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Daryl Imagine ~ Lovable Nag


I just couldn’t really come up with a good summary for this one, so you find the request for this imagine below.
I hope it’s as requested and you like it!

Hi~♡ thank you for your writings!
Could I request the reader convincing Daryl to trim his hair? Just to get it out of his eyes lol. And it’s awkward and fluffy because he isn’t used to people touching him?
They don’t have to be together necessarily, but maybe he likes them? Lol okay I’m done! Thank you for reading!

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

“Oh come on Daryl”, you pouted as you tried to convince him for the felt thousandth time today.
“Ain’t gonna cut my hair, (Y/N). Ain’t gonna do that”, he sighed as he drove down the road as you passed the first advertisement from before for Alexandria.
2 miles left.
Actually, you were in a pretty good and amused, maybe in an even a little overwrought mood after your extremely successful run.
And in your happy mood, you’d gotten an idea Daryl obviously wasn’t that into.

“It’d be just a small trim, just to get it out of your eyes. I mean, how often did you curse about it poking your eyes since we’re out here?”, you rhetorically asked as you looked over to him.
“Not once”, he said slightly growling before you let out a chuckle.
“And now you’re straight up lying”, you said leaning back into your seat while you could still watch Daryl.

“First thing I’ll do is take a damn nap”, he muttered as you rolled your eyes and let out an unpleasant huff.
“I’m gonna take a shower. You should too before I cut your hair, works better”, you said, liking the way you could tease him with this topic.
“Ain’t gonna take a shower, ain’t gonna let you cut my hair”, he muttered taking one of the sodas you had found and taking a good sip of it.
“Would that change if we’d shower together?”, your excited and blithe mood let bubble out of you before you got reminded of what you had just said by Daryl who choked on his soda and turned tomato red underneath the strands of hair that hung into his face.
“I..uh-”, he began, as you cut him off trying to help him to get out of the situation.
“I’m just kidding you don’t have to shower with me”, you said slightly chuckling trying to save Daryl and the situation.
Daryl turned less red, trying to focus on the road before you could catch a small glimpse of disappointment in his face.
“We’ll be there in a minute”, he said as you passed the last sign and you could already see the gates from afar.
“And now you’re just trying to distract me”, you muttered teasingly while a grin formed on your lips.
“You can be a goddamn nag you know that?”, he said, while even he couldn’t hold a small grin back and you let out another chuckle.
“Can’t bother you a lot, you like to keep me company way too much for that”, you laughed, seeing how Daryl turned back to a light shade of red.

Just a few moments later you stood in front of Alexandria’s gates while they slowly opened.
Daryl’s face color had gone back to normal as you drove inside and could already see the excited faces of the people who came over to the truck to unload it.
“Think about it”, you said with a wink before you hopped out of the truck and walked back to your house.

Back inside you took your deserved shower, enjoying every single bit of the hot water before you slipped into your fresh clothes and walked down the stairs, surprisingly not finding Daryl sleeping on the couch before you walked into the kitchen.
“Heard you made a good run”, Michonne said with a smile as she leaned against the counter.
“Yes, it was pretty good”, you said smiling back as you suddenly heard how the shower turned on.
You looked questioning up as Michonnes smile turned into a grin.
“Daryl’s showering. I don’t know what you did to him to convince him but it must’ve been good”, she chuckled teasingly as you looked slightly bewildered at her.
“I did nothing”, you muttered before she looked chuckling at you.
“Sure”, she said still with that chuckle in her voice as she patted your shoulder and walked out of the room.
“See you later”, you heard her voice say a few moments later before the front door shut.

A bit later you saw Daryl walking down the stairs, freshly showered and with fresh clothes on as he looked at you as soon as he caught you standing in the living room.
“You gonna get the scissors or what?”, he asked while you looked at him, not really believing that he had actually said that.
“Oh yeah, sure”, you said, going over to the small cabinet and pulling out the scissors.
Quickly you placed them on the table, set a chair for Daryl into the right position before you looked up to him.
“Make yourself cozy on here”, you said smiling, patting the backrest of the chair before Daryl sat down.
“I’ll get you something to cover your shoulders up”, you said as you walked over to the kitchen to get a tea towel.
“You don’t have to, I don’t give a shit”, you heard him call for you as you searched for one in the drawers.
“But I do, you got fresh clothes on and I don’t plan to make them dirty right away”, you said laughing as you grabbed a towel, walked back into the living room while you actually enjoyed seeing Daryl a little different than the way you were used to seeing him on your runs, all dirty and with old, partly ripped clothes.

“Alright then let’s go”, you muttered as you began to comb and cut Daryl’s hair.
He seemed a bit awkward and tensed, but you knew it wasn’t because of the haircut but because of the whole touching thing.
And he seemed that way even though he didn’t have as many problems with you touching him than whenever others did that.
“Wait, you have to keep your head straight”, you muttered as you leaned down, cupped his face slightly to put it in the right position while Daryl’s tensed a little under your touch.
“Tell me if you don’t want me to touch you somewhere, I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable”, you muttered as you let go of his face and you could see Daryl a bit shyly hesitating for a few seconds.
“Nah,…just not used to it”, he muttered while his voice got quiet at the end of the sentence.
“Okay, just wanted to make sure”, you muttered as you combed through his hair and took another strand of hair between your fingers to carefully cut it.

Moving on to his front part you gave him a small smile before you began to talk.
“Close your eyes”, you muttered in a soft tone before Daryl closed his eyes, his nose wrinkling and his face muscles twitching and tensing slightly before your fingers reached for his hair again and cut them as well.
“And open them again”, you muttered before Daryl did what you told him.
“You’re not gonna regret it”, you said as you saw Daryl looking to the hair that already laid on the ground.
“Hope so”, he said, a little more relaxed than before while you let out a small chuckle and began to cut the last bit of the hair that was left to cut.
“Almost there”, you said in a quiet tone before you got the scissors away from Daryl, went your fingers through his hair to get it a bit in shape as you felt how he shivered slightly but at the same time let out an almost inaudible pleased sigh.
Stepping in front of him you looked at him with a smile and crouched a little to see all of him.
“You look great! And I can finally see your eyes”, you chuckled slightly while Daryl let out a small chuckle as well.
“You could see them before too”, he muttered slightly grinning.
“Still prefer to see them completely”, you said before you backed away and you saw a small smile growing on Daryl’s lips.
“Oh wait I’ll get you a mirror”, you said, walking over to the closet and taking a small mirror out of it before handing it over to him.
He looked at himself while you actually felt a little nervous before you couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“And?”, you asked a bit cautiously.
“Mhmm”, he said slightly nodding while you raised your eyebrows.
“Mhmm is no real answer”, you said as he turned a bit around to you.
“It’s good”, he nodded again while a proud smirk created on your lips.
“Means you gonna want to do this for the rest of my life huh?”, he muttered with a small chuckle.
“Yep”, you laughed, as you walked back to him.

“What did even let you change your mind?”, you asked muttering as you sat down in the armchair next to the couch Daryl had let himself fall onto.
Daryl shrugged his shoulders grabbed the blanket that laid on the armrest of the couch, placed the blanket on his lap before he looked hesitantly up to you.
“If it makes you happy, you know…”, he said shrugging his shoulders slightly again while he fumbled on the edge of the blanket and you could feel a smile growing on your lips.
“Yeah.. but that doesn’t mean you can start to get new ideas”, he murmured with a little grin.
“Damn it”, you said with a chuckle as Daryl began to slightly laugh.
“Well I guess I might owe you a favor huh?”, you asked as you sunk deeper into the soft fabric of the armchair and a yawn escaped your mouth as you felt the exhaustion that stuck in your bones from the run slowly rush through your whole body.
Before you could look back to Daryl the blanket flew into your lap.
“Two favors”, you muttered as you spread the blanket over your legs, looked back up to him and began to talk again.
“The offer with the shower still stands”, you teased chuckling as Daryl couldn’t hide the slight redness of his face behind the now gone strands of hair.
“You showered too hot earlier”, Daryl muttered as laid himself onto the couch, leaned his arms behind his head and stretched his legs.
“Maybe”, you chuckled leaning your head against the armchair and another yawn escaped your mouth.
“Gonna have to take care of that when we’re showering together”, he suddenly said as your head snapped over to him at the sudden and pretty unexpected comment.
“You should see yourself”, he laughed slightly as his eyes already began to flutter in sleepiness before you threw a pillow at his face.
“Well, thanks for that”, he muttered as he laid the pillow beneath his head and let out a yawn.
“Sleep good nag”, he muttered with a sleepy and small grin on his lips.
“Yeah you too”, you replied already in a drowsy tone, smiling one last time as you saw how Daryl drifted to sleep before you cuddled yourself into the armchair and let the sleep pull you into its peaceful depths.


It’s You and Me Part 3 - Carl Grimes x Reader

@voidlunaa @mylovedylanobrien


It’s You and Me Part 1 // It’s You and Me Part 2

Reader has to go back with Negan to the Sanctuary. She has to come up with a plan to escape him so that she can return to Alexandria.

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of Suicide?

Originally posted by lets-letmeimagine-posts

It was the worst feeling in the world having to let go of Carl when he held you.

“Please, Y/n.” He whispered as he held you tight.

“It’s the only way, Carl. He has to think I’m dead or he won’t let me go.”

“But I want you to stay here, with me.”

“I will, I’ll come back. I promise.”

You let go of his hands and stepped back, you could see Negan walking back towards the trucks, ready to go. Carl stared at you, his eyes full of longing. You kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, 

“I’ll come back for you Carl Grimes. If it’s the last thing I do on this earth. You mean everything to me and even though I tried to hate you for what you did. I never could. So stick around. I won’t be long.” 

And with that you stepped up into the truck, as Carl jogged away back into Alexandria, you slammed the door shut. Negan came round the side of the truck.

“That kid wasn’t giving you any trouble was he, Y/n? Because you know I don’t like troublemakers.”

You smiled at him, “Nope, everything’s fine. He was just talking about how unfair the trade is.” You lied, rolling your eyes. “I don’t understand how though? It seems perfectly clear to me.”

Negan chuckled and nodded his head as he revved the engine. “Let’s go boys!” He yelled out the window to the rest of them. He pulled away and you watched Alexandria get smaller and smaller in the mirror. It didn’t matter though, you were going to be back.

When you got back to the Sanctuary, you went straight to your room and slumped on your bed. The drive had been long and it had been a pretty big day. You got changed and climbed into bed, you wished Carl’s arms could hold you right now but you weren’t sad because you knew they would soon. Once you lied down, you realised how tired you were and within a few minutes you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up, got dressed and went to eat breakfast. Negan was there, he flashed a smile which you returned awkwardly. After eating, you went back to your room. You had to decide how you were going to get out of here. It didn’t make sense, you actually felt bad for Negan. He was treating your friends like shit but he had taken you in and you felt like you were betraying him by doing this. 

“It’s easier this way.” You said to yourself as you finished loading more clothes into your backpack. You had decided on a plan and you were praying it would work because you didn’t have a plan B.

You walked out your room and down the hall. You knocked on the familiar wooden door. A few seconds later, Negan opened the door to his room.

“Y/n? What a nice surprise. Come on in.”

You obeyed, you walked in and sat down in the chair he was gesturing to.

“What can I help you with?” He asked, sitting in the chair opposite.

“Er…” You couldn’t help but notice Lucille propped up next to the chair, “I wanted to know if I could go out on a run by myself?” You asked, “I need to clear my head and just be away from people for a little bit. Yesterday was quite overwhelming.” You added, looking up at him.

“Hm.” He nodded, “I understand what you mean but I needed to take you along. You needed to see how much better we are than them, bigger, stronger, safer.” He said looking you right in the eye.

“I’m glad you took me,” That one wasn’t a lie, “It was sort of closure, I’ve been wanting to get rid of them from my head and by seeing what a dump their life is now, I have.” You lied, smiling at him. You hoped you were a good actress.

“Uhuh. So when do you want to go?”

You blinked, you didn’t think it would be this easy.

“Possibly later today?” You asked.

He raised his eyebrows, “Are you sure? I mean you only just got back, surely today is a bit soon.” He stated. “God, someone would think you’re trying to get away from me!” He smiled but his eyes were dead serious.

You laughed awkwardly. “No. I just really needs to be alone for a while. There’s a lot of things I need to do.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you soon then.”

“Err, there’s one other thing actually. Would I be able to have a car?”

He raised his eyebrows once again, “How far are you planning on going?” He chuckled.

You smiled back at him, “Not far, I just want it so I feel safer. Incase I end up in the dark or something…” You trailed off.

He stood up, “Sure thing. Just don’t stay out too late.” He winked at you as you stepped out of his room. “See ya soon.” He finished, shutting the door. 

You breathed deeply as you walked back to your room. 

You had the note ready but you didn’t know what to do with it, 

I’m not right for this world. I feel like I am a burden to you. Don’t come looking for me. I don’t know if you’ll ever see this note but by the time you have, I’ll be dead. It’s better off this way, I can’t live with the pain anymore

.Thank you for everything,


You didn’t even know if the note was believable but you sat it down on your bed as you grabbed your backpack and headed out the door. You looked back at your room one more time before walking down the corridor, never to return. 

When you got outside there was a car ready, the kitchen people had put a sandwich and a bottle of water on the passenger seat. You threw your back pack in and set off. Whilst driving back, the day before, you had tried to remember the route, there were a few junctions but most of it was just straight road. You hadn’t learnt how to drive before the outbreak but Rick and the others had taught you when they first found you. You smiled, remembering the memories of you stalling 24/7 and Rick just laughing at you. 

You had been driving for about an hour when you saw it. It was a trip wire, you stopped the car and got out. You went up to the wire and followed it into the trees. It was linked to sirens; when the wire was moved, the sirens would blare, letting every walker in the nearest 70 miles it was dinner time. 

You walked back to the road, wary of the wire. You couldn’t take the car any further, you’d have to go on foot. You got all your stuff from the car and walked up to the wire. Extremely carefully and extremely slowly you stepped over the wire, it was only about 60 cm off the floor, high enough to catch the front of a car. You got one foot down on the other side and the other followed swiftly after. 

You reckoned you were about 5 miles from Alexandria and you were determined to get there. The sun was hot above your head as you trudged along the road. You weren’t bothered by many walkers but the ones you were, you dealt with swiftly using your knife. 

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, finally you could see the last corner up ahead. A smile spread across your face and your eyes lit up with joy. You quickened your pace wanting to round that corner more than anything in the world. 

As you rounded the corner, you saw them. Your emotions had been flipped since the last time you stood in front of the gates. As you walked closer, you looked up at the person on the wall. It was Carl, once he saw it was you he turned around and disappeared from sight. 

A few seconds later the loud clanging of the gate echoed around as Carl pulled it open to let you in. Before you even had the chance to say hello, Carl had run to you and crashed his lips onto yours. You stood there for a few minutes, holding each other, until Rick emerged at the gate,

“Y/n?” he said, “We didn’t think you were gonna be back so soon!” He smiled lovingly as Carl stepped to the side and Rick embraced you in a huge bear hug. You had tears in your eyes. You were so relieved to be back where you belonged.

Rick walked back inside and Carl grabbed your hand and pulled you in. Everyone was happy about your return, they all smiled and waved as Carl led you along the street. You thought you were going to go into Carl’s house or your house but you walked past them both.

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t respond, he just looked at you and winked, or blinked, it was hard to tell. 

You were confused. He stopped and came closer to you,“Shut your eyes…” He whispered, you did. You put your hand over your eyes as he led you further along the street.

“Watch your step,” he said. 

“I can’t, Carl. My eyes are closed.” 

He chuckled, “Okay then.” 

Suddenly his hands grabbed your sides and he lifted you up, carrying you like a baby. You laughed and clung onto his neck as he carried you to wherever you were going. You heard the creak of a front door and Carl took one step before kissing your forehead and putting you down on your feet. He turned you around and replaced your hand with his, over your eyes.

“Okay, open in 3…2…1.” he took his hand away.

You were stood in one of the houses in Alexandria, one you had never been in before. It was beautiful. Blue curtains hung beside large windows that looked out to the street giving the room a sense of calm. There were white sofas with large cushions propped on them and a soft blue blanket lay neatly on the side. 

Carl grabbed your hand and pulled you in further. The kitchen was all white with a large sink and another window above it. Carl led you upstairs to in front of a shut door. He looked at you and smiled before placing his hand on the door knob and pushing it open. 

You gasped, there was a huge king size bed in the centre of the room. A large wardrobe stood in the corner, when you walked over to it, you saw that it had been filled with all of yours and Carl’s clothes. You looked back at him, he was blushing furiously and smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“Carl? What is this?” You asked smiling at him.

He walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug, “This, Y/n, is our new home.”

“What?” You looked up at him.

“I didn’t want you to live in your house anymore, all the bad memories are there. And even though there were good memories as well, it doesn’t matter because we are gonna make even more. Right here, right now.” He finished as he placed his hand on your jaw and pulled you into a soft kiss. You could feel the tears returning and your breathing hitched. Carl pulled away and looked at you worriedly.

“Y/n? What is it? I thought this was perfect for us…” He trailed off, a look of sadness overcoming him. He took his hand away from your face. 

You laughed through the tears, bringing his hand back to where it was, “It is Carl, and it is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

His happiness returned as he pulled you into another bear hug. He wiped away your tears as he sat you down on the bed. You lay down and Carl lay next to you, holding you tight.

“I’m never gonna let go, Y/n.” He whispered into your ear. 

You snuggled in closer to him, everything was as it should be.

You didn’t want him to let you go, as he held you tight, you whispered softly, “It’s you and me, Carl. Forever.”

Forbidden Ecstasy - Chapter One

Pairing: NeganxReader

Chapter Warnings: Swearing (It’s Negan so obviously lol), mentions of rape (very little), no smut yet but it’s a comin

Chapter Summary: Negan meets the reader for the first time and instantly takes a liking to her

Series Summary: The reader (who isn’t Negan’s wife) catches his eye and he might maybe end up loving her?? (ooo) After working in the laundry room together Negan decides he wants a taste.  Meanwhile the wives find out and aren’t very happy (but who gaf)

Requested: Yes!! By the lovely @prettyepiic, (the part she requested doesn’t come til later when the smut comes in ;) ) thank you so much for the request darling!! Love me some Negan. Go follow her peeps!

A/N: My first Negan fic whaaat??? This didn’t start out as a series but… shit happens *shrugs*
A/N2: Send me some requests y’all! And shoot me some feedback, good or bad, I appreciate every word :)

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(Gif not mine my dudes. But damn is he fine. *drools*)

Originally posted by rikkisixx

“Still not pissin’ our pants yet? Shocker. Y’know, I’m really surprised I haven’t been able to make at least one of you’ns shit yourself by now.” Negan said boisterously as he waltzed in the gates of Alexandria. “Rick, my man. How’s the family? Good, I hope, I really do. So tell me… where the fuck is everybody? I come here expecting everybody to be dressed in their Sunday best and standing in the streets upon my arrival!”

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 48 - A return to Alexandria

Originally posted by holyjeffreydeanmorgan

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 48 - A return to Alexandria

[Negan takes Blake home…]

Blake sat up in the cab of the truck, staring out at the dusky open road.

The sky was purple above them now, the sun setting slowly behind the trees lining either side of the dusty track ahead.

It would be dark by the time they would reach Alexandria, of that Blake was certain…yet still, a quiet sense of foreboding filled the vehicle.

Almost immediately after she had uttered her need to be sent back there, to Alexandria…Negan had sloped off, with a hard gulp…barely even giving her a second glance…

And within ten minutes, the trucks had been ready, Simon and a couple of other burly Saviour loaded into one van, while Negan had immediately pulled open a door to a beaten up, red pick-up truck, finally staring up at Blake.

She hadn’t even been given any time to grab anything from her room or say any goodbyes. But she knew that allowing her that right now would not be fair. It was her decision to leave after all….

But part of her, had desperately wanted Negan to say something. To ask her to stay. But he didn’t. And that said more than a thousand words ever could.

Maybe he didn’t want her to stay. Maybe he was truly done with her.

There were no smart-mouthed Negan comments this time, no devilish grin….just nothing….as Blake had sidled past him and hopped up into the passenger seat and Negan had slammed the door closed behind her.

It was just the two of them now, as it had been for the past hour…sitting in the truck in silence…while the others followed in the van behind.

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Memphis May Fire ~ Miles Away acoustic (ft. Kellin Quinn)


requested by @anntol2001 : Can I pwease have a Carl grimes imagine were when you meet you are totally bad ass and he starts to like you and they kiss or you choose how it ends


If the walkers weren’t going to kill him, his father would. It happened fast, too fast for Carl to track down and understand how their small job of scavenging turned into a full-scale attack. Carl had been cooped up in Alexandria too long, posing as a content boy, rather than a survivor of this living hell. Of course, Carl had volunteered to go on a run with Daryl and Glenn just to get out, get some fresh air, bash in a few walker heads and help out the community. He felt safer with them rather than in his house in Alexandria, but today that was not true.

Somehow, they were caught off guard. Somehow, Carl pulled away from Glenn and Daryl from the midst of the chaos (Glenn screamed at him to run and as much as Carl wanted to stay and fight, he knew that it was a lost cause). Somehow, Carl was barreling through the forest, ducking in between trees and leaping over rotting roots. He ran out of ammo and there were too many walkers chasing (hobbling more like) after him to decapitate all of their heads.

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thought came to me– it was mentioned a lot, both by alex & interviewers, that eycte has a lot of references to dreams. considering some people’s experience of seeing alex a little ‘off’ as well as his skiddishness w/ answering when things are happenening, maybe he’s just tired. like, physically tired. maybe he just doesn’t sleep enough.

he’s been touring since he was like, what, sixteen, something ridiculous like that? between AM & tlsp & the submarine soundtrack & writing w/ miles & alexandria savior the bastard has at least 11 albums he’s worked on in ten years. he said in one interview he wants to get back to writing like a song every day or something insanely frequent like that.

I don’t think he sleeps very much.


The Alte sword, dated to 1795. This weapon is one of the most mysterious and perhaps tragic gifts given to George Washington. It was commissioned and personally engraved by Theophilus Alte of Solingen, a city renowned for the supreme quality of its steel. Washington wrote to John Quincy Adams in 1796:

“Some time ago… I read in some gazette… announcing that a celebrated artist had presented, or was about to present to the President of the United States a sword of masterly workmanship, as an evidence of his veneration &c. &c. I thought no more of the matter afterwards, until a gentleman with whom I have no acquaintance, coming from and going to I know not where, at a tavern I never could get information of, came across this sword (for it is presumed to be the same) pawned for thirty dollars; which he paid, left it in Alexandria, nine miles from my house, in Virginia with a person who refunded him the money and sent the sword to me. This is all I have been able to learn of this curious affair. The blade is highly wrought, and decorated with many military emblems…”

A few months after receiving the weapon, a letter arrived from Theophilus Alte addressed to the president. In it he wrote that his son Daniel was traveling to personally deliver the sword to Washington, with the hope that he would protect him from an unspecified danger. Daniel Alte never appeared and his fate will probably never be known, nor the reason why the sword wound up at that tavern.

Mount Vernon’s website describes this as a horseman’s sword, and it would indeed have been a formidable weapon for a mounted soldier, resembling the straight swords favored by heavy cavalry of the period. The weapon is 39.5 inches long overall. The guard is gilt brass, composed of two upturned quillons and a simple knuckle bow. The grip is bound with leather and copper wire, with gilt backstrap and pommel. The blade is double-edged and decorated with intricate emblems, scrollwork and writing. The words on the left side read thus, translated from German:


Theophilus Alte at Solingen.”

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AT&T Feel the Music – Different Colors by WALK THE MOON

“Feel the Music is an innovative, social project designed to expand musical access to the Deaf and Hard of Hearing community - helping them celebrate, experience and share in their love of music.”


Canon-friendly one-shot for season 6 that’s partially inspired by @siancore‘s post here, as well as, someone mentioning Rick going on a run for Michonne’s robe a few days ago [on the Richonne-Tumblr tag].  This is unabashedly-sexually-attracted-to-Michonne!Rick.  So like, you know, pretty much canon!Rick, cause for real…  What could have been innocent gets kind of sexy and then finally awkward.

Rick jogged down the steps, cuffing his sleeves as he called out, “Michonne!” He rounded the corner, eyes downcast as he focused on his shirt, yelling out, “I wanted to ask you…” His voice trailed off as he finally looked up, seeing her emerge from the bathroom, towel entirely too short wrapped around her body, droplets of water on her skin, her hair hidden in a towel turban.

Rick’s mouth was suddenly dry, partially open, as he took in this goddess of a woman. The white towel clung damply to her curves. He recalled her looking good in white. One leg was slightly bent, its foot delicately up slightly, demure-like. Rick exhaled, eyes traveling back up to her lovely face, dipped back down to her chest, then back up again. He cleared his throat.

“Daryl, Daryl and I, um…we’ll be back in time for dinner. I’ll make sure of it. Did you need anything in particular?”

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anonymous asked:

Supremely angsty prompt: Carol gets bit. Daryl puts her down. (Because I usually see it he other way around)

(How dare you. I hope your tears are salty)

They left a messy trail. It was all kinds of snapped tree limbs, rucked up footprints in the dirt, and a crossbow half-trampled into the soft mud. Nothing walkers would pay attention to, but it was an easy trail to follow.

When Morgan smelled the blood in the air, he knew there were only two ways that this trail ended. Either he found the person who’d left these tracks as a walker or well on their way to death. The smell was thick, fresh. They were hurt bad, and the woods were quiet.

Morgan drew his knife, ears tuned through the haze of the silence. He didn’t hear any moans, no screams of pain or the wailing of grief…It was quiet.

The tracks ended like he thought they would…mostly. The two bodies were propped against a tree: a man and a woman. She had a messy bite on her thigh and a bullet’s clean entry wound through her temple. Her head was in his lap, and the blood was still dripping out of the exit wound. He was leaned back against the tree, one hand resting on the short grey curls of her hair, the other hand holding a gun by her hip. He couldn’t see a wound on the man, but if he wasn’t dead yet, he was past the point of no return.

Morgan relaxed, glancing around. Any walker nearby would have smelled the blood and torn these two apart, but they were still here, so that meant walkers weren’t. His boots rustled through the underbrush, and the man suddenly jerked. Morgan lifted his knife, and the man lifted his gun. He pulled the trigger, eyes half wild, but the hammer just clicked…empty.

“Hey.” Morgan didn’t see any other weapons on him, and the shaky way that his hand dropped back to his side showed how weak the man was. Fading fast. He drew closer.

The man’s chest shrugged laboriously as he breathed, swallowing thickly and speaking, hoarse and with words slurring together. “You Death or som…somethin’?”

Morgan frowned, taking a few more steps until he was within a meter of him. The woman was pretty, maybe the man’s wife, and she hadn’t had a chance to Turn. He’d made sure of that. Good men didn’t let their wives become walkers…

“About…about time…” the man mumbled, eyes blinking out of sync.

Morgan still didn’t see a wound on the man, though with the woman’s body lying across his lap and part of his legs, he wasn’t seeing all of him.

“Did you come for h-her or me or both’us?” He was delirious half out of his mind.

Morgan reached out a hand, but before his fingers could even touch the man’s forehead, he could feel the heat from the fever. It came off him like a furnace. Bit.

“I’m not Death, mister,” Morgan replied lowly, voice hoarse from disuse.

“You might as well be.” The man started to smile, then coughed, and he cringed as the motion shook his bones. A few tears leaked out the corners of his eyes, where streaks of older tears hadn’t quite dried. “Used my last bullet on her.”

Morgan grimaced, his hand reaching to the gun at his belt. He didn’t draw it yet. The man exhaled brokenly, lifting his head from the tree and looking down at the woman in his arms. Pain of another kind seized his form, and Morgan recognized it down to his own soul.

“I loved her,” he wheezed, one thumb smoothing some hair from her forehead. He closed his eyes and his head dropped back against the tree. “Somebody needed to hear it at least once.”

Morgan inhaled, running a hand across his head before looking at this dying stranger. “I don’t know you, man, but I think she knew.” He looked down to the woman’s face.

She looked peaceful. No pain or sorrow there.

“You did right by her,” Morgan stated. “I have a bullet. Do you—“

His eyes trailed up to the man’s face again, but the man did not look back. His eyes were half lidded, gazing down unseeing to the woman in his arms. He was gone. His chest was still, and his expression was like hers: at rest.

…Not yet.

Morgan hissed and lifted a hand to his mouth, swallowing a curse. This never got easier. It wasn’t supposed to…He closed his eyes hard for a long moment.

Clear. He had to clear.

Composing himself, he ran his fingers over the man’s eyes, closing them, then he placed his hand against the man’s head, feeling the heat still seeping out as the fever finished burning, and he drew his knife in the other hand. He pushed the blade in and out quickly through his temple, gently tilting his head back against the tree again. Morgan cleaned his knife and made sure the woman’s eyes were closed too.

“Be at peace,” he murmured, straightening on his feet.

As he left the woods, he came upon a cleared asphalt road, and his eyes snagged a sign just beyond the trees.

Alexandria: 10 miles.