know.â you admitted
âWhat do you mean you dont know!â she snapped
âCarol-â Daryl started
âNo, if thereâs people out there claiming to be saviours and hurting people then weâre gonna look bad in front of the other settlements.â Carol snapped back.
âSheâs right,â the messenger added. âWeâll have to do something.â
âThese were our brothersâ the punched man spoke out âWe canât just kill them.â
âThey didnât give us a choiceâ Daryl snapped. âY/N barely got out alive and sheâs been living out there for months. What if they get someone who canât hold their own!â he went to storm out but you reached out of the bed and grabbed his arm, yelling out in pain at the strain.
âDonâtâ you warned, after Daryl and the woman helped you back into the bed. âIf theyâre still there then theyâre barricaded and have significant advantage.â
âWell what do you purpose we do?â Carol asked. Your breath was getting heavy.
âAnybody got a map of DC? And maybe a pencilâ
The original messenger boy got you a map and a pen. You marked out where your apartment had been, as well as some buildings that had fallen apart with age. âThey said they were watching me, which means they could be in any of theseâ you marked around the stable buildings that could make for a hide, which was surprisingly few. âThis is my hideout in city centreâ you said marking the building
âYou never mentioned another safe house.â Daryl spoke up, you smirked
âA girl needs her secrets.â you handed the pen to Daryl âWhat route did you take to my place?â he lined in his route.
âWhat if theyâre farther?â Carol asked.
âTheyâre not.â you spoke firmly âThey were watching me for long enough they knew when Daryl wouldnât be around which means they made their place comfortable, and I bet a couple of them got injured in the fire, meaning theyâre gonna have to lay low and patch themselves up,â You explained. Your body finally gave way and you fell back on the pillows. The woman jumped to your help, telling the others to go. She made you comfortable in the bed, you drifting off to sleep again not long after.
âHowâd you know theyâre there?â she asked later that evening when you were awake, eating some acorn mush, âHow are you sure?â
You could sense she was worried. âI was in the military before all thisâ you answered. âOur job was to sneak into enemy territory to help our fellow soldiers or civilians. We used to make maps like that, using where our friends got attacked as a central point to where the enemy could be hidingâ she nodded as you explained, though still visibly nervous. âTheyâll be fineâ you tried to reassure her. âIf theyâre not nearby, theyâll have to get through hordes of walkers before theyâll be somewhere safe. Youâre friends will get themâ
She seemed to be reassured, If only a little. âYou know Iâm meant to be looking after you,â she breathed out, a tear sneaking over her cheek. She wiped it away before it could fall. âIâm Laura, by the wayâ
âIâm Y/Nâ
The following morning they all returned, with the exception of Daryl. âYou were rightâ Laura informed you. The âsavioursâ were held up barely a block away and now they were dead.
âWhereâs Daryl?â You asked when Carol visited you.
âHe took off for Alexandriaâ Carol replied. âIâm in charge now.â
âOhâ you spoke, clearly disappointed. Carol ordered Laura to leave, putting you on high alert. She pulled up a chair and looked you in the eyes with a dead stare.
âWhat is your relationship with Daryl?â she asked bluntly. You cocked an eyebrow at her.
âIâm gonna need you to elaborate so I can give you an answer youâd be happy with, Carol.â you replied helpless from the bed. She knew you couldnât run, yet she was putting on this show of bravado? She seemed to accept your request though.
âUp until three days ago we didnât know Daryl had a secret lady hiding in the city. We want to make sure Daryl isnât keeping secrets that can hurt us.â she spoke a little more relaxed now, but still direct. She reminded you of your mother in a way, whenever she noticed a cookie was missing, or later in life, her vodka had been replaced with water.
âSo Rick, Carl, or Tara hadnât mentioned me either?â those names spurred on some recognition. âGuess notâ you sighed, thinking on how to break to this woman you had tried to kill two of her friends. You came to the conclusion that you shouldnât. âI traded with Carl and Rick for some medical supplies. Few months later Tara, Rick, and Daryl stumbled into my area needing help so I did. Darylâs been trading with me since.â
âWhat kind of trade?â she pushed.
âFood,â you answered. âHeâs been feeding me, in return Iâve been getting him stuff. Blankets, bandages, jeans, kidâs shit like bottles, and toys-â
âAnd raincoats with little butterflies on it?â Carol interrupted you. You nodded and whispered a âyeahâ under your breath. âI have a niece called Judith. Sheâs trying to name all the butterflies.â she spoke lovingly of the child and you couldnât help but smile at the thought of a small girl pointing at water-proof butterflies giving them cute names. She probably gave them different names every time she listed them.
The smile faded as you remembered the world isnât that simple anymore. âSo what now?â you asked.
âYouâll stay hereâ Carol ordered. âYouâll do your part, whatever way you can.â
You nodded in agreement âI know this might be a big ask considering we just met but,â you began, taking a big breath to try and stave off the tiredness, âCould I help here? In the hospital. I was a combat medic before this so itâs probably the best way I can help.â
And it could be a great way to weed out who knows who you are and threaten them into keeping their mouth shut, or even shutting it for them.
Your request was granted, under the watchful eye of Laura, and so began your new life at The Sanctuary.
There are those nights where you wake up to the sound of Neganâs calls and sobs in his sleep, other times its the way he shakes and quietly whimpers as heâs holding you tightly in his sleep or its the way his body flips up, ripped out of sleep while shivers let his body erupt.
In those nights the big bad wolf is nothing more than a person whoâs being tortured by their nightmares that combine regrets, painful memories and fears of loss into a horrible and aching mix.
And in those nights, the very only thing that can calm him down and get him out of the painful trance the nightmare has trapped him in is you, your touch and your voice.
Right then all what gives him relieve is the way your arms wrap around him, the way he can bury his tearstained face into the curve of your neck and the way your quiet but soothing voice tells him that everythingâs fine.
Itâs those moments where he lays trembling in your embrace, small sobs still rumbling through his body and his unsteady breath hitting your skin when you realize again how much he trusts you, how much he needs you and how much you both need each otherÂ
When your fingertips brush through his hair, massage his scalp and caress his neck soothingly, thatâs when you feel him calming slowly down, the trembling of his body decreasing while you hear his deep but unsteady and muffled voiceÂ
mumbling those three little words repeatedly, making sure that you know how important you are to him and making sure that those regrets that have followed him in his nightmare wonât ever repeat themselves again.
And when he hears you saying them back, his body relaxes some more as he holds you tightly, as if he wants to assure that no one takes you away from him before you slowly feel his breath becoming slow and steady.
Even if he has fallen asleep, you still continue to let your fingers run through his hair, place small kisses on his skin and stroke over his back and shoulders just to ensure that the nightmare doesnât come back and instead, peaceful sleep encloses him.
And you do all that because you love him, just like he loves you.
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Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy can you do a CarlxReader where Reader is depressed and Carl ends up accidentally hurting her and the end is a soft smut?? thankss..if not its okai
You sit in the window of your room, staring out. There are people bustling about doing different jobs. You see Sasha heading over to the guard tower, ready to take her shift at keeping a lookout while Abraham comes back from his own shift. Maggie is in the farm, checking on the plants and picking whatâs ripe to bring it to the pantry.
You want to be out there with them. You know that you should be, too. Itâs just that recently youâve had zero motivation to do anything. Even finding the energy to go downstairs to eat has been hard, but you do it to make sure nobody worries about you too much. Other days usually arenât this hard, but today everything is hitting you harder than before. Nothing you say to yourself gets you out of the spot youâve made for yourself next to the window. If people understood, theyâd be proud of you for even just crawling out of bed.
Thereâs a loud knock on your door that makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Before you can even call out âWhoâs there?â or âCome in,â Carl comes walking into the room. He seems irritated and you already know that itâs because of you. You and Carl are usually on watch together--the two of you practically do everything else together, too, so it was the obvious choice. You also believe that Rick just doesnât want you to be alone, so he sends Carl there with you.
âWhy arenât you up? Câmon, weâre supposed to be at the right wall in ten minutes!â his tone is harsh. It makes you wince. Even when youâre not feeling so down like this, you hate it when people use a tone like that with you. But now and from Carl no less? It makes you want to curl up and disappear forever.
âI was getting ready,â you mumble. âIâll be there.â He rolls his eye and shakes his head, unbelieving. He walks forward and grabs your arm, prepared to pull you right out of your seat and out the door in just the clothes you were wearing when you went to sleep.
His hand wraps around your wrist and he yanks you hard. A yelp escapes your lips as you trip out of your chair and fall onto your knees. You bite your lip as you fall on your wrist and pain erupts from it.
âOh, shit, y/n,â Carl says, his tone suddenly soft and quiet. âIâm sorry, I donât--â
âItâs fine,â you say, cutting him off, your voice cracking like it always does when youâre about to cry. âJust leave so I can get dressed, okay?â He offers to helps you up, but your push his hand away, getting up by yourself, sending an ache of pain through your wrist. âCarl, leave.â
âNo, y/n,â he says. âIâm sorry. Just forget about guard duty today.â You shake your head, but your mind is telling you to just do it. You know that youâre not going to last long today. Itâll be best for you to just stay here. Plus, youâve now got to get your wrist checked out. Carl notices you holding your wrist and you can see pain flicker in his eyes. âCome here. Please.â You see the plea in his eyes and give in.
He sits down on the bed next to you and takes a look at your wrist. He moves it around a bit and you pull it back, not letting him mess with it more than he already has.
âIâm sorry,â he says again. You nod, not really believing him.
âJust go away.â You lay down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. Carl still stays on the edge of the bed for a few moments before climbing up next to you. He starts to kiss your wrist than slowly makes his way up your arm. You donât look at him, trying to ensure that you wonât fall for his extremely cute tactics. He makes his way to your collarbone and you falter for just a moment, but Carl sees and you can feel him smile against your skin. He continues up your neck, biting you here and there, til he makes it to your lips. By that point, youâre trying your very hardest to at least not look at him, seeing as you failed at the âno smilingâ part.
âYou still want me to go away?â Carl whispers. You feel his warm breath on your skin and it sends chills through you. âAre you not going to answer me?â He slides an arm over your waist. His warm hand rests on your hip.
âNo,â you say, a smirk on your lips. He rolls his eyes and sits up, holding a hand out for you. You give him a questioning look.
âWe do still have guard duty,â he says. You pout and turn away from him. âWe can always come back later.â You smile and climb off the bed.
A/N: So, I have thought about doing this and here it is!! This is a series rewrite for The Walking Dead. I DO NOT own twd or any of the characters. So, no copyright infringement or whatever is intended at all. This is going to be a reader insert and I will do it episode by episode. Some days I may post a couple at a time, and then I might not post it for days on end. Please, let me know what you think of this. And as always, feedback and any kind of CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is welcome. However, if I get any hate, you will be ignored and I wonât post whatever you say. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!! And I will most likely make a separate Masterlist for this specifically that will be linked in the regular Masterlist(eventually). My Request box is always open. This will most likely get gruesome at some point, so if you get queasy by the thought of blood, I suggest you read something of mine that doesnât involve it. Read at your own risk. Thanks for reading!!
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This first part will be a bit of a quick review of who Y/n is and will then get on with how the episode happened
You are Shane Walshâs sister, Y/n Walsh, CIA agent. You had been away from home, on a mission, when the end of the world began. When you made it back to your home from your personal plane, still wearing all your gear, you noticed that Shaneâs things were gone. Or, at least some of them anyways. You searched around the house and found nothing else out of the ordinary. When you were back outside, it was eerily quiet.
âHello?â You said, not too loudly, but not too soft. You had a very bad feeling in your gut, so you went in and made a few go bags. You put weapons in each one from your stash, and put them all on your motorcycle. It wasnât one of the obnoxiously loud ones, so you had always been able to drive it around in your relatively quiet neighborhood. You started her up and took off in search of anyone else. After mere minutes, you found a man, who seemed to be injured, walking in the middle of the street. You slowed to a stop and reached out to his shoulder.
âSirâŚ?â You called out hesitantly, while tapping his shoulder. He turned around and your eyes widened and you let out the breath you didnât realize you were holding. His face, my god, his face. His jaw was unhinged and hanging from his face grotesquely by some skin. His skin was grayed out and his eyes⌠his eyes were clouded over in an unusual and sickly color. You backed away slowly, and he kept coming, while making a breathy groan. You heard a gun go off and saw the blood splatter with little pieces of the pink organ that was his brain. The survivalist part of your brain went into overdrive, beginning to compartmentalize what just happened and how to react. You grabbed your gun from the holster and put it to the head of the man who shot another person.
âWhat the hell was that?â You ask, taking deep breaths to keep your cool.
âThat was a walker that wouldâve bitten ya and turned ya into one of them. And I would appreciate it, if you wouldnât mind lowering your weapon.â He said, and you obliged, but didnât put it away.
âWhat, if I may ask, is a walker? And why would he bite me and turn me?â You ask, perplexed.
âYou havenât been around much have you? The walkers, used to be people. And they died, but then they came back. And all they want to do once they come back, is get food, and turn others in the process. They donât care about anything but that, and they cannot speak. They are dull minded creatures as well, but are strong.â He replied, and you nodded your head, seeing as that would be the only solution as to why he would try to bite you.
âOkay, well, strength in numbers yeah? Allies?â You offered, and put your hand out. He looked at it before looking back at your face. âListen, you donât seem the type to be completely alone, and I have weapons and perishables. We look out for each other and I can find food for the three of us, how does that sound?â He nods and shakes your hand.
Over the days, Morgan told you about the walkers and how the world went to shit. He had a son named Duane, who only seemed to be about 10-12 years old. You showed them both a few moves to help defend themselves, and you all shared the food and water that you had. The days afterwards, you all found out that there was a man roaming the street. Duane had hit him and almost literally knocked him out. Since you had a more than normal experience and training with treating wounds, you fixed the man up while he was unconscious. You had been resting and taking a watch when you Duane came up to you and told you tht he wasnât bitten, and that it was time for dinner. You smiled before retiring downstairs. The man was there and he stared at you quizzically.
âY/n?â He asked. Your eyebrows knitted together before you responded.
âYeah? Do I know you?â You responded with a question of your own.
âNo, but I knew your brother. You and I had never been introduced, because of work, but your brother and I were partners.â He replied.
âSo youâre The Rick Grimes Iâve heard so much about from Shane? Huh. Have you seen him? Iâve been away for a long time and his stuff was missing from the house.â You said, and watched as his expression fell.
âNo, I havenât. I have no idea if heâs alive, or even if my wife and child are alive. See, I got shot on duty, and I assume shortly after, many things changed.â He said.
âOh. Well, Iâm sorry.â You say, and thatâs when you were interrupted by Morgan telling you both to get a move on and eat before dinner got cold. You all ate and Morgan began the process of explaining the new world to him. Even through the short time of being with them, Duane looked up to you as a motherly figure. Whenever he had had a nightmare, he would sometimes come to you instead of his father. And the both of you were okay with it, it was just a little weird. So when the car alarm went off, he had jolted awake, but you and Morgan both put a hand on each of his shoulders and he was instantly calm. Morgan got up with Rick to look out, while you turned the lights off. After a minute, Duane got up and thatâs when he saw her, his mother, walking up to the house. He came over and he was beginning to sob. Loudly. You reached your arms out to him and lifted him up and had him in your lap, cradling and rocking him. His father grabbed a pillow and told him to cry into it, because he needed to be quieter. Rick went to the door and was looking out there when the doorknob began its turning. You leaned your head back against the wall you were propped up against, and you soon fell asleep.
You all had woken up and eaten a little something and Rick checked again if they were actually dead, before proceeding to use the baseball bat to bludgeon the walkers head in. You all went and made your way to the Sheriffâs station, and found that the water was working. You all took showers, and changed your clothes. Rick went to the gun storage and grabbed all the guns and ammunition. They were put into bags and taken out to the cars. You had decided to go with Rick to Atlanta because your brother could be there. You took Duane to the side before talking to him, and letting him know that youâll find each other again. And that he should look out for Morgan. He hugged you one last time before going with his father. You followed Rick on your motorcycle and stopped with him when his car ran out of gas. He told you he managed to get on the emergency channel but no one responded. You both walked up to the house. He looked around while you were scanning the surrounding area. He didnât find what he wanted or needed, so he went over to the truck that was there, yet there were no keys. But, there was a horse that he managed to get calm and took the horse as his transportation. You had managed to make it to Atlanta, but it was barren. You knew something was wrong, as you had seen many military protocols for something like this. I no one was around, then they were most likely dead.
âRick! We need to go. This isnât right. Somethingâs happened and if there are even the few walkers that weâve seen, then Iâm betting that there will be more of them just around a corner. And I intend on leaving, with or without you. And if you get hurt, it will be because of your own stupidity.â You state, and then turn your bike around, and begin to leave. But then, you heard the sound of a horde. âDammit!â You take off the other direction of the horde of walkers. You had managed to evade them, but when you made it to the highway, Rick wasnât even with you. You decided to go and get a vantage point with your things, and left the highway without your motorcycle to be quiet, and went back to get Rick.
