reader almost gets bit on a run and Daryl is furious with her. They get back to
the prison and she asks him to teach her a thing or two about self-defense
against walkers and people. Sweaty training ends in rough smut, Daryl style. ;)
You hear the gates of the prison opening, one by one, as you
sit in the car with Rick and Michonne, waiting to leave the prison and go to a
town nearby to gather supplies. You wipe your hands up and down your jeans a
few times and take a few deep breathes, trying to calm your nerves. This was
the first run you had gone on with Rick’s group and you were nervous as hell,
but you wanted to prove your worth to the group.
Rick and Daryl had rescued you from a herd of walkers a few
weeks, your group had been overrun by a sudden herd and you had lost everyone,
you thought you were also gone until you saw Rick and Daryl run up to you, with
four walkers nearly on top of you, as they chomped at you, trying to grab your
flesh. The two men easily pulled the walkers off you and smashed their heads
in, using their boots and couple of iron rods in their hands. They had been in
the area looking for supplies at the time they heard you scream. You had never
been so glad to see other people in your life.
After that they offered you a place to stay at the prison,
Rick asked the three questions and you seemed to pass. The past few weeks you
had been lucky enough to have a roof over your head, a safe place to sleep, and
people who actually seemed to be decent human beings. It was like an
out-of-body experience for this world, you were so happy to have found them.
And then there was Daryl, one of the men who had saved you. Daryl was something
so different, you didn’t even know how to describe him. Shy but confident,
tough but sensitive, kind but harsh, he was the kind of man it would take a
lifetime to figure out and you certainly would have no problem with that.
You couldn’t help but notice this confident, yet nervous,
man, every time he was near you. He didn’t say much, but he always seemed to
have twenty things on his mind. You wondered what it would be like to hear all
those thoughts that never escaped his mouth. This run was important to you,
showing the group you could handle yourself. But Daryl? Daryl was more
important, in a world like this, there is no time to sit back and ponder.You wanted to be with him any chance you got.
Your head snaps back to reality as you hear Daryl’s
motorcycle roar to life in front of the truck you rode in. You see Daryl look
back at Rick and nod as he drove forward out of the gates, one by one. Rick
followed him out and you look back, seeing Carl and Sasha quickly closing each
gate behind your entourage. You bite your lip a little feeling the rush of
butterflies again in your stomach. You gripped the knife in your hand tightly,
almost drawing blood, you wince and put the knife back in the holster on your
side, continuing to play with your hands for the drive.
I have this headcannon that every shore leave, everyone goes and does their separate things, but everyone comes back like two days before shore leave ends, and there’s a really big party for all of the crew, every single red, blue and yellow shirt is in attendance, and they all drink, and mingle with each other, and it’s always the best night of shore leave, and almost everyone gets drunk, which is why they need to come back two days before shore leave ends, everyone needs an entire day to recover from the wicked hangovers they have the next day.
But Kirk gets drunk and starts to hang around Bones telling him he has “eyes like stars” that “no one in Georgia can beat” and Bones just rolls his eyes and kisses Kirk.
Chekov and Scotty will have a contest to see who can drink the lost pints, and everyone is cheering them on, saying “chug, chug, chug” and Spock collects bets because obviously there’s going to be a bet on who can drink the most, and Uhura and Sulu spectating and arguing because those are their boyfriends having a drinking contest and obviously they’re going to defend them.
But basically it’s just this really amazing event and everyone looks forward to it it’s like the best part of shore leave.
You know what’s crazy? After all the places I’ve been seeing in Europe, I miss Savannah, Georgia. Nothing beats it. Its even crazier that it’s not even my real home. The connection I have with that place makes it my home though.
Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Could you do a Carl x reader personal imagine where he sees old scars on my arm and comforts me? My name is Robyn thank you!”
Word count: 307
Warnings: swearing, mentions of self-harm
Note: if you’re suffering with depression and think you’re worthless, you’re not. trust me. i’ve been in your place– hell i still am– and if you need to talk about it –ABOUT ANYTHING– i’m here.
You were sweating profusely. The harsh sun of Georgia beating down on your skin. Your sweater trapped the heat, making you suffer even more. You craved the feeling of release of the fabric dressing your upper-half, so you hesitantly peeled it off your sticky body.
You were wearing a t-shirt underneath. It’s colour fading slightly from wear. Small holes and threads hung from it, but it made due. You looked at your arm and the faded scars. Tracing them with your pointer finger you remembered how they came to be. A tear slipped down your face thinking about how much you’d grown from those times.
“Hey, Robyn.” Carl, the older brother to Judith Grimes approached you. The two of you hadn’t talked that much because, well, to be frank, you were sometimes a loner. It surprised you he had even bothered to learn your name.
“Hey, Carl.” You mumbled, quickly planting your hand on the row of scars. Blocking them from his view. He looked at you with confused eyes and knotted eyebrows.
“What are you doing?” He asked, interested in why you had been crying. He knelled down beside you, sitting softly in the long grass. You looked out to the small pond in front of you, trying to hide your face. But not before he could see the tears. “Why are you crying?”
“Memories.” You answered truthfully, he nodded, grabbing for your hand. The same hand resting over your scars. You let him take it, not realizing they’d be exposed. The feeling for his hand on yours, his skin touching yours too intense to think properly. He looked down, his breathing stopping for a moment.
“Robyn,” He gulped, looking back into your eyes. Another tear dripped down your face. “You don’t have to do that. I’m here.”
You’re a new character on The Walking Dead, you have many scenes with Daryl so over time you and Norman grow very close. You grow feelings for each other despite the fact that you keep dating famous guys your age. You often go to Norman to vent about guy problems, one day he has had enough and snaps.
Norman x Fem!Reader
Requested by Anon
You were fairly new to The Walking Dead Cast. You had only been there for the last half of season six and you were now back for season 7. You had grown particularly close to Norman since your characters had a lot of scenes together. Somewhere along the line you had developed feelings for him despite dating other famous guys your age. One day he has finally had enough of you venting to him about other guys and he snaps.
One Week Ago
You had just filmed a particularly grueling scene with Norman and Andrew so it was fair to say that you were pretty tired and you wanted a little rest before your next scene that would be shot after lunch.
You headed back to your trailer, the Georgia sun beating down on your skin. You thanked the Lord that you had remembered to turn the AC on in your trailer before you had gone to film the scene this morning.
The cool air hit you in the face as soon as you entered the trailer. You threw your head back a little and smiled as the cool air washed over your sweaty body. You hummed a little tune to yourself as you grabbed your phone from your dressing table.
You checked it and saw that you had a text from your current boyfriend Steven McQueen. He was acting different lately and you were staring to become unsure of the relationship because of this and also because of the man who always made your heart skip a beat. You did really like Steven, you hadn’t been together long enough for you to love him but you were sure that in time you could love him and forget about the other man.
You had been with Steven since you had wrapped season six, before that you were with Hayden Christensen but that didn’t work out and the two of you moved on. You took a deep breath as you read the message.
Steven: Y/N I know you’re working but we need to talk. Come over tonight.
You felt a pit of dread form in your stomach and let out an audible sigh that bounced off the trailer walls loudly. A knock on the door pulled you out of your train of thought. You walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Norman. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.
“Hey” you said with a fake smile.
“Hey. We’re gonna go over our lines if you want to join us?”
“Sure. I’ll uh. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Y/N are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. He had always managed to see right through you. “I. I’m fine. It’s just Steven has been acting different lately and now he wants to talk” his jaw tightened and he sucked in his bottom lip as he looked down at the floor.
“I’m sure everything will be fine Y/N” he said and you were sure that you could hear a hint of anger in his voice. You pushed the thought aside and went to rehearse with him.
The rest of the day went by quickly and before you knew it you were in your car driving to Steven’s place. You took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking up to the door, you gently knocked on it, your hands were shaking and the shaking only got worse when Steven opened the door.
He didn’t even speak to you as he invited you into his place. He just stepped aside and let you in, it was only when the two of you were sat on his couch. “Okay. I’m just going to come out and say it. Y/N, I really, really like you but. I just don’t see this working out” he said straight faced with a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Can you at least give me a reason? I didn’t come all this way for you to dump me and not give me a valid reason” you said angrily.
“It’s just not working. I’m sorry. I think it’s best if you leave now, so it’s easier for the both of us” he said looking at the floor. You pushed yourself off the couch and looked down at him, the tears were threatening to spill but you held them back. “Fine. Bye Steven” those angry were the last words were the last ones you said to him before walking out of the door and never looking back.
You headed to Norman’s, the tears flowing down your cheeks as you drove to his house. You knocked on the door and it didn’t take long for Norman to answer. At the sight of your tears stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes he invited you into his house and engulfed you into a hug.
“How could he do this?! It’s been a week! A week Norman and he’s moved on! I am so sick of men! Every guy I’ve been with screws me over! They just stand me up, cheat on me or prove that they never even cared about me! I’m so sick of this! You know what. I’m calling him. I need answers!” you yelled, you were pretty sure all of the cast and crew could hear you from outside Norman’s trailer but at this point you just didn’t care.
You picked up your phone and began to dial Steven’s number. You couldn’t believe he had done this.
Yet again you were coming to Norman with boy problems.
You were about to hit dial when your phone was snatched out of your hands and thrown on the couch.
“Well you know what Y/N. I’m sick of you coming to me with your boy problems. I’m so sick and tired of not telling you the truth. None of those guys are good for you. Hell, when you told me you were with Steven I was angry. I was jealous because he had you. I never told you that I have feelings for you because you were always with someone else and I didn’t want to ruin your happiness. I’ve kept it myself for months but I just can’t anymore. If you don’t feel the same way then fine! Just don’t come to me with your boy problems anymore” he snapped.
You stood there frozen in place for a minute or two, your eyes wide, your mouth hanging open slightly. Norman looked at you with a soft but serious expression.
“Norman I-” he held his hand up to cut you off.
“I got the message Y/N. You don’t feel the same way” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice as he looked down at the floor.
“That’s not what I was going to say Norman” you said softly and took a step closer to him so you could cup his cheek in your hand, at the feel of your hand on his cheek he looked up at you.
You didn’t say anything else, instead of telling him that you felt the same way you showed him. You gently pressed your lips to his, it took him a second to register what was happening but then he kissed you back and your heart skipped a beat.
He placed one hand on the small of your back and the other in your hair so he could pull you closer to him and you had your hands splayed on his chest. Your lips on his felt right, you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, it was perfect.
If you could divide the plots up in S3 by episode, how would you do it? What you put in episode 1? And keep it at 13 episodes. (Hope this makes sense)
Ok so I’m drunk as balls and tried to answer this on my phone and it didn’t work so I’m trying again on my computer and I know I said I thought the reunion was gonna be in ep. 303 before but I’m revising that now.
Ok. Here goes. And as always, I’m Jon Snow'ing the fuck out of this shit.
Claire/Bree/Roger finding Jamie and post-Culloden.
Claire’s miserable marriage to Frank and the cave.
Claire in med school and Ardsmuir.
Frank dying and Helwater.
Ian getting kidnapped.
First ship/Turtle Soup.
Fergus and Marsali’s wedding and the initial Jamaica stuff.
The girl wiped sweat from her brow as the harsh Georgia sun beat down on her tiny body. She was helping her father with the crops, "Well it sure it hot today ain't it daddy?!" She called to him with a grin.
“Mhm” he glanced over sweeping his dark chocolate hair back from his forehead “hope'ly it won’t hurt the crops…” he said thoughtfully. There hadn’t been much wet to speak of lately and it didn’t do well on the crops ay all.