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Hey! Thank you, maybe dating Alex would include, once you've watched it?
As always, my requests are open and I’d love to hear from you guys. I thought these headcanons would be super sweet since he seemed so sweet on the show.
Dating Alex Winthrop would include:
Him helping you with your history work from school.
Pulling him from his grandfather’s office when you want to eat something
Sweet kisses to get his attention.
Him speaking all sorts about antiques that you don’t understand but like to hear him speak about.
Getting close to his grandfather while you both spend time with him.
Meeting after school to go to a coffee shop and sit having a cute date.
Being confused when he tells you that a police officer had shown up at his grandfather’s house to ask for help.
Sweet cheek kisses between the two of you when you think his parents/grandfather isn’t looking.
When you come back and your post has been liked by @socktrollqueen, someone you look up to and have read so much from and you nearly die from excitement!
When you come back and your post has been liked by @socktrollqueen, someone you look up to and have read so much from and you nearly die from excitement!
Being a single father and Steve Rogers in love with you headcanons please
So I’m going to do this as a gender-neutral headcanon instead of a father so that it could be applicable to everyone, and I’ve given you one son and one daughter. I hope that’s okay!
Requests remain open!
You living across the hall from him after Sharon moves out.
One of your children running into Steve as you both run upstairs after picking them up from school.
You profusely apologising until you meet his eyes and all you can do is smile awkwardly at him as you usher your children away.
You not thinking that he would want to be with you because you have children and he would have to be a part of their lives too.
Running into him a little more often, not realising that he is the one who orchestrates that by knowing what time you and your children come home.
Steve pretending that he’s conveniently off running every time you come home just so that he can run into you.
You trying not to get distracted by him in tight t-shirts appearing in your stairwell so often.
Steve getting confused and disappointed when your children are walked home by the babysitter and thinking that you’re not single.
Sam catching on to the way that Steve waits until you come home for their run to start and making jibes at him because of that, knowing what was going on between the two of you.
Sam encouraging Steve to get up the courage to ask you out but Steve’s convinced that you’ll be too busy to date him.
Steve eventually asking you on a date for coffee and you agreeing almost before he’s got through the conversation.
You going on a coffee date at somewhere that Natasha had suggested when she could read his face so quickly when she was teasing him over how he should get a date.
The date going very well and you scheduling a dinner before you even get home.
Awkward doorstep kisses because it’s both of your doorsteps and neither of you quite want to leave each other’s company.
Steve meeting your children ‘officially’ as your boyfriend after a few months and them not really understanding but being glad that they get to see him more.
Your son testing his strength by holding onto his arms and making Steve carry him around.
Him staying in your apartment a few times and your daughter not liking that he gets more attention than her sometimes when you’re watching a movie.
Quiet making out and sex to make sure that you don’t wake the children.
Awkward times when you think the children are moving around in the house and you’re making out on the couch.
Steve making pancakes and your children deciding that was better than any breakfast you could make for them.
Hey! ^^ 🌸🌹 Seeing that requests are open,would it be okay to request some fluffy HCs for Ramsay Bolton,Jaime Lannister,Sandor Clegane and Margaery Tyrell with a Shy S/O who gives them a flower crown and hugs them? ^//^ Thank you so much :3 Have some flowers~🌸💐🌹
So I did these as a shorter set of headcanons so that you would get everyone you requested :)
Requests are still open!
Imagine the characters with a shy s/o who gives them a flower crown and hugs them.
Ramsay Bolton
Ramsay is unused to getting these types of things from people without him demanding them first.
He’s unused to S/Os who want to be around him and give him this kind of attention.
He would be confused at what was being given to him at first due to seeing flowers as girly and a little disgusting.
When he put it on his head he noted that you were grinning back at him and he was pulled into a hug he couldn’t help but smile back.
He pats you on your shoulder and shows a level of true thanks later.
Jaime Lannister
Jaime is reluctant to take anything crown-like from you in public.
He doesn’t want to be the King since he knows he’s not suited for that but tries to show thanks to you.
He explains to you why he can’t accept it now and pulls you into a hug to apologise.
You regift it to him later in his quarters and he accepts it, ducking his head down for you to put it on his head.
He shows his gratitude with a kiss to you.
He wears the crown around you until the flowers die.
Sandor Clegane
Sandor would be shocked that he was with someone who had such fragile gestures around him.
He would be reluctant to put the flower crown on, not wanting to be ridiculed more by anyone around.
When he realises that you are sad over him not wearing the flower crown he wears it when he’s in your shared home.
You hug him and he wraps a large arm around you to pull you up against him when you do this.
When you kiss his cheek he just chuckles, looking away to try and hide his blush from you.
Margaery Tyrell
She would be very flattered but see it more as a gesture towards her house when she was gifted the flower crown in public by you.
She wouldn’t be able to think of much apart from her grandmother’s words in mocking their house sigil.
When her s/o hugs her, she realises it was a gesture of love and kisses her s/o on the cheek.
She wears it around you and is happy to wear it and nothing else around her s/o.
She places herself in your lap and switches the flower crown between the two of you before kissing you and thanking you thoroughly for the crown.
Jokingly calling herself ‘your queen’ as she drapes herself across you.
(Thank you for the request! This contains some NSFW headcanons. My requests continue to be open!)
Him struggling massively with his feelings as he was always told that love was between a woman and a man, not a man and a man.
You admitting your feelings to him and not being surprised when he says nothing back to you.
After a while Daryl comes to you one night and confesses that he feels the same, looking visibly awkward at the confession to you like he doesn’t know what to do with himself now.
You leaning in to peck him on the lips, and him looking like a deer caught in headlights at your reaction.
You asking him to be your boyfriend, and him just nodding.
Taking everything very slowly, and letting him set the pace for the two of you.
Being very shocked when after a few months with him he asks if you want to stay the night.
Cooking for you both in his house, and having a proper meal with him as if it were a date.
Laughing at every joke he makes while you’re cooking.
Getting into bed and sleeping while spooning with him, with him being the little spoon because he prefers facing the room while he sleeps.
Him getting awkward when you wake up with a boner against him, and you apologising profusely for embarrassing him.
Him getting nervous at that and not knowing how he feels about what happened, but being slightly aroused at him being able to do that to you.
You being really domestic in the morning with him.
Falling sleep sat next to him with your head on his shoulder, and ending up staying nights with him when you do.
Getting more comfortable with each other until Daryl confesses to you that he wants to be with you completely.
Going to bed with him and slowly undressing each other, making sure that if he has any doubts at all you could stop it.
Sucking him off and him nearly melting into the bed, moaning the whole time like he’s never had anything like that.
Grinding against him with your hand holding your cocks together, turning him into a completely writhing mess.
Him being uncomfortable at the prospect of penetration and you being fine with that, just happy to be with him in any way.
You coming out as a couple to the group and them being very happy for the two of you, but very shocked none the less.
Being disabled introduced to Bucky by Sam and Steve in a blind date (headcanons please :))
(A/N: Thank you for the request! I’m loving the diversity I’m getting here. As always, requests continue to be open.)
You not really dating due to some bad experiences recently.
Bucky not really wanting to date because he wasn’t sure how people would react to his arm, but being convinced by Steve to go on just one with you.
Sam and Steve talking about the two of you, before they come up with the bright idea of matchmaking the two of you.
Sam asking some of the veterans at his counselling for their favourite disabled friendly restaurants, and organising for the two of you to meet there.
Bucky being visibly nervous, but when he sees you in your wheelchair he is stunned because Steve hadn’t mentioned that to him, but he relaxes when your eyes meet and you smile at him.
You being pleasantly surprised when he doesn’t mention your wheelchair, because it had been a long time since it wasn’t the first thing someone said.
Him not knowing how to react and just reaching out to shake your hand, which you do with a slight chuckle, which he finds very endearing.
You both ordering awkwardly before you get around to less awkward chit chat and start to hit it off when you talk about Sam and Steve setting you up.
Both of you stalling coffee and desserts because you don’t want the date to end.
Pulling him down for a hug as you say a goodbye, and exchanging numbers last minute, as you both nearly forgot.
Arranging a second date in the next few days.
Excited texts to Steve from Bucky, and to Sam from you, and both of them sitting together comparing the texts.
Once you get more comfortable with each other, the two of you becoming a sarcastic force to be reckoned with.
The dates quickly blossoming into a relationship, and no one is surprised when you confirm that the two of you are together.
(A/N: I am loving all of these requests. Thank you to everyone who has been requesting, and as always, requests are still open.)
Him always being understanding with you from the word go, with his counselling knowledge.
Him getting low level annoyed when people talk to him as if you aren’t there, but never saying it out loud to you, just correcting people or referring them back to you.
Him spinning you both until you get dizzy.
Sam not being afraid to ask questions about your disability, since most people seem to view it as taboo.
Over time, him starting to get more annoyed at other people for treating you like you’re a child more than you do.
Instead of carrying you in a bridal carry, one day he put you in a fireman’s lift as a joke and it stuck ever since.
Sitting in Sam’s lap with your back against the arm of your sofa.
One of Sam’s favourite things being with you in the shower, and sometimes you both spending hours in the shower, with sometimes it being sexual, and sometimes it not being at all.
Sometimes his friends commenting on how he never helps you with anything, but him knowing that you never want help unless you ask him.
You having an agreement in the house that neither of you are afraid to ask each other for anything, so you both knowing that you’re completely open as a couple.
Hours of cuddling in bed, and whining when he goes for a run.
Him wanting to get a pet, and when you get a cat, it curling up in your lap on your wheelchair so it doesn’t even have to follow you around for attention.
Giving him lifts around your home when he’s tired and bruised from a mission.
Sam giving you affectionate kisses on your forehead, and your equivalent being kissing his hand when you go past him.
You being a very affectionate couple, and being that couple that everyone sees as being perfect.
Daryl finding out that you only have one leg and then smut afterwards
Request: “Daryl findingout that you only have one leg and then smut afterwards” I’ve writtenthis as a female reader. I can only guess that’s what you wanted, but if anyonewants a male reader insert they’re welcome to
Summary: You are an able survivor, and awell-respected member of the group. You and Daryl have been getting closersince his return, but no one in your group knows about your leg, until you andDaryl find yourself in a compromising position.
Word Count: 3200
Warnings: NSFW, ridiculously briefdescription of a traumatic event that happened long ago, unprotected sex.
Days passed as they usually did around the camp, withnext to nothing happening apart from occasionally going to clear walkers from aroundthe walls of Alexandria when you felt like the noise was bringing them closer.Not that it was the key issue at the current time, but the constant flow ofsurvivors from the other groups seemed to just be bringing more and morewalkers to Alexandria. The vans that the Saviours drove to your home made a lotmore noise than anything else in the area and everyone knew that it only drewthe things closer than before and you had a lot more around the walls than youever did before.
Most of the time since the run in with the Saviours, youkept around Alexandria whilst everyone else went out on runs. Occasionally you’dgo with Daryl before this, but since he’d been taken by the Negan and theSaviours, it hadn’t felt right to be on a run with anyone else. Since you weremore than willing to stay in Alexandria, you’d made a deal with Rick that youwould keep your home safe from Walkers whilst they went to collect suppliesready to give their tribute when the Saviors did come to you.
Due to everything that had gone on, you’d never quite gotaround to telling anyone about your disability. It wasn’t something obvious,and you’d lived with it for so long that it wasn’t a noticeable thing. No onewould even know that you had a prosthetic leg unless you told them, and it hadbeen so long how that you didn’t feel like you could tell them without someonefeeling like you’d betrayed them, and you wouldn’t know how people closer tolike Daryl would take it. You were worried that they would be angry that youhadn’t told them such an important part of your life.
Daryl being away definitely had some kind of effect onyou, and you didn’t feel as happy when he wasn’t with you all. It felt like abig part of your group was missing, and that someone who you could vent yourfeelings to had gone away. Not that you tended to talk too much, but when youand Daryl had gone hunting in the past, anything that needed to be said betweenyou had been said. If anything was bothering either of you, you would tell him,knowing that it was safe with him. That being said, you would never haveadmitted to him that you found him attractive in any way, and you couldn’treally read him, so you had no idea if he thought of you as more than a friend.
It had been a victorious day in your community when Rickand Aaron had come back from their run with more supplies than you’d seen inmonths. Knowing that Negan was going to have half of the supplies did put aslight dampener on the fact, but it was a good day none the less. Made onlybetter by the impromptu return of Daryl. You had missed him dreadfully, andwhen you saw each other you could barely hold yourself back from hugging himstraight away. Luckily, you didn’t have to, but you struggled to let him go fromyour embrace, and he seemed just as happy to see you as you were to him.
You broke apart from each other as he had to go and seeRick, and with a whisper to you that promised to see you later. You couldn’twait to see him again already. How you’d lasted for so long without him you hadno clue. Now you had him back you didn’t want to let him go ever again. Youknew that wasn’t quite feasible but you couldn’t help how you felt.
Waiting for him in your home was getting a bitmind-numbing. You wanted him to come to your home as soon as he could, andalthough you knew he was probably sharing very important information with Rickabout the Saviours, but you wanted him all to yourself instead.
When the knock on the door finally came, you rushed tothe door to open it to him. You gave him a quick hug before inviting him intoyour home. You didn’t have a bed anymore since the Saviours took them, but they’dleft your couch at least, and you’d made a makeshift bed near that from theblankets and pillows you had left, and some chair cushions.
You invited him to sit on the sofa with you and smiledsoftly at him, not sure what to say to him. So much had changed since you’dseen him last, and you didn’t know how to go about starting a conversation withhim.
“Are you okay?” you asked gently, putting your hand ontohis. He didn’t really reply, but managed a slight nod in your direction. Youwanted a better reaction really, but at least he was responding to you.
“They didn’t hurt you did they?” he asked, to which you shookyour head.
“They’ve just been intimidating us,” you said, “And takingour things. They didn’t hurt me at all.” He look relieved at that, but didn’tsay anything else. The silence hung thickly between you and you diverted youreyes slightly to look around the room.
“They didn’t hurt you too badly did they?” you askedquietly, part of you not wanting to know the answer. You knew that they musthave done something, since he’d gone back to a quite subdued version ofhimself. You hadn’t seen that version of him for a very long time.
“I got here didn’t I?” he quipped back to you, a slightsmile playing at his lips. You just nodded at that and squeezed his hand.
“I missed you,” you all but whispered, looking down atyour lap at you did so, and feeling tears brim at the corner of your eyes.
“I missed you too. I knew I’d get back here,” he said,and you just nodded at that. You never doubted him for a second, but it didn’tchange the fact that you were glad he was back. You didn’t want him to evenleave your couch again.
You met his eyes shyly and took a deep breath. Being awayfrom him for so long only made your feelings stronger. You’d only realised justhow much he meant to you in his absence.
“Daryl,” you whispered, causing him to move his head upto meet him. You were hardly ever so bold, but leaning in to kiss him feltreally quite right to you. To you it felt like it had been a long time coming,but you were worrying that he wouldn’t kiss you back. He was obviously equallyhesitant and very shocked at your action, but after a few moments he startedkiss you back.
It could have been said that it wasn’t the best kiss you’dever had, since Daryl tasted kind of like dirt, and it was a little awkward,but the feelings you were having were unlike anything else you’d ever had. You’dnever thought it would feel this good to kiss him, and it almost left youbreathless, although you couldn’t just tell if that was because you had forgotto breathe.
When you pulled away slowly you looked at him and swallowednervously. If you didn’t say it now then you would probably never say it.
“Do you want to stay the night?” you asked, tryingdesperately to meet his gaze. You really wanted him to stay with you, but youwould have understood if he thought it was much too forward of you. Daryllooked like he was trying to figure out if this was some kind of joke on him,but he seemed to have made his mind up by the time you gently put your hand onhis face.
“You sure you want this?” he asked, to which you noddedin reply. He leant in again to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around him,pulling him in closer to you. The both of you nearly toppled backwards withyour actions, but Daryl steadied you both with a hand to the back of the couch.The other had landed on your thigh to prop himself up slightly as you kissed.This time is was rougher, and definitely less awkward that it was before. Itwas a less tentative kiss, one the signified some sort of change between you,from friends to something more.
You found your hand slipping up his shirt to feel hisstomach, before you tried to pull him closer again. When your hands migrated tohis back and brushed over a few of his scars you felt him stiffen up and youbroke the kiss to look at him.
“They aren’t exactly pretty,” he murmured against yourlips, “And I’d understand if you don’t want to see them.” In that moment youfelt like it was the best chance you would get to tell him about your leg.
“Daryl, I don’t care about them,” you whispered in reply,a tender smile across your face. “And I guess now is as good a time as any totell you about mine.” He looked confused at your statement, but didn’t moveaway from you. The look on his face said he was intrigued, but didn’t want toask any more about you.
“I have a prosthetic leg,” you confessed, “I was in anaccident a long time ago. It couldn’t be fixed with all the nerve damage I hadso it had to be removed. The stump isn’t exactly pretty either.” He looked downat you as if you were lying to him, and you just moved your hands more to hiships, gripping gently.
“Those scars don’t matter to me,” he said, moving hishand on your thigh softly and bringing his lips back down to yours. Your handsmoved to his head and gripped softly at his hair as you kissed. It was the mostperfect feeling you’d ever felt, and you felt a lot more free now that Darylknew about your leg and he wasn’t even annoyed at you.
Your hands moved slowly back into place on his back asyou pulled him closer. This time he let himself be pulled by you and propped himselfup over you on the couch as you kissed. His free hand slowly started to move upfrom your thigh and underneath your shirt, almost as if it was shy. His tongueinvaded your mouth just as carefully as his moved his hand over your stomach,and up over your bra. You moved your hands long enough to start to undo his ownshirt, pulling it open as you smiled against his lips. He seemed to take thatas a cue that it was alright and he quickly copied your actions, pulling yourshirt away from your shoulders as he did so.
His mouth moved from yours to fix itself on your neck,kissing and softly biting there, forcing a moan out of your mouth. It had beenso long since you’d received this type of treatment from anyone in such a longtime, and you had forgotten how good it could feel to have someone above you inthis kind of context.
His hands migrated up your sides to cup your breaststhrough your bra before he squeezed gently. As you whimpered quietly at hisactions you felt him smirk against your skin, and as a response you pulled hiships against yours, his quickly hardening cock colliding with your pelvis. Hegroaned against your neck at that and you tried to get a hand in between youboth to undo his buttons and pull his trousers down.
You felt a hand creep to the small of your back and thenmigrate up to your bra strap, unhooking it before joining your lips again as hepulled it off. After an intense kiss that made you breathless, he chuckled ashe pulled away and moved down to take a nipple into his mouth. It had been solong since you’d experienced this that you felt like you’d explode already. Youknew that you wouldn’t, of course, but Daryl was lathing his tongue over thepeaks on your chests like his life depended on it, and you had to bite back amoan that threatened to turn itself into a shriek.
When Daryl’s hands landed on the waistband of your ownjeans he looked up briefly until you nodded your assent and he quicklyunbuttoned them before pulling them down. He paused momentarily when he reachedyour knee to stand up and take some more care before pulling your jeans overyour prosthetic, careful not to disrupt it in any way before he pulled trouserscompletely off and just looked down at you as if he’d never seen anythingbetter.
With your gesture towards his trousers he made quick workof them before he was back to kissing you, the grip on your hips considerablytighter as he got more worked up. You couldn’t help but to grind against him toforce moans from his mouth, nipping his lip as you did so. You reached out ahand to him and pressed your palm against his crotch before rubbing gently,eliciting a moan from him again. You wrapped your arms around his neck andpushed his shirt from his shoulders, which he let drop to the floor.
“Should we move off the couch?” you asked, and he noddedslightly, standing up and pulling you up before you moved to your makeshiftbed, sitting on the cushions that were making up your mattress. Daryl lookedyou over with a smile before his eyes landed on your leg briefly.
“Do we do this with your prosthetic on or is it morecomfortable off?” he asked. You were taken aback, never even thinking that hewould consider that, and assuming that he would prefer to do this with it onyour leg. You reached down to undo the straps of your prosthetic before pullingit off your stump and laying back. You definitely felt physically morecomfortable without it, but you couldn’t quite read Daryl’s reaction.
Soon enough though, he was back on top of you, kneelingover you and leaning back down to pull you in for a kiss. His hands settledback to your hips and the two of you just lay, completely in your own world asyou kissed. After a while, his fingers hooked into your underwear and startedto pull them slowly down. Your hands moved down his back to his boxers andstarted to push them down as well as you could from your angle. He helped youpull them off before leaning back against you.
Daryl’s hands moved to your thigh, encouraging you toprop your leg up and wrap it around his hip as he ground against you. Yourfingers wrapped into his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss. The hand thathad been on your thigh moved to your stomach and slowly began to travel down,as if Daryl was saying that you could still stop it at any time. As his fingersmoved between his legs you let out a quiet whimper in anticipation before hisfingers moved over your slit. He smirked at you before his fingers slowlypressed into you, a low groan from your mouth. You felt that you had to moveyour hand to his length, stroking him slowly and pulling a moan out of hismouth.
His fingers moved inside you slowly, scissoring insideyou before he slowly removed them, raising them to his lips and tasting youfrom his hand. Through this he maintained an eye contact with you that both ofyou found impossible to break.
“Are you okay?” he asked, to which you nodded. He linedhimself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly. Once he had bottomed outyou raised your other leg around him, but without your prosthetic there was noway to hook over his hip like you did with your other leg. Daryl moved one armto be in a better position to hold himself up before he wrapped a hand aroundyour thigh to keep your leg where you had put it.
It had been so long that both of you were already close,not that you could help yourself. You were so tight around Daryl that he felthimself being pushed to the edge by your walls which were fluttering around himfrantically at their first penetration in a while. He felt so big inside ofyou, and seemed to rub in all of the right places as far as you were concerned.
You let your eyes roll back as he began to slowly moveinside of you, both of you moaning at the sensation. It had been so long foryou, and you’d forgotten how pleasurable it could be.
Steadily, his thrusts began to get faster, and he movedhis hips in a circular motion to try and rub the base of his cock against yourclit. When you moved against him to chase the sensation and moaned against himhe repeated the motions. You were hurtling towards your orgasms, but Daryl wantedto force yours before his.
He ground down against you and moaned your name againstyour ear as he ground against you, your hips pressed together with an almostbruising force and your clit pressed against his hip. That was something which pushedyou over the edge with a loud groan, your head thrown back as you did so. Yourwalls convulsed around him and he was thrown over the edge himself, coming deepwithin you.
After a few moments of you both relishing your orgasms,he slowly pulled out, unhooking your legs from around his hips and moving toyour side, his arm out for you to lay on. You closed your eyes and relished inthe feeling of being so close to him.
When Daryl’s breathing evened out, he gently moved hisarm down your side and to your thigh, his hand drawing curious patterns overyour knee and towards your stump. At that you smiled fondly at him. It didn’tbother you to be so vulnerable around him since you trusted him so much.
After a few moments of relaxing together, he pulled aduvet over you both, and you tipped your head to lean again his collar bone.You let your eyes drift closed as you basked in you orgasmic glow and thefeeling of being so close to Daryl. Before you even knew it, you’d fallen asleepon him, and for once it didn’t bother him that he was almost trapped underneathyou. He found it oddly comforting, and found himself drifting into a quicksleep as if he didn’t just return home after a series of awful events. Rightnow it was perfect, and everything else could wait until tomorrow.
Being Natasha Romanov's disabled girlfriend headcanons.
(Thank you for the request! We all need more Natasha in our lives. I went for disabled as meaning in a wheelchair. If you meant something else please request again.)
Always being around for when you know she’s going to return from a mission.
Getting takeaway in ready for her when she’ll return so you don’t have to be apart from her so soon.
Just being next to her and holding her when she comes back from missions to bring her back to reality with you.
Her having the strength to carry you bridal style around your flat when she wants to.
You spinning her around in your wheelchair with her sat on your lap to make her laugh.
Always trying to reach up to give her kisses even though you both know that you can’t reach her.
Pulling her down into your wheelchair to give her kisses and hold her close to you.
Her never really mentioning that you’re disabled to anyone and so everyone being surprised when they see you.
Everyone saying just how cute a couple you are when you’re together
Not really liking a lot of help from people but her being able to tell exactly when you’re struggling.
Running her hands through your hair when she stands behind you.
Her moving your legs to wherever she wants you to be when you’re in bed, in an unspoken truce that she could do that.
Her always helping you to undress in a completely platonic manner because she knows you get almost too exhausted when you’re tired.
Being the best at pleasuring her because you’re able to give her all of the attention that she could handle.
Jesus from the walking dead with a disabled boyfriend
(I know @eeniemeeniemineylucille did an amazing fic to a similar prompt, but we need more male and disabled readers for sure, although this is more gender neutral than male. Could apply to any gender. A little NSFW ahead.)
Jesus never suggesting that you’re less able than him, even though you’re skilled in very different ways.
You being a very good shot with a gun and a bow and arrow, and often taking watch across the Hilltop.
You always being an amazing shot despite having to modify the way you shoot so that you don’t shoot ‘properly’ and him always being in awe of you.
Him gaining upper body strength to be able to carry you to bed when you fall asleep in your wheelchair so he doesn’t have to wake you.
Him getting very defensive over you whenever anyone suggests that you shouldn’t have survived.
You not bothering to sleep in your bed every day before Jesus moved in with you.
Snuggling with Jesus when he comes home from a run, and him preferring to have your legs on top of him when you sit in bed.
When you’re in bed, falling asleep against his shoulder with your nose buried in his hair.
Loving to have him sitting with his hand on your knee even though you couldn’t feel it.
Trusting Paul enough to let him hold you up and ‘walk’ with you even though you can’t yourself.
When your wheelchair gets all but destroyed, he goes on a run to try and find a new one, and in the end you find that he went to the Kingdom and went on a run for them to trade for a wheelchair in better condition than yours.
Stealing his hats from him and wearing them, and him letting you.
When it gets cold and you’re outside, Paul puts his coat over your lap or around your shoulders to keep you warm.
Talking for hours until he falls asleep in your lap after he has been out of the Hilltop, and you being glad that you never have to move him.
Him falling asleep on your shoulder and you gently kissing his cheek and his head through his hair.
You taking a lot of time to accept that he is sexually attracted to you, because you hadn’t seen yourself as a sexual being for a long time, especially with the apocalypse.
Him loving to spend hours with you to try and get you to orgasm, even with the minimal feeling below your waist.
Getting a lot of pleasure from seeing him being pleasured by you.
Both of you deciding that it was more about being able to share intimacy between you than getting any form of release.
Marrying in Winterfell with his whole family, in an arranged marriage.
Your marriage being blessed by the Old Gods of the Forest in the Godswood, and taking place at night in the traditional manner.
Your wedding being officiated by Eddard Stark.
Him putting his cloak around your shoulders when you marry, and not letting you give it back all evening, even when you insist that you’re too warm and he looks cold.
Grey Wind accepting you at your marriage dinner and nudging against your leg to get you to feed him food.
Happily consummating your marriage on your wedding night after being carried to your bed by everyone in the ‘bedding’ ceremony.
Your marriage quickly blooming into love when you see how honourable and loving he is.
Calling him “My Wolf” affectionately.
Him referring to you as “His Queen of the North”.
Catelyn happily accepting you as a fitting wife for her son as you’re from a good family.
Comforting him when news reaches him that his father is dead, and again when you receive news that his sisters have been captured.
Whenever someone asks you to describe him, you lovingly call him an honourable King.
Having a daughter that looked so much like Catelyn it could be considered nearly impossible. Robb would refer to her as a Stark-Tully rather than just a Stark.
Robb is fiercely protective of you and your family, to the point of telling you he would be more than willing to die for you.
can i request a shane imagine where they are at the camp and the reader is married and has a kid, but her husband is abusive so she starts an affair with shane and a couple weeks later she finds out she is pregnant with his child??
(Since it wasn’trequested to be NSFW, I’ve kept this imagine clean. I hope you don’t mind.)
Word Count: 1500
TW: Mentions of Abuse.Pregnancy
It hadn’t been longsince the world had gone to shit. Escaping Atlanta had been a nightmare, butnow you were managing. Living from the RV owned by Dale and his wife before shepassed wasn’t the worst kind of life. It was a tight knit group where peopleknew their places and for the most part, everyone was willing to look aftereach other.
One of those people inthe group that didn’t really mix was your husband. Before you’d met everyonehere, you had not had the opportunity to mingle with the rest of the people inyour town apart from your own child, but now there wasn’t any choice. You hadto eat with everyone, and everyone sat around the fire every night like it wasa summer camp. Knowing your son appreciated it, you made a point of sittingwith everyone and being involved in the group. You helped Carol and the otherwomen with the washing, and helped Amy find mushrooms when she went out intothe forest to find them.
It sounded unexpectedlynice for the end of the world, with a singular exception. Your husband was, andalways had been, an abusive man. The apocalypse hadn’t changed that at all, butas far as you could tell he still didn’t lay a single finger on your son. Hewas scared of his father, sure, but at least he didn’t sport the same bruisesas you and Carol had the misfortune of doing.
A hot Georgia day hadbeen rising when Shane had taken the children out to try and catch some frogswhen you properly noticed him. He was your acting leader, since he had been adeputy sheriff, and you respected him for stepping up to the plate when it wascalled for. However, until you had seen him interacting with your son, you hadnever viewed him as more than your leader. Inside you, something had clicked,and part of you realised that Shane was the man you had wanted your husband tobe when you had met him. If it weren’t for your husband, you would have askedShane for a relationship right then and there, not suggesting that you wantedhim to be your son’s father, but hoping to get to that point.
As the day cooleddown, you found yourself sat around the fire you kept in the evening. It hadbeen a clear day, meaning the temperature dropped rapidly and the fire was necessaryto keep you all warm until you went to sleep.
Slowly, everyone hadstarted to leave for their tents and the RV, including your husband and son.When he had asked if you were leaving too you had waved him off, saying thatyou weren’t tired, and that you didn’t want to sleep just yet. He had lumberedaway at that, muttering all kinds of things, and part of you regretted that youhadn’t jumped up at his call, because you feared that you would be punishedlater on.
Shane barely looked atyou over the fire, even though you were trying to subtly get his attention. Itwasn’t until the last person, Andrea, had decided to go to sleep that he raisedhis gaze and met your eyes across the fire. Without a word he moved around tosit next to you, and put his hand gently on yours. It was obviously meant to bea comforting gesture, but it made you struggle for words that you could say tohim.
“Thank you for takingcare of Michael today,” you managed out to him. “It’s not the best situation,but at least he has someone he can look up to now.” Shane could do nothing butsmile and nod at your compliment, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so.
“It’s no problem,” heshrugged, “We were going down to the creek to fish anyway.” The two of you fellinto a silence for a few moments, and you looked away briefly to the flickeringwaves of fire. You turned your attention back to Shane as he cleared his throatquietly, and you kept quiet to let him speak. He leant closer to you to makesure no one could hear you through the thin canvas of the tents.
“Don’t think I haveseen those bruises on you, darlin’,” he murmured, slowly taking your hand as hesaid so. “And don’t think I don’t know exactly where they’re from. I’ve seen ina thousand times.”
You were completelytaken aback. It wasn’t like you completely covered up, in the heat of thesummer it was near impossible to do that, but you made an effort to try andhide them when they were there. Shane had been a cop though, and you weren’tsurprised that of all of the people, it had been him who had noticed and beenthe one to say something. You were so stunned that you couldn’t say anything inresponse, and you just nodded to him.
“You don’t have tostick with him,” he whispered to you, putting his arm around you slowly andpulling you in to comfort you. You didn’t cry over the words he was saying,since you felt that all of the tears you cried for yourself had been cried along time ago. For that reason you just leant on Shane, and stared back intothe fire as he held you close. You hated thinking this way, but you wonderedwhat your life could have been like if you’d met Shane earlier and he was theone that you had given a child to.
After a few moreminutes of silence between the two of you, Shane slowly moved and tilted yourhead up, his lips tentatively brushing against yours, not sure that was he wasdoing was the correct thing to do. It took you a few seconds to react to whatwas happening before you slowly began to kiss him back, and you slipped downthe slippery slope that became an affair against your husband.
From then, everymoment you could spend with Shane after everyone had gone to bed you took. Youstole kisses when everyone departed for the day to do their work, and before hewent on runs, and you took intimacy when you could, often freezing when you heardsomeone rustling around in their tent. You couldn’t be caught, and both of youknew that, but you couldn’t stop seeing Shane like this. You were falling hardfor him, and didn’t even question what could happen as a result.
A few weeks later youwere in a panic. You were terrified for yourself, since you were a few weekslate for your period, and you hadn’t been with your husband in months. Thesymptoms you had with your son had appeared, and you felt like you were gettingmore nauseous each day. There was only one person who could be the father ofany possible child, and that person had to be Shane.
You were panickingwhen you were looking for him, and when you found him down by the creek tryingto fish you nearly hugged him in relief before catching yourself and remindingyourself that you should not do that, since as far as everyone else knew, youwere not together.
“Shane, can I speak toyou for a second?” you asked, trying desperately to keep your voice as measuredas possible. He looked over his shoulder briefly as you before nodding at yourvoice.
“Sure, Y/N, go ahead,”he nodded. You smiled at his words and checked that no one was around beforecontinuing to speak.
“I think I’m pregnant.All the signs are there,” you said quietly, as if someone would be listening inthe bushes and would jump out to thwart you both. Shane almost dropped thefishing rod at your revelation, but he tried to keep himself level and notworry over the situation.
“Is there no chance it’syour husband’s?” he questioned, to which you just shook your head. He breatheddeeply at that and you could see him swallow nervously. After a while he turnedto you and managed a smile.
“I can imagine worsethings than to have a child with you,” he said, to which you had to containyourself again to stop yourself from embracing him. Glancing around brieflybefore, Shane pulled you into a tight hug, and you couldn’t help but to hug himback briefly before you parted and cast your eyes across the water.
“I think I’m in lovewith you,” you murmured to him. He was exactly what you had wanted in a husbandas a child, and now you finally had him. You didn’t want to let him go again.
“I love you too,” hereplied, reaching out to squeeze your hand as you both watched the water andcaught glimpses of fish breaching before they sank down again. Neither of youknew what would be the outcome of the situation, but until such a time you hadto face it, both of you could remain in a state of temporary pregnant bliss.
This would be after Jaime agreed with his father that he would marry and be the heir to Casterly Rock.
His father had arranged the marriage between the two of you, as you were from a wealthy family in the Riverlands.
You would be married in a relatively small ceremony, especially after the reputation with the weddings of prominent people lately.
Your wedding gown would be white with hints of Lannister gold.
You wouldn’t have much of a banquet after, and during the relatively intimate dinner you notice Cersei giving you quite angry looks, even though the marriage is arranged.
Consumation on your wedding night, as pressured by your families, which was not good for either of you as you both realised you just had to get it over with.
You getting along better as you get to know him and his façade starts to fade.
You slowly getting used to sleeping next to each other, and after a few months Jaime starting to sleep with his arms around you.
You reading his informative letters to him when you learn that he struggles with doing it himself.
You slowly falling in love with each other, and him not wanting to be apart from you.
Him showing you how to wield a sword, even though you could never fight as a knight yourself.
Him choosing to walk with you around the gardens and just talk to you about pointless things.
Your son being the rightful heir of Casterly Rock, and have the same sparkling green eyes as Jaime.
Him jokingly calling you ‘his Princess’ even though you hate being called that.
After a few years together he starts to be comfortable without wearing his hand, and being comfortable enough to let you touch the stump in private.
