her names maggie and shes loud

anonymous asked:

After Alex and Maggie have gotten more comfortable with eachother they fuck literally everywhere. The DEO, Kara's bathroom during game night, getting handsy while playing pool, so they go in the bathroom etc. Get creative with it ;)

The DEO is the last place Alex Danvers ever expected to have sex – it’s the last place she ever even thought about sex – but the James Bond super spy lab turns Maggie on.

Or, more to the point, Alex Danvers in a lab coat, Alex Danvers in her uniform, Alex Danvers in full tactical gear – just generally Alex Danvers – turns Maggie on.

So she finds herself dismissing the two rookie med techs whose eyes go wide when Maggie comes up from behind Alex while she’s examining a specimen in her newest microscope and braces her against the lab bench with a firm hand grasping the bench on either side of her hips, on either side of her ass.

She finds herself dismissing the lab techs and trying to turn around, but Maggie’s body is pressed against the back of hers, and Maggie’s pupils are dilating wildly.

“This okay?” she needs to know, and Alex’s breath hitches.

“I’m at work, Detective Sawyer,” she teases, but her smile and her hands reaching around her body to keep Maggie close to her are the eager permission Maggie’s waiting for.

“No one’s stopping you, Agent Danvers,” she murmurs against the back of Alex’s neck as her hands work their way up her lab coat, around her body, grasping at her nipples through her uniform shirt, and Alex moans breathily and grinds her ass back into Maggie raggedly.

“Maggie,” she gasps.

“Good, babe?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Yeah?” Maggie brings her teeth down on the back of Alex’s neck, and Alex bites down a scream.

“Please,” Alex begs, and Maggie obliges, turning Alex around to face her only when she’s about to cum, because it is her lab, after all, and screaming as loudly as she usually does with one of Maggie’s hands down her jeans and one of Maggie’s hands under her bra probably would be inappropriate, so Maggie swallows Alex’s screams with her own mouth, her own lips, and she swears she’s never tasted anything as perfect.

They have the same strategy in Kara’s bathroom during game night – kissing to stifle the screams with each other’s mouths, each other’s tongues – but this time, it’s Alex that has Maggie pinned up against something. Kara’s sink, more specifically, Alex holding Maggie up by the underside of her thighs, grinding between her legs with her thigh, and Maggie is scratching at her back under her red sweater, and Maggie is grasping for her nipple with her mouth, because Alex’s thigh is giving her perfect pressure and Alex holding her body up against the sink like this – Alex’s kid sister’s sink with all their friends in the other room, no less – is making Maggie positively drip for her, and she thanks the lesbian goddess that she wore black jeans tonight because she’s probably wet enough to soak right through her underwear, and when she cums, she can’t help sighing out Alex’s name, loudly, loudly, loudly.

Loud enough for Kara to be redder than Alex’s sweater when they stroll back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking – and feeling – like a pair of guilty teenagers. Loud enough for James to thump Maggie’s back lightly and congratulate her on getting what she deserves. Loud enough for Winn to offer Alex a high five and congratulate her on learning a new set of tricks with her index finger.

It happens at the bar, too. Of course it happens at the bar, too.

Because Alex has taken to showing Maggie the proper way to hold the cue, and because it means pressing her body flush against Maggie’s, Maggie has taken to pretending she just can’t get it, can’t get it, can’t get it, can you show me that again, babe?

M’gann snickers when she notices her friend’s eyes glued to Alex’s ass when she lines up her own shots, rolls her eyes with a small chuckle when Alex gets handsy with her friend while she’s trying to set up a shot of her own, and she groans softly to herself when they tug each other into the single stall bathroom and a soft thud drums up against the door. She cranks up the bar music and she flips a “temporarily out of order” sign on the door in thirteen different languages, because she’s nothing if not an excellent friend.

When Maggie and Alex emerge from the bathroom twenty minutes later with faux-casual expressions on their faces, a pair of hickeys on Alex’s neck and Maggie’s hair hastily tied up, where earlier it had been loose and perfectly arranged, she winks when Maggie slips her a five and thanks her for the sign.

Because it wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, and M’gann can’t help but smile, because she’s never seen Maggie this happy before. And that’s more than worth telling her clientele that they can hold it for a half hour every now and then.

while we’re on the topic of m’gann/astra (Martian Star)

Also, imagine:

- Astra going with M’gann to Mars to help dissolve and reform the Martian leadership

- Astra would be a great ally for M’gann –> Mars still revolves around Sol, so Astra has all her Kryptonian powers, and Astra would be immune to the Martians’ mind-reading powers.

- M’gann gives Astra what she wanted all along: a chance to save a planet, after she failed to save Krypton, and after her thwarted plan to save Earth.

- Astra is loud and decisive and hard to predict, M’gann is quiet and farthinking  and hard to read –> their complementary personalities allow them to work together well

- They’re both next to immortal: after Mars, imagine them just wandering around the galaxy, fighting injustice and helping out in justified rebellions, and bringing peace to numerous worlds

- space revolutionaries who have legends written about them in half a hundred galaxies

- you think they’re just legends, you think no one can help you, you’re in a bad place, your people are in a bad place, and no one can help you; then out of the sky, two angels fall, and they help you to make your planet a better place, because they remember what if felt like to be helpless to save their own planet and people

- immortal space wanderers who travel all around the galaxy helping people, but always return to Earth, which is their chosen home, which is where M’gann’s friend J’onn lives, and where their friends Alex and Maggie live, and where Astra’s beloved niece Kara lives, and where Astra’s other half and twin Alura (Alura was in the pod, Mon-El who???) lives too. 

- Astra brings Kara gifts from all around the cosmos, whenever she comes home, but one time Astra brought home a poisonous reptile pet from another galaxy, and gave them to Alex instead of Kara, saying they reminded her of Alex. Alex kept them in a tank next to Maggie’s bonsai collection, and named them Bob. Bob likes Earth; they get fed regularly and no one tries to rip their face off here.

- Angry Loud and Quiet Smol: the ship

- Survivors’ Guilt: the ship

- Canon Could Never Think Up Something This Good: the ship

Many thanks to @queercapwriting for encouraging me to write this. Tw for racism, police brutality.

If you asked 14-year-old Maggie Sawyer the worst thing about living in Blue Springs, Nebraska, it’d probably be working in this fucking diner. On top of her boss being a lazy asshole, she has to spend seemingly never-ending shifts serving burgers to the bratty white kids from school whose parents were rich enough not to need them to work.

Her mom always reminds her not to talk back – how they need all the money they can get right now – but after four months of kids refusing to eat food from a plate that she’s touched, or deliberately leaving the table in an atrocious state just so they can laugh as they watch her clean it from the parking lot, she privately cries on the bus home most nights and arrives at work with her stomach twisted around all the jeers she sees coming.

All for $7.25 an hour plus tips. Except that she never gets any tips - apart from scrawled messages of “Go home” on the docket, if they were feeling particularly generous.

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likeohmygodseriously  asked:

can someone write about Kara knowing way. too. much. because of her super hearing? My headcanon is that she knows so many secrets accidentally, and maybe it gets her in trouble one day because she's scanning the city and hears a loud "ALEX!" and she tunes in quickly but it's just maggie screaming Alex's name while they doin the do and then Kara can't unhear it fast enough & every DEO agent is asking her why she's blushing and she just shakes her head and covers her ears with her eyes shut tight

It was her own fault, really. 

Her super hearing had been getting her into trouble from the moment she crash landed on earth.

She had accidentally ruined countless surprise parties. She stopped going to church a very long time ago (there’s a very good reason confessionals are private and she knew more about old Mrs. Patterson than any fifteen year old ever should). 

But ever since The Alex Incident, as her and Maggie had so lovingly dubbed it, Kara had been constantly keeping her ears to the ground. And the sky. And everywhere in between. J’onn had been teaching her meditation techniques, so she could calm her body down and focus her energies.

She was a model student, too. She had gotten the hang of it quickly, and found that she could hear Alex’s voice from miles away. If she focused extra hard, she could hear Alex’s heartbeat. 

That Thursday morning, it wasn’t even Alex’s voice she heard. It was Maggie’s.

But she sounded distressed, and she was calling Alex’s name out over and over again. Kara stilled for a moment, listening to the plea in Maggie’s voice.

“Everything okay?” Winn asked, looking at his friend with concern.

Kara took a deep breath and closed her eyes, straining to find Alex’s heartbeat. It was beating faster than normal, too fast, as though she were in danger, like she were being threatened. Like she was in trouble and Maggie was standing by helplessly, watching it all happen.

Without another word, Kara was in her Supergirl and flying through the skies, speeding towards Alex’s apartment. 

She burst through the window, broken glass scattering across the kitchen floor.

“Alex!” Maggie yelled.

“Alex??” Kara yelled, horrified.

“Kara?!” Alex screamed in surprise.

Kara?????” Maggie replied, looking down at Alex incredulously.

“MAGGIE.” Kara yelped, her hands now covering her eyes.

“Get out of here!” Maggie and Alex shouted at the same time, and Kara didn’t need to be told twice. She leaped from the window without a second glance, arriving back at the DEO bright red and flustered. As Winn saw the look on her face, he burst into laughter, knowing exactly what she’d walked into. Everyone at the DEO knew that Alex’s Thursday morning knife practice was actually Forking with Maggie. Everyone except Kara, apparently.

“Shut up,” Kara grumbled. “If you need me, I’ll be bleaching my brain in the Kryptonite room.”

Rick’s sister (Daryl Dixon x Reader) Part 3

Fandom: The Walking Dead

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me that long guys! I’m doing my best to keep up with everything in my life right now so I hope that you will forgive me :) 

Imagine being Rick’s little sister. He thinks you’re dead but you survived somehow to find him and his group at the farm months after the outbreak. Now you live with the group and Shane decides to be a ‘jerk’ to you. After your argument with Daryl you find out that Andrea shot him. 

Part 1

Part 2 

You smiled softly as Carol joked about being happy to see a potato and being able to cook in a real kitchen. Maggie chuckled with the others and smiled at you while helping you dress the tables for tonight’s dinner. You had to admit that helping in the kitchen was soothing and it gave you the opportunity to think about something else than Daryl’s mean words and behavior. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps into the hallway next to the living-room made you look up in the direction of the doorway.

“Maggie, what’s this?” Hershel’s voice said from the living-room’s door. You gulped as you could hear the annoyance and the disappointment into the old man’s voice. You looked up at him for a second then quickly turned your eyes to glance at Maggie who already seemed pissed off.

“I’ll help the girls with the potatoes…” You said just above a whisper and excused yourself in the kitchen to give them some space. As you walked next to Carol, you looked back at Maggie to see her arguing with her father and you sighed as you grabbed a potato and smiled at the grey-haired woman. Carol smiled back at you but her smile was tainted with pain and sorrow, you wanted to tell her that Daryl would find her daughter, that he was the only one who could do it but only thinking about saying his name out loud brought tears into your eyes. You looked down, listening to the girls with a neutral expression until you heard Lori complain about life once again. You loved Lori like a sister, after all she was your sister-in-law, but you knew what she did while Rick was fighting for his life in the hospital.  

“I’m glad to finally eat something else than squirrels over a camp fire.” Lori said and the other women laughed. Even if you were hurt and pissed off at Daryl, you couldn’t help but feel the need to defend him and his hunting skills. Lori’s words were meant as a joke but you were already too sensitive to catch the humorous tone in her voice.

“If it wasn’t for Daryl’s squirrels, we would all be dead right now… We would have starved to death, Lori. Try to be a little bit more grateful for what he’s doing for this group.” You said, not even bothering to look at them. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one who’s still looking for Sophia and it’s the end of the afternoon.”

“(Y/N), honey, I didn’t mean it like that…” Lori started to explain but suddenly you heard a loud scream from outside the farm house.

Your heart skip a beat as you dropped the knife and the potato you had in your hands. Your head wiped to the side, looking out of the window and straight into the field before the farm. You could see some people running around and fear gripped your heart.

“That voice…” You whispered, your eyes meeting Lori’s frightened ones.

“Rick!” She gasped and suddenly she bolted out of the kitchen with you right behind her.

You ran as fast as you could, your heart beating against your chest as Lori kept screaming Rick’s name. Hershel and his family were also running outside and the old man asked what was happening but your eyes were focused on Rick and Shane. They were carrying an in unconscious man, Andrea was apologizing and tried to say that she couldn’t have known it was him. You frowned as you caught Glenn looking at you with worried eyes and that is when you understood.

This man was Daryl.  

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Daryl was covered in blood and mud, his side seemed hurt and his head seemed… shot? Your eyes started to water without your consent and you glared at Rick, the fear of losing Daryl was overwhelming.

“What the hell happened?!” You almost screamed and rushed towards your brother to look at the hunter. You cupped Daryl’s cheeks and lifted his unconscious face up to inspect it closely. You bite your lips and shook your head in disbelief. “What happened?” You asked again but Rick only sighed and looked at you with sad eyes before continuing his trip to the farm’s front door.

“Rick!” You called out, hating that your own brother was walking away to avoid your question.

“He’ll be fine (Y/N), he’s unconscious but the bullet only grazed him” Rick said over his shoulder, making you stop in your tracks and turn around with your mouth slightly open.

“Bullet? Someone shot Daryl?!” You said in disbelief, this was insane. You looked around and your eyes landed on Andrea. The blond took a step in your direction and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I thought that he was a walker. I was only trying to protect the group…” Andrea said but you jumped in and cut her with a shriek.

“Are you kidding me?” Andrea took a step back and looked at you with watering eyes. “You shot Daryl!” You screamed again, your fists clenching at your side.

Andrea nodded her head and you lost it. You lunged at her, seeing red and don’t even understanding what you were doing. Your fists keep connecting with Andrea’s face until you felt someone grab you and tore you away from the blond as they lift you up in the air, your feet not touching the ground.

“Let go of me!” You screamed, kicking and fighting over the person’s arms.

“Calm down (Y/N)! Stop it!” You heard T-Dog’s voice say then Glenn appeared before you, his face showing fear and irritation.

“(Y/N), listen to me! Daryl will need you, what is done is done. Beating Andrea won’t help Daryl now! It’s not like you, (Y/N).” Glenn tried to reason you as he tried to lead you away from the group and into the house. Your breathing was laborious and your knuckles were bruised but you didn’t care, no one in this group really cared about Daryl and that was what made you lashed out. Finally, Glenn lead you into the house and you let him, you knew that he was right and you also desperately needed to see Daryl.

“You’re okay?” Glenn asked when you entered the hallway that lead to the bedroom where Daryl was. You looked at Glenn and shrugged your shoulders but suddenly everything caught up to you.

“I… I don’t know what to do if he… I don’t know Glenn. I’m…” You stuttered, your voice breaking at the end and tears went down your cheeks. Glenn sighed and brought you in a warm hug, you hugged your friend back and let your feelings take over for several seconds before pulling away and smiling weakly at him.

“Thanks.” You told him just above a whisper, making him smile then open his mouth to answer but suddenly the door a door at the end of the hallway opened and Rick ran outside.

“(Y/N)! Can you help?” Rick said in a rush before going back in the room. Your heart jumped in your chest and you rushed in the room, looking back over your shoulder to thank Glenn with your eyes. The young man smiling softly to encourage you as you stepped into the bedroom.

“What can I do?” You asked in a rush, your eyes glued to your injured hunter. Hershel was starting to cut Daryl’s undershirt as he looked briefly at you then focused back on the task at hand.

“(Y/N), can you come over here and hold his head still, please?” Hershel asked in a calm voice and you nodded your head before rushing to the other side of the bed and kneeling next to an unconscious Daryl and you placed his head carefully on your lap.

Hershel nodded in approval and removed the shattered undershirt of Daryl’s chest. Even in the current circumstances, you couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the hunter’s muscular chest. You glanced up at Hershel to see him smirk knowingly, indeed his behavior made you blush even more. Hershel turned Daryl on his side carefully and your eyes widen as you saw his back. It was covered in scars, some were hidden under the thick layer of dirt and mud that was covering his skin but you could see what kind of scars they were. Your heart hurt for him and you could feel the tears in your eyes threatening to fall but you swallowed them back and closed your eyes to calm down. As Hershel started to tend to his injured side, you softly ran your fingers through Daryl’s short hair trying to give him as much tenderness as you could with this simple gesture. You were lost in your thoughts but suddenly your brother’s voice brought you back to reality.

“What happened to your hands?” Rick asked as he got closer, his features wearing concern and confusion as he saw you being soft with Daryl. You looked up at him, biting your lips and shrugging your shoulders in hope to avoid the conversation.

“Nothing.” You answered but Rick tilted his head to the side and you knew that you were in trouble.

“(Y/N) …” Rick warned and you groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes.

“Fine! I knocked Andrea on her ass for what she did, that’s all.” You mumbled, playing with one of Daryl’s short lock.

“You did what?!” You heard Shane scream and your brother turned around to calm him down.

“She got what she deserved!” You defended yourself and glared at Shane as Rick tried to make him sit down once again.

“You stupid girl! You’ll see what I’ll do when…” Shane started but Rick got in his face, staring him down.

“When what, Shane?” The tension in the room was palpable at this point. Shane breathed in and out heavily while Rick kept glaring at him. “Don’t forget that you’re talking to my little sister, Shane. I won’t let you threaten her without saying anything.” Rick told the taller man before him, Hershel looked at you as you observed your brother closely.

“Rick, drop it. Doesn’t matter.” You mumbled again, wanting to only focus on Daryl.

Hershel kept working as the two men calmed down but suddenly the man on your lap jumped awake and looked around in fear. Your eyes widen and you couldn’t help but smile and let out a sigh of relief.

“Easy son, you’re hurt, easy.” Hershel tried to calm the hunter down but Daryl was still trying to get away from him and, consequently, from you too. You took his head carefully into your hands and tried to make eye contact with him to soothe him down.

“Hey, hey, Daryl. Don’t worry, you’re fine. You’re fine, Daryl. You’re at the farm, everything is alright.” You whispered to him while softly caressing his cheeks. Daryl’s breathing started to calm down as his eyes locked on yours. You smiled softly at him and kept caressing his cheeks. “You’re safe now, Dare. I’m here don’t worry.” You said in a soothing voice and Daryl finally calmed down and let Hershel tend to his wounds.

You kept playing with his hair while Hershel patched him up and you could have sworn that you saw him lean into your touch for a second. After a while, Hershel patched Daryl’s head up and you sat next to him on the bed while the old man finished his work on Daryl’s side. Rick asked Daryl what happened and where he had found Sophia’s doll as he laid a map on the bed just before your knees. Daryl pointed to the map, his voice slightly rougher at he was still emerging from his daze. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying as your attention was entirely focused on Daryl. You were suddenly feeling tired because of the stress’ aftershock but you were happy to see Daryl safe and sound in the bed and talking with your brother.

You smiled as you watched your brother and the others leave the room, you got up in reflex to follow them as you saw Rick waiting for you at the doorframe but before you could follow him Daryl gripped your hand in his to make you stop. You looked down at him, frowning in surprise.

“Stay? Please?” Daryl asked you just above a whisper so only you could hear. You looked at him for a second then nodded your head and smiled as you sat back down next to him. Rick smirked at you and slowly closed the door behind him to leave you and Daryl alone.

The silence in the room was oppressing, you knew that he was feeling guilty. You saw it in his eyes but you also felt awkward. You couldn’t be mad at him after seeing him hurt and after thinking that he was dead, you simply couldn’t. You watched as Daryl tried to sit up in the bed, holding his side and wincing.

“Daryl, you shouldn’t push yourself too much.” You tried to make him lay back down but Daryl talked before you could move.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly said as he looked down at his hands, Daryl was tensed and seemed worried. The man knew that you wouldn’t accept his apologies and that he had screwed up big time but he still wanted to try. “I’m sorry for what I said to ya earlier today. I’m an ass and I know that I don’t deserve it but…”

“I forgive you.” You quickly said before Daryl could bring himself down even more, surprising him with your soft smile and your forgiving nature once again.

“Ya… Ya forgive me? Why?” Daryl asked his eyes slightly wider than usual. You blushed slightly then shrugged your shoulders.

“I know you’re not a bad guy, Daryl.” You started still smiling but your heart jumped when you remembered the previous events. “You almost died today and I… I lost it. Completely.” You answered a bit ashamed of what you had done. You looked down at your bruised hands and sighed, scared of how Daryl would react if you showed too much interest. Daryl extended his hand and reached to hold yours to catch your attention. You looked up into his bright blue eyes and let him hold your hand in his strong and calloused one.

“I don’t deserve your kindness (Y/N) …” He said, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I’ll try to redeem myself … again.” He said the last word smiling slightly, making you chuckle and reach to touch the rose into your hair. Daryl smiled at you and intertwined his fingers with yours, a gesture that take you aback.

“(Y/N), I lied when I said that I didn’t care about ya. What Shane said this morning was kinda true. I mean, I gave ya my breakfast because I know you’re giving yours to Carl and I care about ya too much to let ya starve yourself. I’m not good with feelings, I don’t know how to do this…” Daryl said making you smile at him and squeeze his hand.

“We take it slowly so you’ll feel comfortable around me. That’s the most important thing because… I care about you too Daryl. I can’t lose you.” You said and bend down to kiss Daryl on the cheek, lingering a little bit longer than necessary. Daryl nodded his head, blushing furiously as he felt your soft and warm lips against his skin.

“We can do that.” Daryl agreed, clearing his throat nervously.

You smirked at him and chuckled softly, your heart finally filled with relief and happiness. Unfortunately, you didn’t know that someone in the group was listening to the both of you from the outside the opened window.

Shane smirked as he heard your conversation, determinate to ruin your life. The dark man had enough of the Grimes’ luck and happiness, Rick and his sister had to pay for what happened to him.

In his eyes, Rick and (Y/N) were responsible for everything. They were weak and he will take care of them, for the sake of the group. Or more precisely, for Lori and Carl.

I hope that you liked that part guys! What do you think Shane is going to do to ruin the reader’s life? 

Meeting Maggie's Mom

I’m sorry this is so long, I just really love Maggie Sawyer and I want her to be happy. So this is a continuation of this fic https://sanversinsane.tumblr.com/post/159541739738/meeting-maggies-parents ps. I wrote this before I knew Alex couldn’t cook. ENJOY.

Maggie busted through the door of her apartment like a bull in a China shop. The momentum of the door swinging open, caused her to lurch forward and bump into a side table, knocking over a vase of flowers, and shattering glass on the floor.

“Shit!” She groan as the door closed behind her. She began to mumbled to herself when she heard the voice of the only woman in the world who could make her day better, Alex.


Maggie looked up at her as she walked out from the kitchen to where maggie was crouched down. “Oh Jesus, thank God you’re here.” Maggie sighed.

“Of course, I told you I was taking a half day today. I’ve been here since 3.” Alex crouched down and began helping Maggie pick up the larger pieces of glass. “Rough day?” Maggie huffed and that was Alex’s answer. “Does it have anything to do with your mom coming over for dinner tonight?” Alex asked.

Maggie stood and threw the large bits of glass in the garbage. “I don’t know Alex….is this a mistake? I mean after everything she’s done to me, after the whole…ordeal, of last night, to invite her back here?”

Alex stood and grabbed her pacing girlfriend by the shoulders. “Babe.” She smiled as they locked eyes. “Breath.” She could see her chest rise and fall with a deep breath. “You’re fine okay. Tonight is going to be good for you I promise. You’ll either get the closure you deserve, or you’ll start a new relationship with your mother, either outcome is a win for you.”

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ok but imagine alex coming home from a hard mission and get shot by an alien gun. it did nothing to her at first but the villain just laughed. they defeated him and alex was thoroughly checked but they found nothing. well a few weeks later maggie was in the kitchen cooking and asked alex what she wanted to eat. alex didnt reply but maggie could see alex on the bed reading. she said her name louder and alex replied. maggie was confused but shrugged it off. well weeks passed and everyone kinda notices alex being off. first winn told her abt some coordinates only to be asked abt said coordinates 2 mins later. kara had to put the volume on the tv up all the way on sisters night and it was super loud for kara (esp with super hearing) while alex just mindlessly watched as if it isnt. james and her were training and james shouted ‘heads up!’ when he accidentally threw a gym equipment only to hit alex upside the head and alex said, 'a little warning next time would be nice?’. eliza called and had to repeat everything she said louder because alex kept sayin 'what’ and 'come again’. j'onn tried to speak to her through the headset in her ear for a mission only to be asked what she was supposed to do while he was explaining, that mission failed. maggie noticed all that and confronted her one day. “alex, i think you’re losing your hearing.” alex didnt hear her. “Alex!” Maggie shouted. Still no response. Maggie wrote the words on a notebook, went to alex and showed it to her. alex just nodded and said “i know. i cant hear anything but faint sounds. i didnt want to admit it. i think the alien gun from a month ago did it” maggie smiled and held her. alex said, “i want the last words i’d be able to hear be your voice please. say anything” maggie said, “I love you.”

The Lexington Chronicles

The Announcement

Kara and Lena decide that they should probably tell their family about the pending adoption.

Everyone sending me love for Lexi makes me so happy!!!

Read it on AO3 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/10189040/chapters/22719572

Lena’s hands are shaking as opens the bottle of wine.

She can barely get the corkscrew threaded, and when she finally does; she’s trembling too much to pull it out. She feels Kara’s hands settle on her waist, and she instantly relaxes, allowing herself to lean back into the embrace - eyes fluttering shut.

“You nervous, Mrs. Zor-el?” Kara’s breath is hot on her ear as the superhero brushes back the hair from her face.

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous? We’re just announcing to your family that we’re adopting a child in less than a week. Nothing to be nervous about.”

It’s Sunday afternoon, and they’re all set to pick up Lexington on Friday. There was still going to be a short one on one (well, two on one) visit with Lexi on Thursday to tell her the news, but besides that everything was completed. They were officially going to become parents.

Barring any protest from Lexi of course - which Lena wasn’t sure she would survive if that happened anyway.

“Are you nervous about Lexington? Or telling our family?” Kara asks, taking the bottle from her and nimbly popping the cork.

“I’m nervous that Lexington won’t like us once we get her home, but I’m mostly excited for that. I’m nervous about telling your family.”

“Do you need to wear one of your power suits? I’ve seen you face down a lot worse than our family in one of those!”

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i am lost in you; [1/3]

powerful business woman alex danvers meets her personal assistant maggie sawyer.

inspired by chylers and flos glaad appearance.



Alex still wasn’t sure how she ended up running one of the biggest companies in the world. For real, she has no idea how it happened. But it did happen, somehow and now she is one of the most powerful women in the world and to say that she was proud is an understatement.

Sure, her sister may be Supergirl, an alien and a hero to everyone in National City but Alex was a powerful business women who owned half of National City.

And really, her sister was more a hero for her than most people can imagine, and she dearly loved her with everyone she had but there were moments when Alex wanted to strangle her. Like, when she decided to hire Alex a personal assistant because she ‘needed more time for herself’. But Alex knew Kara’s true intentions.

“Come on Alex, you really should start dating again. It’s fun, believe me.” Kara cheekily smiled at her bigger sister, while sitting on a thousand dollars chair, a file in her one hand and pizza in the other.

“I date.” Alex replied lamely and Kara rolled her eyes.

“Going out with someone on tinder for drinks doesn’t count as a date.”

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Alone Time Part 2

Request Prompt: Hiya. Imagine Carl wanting a baby after seeing how good you are with Judith. Smut please. -Anon

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Part 1

Making this decision was the easy part. Telling Rick was the more difficult than we thought. We all sat quietly in the living room as Rick ran his hands over his face.

“And you two walked about this?”, he asked and we nodded.

“You both do realize what’s a stake here? The consequences?”, Michonne added.

“Yes. She won’t end up like mom. I won’t let her.”, Carl stated holding my hand.

I gave it a light squeeze before smiling. Rick slowly shook his head before letting out a sigh. Michonne smiled.

“Well then there it is.”, she said and Rick snapped his head up.

“What? They’re just kids. They shouldn’t even be doing this. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed the relationship to happen.”, he stated and Carl tensed.

“Rick-”, Michonne warned but he cut her off.

“She filled his head with all of this nonsense”, he shouted pointing at me.

My chest tightened from his words and I frowned.

“Don’t you dare blame her!”, Carl stood as he shouted at his dad.

Rick stared at Carl before he continued.

“This was my idea! I wanted Y/N to have a family because she might not ever have one. Who knows when this will end. She’s done nothing wrong!”, He screamed.

By this time Daryl, Maggie, Glenn and Carol came into the house upon hearing the screaming match between father and son. Maggie looked at me with sadness in her eyes upon hearing what Rick was saying while Daryl looked as if he’s ready to punch something.

“How am I suppose to believe that? You’ve been kissing her ass since she got here!”, Rick retorted.

“Rick!”, Carol warned.

“That’s enough! If you haven’t noticed Y/N is the only one besides Judith who keeps him leveled. Your son is in love with Y/N, why can’t you support him like a father and stop acting like an ass.”, Daryl shouted.

Rick had regret on his face for a split second as he stared at me. I stared at the floor before jumping up and making my way upstairs not wanting to hear them fight anymore.

“See what you’ve done?”, Carl asked before running up the stairs after me.

I heard him come into the room while I laid on my side facing the wall. I cried silently before he laid behind me wrapping his arms around my waist while placing soft kisses to my shoulder.

“Don’t worry about him. Its already done and he can’t take it from us.”, he whispered and I turned to face him.

“Maybe he’s right.”, I mumbled causing Carl to sigh.

“No he isn’t. I want to show you the new world and I’m not letting my dad ruin that. Whether he approves of it or not. He won’t disown his grandchild and I know that for a fact. He hasn’t disowned Judith and she might now even be his.”, Carl stated and I smiled.

I looked down at my flat belly before cuddling up to Carl’s side. It was only a matter of time before I fell asleep in his arms.

*Carl POV*

Her breathing slowed and she was fast asleep on my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair before a light knock on the door was heard. I softly said come in and my dad stood there with Michonne. My muscles instantly tensed and my dad raised his hands.

“I’m not here to argue. I want to apologize for the things I said. Especially to Y/N.”, he stated and I relaxed.

“Well she’s asleep right now.”, I said and he nodded.

“You did spring this on me suddenly but I overreacted. Not even gonna say I didn’t.”, He added.

“Its alright.”

“Are you sure about this decision. Its a big responsibility.”, Michonne asked.

“I guess we’ll find out in 9 months.”, I smiled and their eyes widened.

“You mean you already-”, Michonne started and I nodded.

“Well then I guess now we wait.”, my dad smiled.

I could tell he honestly felt bad about our argument so I smiled back.

“So a grandson or granddaughter?”, I asked and he raised his eyes brows.

“What?”, he asked confused.

“Do you want a grandson or a granddaughter?”, I repeated.

“Well it won’t really matter to me. He or she will be loved.”, he said taking his leave.

“Would love to teach my grandson how to survive though.”, he stated with a smile causing Michonne to laugh.

I shook my head and looked down at Y/N as she slept peacefully. I will show you the new world.

*8 months later*


I rocked back and forth with Judith in my arms as my baby moved around in my belly. Judith poked my stomach causing me to laugh.

“Your niece or nephew is in there. Can come out at anytime. Then you’ll have a playmate.”, I said and she giggled.

Carl had went out on a run with Rick, Daryl and Michonne for some baby supplies. Maggie stayed by my side the whole 8 months helping me with whatever.

“You and Carl who would’ve thought. A mini Carl or a mini Y/N. I’m hoping for a mini Y/N.”, she joked and I laughed.

“All jokes aside. Me too.”, I said and she stood up with a smile.

“Need anything. Food, water?”, she asked and I shook my head.

I stood up to hand her Judith before feeling something running down my leg. My eyes widened before a sharp pain ran up my back.

“Ow. Maggie m-my water broke.”, I groaned and she sat Judith in her crib before helping me to the pull out couch.

“I’ll go get Denise.”, she said running out the door.

I moved to pull out the couch before holding my stomach. Denise came running inside with Maggie and Aaron holding a medical bag.

“Okay Maggie I need towels, clean scissors, and a big bowl of warm water. Aaron bring me gloves, a change of clothes for Y/N, and shut the door.”, she ordered and the two went their different ways.

I kept my breathing steady as I felt pressure in my lower regions before the pain resurfaced. Demised helped me shimmy out of my jeans before pulling down my underwear. Aaron came back with a sundress and some underwear as Maggie returned with the towels and scissors.

“Aaron can you hep me with the water?”, she asked and he nodded.

They disappeared in the kitchen and I let out a groan.

“Guys I need that water fast I see a head!”, Denise shouted lifting my legs.

They came back slowly so they wouldn’t drop the water before sitting it next to Denise.

“Y/N baby I need you to push on 3 okay.”,she said softly grabbing the baby’s head and I nodded.

Maggie held my hand as Aaron rubbed my shoulder.

“1, 2, push!”

I strained as I pushed as hard as I can while squeezing Maggie’s hand before catching my breath.

“You got this Y/N.”, she encouraged and I nodded.

“1, 2, push!”, Denise said again and began pushing with another scream.

*Carl POV*

We entered the gates with grins as we talked about who’s babysitting first.

“Ah come on Daryl. You were the first to feed Judith. You can do it again.”, My dad joked.

I heard Y/N scream in pain causing me to take off to our house. Adreniline rushed through me as I thought about all the things that could go wrong. Is she giving birth? Is the baby okay? Is she okay? Did something happen? I opened the door to see Denise pulling a baby from Y/N. She let out a groan of relief as a small cry was heard.

“Its a girl!”, Denise announced looking back at me.

I smiled before moving to Y/N’s side cradling her head on my chest as she held the crying newborn. My dad walked in with a wide grin as he heard his crying grandchild.

“What do we have here?”, he asked.

“Meet your granddaughter.”, Y/N smiled and he came over to see her.

“My I’ll get a grandson next time but until then you’ll do just fine.”, he joked and we all laughed.

Denise cleaned her up before wrapping her in a blanket. I leaned down and kissed Y/N as Daryl came over with a newly prepared bottle.

“Alright little ass kicker 2.0 you know the drill.”, he said taking her from Denise’s arms and feeding her.

“We got a name?”, Maggie asked.

“I was thinking Emma.”, Y/N smiled.

“Emma Sophia Grimes.”, I said out loud causing Y/N to smile even harder.

“That’s perfect.”, she cried as everyone congratulated us.

“She’s perfect.”, I stated.

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Can you write a sanvers fic about Alex taking Maggie to her high school reunion and showing her off

“Holy crap,” Maggie looked up at the massive chandelier in the massive ballroom in the massive hotel. “This place is beautiful.”

Alex held tight to Maggie’s hand and looked up at the banner hanging across the entrance. Gold letters stenciled out the announcement of her high school reunion. “I’m having flashbacks. Is it hot in here?”

Maggie smiled. “It’s not hot in here. It’s fine. We’re here to celebrate.” She pulled Alex toward the registration desk. “It’s not often we bust an alien trafficking ring. It’s a big deal.”

“And the invitation said open bar,” Alex poked Maggie in the side as they stopped in front of the registration table. “Which is why you agreed to come.”

“It’s not the only reason, but it was my favorite reason,” Maggie teased.

“Uh, Danver, Alex,” Alex told the woman at registration. “And my plus one.”

“Here are your name tags,” the young woman behind the desk smiled. She handed Alex her name badge and Maggie hers.

“Why does mine say Detective Maggie Sawyer?” Maggie read over her name tag before affixing it to her dress.

“Because I filled out the plus one form on my work computer which is so used to your name on incident reports that every time I start to type your name it autofills with Detective Maggie Sawyer,” Alex looked at her own name badge.

“Ooh, look at yours,” Maggie pointed to Alex’s name tag that she had put on her dress. “Alexandra Danvers, Valedictorian.” Maggie giggled. “What a nerd.”

“Shut up,” Alex pushed Maggie away from the table with her hands on Maggie’s waist.

Maggie put her hands on Alex’s hands, holding them to her body as they entered a packed ballroom. “Where’s the bar?”

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Alone Time

This was a prompt from @previouslyonfanwars but I thought it was brilliant for a little oneshot. Hope you like it…

“You!” Meredith said as she walked into the attending’s lounge, pointing straight to Amelia on the arm chair before moving her finger over to Owen on the sofa. “And you! No more having sex in my house!”

Owen sat up in his seat, confused by the accusation. Amelia couldn’t blame him for the bemused frown he sent her given that they hadn’t had sex for over a year. Sure, they were getting along better than ever and had had some heated make out sessions in the on call rooms, in her bedroom, in the elevator, on the porch, and in fact, anywhere they ended up alone together. As of yet, however, no sex.

“Errrr-” Owen began.

“We haven’t been having sex in your house,” Amelia said for him.

“Don’t lie to me, you lying liar! I have ears, I can hear. It’s not me I’m worried about though. My children also have functional hearing and you’re going to scar them for life with some of the noises coming out your room!” Meredith teased, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“No seriously, we’ve not been having sex,” Amelia insisted, reflecting Owen’s bewildered expression as they looked to one another.

“Last night, you were at the house,” Meredith argued back, addressing Owen.

“I wasn’t at the house last night, I was on call!” Owen’s voice was defensively high and Amelia took a second to stifle a giggle at the cuteness.

“There’s no fooling me,” Meredith shrugged, pouring herself a coffee and half laughing as she said it.

“I’m not, I wasn’t at the house, seriously,” Owen said.

“He wasn’t,” Amelia backed him up. “He was on call all night.”

“You know how I know you’re lying?” Meredith asked Owen, not waiting for the answer. “You must have been at the house cos I heard your name.”

Amelia frowned and looked skeptically from Meredith to Owen, back to Meredith and her pointy finger.

“My name?” Owen spoke, looking only at Amelia.

“I have no idea what she’s… talking…” Amelia drifted off mid-sentence as a flashback of the previous night hit her out of nowhere and caused a violent blushing in her cheeks.

I can almost feel his tongue on my mouth, licking my lips from side to side and begging for entry. When I allow it, I know he takes full advantage, scratching his fingers down my neck and letting his kisses soothe the painful skin. He continues his trail down to my breasts and as my own hands start massaging them, I imagine his tongue flicking my nipples. I use my fingers to imitate the action and I arch my back as if his hands were wrapping around me, holding my body close to his.

My right hand runs down my side and starts groping my own inner thigh. I try to do it as roughly as I know he does when he’s aroused, and manage to disturb the nerves enough to ignite my inner juices. As my finger disappears between my folds, I begin rubbing my clit and moaning at the sensation I know his tongue causes when it’s there. I remember every tingle he causes when his face is buried between my legs and I try to replicate the feelings. My other hand joins in, teasing my entry with the tip…

I close my eyes and try to ignore the fact that these are my hands causing the build up. I moan some more and find that my own deep vibrations from my voice are helping the illusion. I moan again, louder, and my lower stomach clenches at the loss of inhibition. I picture his face, dipping in between my thighs and lowering his tongue deep into my insides. I turn my finger into the feeling of his phantom tongue flicking the sensitive tip ferociously.

“Mmmmm, Owen,” I moan loudly. I hear his voice in my head talking dirty, hear the sounds of his wet mouth against my desperate dripping opening.

“Mmmmm, come for me Amelia, come,” he urges me on.

“Owen, yes,” I say to the memory. “Please, yes, right there, yes!”

“Is that the spot?” His voice is penetrating my ear drums as if it were there.

“Ah, Owen, Owen, oh yes, Owen…”

‘Holy shit,’ Amelia thought to herself as the crimson skin on her cheeks stubbornly remained.

“What are you talking about?” Amelia suddenly rejoined the room, hoping her flashback had removed her for a mere second.

“I heard you. There were sex noises, definitely sex noises, and loud and clear I heard Owen’s name being called,” Meredith continued, oblivious to Amelia’s warning looks of despair.

“Must have been something else,” Amelia muttered, clenching her jaw on the last word as she walked over to Meredith and nudged her elbow forcefully.

“Ow! What was that for?! You just spilled my coffee,” Meredith whined. She then realised, with the help of Amelia widening her eyes and silently pleading for an escape route, what was going on.

“Was it Maggie maybe?” Owen asked, still trying to figure things out from the sofa. “I did speak to her on the phone last night but I thought she was at the hospital…?”

Meredith stifled a giggle. “She was, it couldn’t have been Maggie. Besides, it was definitely more of a deep, sort of begging tone I heard… I could have sworn it was Amelia…”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Amelia suggested.

“I actually do have a surgery but this is so much more fun,” Meredith laughed.

“Please leave,” Amelia begged as soon as she saw Owen’s face starting to twist from confusion to suspicion.

“Ok ok, I’m going,” Meredith sighed. “Bye… Owen.”

She sexually moaned his name and cackled her way out the lounge, leaving Amelia and Owen alone. Owen stood up with narrowed eyes, the suspicion turning into a teasing and growing smirk. The look on his face- he knew. She knew he knew. He knew she knew he knew that she knew he knew.

“Amelia…” he started slowly.

“Yes?” she asked, flustered and looking everywhere but at him. He stood up and started to inch towards her. She backed away at the same pace.

“Is Meredith saying what I think she’s saying…?” He sounded proud, as if he was gloating about a win.

“Errr… I don’t know what you think she’s saying so… hmmmmm, yeah, I don’t know,” Amelia rambled, still stepping away from his body at a constant rate.

“What I think she’s saying is that last night you were having some… errrrr, alone time… let’s say,” he paused to watch the crimson in her cheeks deepen and smiled at the effect his advance was having. “And that you were moaning loudly… and possibly even moaning my name…”

Her body hit the work surface behind her and there was no escape. He reached her and placed a hand either side of her on the counter behind. She was trapped.

“Amelia, have you been thinking about me whilst touching yourself?” he asked, no shyness or avoidance of the topic.

“No…” she slowly mumbled.

“Amelia…” he lowered his voice, and his face so she had to look him in the eye. She sighed and looked up eventually.

“…maybe,” she admitted quietly. An embarrassed smile erupted on her lips and a surprised but smug grin appeared on his.

“Really?” he checked. She nodded. He laughed a little, but stopped as he realised she was looking a little deflated. “Hey hey hey.”

“It’s not funny Owen,” she rolled her eyes, “it’s embarrassing!”

“It’s cute,” he corrected her. “And sexy as hell.”

“What?!” she exclaimed, frowning at his reaction.

“Do you know how much of an ego boost it is, knowing someone as hot and as beautiful as Amelia Shepherd is fantasising over you?! I’m not embarrassed. If I could, I’d shout it from the rooftops, but I’m keen on keeping my body parts intact…”

He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her lips. She smiled and placed her hands on his elbows.

“We just… yeah, you know… we haven’t been there and done that recently so…”

“I know. We’re just waiting for the opportunity. Don’t worry, it will happen. Preferably with us both actually being involved!”

“Owen!” Amelia swatted his arm.

“Well I mean, who do you think I think about during my 'alone time’?” he pointed out. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement, and a grin took over her cheeks.

Jealous Much?

Requested by Anonymous: Could you write something about the reader getting jealous of Daryl? (She’s his gf)

Jealous Much?

“Good morning.” You say, poking Daryl in the ribs to get him to wake up.

“Leave me alone.” He muttered, rolling over and trying to go back to sleep.

“C’mon, wake up.” You sat up and bounced on the mattress a bit, causing Daryl to groan and glare at you. “Let’s go get breakfast before Glenn and Maggie get back from their run. We have to help them unload, and I want to enjoy my morning a little before having to work.”

You climb over him and look around the floor of the prison cell for your jeans. Daryl reached an arm lazily out of bed, slid a finger under the hem of your panties at your hip, and let fabric snap back against your skin with a loud ‘smack’. “Hey!” You say, whirling around to see him smirking into his pillow. You hit him with his t-shirt before throwing it into his face. “Get dressed, you buffoon.”

He drags himself out of bed slowly and pulls his clothes on even slower. “You sure we can’t just stay here all day?”

“Positive.” You were already dressed and starting to head out of the cell. “Now hurry or we won’t have time for breakfast.”


When Maggie and Glenn got back from their three day run, they not only had a lot of supplies, but also a new group member. “This is Callie.” Maggie said, introducing you to the tall blonde woman that was stepping out of the car.

“It’s a pleasure to meet y’all.” Callie had a warm southern accent and tan skin and you weren’t sure how, but her teeth and hair and nails all seemed to be perfect despite the lack of personal grooming salons.

Daryl nodded at her before grabbing a few bags from out of the car and taking them over to where Hershel would inventory them. Glenn followed and Maggie handed you a few bags before taking some herself. “Callie, after we get the car unloaded, Y/N will show you around and find you an empty cell to stay in.”

“I’d appreciate that, thanks.” She smiled at you again and for some reason, you hated her.

You carry your bags over to the inventory spot, passing Daryl and Glenn on your way. “What do you think of her?” Maggie asked once you reached the tables where you were leaving the supplies.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, resisting the urge to say that you despised her.

“She seems really nice.” Maggie says.

You shrug and open your mouth to respond when you hear loud, tinkling laughter from across the courtyard. You look over to see Callie laughing at something Daryl had said, pressing herself up against him and touching his bicep. You stiffen, a frown invading the features of your face.

Before you can stop yourself, you stomp over to where the two of them are standing and say with a small growl, “Don’t you have a job you’re supposed to be doing, Daryl?” You spit his name a little more aggressively than you intended. “Not standing around wasting time?”

He looks at you, a little shocked. “I was just making a comment about the heat. Why are you so pissy?”

“I’m not pissy, I’m just asking if maybe you should be working.” He scowled at you and you regret your comments immediately. But Callie is still touching him, so you don’t feel too bad as you grab her wrist, force a smile and say, “Should we take that tour now?”

“Well, I kind of want to stay here and talk to…” She pulls her hand out of yours and replaces it on Daryl’s arm. “What’d you say your name was, sugar?”

“He’s not important!” You snap, grabbing her arm and practically dragging her away from Daryl.

“Wow.” You hear Daryl say behind you. “Fuck you, too, I guess.”

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment and tears were starting to prick at your eyes. You didn’t know what had come over you, but now that it was gone, you were embarrassed by it and you silently prayed that Daryl would forgive you later.


“And this is your cell.” You say at the end of the tour, assigning her a room across the prison from you and Daryl in Cell Block A.

“Thanks, Y/N.” She smiles at you, sitting on the bed and sighing with relief. “It’ll be so nice to sleep in a bed again. Who knows, maybe I won’t have to sleep in it alone, either. Maybe I can get that cute redneck to sleep in it with me.” She throws her head back and laughs that high-pitched giggle that grates on every nerve in your body and you can feel the anger come bubbling back to surface.

“He has a girlfriend!” You practically shout.

“Oh shit, really?” She says, then her eyes widen. “Oh my god, you’re his girlfriend.”

“Uh, yeah. And I don’t appreciate you groping and getting all up in Daryl’s business.” You frown and cross your arms. You were being the worst member of the welcome team ever right now.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know.” She shakes her head, turning bright red. “God, I feel like a fool. Here I am, my first day at a new place and I’m whoring myself out to another woman’s boyfriend. Can you forgive me?”

You feel the anger drain out of you and you uncross your shoulders. “Yeah. I’m sorry I snapped.”

“Friends?” She smiled.



“Daryl?” You say quietly, poking your head into your shared cell. He’s laying down on the bed and he doesn’t respond to you, so you move to stand awkwardly in the doorway. “Can we talk?”

“Really?” He sits up and looks at you with feigned shock. “You want to talk to me? But I’m so unimportant, I’m surprised you’d waste your time with me.” He huffs angrily and lays back down.

“I’m a dick.” You say. “There’s no excuse for what I said.”

“There’s not.” He says.

“I just…seeing you with that woman just infuriated me, and I lost it.”

He sits up and raises an eyebrow at you. “Why did it make you mad?”

“She was flirting with you, Daryl. Touching you and pressing up against you and laughing at everything you said. And I just…”

Daryl cracked a smile. “You got jealous.”

You sigh and hang your head. “Yeah. I guess I did. I got jealous cause she’s so pretty and it made me nervous, so I lost my cool and I said some mean things. Things I can’t take back, and I’m really sorry.”

It was quiet for a moment before Daryl said, “C’mere.” You walk over to where he was holding out his arms and sank into his hug. “You got nothin to worry or be jealous about. I love you, not her or anyone else. You.”

“Okay.” You say. “I love you, too.”

“Just do me a favor?”


“Next time you get jealous, do something crazy like get into a cat fight or mud wrestle or something entertaining that I can watch.” He was smiling down at you.

You laughed as you playfully smacked his chest. “You’re such a dork.”

He laughed along with you and pulled you tighter against his chest.




A shape for her sharpness, Maggie is represented by a triangle. Although pretty, she’s loud, temperamental, and is persistent in getting what she wants. She seizes every opportunity to make her surroundings bend to her will and thinks nothing of the consequences of her actions. 

Her last name, Lacivi is meant to be short for Lascivious.

Daryl Dixon - “I’m in trouble”

Word count: 2557

Trigger warnings:  Violence

Tags: Daryl Dixon, Reader, Fluff

Plot/Request: could you please do one where you are the one to hurt the Gov’s eye and you escape and Merle has the job from Rick to take you back to him, but after a while of talking on the way he changes his mind or The reader tells him she’ll go alone and later Merle and Daryl get there in time to save the reader. They all survive and go back to the prison. (Daryl and reader are together??)

Note:  I tried to make this as much as the actual timeline, therefore I might have changed some things about your request. Hope you like it though.

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okay i decided to write something light since that last fic was pretty heavy. so here, a short ficlet based off this gifpost!

Maggie entered the cell block, relieved that the only activity left in her day was dinner before she’d get some much needed rest. She made her way past the cells towards her sister’s, seeking a bit of company and conversation before the family regrouped to eat.

Lingering in the doorway, she noticed the younger Greene was sprawled on her bunk, deeply focused as she scribbled in her journal.

Maggie stood there a moment longer, waiting to catch her sister’s attention, before she realized Beth was too engrossed in her writing to notice. “Beth!”

The blonde haired girl glanced up.

“You writing about him again?” Maggie asked, exasperated.

“No!” Beth answered automatically. She fiddled with her pen a bit and shifted. “…yes.”

The older Greene chuckled and shook her head, crossing her arms as her sister gazed up at her meekly. “You know, Bethy, Daryl’s right outside the cell block-”

“Shh!” Beth hushed, her eyes widening when her sister dared to state her crush’s name out loud. 

“I’m just sayin’, why don’t you go talk to the real thing instead of locking yourself up in here and writing about him?”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Is there something you wanted?”

Maggie unfolded her arms. “When will you tell Daryl?” She pushed herself off the entryway frame and disappeared from view.

Beth straightened herself up on the bed, whispering, “Never.”

Leaned on the railing a story above them, Daryl and Michonne were silent. Michonne offered Daryl a sly smile. He took his time returning her look, a blush on his face, and whispered, “Shut up.”

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“I’m with Daryl on this one. You can’t mess with theclassic,” Glenn was saying.

Rick frowned, trying to look stern and stifle a grin. “Judy’s gonna be talking soon. I’d rather she know that her name isn’t ‘Asskicker’ or whatever colorful words she might pick up.”

“I think it’s cute,” Carol agreed with Glenn.

Beside her, Daryl huffed. “Everything goin’ on, and you’re really gonna harp on her about using…’bad words’?”

Rick sighed, eyes forward as they walked.

Glenn had Judith in his arms at the moment, and the little girl was busily grappling with his index finger on her arm, trying to shove it in her mouth.

“Fine, okay,” Daryl huffed, and Carol got the impression that he was genuinely offended that Rick wanted to change the nickname that he’d picked. “What’re some appropriate nicknames then? Munchkin?”

Judith didn’t appear bothered, but Glenn’s mood visibly dulled, as did Maggie’s on his other side. Carol eyed him for a moment and then looked to Daryl gently. They had filled her in on what had happened between the walkers getting into the prison yard the day that Lori and T-Dog died and her being reunited with the group a few days later. It was always bare details, with emotion kept carefully compartmentalized away from it all. Daryl and Maggie had gone on a run. Glenn had asked Oscar and Axel to dig graves. Rick had cleared an entire block by himself with an ax. Somewhere in there, the newborn Grimes had been named Lil Asskicker, and without any of them saying it out loud, Carol knew that the circumstances of that nickname being coined had brought the tiniest shred of levity on arguably the worst day in their lives since the Turn.

She knew enough to know that thinking of taking that away was a sensitive topic.

“Not cute enough?” Daryl was muttering. “She’s your kid; call her what you want: Judith, Judy, Jude, Giggles…she does that a lot…Babbles…she’s always babbling…Booger…”

“M’not callin’ her Booger,” Rick snorted, oblivious to Daryl stewing right behind him.

“She’s Asskicker,” Carl interrupted, popping up on Maggie’s other side. “That’s what we called her when we didn’t have a name for her yet, and it fit then. It still fits now.”

Daryl kept his eyes on the ground, but Carl looked at him anyway with an expression close to softness, Carol thought.

“We’re not changing it,” the teenager said firmly.

Rick looked over at his son thoughtfully, seemed to finally sense his overstep, and nodded submissively. “Okay, we don’t change it. She’s our little Asskicker forever.”

“Ga-bah!” Judith expressed her displeasure at her inability to get Glenn’s entire hand in her mouth.

Glenn shifted his hold on her with a low remark of “I know, I know.”

Carol altered her gait enough to draw abreast with Daryl, falling into step with him. He looked like a ruffled bird, refusing to look up from the dirt as they walked. She playfully knocked her elbow against his.

He looked at her briefly. “Cain’t mess with a nickname; that’s bullshit.”

Judith babbled. “Buh-shit.”

They all stopped walking and looked at her. She looked at Carol, kicked her feet against Glenn, and looked at Daryl.

“Buh-shit!” she chirped again.

Carl was the first to start laughing.