Next up is gonna be a Rick one shot! I’m working on it slower than I’d like. I’ve been feeling under the weather. Been taking antibiotics for a sinus infection but I’ve also had a raging headache the last few days. The horrible pain in my sinuses is gone but I’m also nauseous because of the antibiotics and am living off of sandwiches and soup. And I’m so exhausted at the same time. So it’s being written slowly. That, and it’s kind of a long one so it’s taking time. Thanks for your patience all! I’m excited for another Rick Grimes story!

Twist of Fate

HEY GUYS! I know, I know, I’ve been away forever. Admittedly, I haven’t had much motivation to write. Perhaps the show ending soon makes me blue haha! Anyways, I’m gonna try to be more active and start posting more again! Hope you enjoy this as my comeback!

 Reader x Daryl where Daryl and the reader dated before the apocalypse like they were super in love. And then one day ( maybe a year or two later) when Rick and Daryl are out looking for food or supplies they find a woman unconscious. Daryl recognizes her, like maybe she had a drunk tattoo of his name on her hip or something. Then, Daryl convinces Rick and the others to take her in. She wakes up and sees Daryl and its just so fluffy. Please and thank you!!

             Looking at Daryl Dixon, no one would’ve ever thought of him as anything but a rough, angry brute who couldn’t love anyone. He didn’t exactly have a welcoming presence, nor did he offer polite smiles. Maybe the occasional nod of his head as a sign of acknowledgement but one would believe he fades so easily into the background.

             But no one knew him like you did. And a part of you liked that all the kind gestures were saved just for you. He was tough on anyone else but no one else had given you the gentle touches that he did. But the other part of you wanted the world to see the heart of gold he had. He just needed time and love and patience. It had taken time but even so, it was the best two years of your life with him.

             Daryl, being a man of few words, found it difficult to admit but he loved sharing his life with you. He’d tried a few times to express that but he would choke at the last second and change the subject. But he appreciated that he could just enjoy the silence with you. He just hoped that you were happy with that too.

             You were home waiting for him when he let himself into your apartment. He’d been away for a few days so you were instantly on your feet running to greet him. Daryl let out a chuckle, gently patting your back, “Didn’t think you’d miss me that much, Y/N.”

             “Of course I did,” you replied, quickly closing your mouth before you could admit that you always missed him when he was gone no matter how long it was. It would sound weird and pathetic if you said it out loud. Even after two years, you still felt a little self conscious, like anything would send Daryl running, “We should go out tonight. Date night? If you’re not too tired that is. We can stay in if you want.”

             “Nah, we can go out,” Daryl said, “What’d you have in mind?”

             You knew the typical dinner and a movie date night wasn’t Daryl’s style but he did it anyway to make you happy. It was one of the many gestures that showed you how much he cared. It would be nice to hear it put into words sometimes but he never failed to let you see it. You could do the same for him, “Well, we could go out for some drinks. I know a bar we can go to. Shower and change up. Let’s go!”

             Once the both of you were clean and dressed, you got into Daryl’s truck and headed for the bar. He drove quietly and you tried to look at him to take him all in without him noticing. If he did notice, he didn’t show it. He always wondered what you could see in someone like him but he wasn’t going to argue. He’d let you steal all the glances you wanted.

             It had been a long time since either of you had such strong drinks. You’d lost count how many drinks you’d had or how many shots Daryl had tossed back but in just a few hours, he had his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. Without him, you’d be stumbling around aimlessly. There may have been a small part of you that would feel embarrassed having people see you be such a mess. But the rest of you couldn’t care less. Daryl made you feel free.

             Daryl tossed back one last shot while you had your arms wrapped around him, kissing his neck. He groaned at the liquor burning his throat and slammed the empty shot glass on the bar. His head was swimming but he was the navigator between the two of you. He threw his arm around your shoulder, “We should get outta here. We’ll leave the truck, come back for it in the morning. No way I can drive.”

             “Come onnnnn,” you whined, leaning against him as you walked out clumsily, “Do we have to call it a night?”

             “What else is there to do, Y/N?” Daryl said. You walked along for a bit, looking around at all the shops, some starting to close as it was getting late. Finally, you stopped in front of a tattoo shop, staring up at the giant neon TATTOO sign above your heads. It took Daryl’s clouded mind to register the idea stirring around in your head but once he did, he started trying to pull you away, “Y/N…no, no. Don’t even think about it.”

             “Daryl, we can get something together,” you replied, “A cute little matching tattoo. Ooh, I have a better idea! Come on, let’s go!”

             “Y/N!” Daryl exclaimed, surprised by your strength as you pulled him inside the shop, “Y/N, stop! Even I think this is crazy!”

             “I was thinking of doing something crazy,” you said, “Something wild. Come on, you’ve lived. I wanna live too.”

             “What’re you planning on getting?” Daryl asked, “Seriously, Y/N, this isn’t a good idea. Let’s go home.”

             “You worry too much,” you said with a giggle, “You’re gonna like it. Trust me!”

             Daryl still didn’t like the sound of this but he knew better than to fight you on this. You were so stubborn and he couldn’t help but love that about you. He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain it to you tomorrow morning but you had to know nothing could stop you when you put your mind to something. That’s how you ended up breaking down his walls in the first place. You were the one person to never give up on him.

             What he didn’t love was his name being carved into your hip. He knew you would wake up in the morning and freak out about seeing his name on your body. At this point, all he could do was just enjoy how happy this was making you. Watching you look in the mirror at his name, you were grinning. It was a smile that reached your eyes. He couldn’t argue any further when you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly, telling him how much you loved him and you would never regret this no matter what. He would worry about the panic and the frustration tomorrow. All he wanted now was to take in this very moment with you.

             He never thought for one second that moments like that wouldn’t last. He never imagined that the last time he saw you would truly be the last. The moment he was starting to become human, you were ripped away from him and replaced by death and blood and pain. Instead of getting to wake up in a warm bed next to you, he was waking up in a tent, grateful to have woken up at all, to have woken up in one piece. He was fighting to stay alive and to protect the new group he was running with from the dead that were reaching for them with grimy, bloody fingers to tear them all apart. The same fingers that had to have torn you apart. He’d almost gotten himself killed looking for you. Where could you have ended up?

             The group had adjusted to the prison. And being focused on the governor had led him to tucking your memory away in the back of his mind. He could never completely forget you but if he kept his mind busy, it could protect his heart. The only thing left to do now was hope that you were still alive and able to protect yourself. Was it foolish to still have hope? Daryl asked himself that question constantly but then stopped himself as he knew you would be the one to always answer yes.

             Daryl was just waking up, sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes when the early morning sunlight was blocked by Rick Grimes, the cell darkened instantly by his shadow, “I was thinking of going on a run. Would you wanna come with me?”

             “Sure,” Daryl mumbled as he slowly stood and stretched, “Only need a few minutes to get ready to go.”

             Once Daryl was up and ready, they were off. Rick was driving while Daryl sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window and biting his thumbnail. He was always relatively quiet but his silence today was far more awkward than usual. Rick was going to just let it go for a while, knowing he most likely wouldn’t get an answer. But this particular silence was too much to handle.

             “So, we got a list from everyone,” Rick said, pulling the piece of paper from his pocket and holding it out for Daryl to take. Daryl grabbed it and stared at it but said nothing in response. Rick continued, “Most important thing would probably be the medicine and first aid for the infirmary. Hershel tells me we’re running low on some supplies.”

             “We’ll see what we can find,” Daryl finally muttered before turning back to the window.

             “Is there something on your mind?” Rick inquired, “You seem…different today. You alright?”

             “Nothing, I’m good,” Daryl replied. Despite how close the group had become over the last few months, Daryl still couldn’t bring you up. He’d thought about at least talking to Rick but he wasn’t prepared for the inevitable questions that would be fired at him. How did you get split up? Is Y/N dead? Was Y/N bit? Why did he stop looking? All questions he couldn’t answer himself, “Just slept bad I guess.”

             “You could’ve said no if you’re tired,” Rick said, “You sure you’re up for this?”

             “It’s fine, I would’ve found something to do with my day anyway,” Daryl said, shifting nervously in his seat, “We there yet?”

             “Shouldn’t be too long now,” Rick said. He suddenly leaned forward in his seat, the car starting to slow down. He tapped Daryl’s arm to get his attention on a moving shape a few yards ahead on the side of the road, “What is that?”

             As they got closer, the shape became clearer, revealing a young woman covered in blood and dirt, her face concealed by a grey bandana. She was waving her arms weakly above her head before dropping to the ground. Daryl sat up in his seat, “What the hell?”

             Rick pulled the car over and the two of them rushed out to tend to the woman. She had a large gash along her hairline and some dark blue bruises showed underneath all the blood but they couldn’t find any bites.

             “She was attacked,” Rick remarked, “You think it was…”

             “The governor?” Daryl said, “Not sure. Doubt it. What should we do?”

             Rick sighed, “This head wound looks pretty bad. What chance do you think she has of survival? We barely have any supplies as it is.”

             Daryl didn’t answer right away, still looking over the woman. She was still breathing so he carefully considered Rick’s suggestion. As he turned her body to check for bites or other injuries, her shirt rode up a little, enough to catch a glimpse of black ink near her hip.

             “Wait,” Daryl whispered to himself. He lightly tugged on the woman’s waistband to reveal a familiar tattoo. That stupid drunken tattoo of his name. He ripped the bandana away from the woman’s face and there you were. It was you. He’d found you. He sucked in his breath to suppress the lump in his throat, “Y/N.”

             “Y/N?” Rick said, “You know her?”

             “I know her,” Daryl said. He tucked your bandana away in his pocket, pulling out his own to tie around your head. His hands were shaking as he carefully scooped you up, “We’re not leaving her.”

             “Wait, wait, wait, slow down,” Rick said, “How do you know her?”

             “I’ll explain later!” Daryl exclaimed as he ran back to the car. You let out an uncomfortable groan as he laid you down in the backseat but it didn’t seem like you were otherwise aware of what was going on. Rick was hesitant to follow and Daryl huffed, “If it was anyone else, you would trust them.”

             Rick nodded and ran for the car, “You’re right, Daryl. I trust you. Can you at least tell me who Y/N is?”

             Daryl sat in the front, his body twisted around to look at you, “She…we uh, we were…”

             “Oh!” Rick said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. We’ll get her fixed up, Daryl. Don’t worry.”

             You were bleeding on the seat. Maybe Rick was right before and your chances of survival weren’t great. But what were the chances of reuniting here at this very moment? You’d talked to him about fate quite a lot before. He wasn’t sure he believed in it then but somehow, it felt so real. You getting that tattoo somehow led to this very moment.

             “Daryl,” Rick said, staring up at the rearview mirror. As they were driving away, three figures emerged from the woods. They were far away but he could tell they were watching the car, “They must be who attacked Y/N.”

             “I see ‘em,” Daryl said, “Looks like they’re on foot. They won’t know where we’re headed.”

             If those people had shown up just a few seconds earlier, it would’ve been a slaughter. Daryl would’ve torn them apart with his bare hands. Maybe that was fate too. He could focus on you now and get you to safety. None of this felt real. He didn’t even want to blink, afraid that if he shut his eyes for even a second, he’d open them and be back in his cell and this entire day was a dream. He needed you to be real.

             Being with the group was supposed to be temporary. Those men had told you a thousand times it was stupid and a waste of time to keep searching for Daryl but you refused to stop. You wouldn’t stop until you found him or found a body. Either way, you wouldn’t leave anything open ended. The chaos had separated you in the beginning. Was he safe? Was he with good people? You refused to accept the possibility that he could be dead. Daryl could easily survive something like this. No one could do it like Daryl Dixon.

             You were the only woman in the group while trying to learn how to survive this new world without relying on these dogs. They were always mean and rude, working you like crazy, occasionally getting you in harm’s way. But they had never been violent until the day you planned on leaving them. God, why did they get so angry? Suddenly, you were getting kicked around and a big rock was thrown at your head. They were fully prepared to kill you. You could barely navigate, the blood from your head wound getting into your eyes. You were tripping over everything, feeling woozy from the blood loss and your body aching from the beating you’d taken. Last thing you remember was reaching a desolate road and one car in the distance. You had just enough strength to wave your arms over your head before your legs gave out and you were gone.

             When you opened your eyes, you weren’t expecting to be in a bed. Was this a prison cell? Anywhere was better than the side of the road but who had you gotten help from?

             An old man entered the cell, a warm smile obscured by a full beard. He spoke softly, “Finally awake. How do you feel?”

             You reached up to touch the soft bandages wrapped around your head. Your head was throbbing and every muscle in your body was tight and sore. You slowly sat up in bed, sucking in your teeth, “I feel like I got hit by a car. Thank you for saving me.”

             “We were worried you wouldn’t make it through the night but you’re tough, Y/N,” the old man said, “My name is Hershel Greene, by the way.”

             You paused, looking past him at a few stragglers acting like they weren’t trying to listen in. You returned your attention to Hershel, “How the hell do you know my name?”

             What if your group had gotten a hold of you? That car you tried waving over must’ve kept driving and left you to those dogs. If you didn’t get out now, they were going to kill you.

             “It’s not what you think,” Hershel said, “If you’d just let me explain.”

             “No,” you snapped. Getting out of bed made you dizzy but you forced yourself to walk forward, swinging you arm at Hershel when he tried to reach out for you, “Stay away from me!”

             The people in the prison parted and made space for you to walk by. Of all the faces you were seeing as you passed, none of them were familiar. Where were the guys of your group? They had to be close by. You cursed under your breath as you struggled down the stairs.

             “Someone find Da…” Hershel’s voice faded as you finally found the door that led to the yard. The yard was impressive. There were crops being grown in the grass. There were pigs and horses, even a barbecue set up for cooking meat. The people here were well fed and clean. This group had really made this place a home. As you admired the scenery, a strong pair of hands grabbed you by the arms.

             “No!” you started screaming, trying to wiggle out of the stranger’s grip. The thrashing made everything hurt worse but you were too desperate to care. If you were going to die, you’d go out fighting, “Let me go!”

             “Y/N, stop,” a familiar voice made you instantly freeze. No…it couldn’t be. You couldn’t believe it. As if reading your mind, he continued, “It’s me, Y/N. It’s Daryl. You’re safe.”

             Your body slowly relaxed and Daryl let you go. You turned to face him, still not entirely convinced this wasn’t some hallucination. You reached out and touched his face, your fingers brushing up against his stubble. Your lip trembled as you became blinded by your tears. Daryl took your hands in his and pulled them off his face, “It really is me. This is my group, Y/N. You’re safe here.”

             “I…I can’t…” you mumbled. The adrenaline was wearing off and you were feeling weak and lightheaded, gripping onto Daryl to keep your balance. Daryl was wrapping his arms around you as your vision began to fade so you could fall into him when you lost consciousness once more.

             You regained consciousness back in the same bed in the same cell. Hershel and Daryl were standing just outside the cell talking quietly. There was a thin curtain blocking your view but somehow, you could recognize Daryl by his shadow. You sat up, the bed creaking as you did. It caught their attention and they hurried into the cell.

             “Stay in bed,” Hershel said, “You overdid it earlier.”

             “I’m so sorry,” you said, “I didn’t know. I should’ve. Bad groups aren’t usually so…put together.”

             “No, I should’ve told you from the start that Daryl found you,” Hershel explained, “Daryl was actually here the whole time. He’d left to see if we had any bandages and medicine left for you. It was just bad timing.”

             “No one blames you for being cautious,” Daryl added, “We’re just glad you’re okay. You did what any of us would’ve done.”

             Hershel nodded in agreement, “Yes. Since you’re doing alright, I’ll leave you two alone to talk and I’ll check on you later, Y/N. if you need anything, just let me know.”

             “Thank you,” you replied. Hershel gave you a smile before walking out and leaving the two of you in a surprisingly awkward silence. What does one say after this much time apart? Especially given these unique circumstances? You’d been on such different journeys. What if he didn’t feel the same anymore? He seemed a little harder to read now, “How did you know it was me?”

             Daryl pulled out the grey bandana from his pocket and set it down on your bed, “Had that covering your face and the blood and the dirt. You know what it was? That fucking tattoo you got of my name when we were drunk.”

             You instantly started laughing, your laughter bringing a smile to Daryl’s face and he couldn’t help but laugh with you. It made your head hurt but you just couldn’t stop, “Who knew that would come in handy one day.”

             “I never would’ve thought,” Daryl chuckled. The laughter faded and he sat down at the end of the bed by your feet, “When we were bringing you back here, we saw some guys…I’m assuming looking for you. Did you know them?”

             “I did,” you said, “I spent all this time looking for you. But you know as well as I do that surviving on your own is damn near impossible. I never had any intention of staying with those guys forever. They attacked me because I was gonna leave. I thought I was gonna die. Did they follow you?”

             “No, they were on foot and we were already driving away,” Daryl said as he shook his head, “They won’t find us.”

             “Good,” you said, shuddering, “I always knew they were assholes. I just didn’t think they’d be so violent and dangerous.”

             Daryl scooted closer to you and reached for you, wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck. His thumb gently pressed into your skin, making slow and deep circles. He was trying to find the words. Saying the right thing never came easy to him, at least that hadn’t changed. But now he was surrounded by better people than he used to be.

             “I just…” he murmured, “I can’t believe it. You’re here.”

             “I know what you mean,” you replied, “I never thought I’d get to see you again. I’m just more grateful than I can ever express, Daryl. Honestly, my head is spinning.”

             Daryl nodded, “A little overwhelming if I’m honest. And you’ll stay with us? We can leave if you don’t. I’ll go anywhere you wanna go.”

             “No, of course I’ll stay,” you said, “This is a good group of people you found. It’s safe here. Where you go, I go. I don’t wanna lose you again.”

             “Never gonna happen,” Daryl said. He pulled you in, pausing just before your lips could meet. You hid your impatience as he held you there, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you again, Y/N. I won’t let it happen again.”

             “It won’t,” you said. You pulled Daryl in and kissed him as deeply as you could. Daryl’s grasp on the back of your neck tightened a little, his other hand on your hip, trying to pull you even closer. His kisses were desperate and frantic, like he never wanted to stop. He finally broke away, and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. He was like a furnace but you didn’t care, “We’re together again. Nothing will separate us again. Right?”

             “Of course,” Daryl said as he stroked your hair, “I missed you, Y/N. I haven’t let myself think about how much. But fuck, I missed you.”

             You lifted your head to kiss his cheek, “I missed you too. I’m relieved that nothing has changed.”

             Daryl grunted, squeezing you tighter against him without saying another word. He did seem to have found a little more confidence. These people had clearly brought him out of his shell. Some of the group that stopped by to say hello obviously had so much love and respect for Daryl. He’d really found his place here. Finally, people were seeing what you had always seen.

I feel like Pamela’s biggest faults are that she’s embarrassingly out of touch and completely oblivious. If Hornsby wasn’t around to cause problems, things wouldn’t be such a shit show right now.

Sebastian also has to go I’m tired of him being a vile little human with no regard for anyone. Pamela just has shitty self serving people surrounding her and she has no idea. Which is just stupid. How has no one ruined things for this community already?

Anything For You

“You get branded, not Daryl.”

 I was originally going to post a Carl one shot but I’m stuck on it so I need to give it some more thought. In the meantime, I don’t wanna leave y’all with nothing.

 Sorry I haven’t posted in a million years. I haven’t been feeling up to writing these past few months and then with everything going on, I didn’t feel up to it. My job has been on the line several times this past year. It’s been a little scary.  

 But I’m back! Stay safe out there you guys. WEAR YOUR MASKS. GET VACCINATED IF YOU’RE ABLE TO

 Y/S/N = Your Sister’s Name 😊

             Daryl Dixon was always one to do whatever he could for redemption. When he knew he had done someone wrong, he did everything in his power to fix it. And while you respected him for that, sometimes he took it too far. With Rick’s disappearance, Daryl spent the last several months chasing ghosts. Michonne had learned she was pregnant with Rick’s child in that time. Your father and his new wife had left your little sister an orphan in that time. And all of this was being handled alone.

             You knew you’d find Michonne at the armory one day, late in her pregnancy. Far too late for her to be running around outside the safety of Alexandria’s walls. But she hadn’t stopped chasing ghosts either.

             “Michonne,” you said, “I knew I’d find you here.”

             “Y/N, what’re you doing?” Michonne asked, “Where’s Y/S/N?”

             “She’s at Aaron’s,” you explained, “Playing with Gracie. I wanted to talk to you. I was thinking…maybe you should stay back. And I’ll go out there.”

             “You?” Michonne said, “Y/N, this…this will be my last time going out there before the baby is born. Just let me do this one last time.”

             “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, “I know you wanna try to find Rick but…it’s just getting too risky for you.”

             Michonne smirked, “You know, if you wanted to have a chance to talk to Daryl, all you had to do was say so. Maybe uh…maybe you’re right and I should…sit this one out. I’ll stay back, keep an eye on things here.”

             “Thanks,” you said, “I’ll still do the usual search though. I’ll keep you posted.”

             “Thanks,” Michonne said, “And…I hope you can bring Daryl back. I know he blames himself for what happened but I don’t think any of us want him out there anymore.”

             “I know,” you said, “I’ve been so stressed with everything going on.”

             Michonne nodded, grabbing onto your hand, “The last few months haven’t done any of us any good, have they? I’m sorry, Y/N.”

             “I’m sorry too,” you replied, “I’ll try to be back before sundown. Hopefully I have better news for you.”

              Your first stop was the bridge that Rick had blown up a few months ago. Being there even after the fires were out and the walkers were gone left your heart aching. Even with the silence that was left behind, this place still didn’t feel peaceful.

             There wasn’t much you could do as far as searching. Michonne had come out so many times and had only ever come back with Rick’s gun that had been buried in mud. You couldn’t ever lie to Michonne so you still searched around, following the river down for a little while. You knew the possibilities of finding anything were slim, almost nonexistent but you still couldn’t help hoping a little. Maybe you were just as guilty of chasing ghosts.

             As you started heading back, a familiar voice grunted at you, “Y/N?”

             You turned, your heart swelling at the sight of Daryl Dixon standing there in front of you, partially obscured by the trees. He could take care of himself but it was still such a relief to see him alive and uninjured.

             “What’re you doin’ here, Y/N?” Daryl continued, “Long way from home. Where’s Michonne?”

             “Home,” you replied, “We both agreed she was too far along in her pregnancy now to be running around out here. I’m here in her place. But I also wanted to see you. Make sure you were alright and everything.”

             “Well, I’m fine,” Daryl said, “How’s Y/S/N?”

             “She’s doing alright,” you said. Daryl turned and disappeared once more and you hurried to follow him into the woods, “About as good as she can be.”

             “That’s good,” Daryl muttered. The two of you walked in silence for a while before he finally looked back at you, “So…what are you really doing here, Y/N?”

             “I just…I really wanted to see you,” you said, “It’s been really hard without you around. Couldn’t you come back with me? Just for a little while? For the night maybe?”

             “Y/N…” Daryl groaned, “Might not be such a good idea.”

             “Because you’re still looking for Rick?”

             Daryl didn’t respond to that but you didn’t need him to. His silence said more than his words ever could. Still, you weren’t going to go back home without him. You grabbed his hand and lightly tugged him, “Please. Just for one night. I’ll come back out here with you tomorrow.”

             “You shouldn’t.”

             “And why not?”

             “Y/S/N,” Daryl replied, “Who’s gonna take care of Y/S/N?”

             “I…” you sighed in defeat, releasing your grip on his hand, “I guess you’re right. Just…please. All I’m asking for is one night.”

             Daryl stared at you for a long time and you fought your urge to cry. He didn’t do well with emotions for one thing and you were convincing yourself there was no need to cry and you were just being irrational. You should be able to handle these trying times on your own. You stared down at the ground so he couldn’t see your eyes quickly welling up with tears.

             “I’m sorry, Y/N,” Daryl finally said, “I know things have been hard for you and your family. I’ll go with you. As long as you need me.”

             “No, no,” you whimpered, pressing your palms into your eyes as if you were trying to push back your tears, “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna seem like I’m trying to guilt you into coming with me. With my dad and my step-mom and Y/S/N, I’ve just been overwhelmed. I just need your company for a little bit. I’m not trying to be selfish.”

             “Come here,” Daryl said. He reached for you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you closer. The warmth of his body was instantly soothing as he held onto the back of your head. He squeezed you a little tighter, “You’re not being selfish. I’ll go back with you. Gives me a chance to check on how Michonne is doing too.”

             “Really?” you mumbled against his chest. You felt him nod and you smiled, “Thank you. Y/S/N will be so happy to see you.”

              There was a bit of a commotion when you and Daryl made it back home. There were whispers among everyone in Alexandria and the two of you came across a small group gathered around the infirmary.

             “What’s going on?” Daryl inquired.

             “I’m not sure,” you replied, “Nothing happened before I left. I don’t think anyone has been out on any runs that I can think of. You head to the house and I’ll see what’s going on, alright?”

             “Sure,” Daryl said. He headed for your house while you maneuvered through the crowd into the infirmary. Michonne was inside with Siddiq looking over at least a dozen kids that you had never seen before sitting quietly while Michonne stood with a young woman who was only able to sit up by leaning against Michonne.

             “Michonne?” you said, catching the attention of every person in the room, “What’s…what’s going on? Did I miss something?”

             “Y/N, you’re back,” Michonne remarked. She helped lay the woman down and approached you, a grin on her face and a genuine light in her eyes that you hadn’t seen in months, “This is an old friend of mine, Jocelyn. Can you believe the coincidence?”

             “Oh wow,” you said, “I’m happy for you, Michonne.”

             “I know,” Michonne said, “It’s nice to have a familiar face.”

             You nodded in agreement, “And these kids? They’re hers?”

             “They’ve all lost their families,” Michonne explained, “Jocelyn has been taking care of all of them this whole time.”

             “Oh, that’s so nice of her,” you said, “I can’t imagine. Do you need any help getting everyone set up with a place to sleep?”

             “No, no, I’ve got it,” Michonne said, “Is Daryl with you?”

             “He’s back at my house,” you said, “I got him to stick around for the night. I’m sure Y/S/N is all over him right now. She adores him.”

             Michonne nodded with a chuckle, “I know. It’s sweet. I’m glad he’s back. I’ll let you get back to him and your sister. I’m gonna work on setting everyone up.”

             After one last hug, you and Michonne parted ways and you hurried home. As you thought, Daryl was sitting on the couch with your sister on his lap while she babbled away about the things that had been going on in her little world the past few weeks since he’d been gone. You beamed as you shut the door, attracting their attention.

             “Catching up I see,” you remarked, “I thought you might be happy, Y/S/N. Would you like for Daryl to stay the night?”

             “Yes please,” she replied. She turned to Daryl and gripped onto his vest, tugging a little as she spoke, “Will you stay with us? I don’t want you to leave again.”

             Daryl looked from your sister to you, a pained look in his eyes. He finally looked back at Y/S/N and nodded, “Yeah. I can stay for a little bit.”

             “Oh yay!” she exclaimed, “I’m excited!”

             “Y/S/N, it’s getting late,” you said, “Can you go get ready for bed, please? I’ll be up in a second to tuck you in.”

             Your sister nodded and she hopped off Daryl’s lap, running up the stairs. Daryl sighed, rubbing his legs as you approached the couch, standing behind him and grabbing his shoulders. Daryl sighed a second time as you started massaging his shoulders, your thumbs pressing into his upper back, “Y/N, I don’t wanna disappoint Y/S/N but I don’t think I can stay long.”

             “Daryl, please,” you said, “Let’s discuss this more in the morning. Let’s just go to bed. Do you wanna stay with me tonight?”

             “Sure,” Daryl said, cracking a smile.

             You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Good. It’s been really difficult for me not having you around.”

             “Am I really that important to you?”

             “You know that you are.”

             Daryl scoffed as he stood from the couch, grabbing your hand as he started walking towards the staircase, “Sure, sure. Let’s get to bed.”

              The next morning, you opened your eyes and looked over to see Daryl sound asleep beside you, one arm draped over his torso and the other up above his head. You stayed there for a while, quietly watching his chest rise and fall and his eyelids flutter just a little. His face and body were so relaxed, you hadn’t seen him look so peaceful in a long time. You couldn’t resist reaching over and running your fingers along his jawline. He breathed in deeply, startled by your touch as he opened his eyes. He smiled and took your hand, “Morning, Y/N.”

             “Morning,” you replied, “How’d you sleep?”

             “Better than I have in a while.”

             “Well, a bed will do that after months of sleeping on a mat in a tent in the middle of the woods,” you said. Daryl stared at your hand in his but had no response for your comment. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, “I should get breakfast started. I’m gonna see if Y/S/N is awake. You just relax. Have you considered staying a little longer?’

             “I think I’d like to get back out there tomorrow,” Daryl said, “Maybe day after tomorrow but I can’t stay long, Y/N.”

             “If you feel that’s best,” you mumbled, running your hand back and forth across Daryl’s chest, “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just selfish. I miss you.”

             “It’s not selfish,” Daryl said, “Not selfish at all. I won’t stay away so long next time.”

             “Well, at least give it a few more days,” you said, “My sister loves having you here. She’ll be heartbroken if you leave so soon. And…I just want a little bit longer with you. I’ll go get Y/S/N. She’s gonna want as much time as possible with you before you leave again. She won’t be sleeping for the next few days I hope you know that you won’t either.”

             Daryl laughed at that as you got out of bed, “I look forward to it.”

             You left the room with a huge grin on your face. Getting to have him here for just a little while was going to do both you and your sister very well. She hadn’t taken to many people since your father died. You certainly hadn’t expected her to attach herself to Daryl but you were just happy to see her excited about something again.

             “Y/S/N?” you said as you knocked softly on her door, “Y/S/N, it’s time to get up. I’m gonna make breakfast for the three of us. Y/S/N?”

             Your sister normally didn’t need much to wake up. She rarely ever fought about getting out of bed. She was definitely a morning person. The silence you were met with was odd. You opened the door, poking your head into the room. Her bed was empty, the blankets in a pile on the floor. Your sister may have been a morning person but she was never out of bed when you woke up.

             “Y/N?” Daryl called out as he followed you into your sister’s room, “I thought Y/S/N would come tearing through by now.”

             “She’s not in her room,” you mumbled, still frozen in place.

             “Maybe she went downstairs already,” Daryl remarked, “I’ll go look.”

             “It’s too quiet for her to be downstairs,” you countered, “No, I know my sister. Her not being in her room is weird. Something’s wrong.”

             “Y/N, take a breath,” Daryl said. He stood behind you and gently squeezed your arms, “Let me just check downstairs before we start jumping to conclusions.”

             Frantic knocking at the front door interrupted everything, followed by Michonne’s desperate shouting, “Daryl! Daryl I need your help! Judith and the kids are gone!”

             Daryl’s grip on your arms loosened as you gasped sharply, the pieces coming together in your head. Your chest tightened and you struggled to find your breath. You turned to face Daryl, burying your face in his chest. It felt like the world was closing in on you but the tears still weren’t coming. Perhaps the shock was too much, “Daryl, my sister is gone…”

              “What the hell happened?” Daryl asked Michonne as everyone else was scrambling around Alexandria searching every inch of the land within their walls, “How are all the kids just gone?”

             “Jocelyn took them,” Michonne explained, “She’s gone too as well as the kids she showed up with. Scott found one of ours murdered in the pantry. And the pantry was raided too. I just don’t understand why she would do this.”

             “The why doesn’t matter,” you piped in, “All I care about is getting the kids back. She has Judith and she has my sister. Daryl and I will go. We’ll bring them back.”

             “There’s no way in hell I’m staying here when Judith is out there,” Michonne snapped, “I’m going with you.”

             Knowing that Michonne wasn’t going to back down, you relented and the three of you grabbed whatever weapons you could and quickly left to go after Jocelyn and the kids. You were immediately discouraged when you realized you didn’t even know where to start looking. Jocelyn had the entire night to gather all the children and escape. The three of you took a quick break for a moment at an old playground, Daryl and Michonne sitting at the swings while you sat on a merry go round. You knew Michonne needed the support but your mind was going too quickly. It took every ounce of effort not to just go on without them.

             The merry go round creaked and shifted slightly under your feet as Daryl sat down beside you, “Y/N? How’re you doing?”

             You turned to look at him with a grimace and he gave you a little nod, “Sorry. Dumb question. Just…wasn’t sure what else I should say.”

             “I know,” you sighed heavily, “I’m just so scared. We don’t know where Jocelyn took the kids or why she took the kids or what she did with the kids. None of this makes any sense at all.”

             Daryl grabbed your hand and pulled it onto his lap, “We’re gonna find the kids, Y/N. And your sister is gonna be safe.”

             You cracked a smile and squeezed his hand, “In the time I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever heard something so optimistic coming from you. Thank you, Daryl. You don’t know how much I appreciate you.”

             You leaned in and just as your lips brushed against his, Michonne was calling out for the both of you, “Come on you guys! We’ve gotta keep moving!”

              You ventured further with Daryl tracking as much as he could. The longer you went, the more discouraged you became. Finding your sister, Judith, and the other children was starting to feel hopeless. Daryl’s words of encouragement could only go so far. Eventually, you came upon an abandoned school where you saw Jocelyn walking into the building with some of the children. You gasped and slapped your hand down on Daryl’s arm as you saw your sister following behind Jocelyn.

             “Daryl,” you whispered, “It’s Y/S/N!”

             “I know, I know,” Daryl said. He pulled away from you and Michonne and loaded up his crossbow, “I’m gonna take a look around. Wait here and keep yourself hidden until I get back.”

             “Hurry,” Michonne said.

             “And stay safe,” you added. Daryl nodded and snuck off. You took a few deep breaths and reached for Michonne’s hand. Her hand was trembling in yours but she stared straight ahead at the door Jocelyn and your sister had walked through together, “They’ll be fine, Michonne. Right?”

             “I won’t forgive myself if they’re not,” Michonne murmured, “How did I not see this coming?”

             “You knew Jocelyn before,” you said, “You had no reason to think she would do something like this. I mean, she showed up here with children, ya know? Who would’ve guessed?”

             Michonne nodded but your words obviously hadn’t reassured her so you wouldn’t make things worse by saying anything more. The wait for Daryl to return was agonizing and your body shook as you were trying your best not to move. Every muscle was screaming to move, to make you get up on your feet and run in there. But you knew that going in there without a proper plan wouldn’t help anyone.

             “What do you think is taking so long?” Michonne said after a long silence, “Do you think he was caught?”

             “No, it couldn’t be,” you replied. You could tell Michonne was fighting the same urges so you grabbed her hand to keep her from moving, “He’ll be back. He wouldn’t get caught.”

             Just as Michonne was about to say something, a large and bulky stick came swinging and hit her across the back of the head. Michonne dropped face first in the dirt and you looked over at the young child holding a bat in their hands, staring at you with a feral glint in their eyes.

             “What the fuck?” you huffed as you stumbled to your feet. You didn’t want to leave Michonne but what good would you be to her if you got taken with her? Or killed with her? You weren’t sure what the hell they were going to do you. And Daryl still hadn’t returned. That wasn’t a good sign all things considered. You held up your hands as you started backing away from the child, “Look, there doesn’t need to be any trouble. I just want our kids back. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

             As you backed away, you bumped into someone’s chest. For a moment, your heart fluttered as you were sure Daryl was behind you with his wonderful timing, “Thank god you’re here. I…oh no.”

             You turned to see it wasn’t Daryl behind you but a strange man you’d never seen before, gripping your arms before you could get away. Grunting as you struggled in his grasp, the child behind you swung a hard blow that took you down before you even had a chance to feel the pain.

              Your head was throbbing so hard, you could feel it in your teeth. But you didn’t have time to process that when you awoke as you and Michonne were in what looked like a former classroom, the desks all pushed back against the walls. Your hands were tied above your head, your feet just barely touching the ground. Jocelyn was standing across from you with a few of her children, including the one who had hit the two of you over the head.

             “They’re awake,” she said. She handed the child a branding iron in the shape of an X, its bright red glow sending your heart plummeting to your stomach. You knew exactly what the plan for it was as the man who’d grabbed you pulled your shirt up a little to expose your back, “Go on, Linus. Be strong.”

             “No!” you found yourself shouting despite being muffled by the rag tied around your mouth. Linus still came up to you with the branding iron in his hand. Your hands struggled against the restraints. The rope was starting to burn your skin but nothing was compared to what you felt when the branding iron pressed into your back. You threw your head back and let out a scream as your skin sizzled, the smell of your burning flesh violating your nose. The initial shock cut your screaming short as you could hardly breathe after that, choking on the air in your lungs. The intensity leveled off but it still felt like your entire body was on fire.

             When Linus finally pulled the iron away, the tension in your body finally released and you slumped, your restraints the only thing keeping you from tumbling to the floor. You were so focused on the agony your body was in that you could hardly hear Michonne’s screams. Jocelyn’s words were coming in jumbled. You honestly didn’t even care about what she had to say at that point.

             Once the ordeal was over, they all walked out and left the two of you alone. Hopefully, they wouldn’t come back for more torture. You were just barely catching your breath as Michonne started kicking her feet in your direction, “Y/N, stay with me, okay? We gotta get out of here and get the kids before she disappears with them again.”

             “I’d love to hear your ideas,” you grumbled, yanking on your restraints again. The ache of the rope rubbing your skin could hardly be felt at this point, “Because I’ve got nothing.”

             “We’ll figure it out,” Michonne said, although she didn’t seem convinced by her own response. Your burnt skin screamed with every move your body made and it was becoming more and more frustrating. Footsteps were quickly approaching from down the hall and you braced yourself for more of whatever Jocelyn had planned. Even Michonne had tensed, watching as a shadow appeared, coming closer and closer until it was right outside the door.

             “Please,” you said with a sigh, “Can’t take anything else.”

             The shadow revealed itself as Daryl as he stepped through the doorway, his crossbow raised as he walked in. He quickly lowered it and pulled out his knife, “I came back and you two were gone. What happened to you?”

             “They found us,” you explained. You couldn’t feel much relief seeing him, only relief that the torture was over. Once he’d cut the rope from your wrists, he threw his arms around you before you could drop to the floor. His eyes landed on the X burned into your lower back and he pulled on your shirt to get a better view. The fabric brushing against the tender flesh made you suck in your teeth, “They branded us. I don’t even know why I was hardly here once they did.”

             “Jesus,” Daryl said in a whisper. He readjusted you in his arms and led you to one of the desks up against the wall, “I gotta get Michonne down.”

             You sat down and he paused, brushing the hair away from your face. He stared into your eyes, trying to read you but you gently pushed him away, “Go help Michonne, Daryl. I’m fine.”

             With a nod, Daryl rushed back over to Michonne to cut her down. Michonne, most likely running on adrenaline, was too filled with fury to be as tired as you were, “Come on, we gotta get to the kids before Jocelyn does.”

             “I gotta get Y/N outta here,” Daryl said.

             “Daryl, you should go with her,” you interjected, “I’ll be fine.”

             “No, I’m not leaving you again,” Daryl replied, “Look what happened last time.”

             “Look, we can cover more ground if we split up,” Michonne suggested. She and Daryl led you out of the room and she headed down the hallway, pointing down the opposite end, “You guys go that way and I’ll go this way.”

             “Come on,” you said, tugging on Daryl’s sleeve, “Let’s go. Once I’m moving, I think I’ll be okay.”

             Daryl shook his head, grabbing you by the hand and taking off running down the hall. You were having a difficult time keeping up with him. He was practically dragging you, “No. I’m gonna get you somewhere safe and go on my own.”

             “But my sister…” you mumbled, “And the other kids…”

             “I’ll make sure your sister is safe,” Daryl said, “Y/N, I’d never let anything happen to either one of you. I’d die before I let anything happen. You and your sister are both safe with me. But I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?”

             You were silent until you were outside and he brought you to a secluded area outside the building. Sitting underneath a tree out of sight, you nodded, “Of course I do, Daryl.”

             “Good,” he said. He held your face in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek, “And…and when this is all over, I won’t leave you again.”

             You lit up at that, “You mean it?”

             “I do,” he said, “I won’t be going anywhere. I’ll stay with you and Y/S/N.”

              You weren’t sure how much time had passed as your body finally gave out on you and you lost consciousness. It was as if you were only holding on until you knew everyone was safe. You were awoken by gentle shaking and a familiar gruff voice speaking softly, “Y/N. Y/N, come on wake up.”

             “Hm?” you opened your eyes to see Daryl sitting on his knees in front of you. Michonne was standing behind him holding Judith’s hand while checking on all the other kids. Before you could react, your sister was launching herself into your arms. You breathed her in, wrapping your arms around her tiny body, “Oh god, Y/S/N. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

             “No, I’m okay,” she replied, “It was scary but I knew you would find me.”

             “Of course I was going to,” you said, squeezing her tighter, “I’d never let anyone hurt you. You know that. Come on, let’s get home. I don’t wanna be out here anymore.”

             “Yeah and we need to get that burn looked at,” Daryl said. Your sister climbed off your lap and Daryl pulled you to your feet, “You’ll be okay to walk?”

             You nodded, “I’m okay. I just wanna get everyone back home.”

             Everyone walked ahead, including your sister who ran to join her friends but you pulled Daryl back before he could start walking, “Wait a second, Daryl.”

             “What is it?” he asked. You surprised him by smashing your lips against his. He was eager in response, resting his hands on your hips. When you pulled away from him, he gave you a smile, “What was that for?”

             “Thank you,” you said, “For all you’ve done. And for staying with me and my sister. I hope I can repay you for everything one day.”

             “You don’t need to,” he said, his rough hands running up and down your waist, “I don’t do any of this for the praise. I do it so you and Y/S/N are safe. You’re my family.”

             “I’m glad,” you said. You took his hand and quickly rejoined the others. Daryl was always one to try to right his wrongs. And you knew one day, he would want to go back out there and continue his search for Rick. But knowing that he would always come back was enough. You knew how much he loved you and how much he loved your sister. It was never anything he said but you could feel it in everything he did. You were his and he was yours.

Hold on....so Carol never apologizes to Connie for almost killing her? I get Connie is a nice person so she probably isn’t mad about it but goddamn it seems like Yumiko and Daryl were the only ones who were rightfully pissed at Carol for being an inconsiderate dickwad.

Oh well...at least our girl Connie is okay and hopefully we get the best reunion for her and Daryl 😭

Leah is a self serving BITCH and I hope her death ain’t a quick one.

I’m gonna be honest here...I don’t really care about this Commonwealth stuff

Did anyone else think Hilarie Burton Morgan’s take on Daryl & Leah was kinda...stupid? Like oh people do bad things all the time and the population is dwindling if they wanna get back together oh welllll (that’s not what she said word for word but that’s the vibe I got based on what she said lol)

Like....what? That’s a TERRIBLE take on it. Between that and her take on Negan leaving Maggie behind, I’m convinced she’s just biased because she knows them and is married to JDM lol! Which that’s fair but let’s not act like Daryl needs to be getting back with Leah Hahahaha

Leah has some nerve to basically make Daryl choose between her and his family (being a complete outsider to the situation) and then act like a victim. This “you left me” bullshit needs to stop Hahahaha! I hope someone kicks her ass

Look, look, look I know Negan doesn’t deserve Maggie’s forgiveness and he did horrible things but Maggie is being an ASS. Negan is CORRECT when he says that she’s acting like a dictator.

But he also deserved that hit from Daryl for bringing up Glenn.

Maggie is still being an ass.

When I Found You

Can I have a Tara x fem reader where the reader and her family are a new group Alexandrian's meet and Tara starts to fall for her ? X

 Hey guys! I know I’ve been away, not updating anything for the last year. I guess I haven’t felt too much motivation with everything that’s been going on this past year. And my mental health has gone up and down a lot lately. I’ve…developed anxiety? Which is a weird feeling. But on a more positive note, I turned 26 on March 4th so that’s exciting. Anyways, I thought with my return, I’d try something new. I currently have two work-in-progress one shots that I’ve been stuck on so I’m setting them aside for now. I hope you enjoy this.

 Note: Y/M/N = Your mom’s name // Y/D/N = Your dad’s name

 Also, just know that hate will NOT be tolerated and any negative comments will be deleted and you’ll be blocked. If you’re anti-LGBTQ+, I don’t know what you’re doing here anyway following a bisexual writer so…just so ya know…keep all nasty comments to yourself.

             Was it bad to fall in love so easily? Tara always found herself in trouble because of that so she’d always felt it was. She’d had her heart broken so many times, lost so many that maybe it was best for her to be alone. At least for a little while. She’d made peace with it by now, keeping herself busy by going on more runs, taking more shifts at the gate, and any other small tasks that needed to be done.

             “Hey, I’m here to relieve you,” Rosita declared as she climbed up to the top of the fence to stand beside Tara, “Maybe now you can go relax. I’m tired just watching you. Are you okay?”

             “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Tara replied, “Just…trying to keep busy, ya know? No big deal.”

             “I get it,” Rosita said, “I just think you should maybe slow down a little bit. You don’t wanna overwork yourself. No one would hold it against you.”

             Before Tara could argue further, she was interrupted by Michonne, who was emerging from the woods and making her presence known so Eugene could open up the gate. She had a small group with her, though Tara couldn’t make out the details on who they were. But it appeared to be an older couple and a young woman with them. Tara, completely ignoring her friend’s advice, climbed down to meet Michonne.

             “What’s going on?” Tara inquired as Michonne stepped through the gate, “New people?”

             Michonne nodded, “This is Y/N and these are her parents, Y/M/N and Y/D/N. Y/N was fighting off walkers practically on her own. They needed proper shelter here.”

             Tara turned to meet your gaze and her words caught in her throat at first. Seeing how beautiful you were even slightly hidden under blood stains was almost overwhelming at first. But she had to stop herself. No, she remembered it was a bad thing to fall so easily. You hadn’t even spoken to her yet. She couldn’t get caught up in a pretty face.

             “All on your own?” Tara finally managed, “Impressive. You must be exhausted.”

             “Anything for my mom and dad,” you replied with a small chuckle. You stuffed your hands in your pants pockets and let out a heavy sigh, “But yeah, I’m pretty tired. We’re lucky that Michonne found us. I don’t know how much longer we would’ve made it out there. I’m pretty impressed myself actually. Never thought I’d see…I dunno…civilization again.”

             “Neither did I,” Tara said, “But there’s plenty of other communities just like us. World’s getting a little bigger these days.”

             You nodded in agreement as your parents walked off with Michonne. You pointed at the three of them as you started to follow, “I should get going, get cleaned up and sleep for once. What’d you say your name was?”

             “I didn’t, it’s Tara,” she replied.

             You grinned as you gave Tara a playful salute, “Well, I’ll see you around, Tara.”

 * * *

             The next few days, Tara tried her best to keep things light with you because the more time you spent together, the harder it would soon become to suppress any feelings. But you were certainly not making it easy with the way you smiled at her, the way you touched her arm while you spoke. Sometimes, she just wasn’t able to avoid you as the two of you had guard duty together. You were quiet for a while which was a relief for Tara but she also couldn’t stand the silence between the two of you.

             “So…” Tara said, finally breaking the silence. She felt your eyes on her but she wouldn’t turn to face you, “You never told me where you were from before all this.”

             “I was from Connecticut,” you said, “I was living with my boyfriend at the time. We got separated in the very beginning and I haven’t seen him since. I have no idea if he’s alive.”

             Tara’s heart sank at the mention of a boyfriend. It was probably better this way anyway. Tara couldn’t risk your life just because she caught feelings too quickly. She sighed and gave you a small nod, “I’m sorry to hear that. I just lost my girlfriend. I won’t get into details but…it’s been hard.”

             “Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss,” you replied, “It doesn’t get easier even when all you know is death now, ya know?”

             Tara nodded in agreement, “Yeah. It makes me…hesitant to let anyone in again. Denise…she wasn’t the first girlfriend I lost. It just…feels like maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

             “Oh Tara,” you mumbled. You placed your hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezed, running your hand back and forth across her upper back. Your touch made her shiver but she tried her best to hide it, “Tara, no one’s meant to be alone. Humans are social creatures. We need other people. I think the world has shown us that lately. We can’t make it alone.”

             “I guess I can’t argue with that,” Tara said, leaning slightly into your arms, “It’s just scary, ya know?”

             “I know,” you said, “You’ll get through this. It looks like you have a great family here. And you can always talk to me too. As long as you don’t keep avoiding me like you have been.”

             “Y/N, I haven’t been avoiding you,” Tara replied nervously, “I’ve just been…busy.”

             “Look, I’m not stupid,” you said sternly, “I’m not sure what I did but I hope one day, you can feel comfortable enough to talk to me.”

             “It’s nothing you did,” Tara said, “It’s…it’s complicated.”

             “No, I get it,” you said, “You just said you’re afraid to let people in again. But I can promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I’ve survived things that should’ve killed me but I’m still here. You don’t have to be afraid of losing me.”

             Tara stared at you for a long time, her eyes drifting down to your mouth, your tongue darting across your lips. You smiled warmly at her, reaching up to hold her face in your hands, “We’re gonna be fine, right?”

             “Yeah,” Tara said in a whisper. Her body moved involuntarily and she acted before she could even think it, leaning in to kiss your lips. You surprised her by welcoming her kiss, your hands moving to the back of her neck. It felt like such a relief to kiss you, to feel her touch, like she was starving for it. The relief didn’t last long though. As her head began to clear, she started thinking about what she’d just done and she quickly pulled away from you, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to…I…”

             “Hey,” you said softly after a moment of stunned silence, “It’s okay, Tara. I’m not upset I actually-”

             Tara scrambled down the ladder, “I have to go. I’ll send someone to relieve me. But I’ve gotta go.”

             “Tara, wait!” you called out after her. You wanted to run after her but you couldn’t leave the fence without someone watching it so all you could do was watch Tara walk off in a huff, “Tara! Fuck.”

 * * *

             After asking Rosita to take over with guard duty for the rest of her shift, Tara stayed hidden in her house for the rest of the afternoon. Rosita had asked what happened but Tara couldn’t bring herself to explain it. She forced a kiss on a girl who obviously wasn’t interested in women. Everything about that was wrong and she couldn’t stand to face you for that.

             Hours had passed with Tara lying on her couch staring at the ceiling when there was a knock on her door, “Tara, open up. It’s me, Y/N. I know you’re home.”

             “Y/N, I don’t feel like talking,” Tara groaned. The door swung open and you stood at the doorway, pointing at Tara with a grimace on your face. Tara sat up, eyes wide in shock, “Y/N! What the hell?”

             “I’m not leaving until we talk about this,” you snapped as you slammed the door behind you. Approaching the couch, you jabbed Tara in the shoulder, “Now, why would you avoid me, then kiss me, then run away from me? You know you’re giving me whiplash!”

             “You know why I’ve been avoiding you?” Tara grumbled, “Because I like you, okay?! But you’re not into women and then I kissed you anyway even though I knew that. How are you not upset?”

             “Maybe you should’ve let me finish my sentence earlier before you ran off,” you snarled, “Because I was going to say that I wasn’t upset. I actually liked it. I liked kissing you.”

             “But you’re-”

             “I said I had a boyfriend, I never said I was straight,” you interjected, “I had a girlfriend until about a month or so ago. And I was like you! I thought I’d never find another person that I could feel that way for ever again. And then I walked through those gates and saw you and everything changed for me. You know how hard it was on me being avoided by you? I had to switch things around just to end up on guard duty with you.”

             “Wow,” Tara sighed, “I had no idea.”

             “Because you weren’t letting yourself,” you said. You let out a sigh and you flopped down on the couch by Tara’s feet, patting her legs, “I’m sorry for the rant, Tara. I’ve just never met anyone so frustrating and stubborn. But I really liked that kiss.”

             “Yeah?” Tara said, tucking her legs under her body and scooting closer to you. You moved with her until there were only inches separating you, “Well, I’m sorry for cutting it short then.”

             You tucked her dark hair behind her ear, biting your bottom lip, “We could always pick it up where we left off.”

             Before Tara could make the move, you gripped onto her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. Tara felt you smile against her lips before you pulled away, letting out a giggle, “I really like you a lot, Tara. And I’m not going anywhere.”

             Tara’s cheeks ached with how much she was smiling as she rested her hands on your hips, “I don’t intend on letting anything ever happen to you.”

             As you pulled her back in for another kiss, this one more aggressive than the last, Tara felt like the fear in her was melting away. She never thought she’d be able to open up to another person and then there you were, almost like you were sent here to show her she didn’t have to be afraid. Maybe falling fast wasn’t such a bad thing sometimes.

 HEY GUYS I’M GLAD TO BE BACK. I hope this turned out okay. Love you guys so much. Maybe I’ll update one of my stories next? What do you guys think?

Hey guys!! Just wanna give y’all an update on one shots & stories and things like that cause.......it’s been a disrespectful amount of time since I posted any stories. Sorry for that. I’ll explain more a little bit later BUT I am currently working on a one shot. I just moved so I haven’t had internet the last 2 days and so can’t post on my computer. But I’m excited to come back and to post a new one shot. I hope to finish in the next few days. I should have Internet today (fingers crossed) so I can post again! Thanks for sticking around, those that have :)

I was thinking and maybe I’m wrong but...was it fair of Leah to make Daryl choose? I realize he would’ve chosen her if she hadn’t disappeared but I don’t think it was fair of her to ask him to choose. Because he’s always gonna be someone who’s on a mission, big or small. If he’s needed, he’ll be there. That’s just who he is and obviously it was just them so she didn’t see how he is with the group. To make him choose just didn’t sit right with me but maybe I’m just being overdramatic hahaha

Daryl calling out Carol for being fucking stupid is MUSIC TO MY FUCKING EARS

My biggest beef with TWD world beyond is how fucking dumb these kids are.

How are you gonna raise kids in a zombie apocalypse and not properly train them how to survive outside the walls?? Like puking on a walker and being like “that’s what you get” like this is a big joke? REALLY?

Their community is much more modern than Alexandria is in TWD but Jesus Christ the kids are growing up more prepared than this bunch of dumbasses. You wouldn’t see Judith laughing and making pouting faces at her brother like this was a game.

I’m really trying to give this a chance but goddamn these kids are so insanely dumb and so are the adults for not preparing them for this. A class on how to kill walkers just isn’t enough. And don’t get me started on the fucker going out in a fucking suit.