Y/N was in a special unit but she was bitten so they tried an experimental treatment on her, the virus was stopped but she had bloodshot eyes, black veins all over her body and increased aggression and less ability to talk more growls but the infected don't notice her when she's around.
She runs away from her brother, but he convinces her to come with him.
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Rick Grimes- find a way
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BROTHER! Rick Grimes
Post-infected reader
Rick Grimes
The moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light filtering through the twisted branches of the barren trees. You could hear the faint rustling of leaves, each sound amplified in the heavy silence of the world that surrounded you.
You had once been part of a special unit, proud and trained, but the bite had changed everything. It was a nightmare—once human, now straddling the line between survival and something monstrous.
The experimental treatment had saved your life, but it had left you more beast than person. Bloodshot eyes, black veins like gnarled roots spiraling across your pale skin, and an unsettling growl that replaced words.
Tonight, you were running away from your brother Rick, who had cared for you with an intensity that made your heart ache. You could feel him close behind as you darted through the remnants of what used to be civilization, but you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to hurt him, and you couldn’t bear to have him look at you with those eyes full of worry and love.
With each step you took, anger and fear coiled tighter in your chest. You glanced back briefly, catching a glimpse of his familiar figure shadowed by the moonlight- a pillar of strength, always brave, always careful.
“Stop!”
He called, voice thick with desperation, breaking the stillness of the night.
But you didn’t stop. You kept running, the weight of his concern trailing behind you like a haunting whisper.
You had become something else. Something dangerous. You brushed past the remnants of a crumbled street, the echoes of the past whispering secrets you no longer understood.
Rick wasn’t like the others, the ones who had succumbed to the virus. He could always see you- his sister, the one he fought for. The thought made your pulse race, a painful reminder of the love you wanted to reject for both of your sakes.
As the infection spread through the world, Rick’s world, you had become an unwanted weapon, a living danger lurking within the shadows.
“Please! You... don’t understand!”
You felt the words bubbling up, but in this wretched state, all that escaped your lips was a low, deep growl. It sent shivers down your spine, and you clenched your jaw shut, refusing to acknowledge the truth- you were losing yourself.
Rick's footsteps grew louder, and it lit a fire of panic within you. You didn’t want him to catch you. The thought of him seeing you in this state made your insides twist with a primal urge to hide.
But even as you ran, you could hear his comforting voice cutting through darkness.
“I won’t leave you! You’re still my sister! We’ll find a way!”
The relentless pounding of your heart echoed with every growl that reverberated in your throat. Instinctively, you knew that the infected didn’t see you as one of their own.
They passed by, oblivious, but only because you controlled the monstrous side of yourself, the side that wanted to rend and tear. If Rick were to come close, if he were to truly see the horror that was now you, there would be no way to reassure him.
You hurtled through the void, branches clawing at your arms. The truth flooded your mind- the experimental treatment hadn’t eradicated the virus; it had transformed it, refined it into something that twisted your very humanity.
You hadn’t asked for this battle; you hadn’t chosen this path. The growls emerged, and as you reached the edge of a dilapidated building, you heard Rick bark your name again, filled with both fear and determination.
“Please! Just let me help you!”
Your feet slowed, the instinct to flee stalling as his voice wrapped around you like a familiar embrace. Torn between the ferocity growing within and the warmth of familial love, you gasped, the remnants of your humanity surfacing.
In that very moment, you turned to face him.
Shoulders squared, chest heaving, bloodshot eyes locked onto his, you growled again- a low, instinctual response to the fear that clawed at you. But beneath that growl, the fragmented pieces of you screamed for help, for understanding.
Rick took a cautious step forward, his jaw tight but his eyes unwavering.
“You’re not a monster...”
He said, voice steady, holding your gaze like a lifeline.
“You’re my sister. Whatever happened, we can face it together.”
You felt the weight of his words, the truth they carried. And yet, the tears that you couldn’t allow to surface burned from within. Rick drew nearer, a beacon of hope shining through the murky fog of your existence, and it began to crack the hardness pooling around your heart.
With a sudden rush of energy, you fell to your knees, the growl subsiding as anguish rippled through you. Your vision blurred, the black veins pulsing like dark rivers beneath your skin.
“I-I don’t want to hurt you..”
You finally managed to whisper, your voice raw and quivering, a faint echo of the sister he remembered.
Rick knelt before you, the distance between you closing like a bridge forming across an abyss.
“You won’t hurt me. We’re in this together. I swear it.”
The deep-rooted instinct that had driven you into isolation began to ease. You felt the layers of fear start to peel away.
Yes, you were different, yes, there was darkness creeping inside you, but there was still a flicker of light- a bond forged through love and resilience.
As you looked up at him, your heart full of conflicting emotions, you understood that if you were going to fight against what the world had made you become, you wouldn’t do it alone.
“Okay. I’ll… I’ll come with you.”
You managed to say before another growl ripped it's way out of your chest. Rick didn't back out. He just stood there, looking at you.
Rick smiled, a mixture of relief and pride lighting up his face.
“Let’s find a way to make it through this. Together.”
And as you stood to face the chaos ahead, the shadows breathing around you, they faded just a little, replaced by the bond of family. The last remnant of hope in a world gone dark. It was time to reclaim who you were, and with Rick by your side, you would find a way.
I hope you liked this one!! I really adored this theme, it's so unique and cool. Remember guys, I write for a lot of characters/fandoms and requests are always open!
Thinking about writing a story about a girl, who's surviving by pure luck in the middle of TWD apocalypse and then meeting our survivors... Also she has an orange cat. Well, a mountain lion she met along. ( IF Ezekiel could have a tiger, she can have a mountain lion right)
Here is the official Masterlist for my very first writing challenge!
Participants were sent a GIF with the character of their choosing, along with an original line of dialogue. Their job was to create a story based on that GIF (including the sentence prompt given to them).
I'm so incredibly proud of everyone who took part in this! There's honestly so much talent in this little community, I'm so honored to be a part of it.
Check out these awesome stories and be sure to show these authors lots of love!
xx Jess
(P.S. This challenge took place a while back and I don't think I received everyone's submissions, but here's what I was able to compile as of now! If you were involved in the challenge and haven't finished your story, absolutely no rush! Whenever you finish, be sure to tag me so I can add it to this Masterlist! If you did write it and don't see it on the list, please reach out so I can add it :D)
"Comparisons" (Daryl x Reader) - @puppypopcornpizza
"Made For It" (Daryl x Jesus) - @swallowedflashlight
"Welcome Home" (Merle x OC) - @stardust-walker
"Mind" (Tara x Reader) - @chaotic-gary-king-stan
"Right Here, Right Now" (Daryl x Reader) - @phoenixblack89
"New Family" (Father Figure!Daryl x Reader) - @chiliiscereal
"Brother's Keeper" (Daryl x Reader) - @rhyatt-deauxtreve
"Silent World" (Father Figure!Daryl x Reader) - @chiliiscereal
"Just Stay Tonight" (Daryl x GN/NB!Reader) - @pulplorrd
"We're Gonna Make It" (Daryl x Reader) - @unlockyourmind-wp
"I'm Not Here To Hurt You" (Daryl x OC) - @one-shot-plus-size
Summary: King County, Georgia. In a small town like that, where everyone knows everyone, people can get pigeon-holed into personalities that aren’t their own. Daryl Dixon was a troublemaker, a good-for-nothing, redneck kid who would grow up to be just like his dad. Drinking too much, smoking too much, and cheating his way through life. But Daryl isn’t any of the things people say he is and you're willing to shoulder the burden of their judgement when you find yourself falling for him.
A/N: This is an AU and a rewrite of my previous series Gorgeous & Georgia combined into one. Enjoy.
If Andrea or Jessie had lived Do you think Richonne would have still happen? I'm sorry its not a caryl question I'm just curious about your opinions on Richonne, Jessie and Andrea.
Ooh a Richonne-like question. I like Richonne!
Hmm 🤔 kinda hard question. Very what if ..AU. So first of all we're talking tv versions and not comic's.
Uh ok so if Andrea lived ... I think if we still had darabont showrunning we would had Rick and Andrea as a couple. He seems very set to the comic books. Mazara...killed her off at the last minute I think. I was upset with that. I didn't like Andrea that much but felt she deserve better. But Andrea being around in s4, I think it would really change the show under Gimple's direction. Idk about Rick/Andrea. It's also that Andrea died and her comic version plots were spread to Carol, Michonne and Sasha. But there's also a thing of writers could not have Andrea be so similar to comic Andrea later on. Idk I think it would be a really different show.
Also from Gimple's writing, he noticed and liked the idea of Richonne. Maybe it depends on if Gimple liked Richonne story potential and chemistry more or him wanting to go by the comics more. Whichever he wanted. Oh! imo I think it still would be Richonne to be canon. well I mean I would ship them, because Andrea had relationships with governor and Shane, who are like villians of the show and to Rick. It's unfortunately it like makes it hard to root for Andrea and Rick or even to predict that to happen based on what the writers did. Seems like it's not something to root for? for Rick a leading man to be with. Also s3 they were separated a lot while Richonne got to know each other and at the same place. Richonne were bonding and were interesting together.
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So if Jessie had lived in s6. Its hard to think of it. She's very minor character to me. If she lived I think she would die later on. I think if she lived for another season, the Rick/Jessie plot would drag out and I think idk Gimple would really explore Rick being mentally unhealthy and rebounding n missing Lori. I think Richonne would still happen but become canon later on..or differently. I think Gimple always had in mind to want Richonne to be endgame.
(Fluff and violence, that’s about all you can expect. Enjoy <3 Also S9 Spoilers)
You sat yourself down on the infirmary’s second bed, sucking in a breath. Your shoulder hung a bit loose from its dislocation and your left forearm pulsed with pain, it was screaming. Your bone had been shattered from your hard fall. You rested it over your thighs, which were as sore as they came. Your knees had been bleeding so your pants were soaked with blood from that area down. It was safe to say you were trashed.
Your neck was limp as you stared at your lap. Little droplets began to fall onto your forearm then. You had begun to cry, you wished you had been dreaming, but you hadn’t. You started to let out small whimpers then out came small cries of pain.
You had just lost one of your best friends. Someone you had loved so deeply. He was like a brother, like real family, something you hadn’t had for a very long time. You knew there was nothing you could have done, but no matter how you thought about it, you were somehow partially to blame. You just wished you were brave, but you really weren’t.
You had gone out with Daryl, Aaron and Jesus, whom you were all close with, to find Eugene who had been missing. After Rosita had returned in bad shape, you knew Eugene had to be in a world of hurt even without her informing you.
Eugene was found under the floorboards of a shed not too deep in the woods. The trap door was covered with a mountain hay, incredibly clever. He was found with a dislocated knee, no fun at all.
On your expedition, you saw something very strange, very strange. Something you had all never seen before. Walkers had never acted in such a way before. They seemed to be acting very…intelligently. You didn’t shrug it off, but it was not as important as finding your friend. Daryl set up an alarm for the things to pay attention to in the field they resided in as you continued to search. You roamed until nightfall until Daryl’s dog finally caught a scent.
You were led into a medium sized shed in the woods, and that was where you found Eugene. This was where you called out for Eugene and found him underneath the hay in the trap door. The perfect place to lie low. It was difficult to move him given his knee. He had disclosed some disturbing information about the herd you had just seen, but you all assumed he was just blabbering.
You soon came to find that that may have not been blabber. The herd did indeed to seem to have an agenda. To find you. Eugene attempted to give explanations, but to no avail. The herd was following behind quick and you all had to act fast, Eugene insisted to stay behind, but like hell were you leaving him. Daryl stayed behind to distract the herd as the rest of you continued your track home.
The herd did not stop to observe Daryl’s distraction of firecrackers. Their moans and growls followed you close behind, and the smell was ripe. Through fog, you came upon a graveyard and chose to go in, the brittle and broken brick walls hopefully slowing them. Yet the plan didn’t work much at all. As you struggled to lift Eugene over the opposite wall you chose to turn and fight as they closed in, appearing out from the fog. Your moves that you had learned from both Aaron and Jesus came in hand as you kicked and pushed, large ribbed dagger in hand. Jesus fought well with his sword and Eugene was still able to do damage.
And behind the fence, which you had tried to dig under, you heard a familiar voice. It was Michonne. Thank god, it was Michonne! You, Eugene and Michonne pushed at the gate together, a few of her allies along with. Slowly the gate began to open, pushing the compact dirt with it. You let out the smallest of relieved breaths before you fell, getting your arm stuck in the gate, when you pulled it back you yelled out in pain, momentarily, but got back up. You felt the pain in your shoulder and forearm, it was white hot. Your knees wobbled and you held your forearm, trting to see if you could move it. It was limp. Aaron quickly arrived behind you and you heard him yell for Jesus and you immediately joined. Both your eyes widened as you saw him stabbed. He cried out before was still, then fell to the ground. You screamed from behind the gate, frozen in place for an unacceptable amount of time. After you snapped out of it, you ran back into the fight in a rage, practically throwing your strong around as you knocked walkers down one by one. Once the scene fell silent, you watched Aaron kneel next to your friend’s motionless body. Your face was stiff with anger as your eyes filled with tears.
You heard Daryl’s voice behind you, but you were reluctant to turn. You fell to your knees. You let out huff. Trying to hold it together. When you saw Aaron look up, you finally turned.
Laying on the ground was no walker; it was a man. Your clenched your jaw as you began to hear whispering.
“Circle round.”
You quickly rose. In a fighting stance.
“Dieeee now.”
Daryl’s dog began to bark. Michonne ordered the group to leave. You were reluctant as Daryl stayed behind. You reached for his arm, but he was already continuing the fight.
You watched as Jesus’ body was lifted. You were helpless then, helpless the whole time.
Daryl and Michonne covered you all as you ran, closing and locking the gate behind you. You left running. You were ooutta there.
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And that was the story of how you got where you were, how pathetic you turned out to be in all of this, as scary as it was. You would mind reliving it before…before the cemetery,,,before Eugene.
You began to weep as you replayed the whole thing in your head. The dirt on your face resided in the tears that had fallen. You bit your entire bottom lip in hopes of quieting yourself. As the sun shined from the outside in, you looked up to see who had walked in the door.
It was Daryl, but you let your head fall back down, not even trying to look at him,
“I don’t know what to do.”
You felt the bed move as he sat beside you. Your small cries threatened to return, but you wouldn’t let them. You hadn’t dealt with this much pain before. You remembered when you lost Rick, but this was so much different for you. This felt more real for some reason. You really saw it happen.
“You don’t have to sit with me.”
You spoke again, words incredibly pained. You were embarrassed. Looking weak was not something you enjoyed doing. You began to take control of your breaths then, but it was difficult.
You soon felt an arm around you, but it was gentle. You let out a small hiss because of your shoulder and he pulled his arm back.
“No, it’s okay.”
You looked up to see a saddened Daryl, hair covering his eyes. He rested his arm around you, but this time it was just behind your upper back. He wasn’t speaking, but you understood why. Your eyes looked from your arm to his face down and back, not knowing what to do or say, so you just hugged him with your strong arm, twisting your body to face him.
You thought it appropriate for him to cry, but he didn’t. That just wasn’t who he was. You had a lot to say, but you just couldn’t say it. Words of comfort, but you weren’t sure if he wanted them. You assumed not.
“Might as well get this over with.”
He finally spoke, which surprised you. You both pulled back from your embrace.
“Get what over with?”
He took ahold of your shoulder and your bicep but didn’t even give you a glance before shoving your upper arm back into the socket of your shoulder. You let out a yell.
“DARYL”
Your mouth was agape as you stared at him. Angry. He quickly moved his hand across his face, getting his hair out of the way so he could look at you fully. A small smirk was on his face.
“You’re a bastard.”
You scowled at him. Though you wouldn’t lie. There was now a small lack of pain. You slowly shrugged your shoulder, grunting.
“You’re welcome.”
He said simply, as if he did you a favor, which he did, but he gave you no warning, it wasn’t exactly something you enjoyed.
“Yeah, thanks…”
Your tone was sarcastic and harsh, but the smirk on his face made you do the same, but only for a moment before the tears returned. You could barely feel joy right now. You looked down again, sucking in a breath.
“I’m so so- “
He pulled you in for a hug. Your face buried in his neck. Though you didn’t return the gesture, it warmed your heart. He rubbed your back slowly, which calmed you down.
The sigh you let out was shaky, but it was obvious what he did helped you and hopefully that let him know.
You and Daryl were as close as you could be, but he would always be a mystery. You cherished moments like these because this was a side he never showed to anyone.
He pulled away after a few minutes, causing you to sniffle in surprise.
“You should lie down.”
He got up, observing your face. You wondered yourself how you looked. You assumed it wasn’t good. Your eyes were bloodshot, and your hair was filthy.
“You can’t stay?”
“Nah,”
You frowned, but understood, laying down and getting comfortable, head on the pillow.
“But I’ll be back.”
He assured you. He leaned down as you nodded, kissing you on the forehead. You blushed profusely. He’s never done that before. You could not say you minded it.
“I’ll get the doc.”
Was all he said before leaving. You observed the angel wings on his vest as he walked out, leaving you to suffer in the lonely silence. You were safe, yes, but having him with you was the only way you really felt like that was the case.
You relaxed then, resting your arm on your stomach. You let your tired eyes fall shut and fell into a deep sleep.
Summary: After a while of growing his beard, Negan decides it’s time for a change.
Words: more than 10
Warnings: swearing
“You know how much I love it though. Pretty please don’t do this.” You pouted.
“Mm I know you do doll, but it’s go to go for a while. It’s getting to be too much, especially with this fucking heat wave we’d been dealing with.” Negan explained.
You sighed in defeat. “Fine. But you’ll grow it back eventually right?”
He scratched at his salt and pepper beard. “Course baby, how else am I supposed to keep my face warm in the winter?”
Negan shot you a wink before making his way to the bathroom you shared. Instinctively, your feet followed him. It was strange how much you needed to be near Negan. The two of you spent the majority of the day together and only parted when Negan had tasks to attend to. In many ways your husband seemed like a security blanket for you. He was, after all the only person you trusted completely. Despite his behavior outside of the Sancturary, you still found comfort in his presence.
In the bathroom Negan stood in front of the mirror, his lank figure blocking your own reflection.
“You still gonna find me hot after it’s gone?” Negan joked.
He ran his hands through the running water from the sink and wet his cheeks.
“Well just have to wait and see.”
Negan next reached for the can of shaving off the shelf but you snatched it before he could grab it.
“Whatcha doing sweet thing?” He asked, confusion furrowing his brow.
“I wanna help.” You popped the top off the can and dispensed a generous amount of cream into the palm of your hand.
“You seriously want to help me fucking shave?” He chuckled.
You shrugged. “Yea! Why not?”
“Alright but you better not put any cuts on this handsome face.”
With that, you slowly spread the shaving cream across Negan’s cheeks and jaw line. For some reason you tried to make it like a massage, moving in slow circles. Once his face was lathered up, Negan grabbed the straight razor off the shelf. He flicked the blade out with a snap of his wrist.
“Careful now, Y/N. Be gentle.”
Negan handed you the blade and tilted his head to the side.
You tried to calculate the best place to start. Hell, you’d never shaved a face before. “I- uh, where...”
Negan senses your apprehension. He grabbed your hand, guiding it to his defined jawline. “Just start here baby. Go up and against the grain, always against the grain.”
Following his instructions, you glided the blade upwards against his cheek. Wiping the shaving cream off the blade with a towel you went in for another stroke.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Negan smiled.
You didn’t say it but you were quite proud at how well you were doing. That was until you got to his upper lip and chin. You pulled the blade away.
“Ugh, I don’t want hurt you. Here, you finish.” You caved, handing him the razor.
“You were doing a fine job baby girl. You just missed a couple spots.” Negan said.
He quickly finished the job, revealing a cleanly shaved Negan. He smiled that shit eating grin at you through the mirror.
“Alright, moment of truth. How do I look?”
Resting your chin against your hand, you studied his new look like you were observing a painting in an art museum. After a moment of thought you gave him an answer.
“Where’s my Negan? Cause MY Negan has a beard that makes him oh so sexy.”
Negan grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you into him. “Oh it’s the same old Negan, just devishly handsome in a different way.”
He planted a passionate kiss against your lips. His lips were the same as you’d always known but his cheeks were soft and smooth. It was strange not to have Negan’s beard tickling your face, but you didn’t mind this new feeling. You let your hands wander across his cheeks and jaw. For the first time in a long time you were experiencing a new side of Negan you hadn’t seen before.
You pulled away from Negan and smiled. “I approve. Clean shaven looks good on you.”
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