home uniforms

tiny, messy, lunch break sketches absolutely MUST include wonder woman rn…

I love love LOVED this look (and i want to do a more finished piece with it eventually). i can’t not go hard about costuming and the history of dress and i’m going to flail about this for a sec. Costume designer Lindy Hemming clearly knew what she was doing. This wasn’t just a “this outfit is plain and practical after those nonsense ‘fashionable’ options” it was a definite, intentional nod to WWI Women’s uniforms (and Diana is going to the front, it makes sense for her to be in something uniform-ish).

Although WWII is better known for women going to work for the first time (i.e. the iconic ‘Rosie the Riveter’) - women absolutely served in various capacities in WWI and were considered crucial to the war effort. Even though most of the women who served still did so in tradition-friendly roles of relief & aid work, WWI is notable in that it was one of the first times that women served either in an enlisted or civilian capacity in uniform. 

Here are some examples of WWI women’s uniforms to show the clear tie between these and Diana’s outfit: 

Women’s Motor Corps 1916-1918 (American) - If you look at men’s uniforms from the same time period the core design elements are basically identical, they’ve just been ‘feminized’ in the women’s versions. 

UK army recruits 1917 (check out those hats! definite link between those and Diana’s, Also the clear distinction between what’s worn by the recruits and the commander)

Women Police Service, 1916 (British) - women served in uniform at home - filling traditionally male roles while men were away (MOST women served at home, with a relatively small % actually ending up at the front). below are some women firefighters in london around the same time wearing similar uniforms (i can barely go down a ladder period, much less do so with someone over my shoulder - so badass!!!): 

The costuming design is perfect in context of the movie’s storyline, wonder woman as a property, and as a tribute to the tens of thousands of women who enlisted and volunteered during the war and it made me SO HAPPY.

*side note - while pulling together these photos I learned about the Women’s Death Battalions (no, seriously) and Holy. CRAP. apparently around 6,000 russian women were actual combatants during the war and not just aid & relief and jfc how had I never heard about this? the rest of the world is like “we guess women can be nurses and ambulance drivers, we are so progressive!!!” meanwhile russia: GETS TIRED OF WOMEN DISGUISING THEMSELVES AS MEN AND SNEAKING INTO THE ARMY. FORMS WOMEN-ONLY UNITS AND CALLS THEM ‘BATTALIONS OF DEATH’*

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -  Part Five - Part Six    

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.


           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz



@ask-nandos-tracer, I do not think we expected such an outcome…

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The Little Brit, Part 2 | Jughead Jones x Reader

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Originally posted by stydiaislove

  Part 1

I wake up, the smile’s still on my face from last nights encounter.

“(Y/N),” I hear mum shout from downstairs.

“I’m up,” I yell back stretching out my arms before throwing my covers off my body and heading down to greet my parents and grab something to eat. “Excited for your first day?” my mum asks putting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

“Nervous. I met a few other kids in my year at the diner last night, they seemed really nice.” She clasps her hands together.

“Oh, sweetie that’s lovely!”

    I shrug hoping she was right finishing up with my breakfast before continuing to get ready for school. I was used to wearing a uniform back home so being able to wear whatever to school was a weird concept for me to grasp as I stand infront of my wardrobe, clothes littering my bedroom floor. I huff to myself glancing at the clock. 10 minutes before I have to start my walk to school and I’m nowhere near ready. 

“You okay sweetie?” my mum asks from my door. I nod throwing together and outfit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to head in early to get my timetable.“ She smiles hugging me briefly before bidding goodbye as she heads into work. I grab my bag and rush down the steps walking toward school. 

    As i get closer to the school I glance around to see other kids loitering out front, all in small groups, all seemed to be caught up in their own conversation to see me nervously wonder through trying to locate the front office. 

“(Y/N),” I turn to see Betty waving from across the hall weaving her way through the crowd till she reached me.

“Hey,” I smile warmly adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“I’m actually showing you around today- I already got your schedule,“ I breathe a sigh of relief.

 “Thank you.” The bell rings loudly.

“I’ll walk you to your first class and then we can meet up at lunch. You can seat with me and the gang.” I smile. 

“Thank you so much.” She throws her arm around my shoulder and gives me a small squeeze.

“You’re very welcome!” 

    The lunch bells rings and I breathe a sigh of relief slipping my books into my bag and heading toward the school yard, my eyes scanning for Betty and Veronica. My palms grow sweaty as I struggle to find the blonde and raven haired girls, my heart rate starts to grow and I consider turning around and finding somewhere else to eat when someone whistles catching my attention.

“Little Brit!” I turn and see Veronica standing up from her seat waving me over. I smile and walk over sitting inbetween the two girls.

“Gosh i thought I was never going to find you guys!” I giggle. 

“How’s class been so far?” I nod noticing Archie, Jughead & an unfamiliar boy approach the table taking their seats.

“It’s actually been really good, easier than I thought- Besides the whole having to introduce yourself every lesson. I swear teachers do it just to torture us!“ I breathe out realising I was mumbling.“I’m thinking of trying out for a slot in the music class, I’ve heard that the music teacher here is really good. She does private classes? Isn’t that right Archie?” He chokes on his lunch and goes red in the face. The whole group looks at me with a shock expression.

“What?” I laugh innocently glancing over to Jughead who looks lost. “Miss Grundy told me she was helping you with songwriting, was I mistaking?” He clears his throat and shakes his head. 

“Oh, right, yeah, she’s been helping me a lot actually- with the song writing, yeah…” I laugh at his sudden change in mood. 

“Anyways I heard Betty that you run the “Blue & Gold”. I was wondering if I was able to help? I wrote back home for my school newsletter and I thought I could help you reboot the paper.“ She smiles.

“That would be awesome! Jug and I have been working a lot lately with the paper, right Jug?” We all turn to face him only for him to be staring right at me. I go red and Archie nudges Jughead with his elbow.

“Juggie,“ Betty pesters. He jolts upright fixing his beanie, his eyes darting to us all.

“Yo,” I laugh and look at the others. “Did you not hear anything Betty and I were saying?” He laughs awkwardly under his breath scratching the back of his neck.

“I swear I was listening I just-”

“Got lost in her voice,” Veronica teases making him go red.

“I just.. um… I have… um… you know what nevermind,“ he rambles pushing his food around the tray. 

“I was talking to Betty about the Blue & Gold.” He nods.

“Yeah we run it. You can… um… are you… did you want to help us?” he finally gets out looking toward me smiling sweetly.

“It’d be an honour Jug. I’d be more than happy to help you and B out.” He smiles. 

“Why don’t the three of us go to Pop’s after chool and talk more about the paper?“ I suggest. 

“Oh, I’m sorry but I have plans today,” Betty replies.

“Okay, maybe just me and you Jug?” He almost spits out the juice in his mouth glancing to Archie with wide eyes.

“Of course!” He almost shouts. “I mean, yeah, of course, I’ll bring my laptop and show you some stuff,” he tries to act cool adjusting his beanie and glancing past me. 

“Cool, it’s a date,“ I smile catching his gaze.

“It’s a date love,” he smiles back.


sawasprout 🌱 (please click through to read!)

I was having sad thoughts of lonely kid miyuki, which made me return to my sawasprout au ideas. that au did basically start with miyuki wanting a good pitcher to play catch with and he is given seeds to grow one. one of too many other au’s i have.

anonymous asked:

Could you make a dress based off of the outfit that female students wear in the game Wizardess Heart+? I know it's a bit random but I really really love the game and don't have anything in ACNL to represent it and I adore your stuff...!

Thank you :) I hope this is the right outfit

so pietro had a blood nose in all-new x factor #5 and apparently it was a huge struggle for me?? tbh this whole character has become a huge struggle for me every day it feels like i’m fighting a losing battle please send reinforcements also a donut

Given the ubiquity of community life - or, at least, the language of community to refer to any kind of shared goal or project - we need, instead, to rethink community. Instead of seeing communities as places in which people really “are” alike in some fundamental way, we may be better off acknowledging that lesbian communities are really overlapping friendship networks, and sometimes exclusive ones at that, with multiple centers and fuzzy boundaries. If we think of communities in this way, it may be more possible to create political alliances across those networks and boundaries. It is much easier to become an ally with someone who is a friend of a friend

If we think of communities thus, then we can also think of mobilizing parts of networks at different times and for different purposes. […] One set of responses, the activation of one part of the network, does not invalidate others. “Real” lesbians work on AIDS issues and on breast cancer and on antipoverty projects and on passing domestic partner legislation and on raising children and so on. Engaging in social and political actions with others creates new network links; in so doing, we stretch ourselves. In learning to work with others who are different, we learn new tools for social and political action.

Rather than attempting to make one uniform lesbian “home” or “community,” then, we need to think more pragmatically in terms of concrete projects and strategies. Rather than assume that we must share a common vision and grand agenda before we can begin to act, we must recognize that commonalities are formed out of action. In this way, we can learn to avoid the endless wrangling over who is or is not invited in. We can begin to image not some future lesbian “nation,” but a proliferation of lesbian - and bisexual - projects and possibilities.

(“Lesbian & Bisexual Identities: Constructing Communities, Constructing Selves,” Kristin G. Esterberg, 1997)

shirokou  asked:

Just donated $5, XD! Um, so Cap drabble??? *scratches head trying to think of a good one* Bucky!Cap finds a hurt puppy after a mission. Cue puppy-dog eyes at Sam and wanting to keep it. XD!

The puppy was young – old enough to be a little awkward, but young enough he was still obviously a puppy – and probably desperate. He looked thin, and he didn’t shy away from Bucky’s arm the way most dogs did. 

“Cap,” Sam called, from a few floors up, looking down into the alley. “We should move, man, emergency services will be here soon and we can’t do anything more here.”

Bucky made a soft shushing noise, directed more at the puppy than at Sam as it limped towards him. “That’s right, brother,” he muttered. “Come to Captain America, truth justice liberty, blah blah…”

Steve, who had rescued everyone from little kids to heavyweight wrestlers in his day, used to pick up the odd cat or dog (once, infamously, a snake) but he usually handed them off to emergency services. Firemen were suckers for kittens. Bucky hadn’t rescued any animals As Captain America yet, usually because of the arm, but also because he wasn’t sure he was capable of giving one away once it crawled into his lap. 

The puppy – black wispy terrier-fur, a long foxlike snout, bright blue eyes – snuffled at Bucky’s fingers, then ducked under them and made straight for his feet, still limping but making very good time. It grabbed onto the criss-crossed laces on his boots and began worrying it with soft, squeaking growls.

“Funny, I got a best friend who used to be that way,” Bucky told him. 

“Cap, did you hear me?” Sam asked, landing next to him in the alley, wings folded in. The puppy looked up and whuffed disdainfully. Bucky gathered it into his hands, careful of the front left leg, and straightened up.

Sam looked at the dog, then at Bucky, whose eyes were wide and hopeful behind the helmet’s mask. 

 “We can give him to a fireman,” he said, voice indicating he knew it was hopeless.

“OR,” Bucky suggested, “We can name him Scout and he can be Captain America’s sidekick.” 

Sam sighed. “Are we gonna take him to the vet in-uniform, or do we get to go home and change first?” 

“Uniform,” Bucky said, turning and marching confidently out of the alley, now that he’d won. “I bet they give us a discount for being superheroes.” 

In Your Dreams » Youngjae

Pairing: Fuckboy!Youngjae x Reader

Summary: Youngjae lives with y/n and has for a while now, she had learned that he is a major fuckboy and has a thing for trying to get into her pants. What will happen when she is woken up in the middle of the night to his stupid nonsense?

❝ Please, please let me cum.❞

 Just moan already, I’ve heard them before.

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, wet dreams, oral (giving), oral (receiving)

Word Count: 5.4k

Note: I think the gif problem is fixed now, if it is could someone please let me know? 

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With Valentines Day fast approaching and the windows of shops laced with hearts and all things pink, I have to admit, I love the selection of themed clothing that comes with it. […] My wardrobe consists of quite a substantial collection of Pyjamas. I think when you largely work from home, your “uniform” can be anything you want it to be.


A/N: little Hinny one-shot for September 1st, 19 & ½ years later.  <3 <3

Also available on FF and Ao3!

Harry peaks through the door – bathroom much in demand for the large family on mornings like this – and checks to see who’s currently monopolizing the shower.  But instead of a cloud of steam, he gets a more pleasant view of a certain Weasley daughter’s pale, freckled back.

He clears his throat and she startles, smacking her head into the countertop.  It’s early enough that she’s fairly justified in assuming she’d be alone for a bit longer, but Harry can’t hold back the teasing grin that slips onto his face.  “Alright, Gin?”

“Don’t be an arse. I’m trying to get done before all you boys start making chaos. Guess I have to get up before the sun for that.”

She’s scowling, but her lips are ticked up at the corners, that freckle that bleeds over onto her mouth provoking him as she saunters closer.  “Are you going to make my morning difficult, Harry James?  Or are you going to give me a hand?”

A flush rises on Harry’s neck at the particular emphasis she places on the end of her question.  Not that he’s got a problem with…things or that they haven’t certainly ‘gotten to know’ each other well enough, but it’s a lot to deal with before half eight in the morning.  She leans in close, nose brushing his as she rises on tiptoe, and his hands automatically come to her waist.  “I’m nothing if not chivalrous.”

He sucks in a gasp when her lips dance across his, barely there contact, until she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.  “Well, would you like to know what I really need?”

His lips skate across her jawline, hands knitting through her recently shorn locks where they just brush her shoulder blades.  “Always.”

Ginny kisses his chin, her arms looping around his neck.  “Zip me up?”

Looking into her dancing eyes, Harry quirks a brow and leans down, reaching for the bottom of her zip and somehow managing to pull her even closer, but somehow not close enough.  “This seems counterproductive.”

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Rick’s sister (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

I first wrote this on my Wattpad account as a two-part imagine but as I haven’t been really active these days so I thought why not giving you a little Christmas gift in advance with this long oneshot! Enjoy folks! 

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.


Originally posted by kendaspntwd

You were running in the woods outside the city of Atlanta. Your lungs filled with fire as you ran for your life. It has been 4 months now since the world came to an end. Roads full of dead people walking. You weren’t ready when it happened, but then who was?

Only a month before the apocalypse your brother had been shot in the line of duty. He was a sheriff in King County, ‘officer Rick Grimes’. You chuckled in your head hearing his proud voice when he came home with his uniform for the first time. You had always been close to your big brother, sure he was overprotective and could get on your nerves sometimes but he was your brother, your best friend, your blood. So when shit hit the fan you decided to go back in town for him not trusting a single word that his best friend Shane had say about him being dead. Nobody can kill Rick, he’s a survivor.

So were you.

Unfortunately, the city was already overrun when you arrived. You wanted to reach the hospital he was in but you couldn’t find a safe way in. It was a suicide mission. In other words, it was impossible for a young woman with only a handgun as a weapon. You had kicked and punched walls, screamed to the sky in despair, you had cried for hours not knowing what to do. Your brother needed you and you had failed him. He was always there for you when you needed him and the only time he could have needed your help you hadn’t been able to do a single thing.

You had been alone since then, not seeing a human face for 4 months. You were running as fast as your tired legs could carry you trying to get away from the geeks. You had been trying to steal some food in a store when the monsters came out of nowhere, trapping you in the small town you had been staying in for two weeks. When you finally had the chance to run away some of the dead had followed you in the woods. You shot a lot of them before running out of ammo and switching to use your knife. You weren’t going to die this way.

‘I can survive! For you Rick!’

You thought as you jump over a fallen tree. Your ears filled with the sounds of your fast heartbeats and your vision began to darken, little sparks exploding before your eyes as you ran using your last piece of energy. You could survive if only you hadn’t trip and fall to the ground. In a couple of seconds one of the geeks had reach you and was already trying to tear your flesh apart. You were screaming and holding the heavy monster as far of your face as you could. Your head was hurting, your muscles were aching and your mind was begging you to give up. After what felt like the eternity you closed your eyes and speak out loud what you thought would be your last words.

“I’m sorry Rick, I love you brother.”

And you let your arms fall back to your side waiting for the pain but it never came. You only felt a heavy weight fall on top of you then nothing. You open your eyes to see the geek dead with an arrow in his skull. You frowned when you heard fighting sounds and pushed the dead body off of you before sitting up. When you looked around you saw a tall man with a crossbow killing the last geek that was chasing you. You watched impressed as the man turned around, breathing heavily and pointing his crossbow at your face directly.


You squeak out and raised your hands in the air to show him that you weren’t a threat. This man was the first human being you were seeing since the outbreak. You couldn’t help but smile but he didn’t flinch, his crossbow still pointed at your face.

“Who the hell are ya girl?”

The man asked you in his redneck accent. Somehow, the intonation in his voice made you remember your brother. The southern accent was evident in the family.

“I… I’m (y/n). Please I’m not a threat, I promise. I don’t have a group, I’m alone don’t shoot me.”

You begged with tears threatening to spill. The man looked surprise and lowered his weapon suddenly aware of how innocent you were. Guilt flash on his features for a second but he turned around to walk away without another word. You got up quickly and tried to catch up with him.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“Not your damn business kid! I saved you now go.”

“I can’t, please. I can’t do this alone anymore.”

“You’ve done it since a long time no? So keep doing it.”

The man said harshly and you stopped walking after him, looking down at your feet. He stopped too and looked back at you. You were small but he could see the muscles on your arms and your legs. You weren’t weak but for an unknown reason you were ready to give up.


Was all you answered in a shaking and weak voice. You looked back up at the man and your eyes locked with his sticking blue eyes. Yours were softer, a pale blue with sparks of grey.

Your brother had the same eyes.

That wasn’t the only feature you had in common. Your hair was also brown and curly, reaching the middle of your back in perfect waves and framing your face softly. You also wore your heart on your sleeve, like your brother. The man was looking at you intently.

“What do ya say your name was again?”

He asked, for the first time not sounding angry at you.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) Grimes.”

The man’s eyes widen slightly before he took a step towards you. He was studying your face.

“Grimes huh?”

“Yeah. And you are?”

He locked eyes with you once again. 'Damn his eyes are stunning’ you thought and feel yourself blush.

“Daryl. Daryl Dixon.”

He said in a low voice then he grabbed your wrist and start walking rapidly.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You screamed and tried to break free from his grip.

“Stop screaming like that girly. I’m taking you back to my camp.”

“I have a name you brute and I can walk just fine by myself thank y…”

Just as you said that you start to feel dizzy and tripping over your own feet.

“M… Mister Dixon, I don’t… Feel that good…”

You said before falling to the ground and fainting.

“Ya gotta be kiddin’ me!”

You heard Daryl say clearly annoyed before everything went black.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly. You were disoriented. 'Where am I?’ You couldn’t remember a single thing. Your head was pounding and the light was hurting your eyes.

“What the hell?”

You said in a croaked voice. You heard loud footstep approaching you and you opened your eyes to be met with the same striking blue eyes that had saved you.

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty.”

Daryl said with a small smirk on his lips.

“Where am I?”


He answered shortly. You opened your mouth to speak when the door of the room you were in opened suddenly making you jump. An old man with white hair and beard entered the room followed by… Rick?!


You screamed and rushed to your brother who was still in shock to see you alive. You cried as you hugged him, he soon hugged you back slightly crushing you in the process. You laughed feeling happiness filled your heart. Rick buried his face in your hair and you could feel his tears fall on your bare shoulder.

“I thought you were dead.”

He said still crying.

“I thought you were too.”

You answered tears also falling down your cheeks. Your brother pulled away to look at you, checking for any injuries.

“When Daryl said that he had brought back a lost girl I never thought it could have been you, sister! How… Are you hurt?”

You shook your head no and sat back on the bed feeling a little lightheaded.

“No I’m fine. Well I wouldn’t have been if Mister Dixon hadn’t save me.”

You said and turned around to look at your savior. The redneck shrugged.


He answered but Rick walked towards him and put his hand on Daryl’s shoulder.

“No, thank you so much Daryl. You brought me back my little sister. I can’t thank you enough.”

“She definitely looks like you man. Simply more beautiful.”

He said playfully and the two men chuckled slightly when you blushed a deep shade of red.

“I think you should let (y/n) rest for a while now. And I will ask someone to bring you something to eat.”

The old man said before helping you to lay back down on the bed.

“I’m Hershel by the way.”

He said before leaving the room. Daryl nodded his head at you before exiting the room, leaving you and Rick alone.

“Carl and Lori will be so happy to see you. I’m going to bring them to see you. They were so worried when you left.”

“Oh you knew I went back for you?”

You asked with a small smile on your lips. Rick sat next to you on the bed and kissed your forehead.

“Yes. I knew you wouldn’t give up on me that easily.”

You grinned at him before hugging him again.

“So… What is this place?”

Rick explained you everything. How he woke up in the hospital, lost and scared. How he found the group and his family. How they lost people at the CDC and the first camp. How they ended up at Hershel’s farm looking for little Sophia.

“Dear Lord…”


Rick looked down clearly blaming himself for what happened with the little girl.

“It’s not your fault Rick, you didn’t have the choice.”

Rick shrugged is shoulder and sighed before kissing your forehead once again and getting up.

“I’ll go find Lori and Carl. I’ll be right back. Try to rest okay.”

“Yes mom.”

You answered him and rolled your eyes. Rick chuckled and left the room leaving you to smile at the ceiling. You sighed in relief. You weren’t completely safe, nowhere is truly safe nowadays but even if you might die tomorrow you’re with your brother again… thanks to your redneck savior.

You were still laying on the bed, waiting for Rick to come back with his little family. Your mind was blank as you looked out of the window. The warm Georgian breeze making the fluid white drapes float into the room. You could hear the soft sound of people chatting in the field outside the house. You closed you eyes and exhaled a sigh of relief.

After a while, a soft knock on the door brought you out of your daydream. You opened your eyes to see Daryl entering the room with a tray of food. You smiled slightly at the man, secretly wondering why he even bothered to bring you food.

“Hershell said ya need to eat.”

He said as he extended his arms to hand you the tray, his statement sounding more like an excuse to explain his presence.

“Yeah I guess he’s right. I’m starving.”

You answered while sitting up on the bed and grabbing the tray with your weak arms. You definitely needed a proper meal. You dug into your food without hesitation, the smell of chicken and potatoes filling your nostril. It was irresistible.

You heard a soft chuckle from beside you and blushed at Daryl’s comment.

“Easy girl! You’re going to get sick.”

“What can I say? I’m hungry!”

You exclaimed and playfully stuck your tongue out at him.

“Careful with that tongue of yours princess.”

Daryl warned in a low threatening voice that (you couldn’t deny it) made your stomach flutter. You blushed and mumbled.

“I’m not a princess.”

You sounded like a kid and you could see Daryl smirk from the corner of your eyes. You dug back into your food to hide your flushed cheeks but this time much slower. After ten more minutes you had finished eating and rested your back against the bed’s headboard, a warm feeling spreading into your body.

“I already feel better. Thanks to you mister Dixon.”

You stated and turned your head to look at your savior.

“Call me Daryl… Ya make me sound older than I truly am.”

You chuckled softly and nodded your head in approval.

“But aren’t you old?”

You teased him with a devilish smirk on your lips. Daryl groaned and glared at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

“I’m kidding! Don’t kill me.”

“I would never harm you. Even if you were trying to kill me. I couldn’t hurt such an innocent young girl like you.”

'For Christ sake! Can you stop being cute for a second?!’ You thought but you only answered with a shy: “Thanks… I guess.” Daryl shrugged but then it hit you.

“Wait… How old do you think I am, Daryl?”

“Something like 18… Maybe 19.”

You raised an eyebrow at the man before bursting into laughers once again. When you opened your eyes he was looking at you with confusion.

“What’s so funny?”

“I know that I look young but not that much! I’m 25, Daryl.”

The man now looked at you in disbelief, looking you over as if to find a piece of evidence that could prove your age.

“No way in hell, princess.”

“I truly am! Ask Rick, dummy.”

You giggled and shook your head as Daryl continued to check you out.

“Take a picture Dixon it will last longer.”

You playfully teased him. Daryl blushed slightly and you bit your lips trying to calm the squeaking voice in your head that was screaming at his cuteness. An embarrassed silence settled between the two of you when suddenly the door opened and Carl ran into the room jumping on the bed and hugging you.

“Aunty (Y/N)!! I thought I would never see you again!”

You hugged the little boy back, kissing the top of his head as Lori and your brother entered the room. Rick looked at Daryl with questionable eyes before smiling at you and his son. Carl was babbling about something that happened today when you saw Daryl getting up from the chair beside you and leaving the room. He stopped at the door to look at you one last time then left and closed the door behind him. Weirdly, you already missed the man’s presence but you quickly shook the thought away and focused your attention back on your nephew.

Later on that day, Hershell decided that you could get out of bed and walk around the farm to meet everyone. So Rick helped you up and you walked out of the house with his arm around your waist to support you. He was back at his overprotective self, afraid of you falling down if he didn’t hold you.

“I’m fine Rick, really I’m not made of glass.”

“Daryl told me how you fainted. He said that you looked like an innocent lost little bird, all alone in the woods.”

You scoffed and laughed sarcastically.

“He also thought that I was 18 so…”

Rick smirked and looked down at you as you walked down the steps of the house carefully.

“What? I know that smirk! What are you implying?”

“Oh nothing.”

Your brother answered still with the same knowing smirk on his lips.

“Ah come on Rick! What?”

“(Y/N) and Daryl on a tree…”

Your brother sang just above a whisper.

“Stop it!”

You squealed, embarrassed as you punched his arm.

“Ouch this hurt!”

You both laughed as you arrived in the middle of the camp. You looked around to be met with unknown faces apart from your family, Daryl and… Huh Shane.
Your laughers died down as you shuffled nervously, looking down. Rick squeezed your shoulder to comfort you and took a step forward to address the small group.

“Alright… Everyone I’d like you to meet (Y/N). My little sister.”

Rick turned to look at you with a bright smile on his lips. You looked up and waved shyly at the group.

“Hi, nice to meet you all.”

The group smiled at you and everyone came to meet you. Glenn was a nice guy, you could already picture the both of you becoming good friends. Dale was a sweet old man, he was already welcoming you in the group. Andrea as well. Carol seemed to be a nice lady but sadness was written all over her soft features, you remembered that they were still looking for her daughter and hugged her a little bit longer than the others. T-Dog was funny, you liked the way he would talk and tell you fun little stories about the others. You were slowly feeling less shy when Shane came and hugged you. You didn’t feel at ease in his arms, the man was your brother’s best friend but you couldn’t shake the memory of him and Lori together off of your head.

“Hm… Yeah nice to see you again too Shane.”

You told him before pulling away, the hug lasting too long for your liking.

“It’s good to see your pretty face again (Y/N).”

“Huh… Yeah sure.”

You faked a smile and Shane ruffled your hair as if you were a kid. God damn it! You hated that! You looked away and tried to straighten your hair with your hands as Shane was laughing at you. Your eyes landed on Daryl. He looked pissed, his fists clenched at his side. You attempted a small smile in his direction but he turned around and walked away.

“Excuse me a second.”

You quickly told Shane before following your savior as quickly as you could with you dizzy head.

“Daryl! Wait up! I can’t run without feeling dizzy.”

You said in a chuckle as you approached him. The man stopped but didn’t answer.

“You okay?”

You asked, walking next to him.

“Yeah I’m fine woman.”

“Why do you “woman” me now? What have I done?“

"Nothing! Leave me be!”

His voice had been harsh and it made you stop in your tracks, looking shocked. Only minutes ago he would talk to you, bring you food and now he was ignoring you. Even worse, he was pissed at you for something you couldn’t point your finger at.

“Leave him some time sis. He’s not used to be around that many people.”

You turned around to see your brother with his arms crossed over his chest looking at the now small silhouette of Daryl Dixon.

“Where is he going?”

“He’s going to look for Sophia. He’s the only one going today. I can’t go because I gave too many blood units to save Carl.”

“He’s going alone?!”

“Yeah that’s not a big deal.”

“You must be kidding me? He has nobody to watch his back! So many things could happen.”

You said the last sentence just above a whisper, afraid to even say it out loud. Rick hugged you by your shoulders.

“Don’t worry sis, he’s going to be just fine.”

You scoffed and glanced up at your big brother.

“As if I cared.”

You said stubbornly, earning a chuckle from Rick.

“Indeed (Y/N), you don’t have the slightest crush on Daryl huh?”

“C… Can you stop?”

You wined and turned around, walking towards Lori as you continued to behave like a 6 years old.

“Lori your husband is teasing me again!!”

You screamed over the camp, making everyone laugh.

It was late in the afternoon now and Hershell had told you to move in with the group. You were currently trying to settle your small possessions in the only available tent, which was Daryl’s. You sighed as you tried to think about something to tell Daryl. He will never let you stay with him in his tent, not after the way he talked to you this morning. You shook your head trying to stay calm but your efforts were quickly ruined when you heard the tent opening to reveal a tired looking Daryl.

“What the hell are ya doing here?”

“I… I’m sorry it’s the only tent available. Rick told me to go inside, I didn’t mean to intrude but if you want me gone I can…”

“Nah 'sfine.”

Daryl cut you and laid down on his side of the tent. You tried to chat with him but he was ignoring you so you decided to go outside for a walk. You walked in the field, nearing a greener path leading to some small graves. You look at them with sorrowful eyes. After a while you sat against the tree nearby the graves and looked at your small family from apart. Suddenly you heard someone shuffling by your side and sitting next to you. You looked at the person to be met by a pair of stunning blue eyes. You looked away quickly, wondering what he was doing here.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been an ass to ya.”

Daryl’s deep voice apologize. You turned to face him entirely.

“I… I’m not used to be around someone like ya.”

“Someone like me?”

You asked, confused.

“Yes… Someone genuinely nice.”

“Well thank you.”

You smiled softly.

“Girls like ya don’t give a shit about men like me.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?”

“I’m just some redneck trash. Beautiful, nice and intelligent girls don’t talk to me. Or even spare me a glance.”

“Is that really what you think of yourself?”

He didn’t answer, he simply shrugged not daring to look at you.

“You’re so much more Daryl. In only a day that I’ve known you I can already see that there’s so much more about you than you think. You’re a good man and a man of honor too, I can see that.”

“Ya don’t really know me.”

“Maybe… But I’m willing to learn more about you.”

Daryl looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t really read.

“I… I have this for ya.”

He said with a faint blush on his cheeks. You looked at his hand to see the most beautiful flower you had ever seen. The soft petals were white, intertwining in the most perfect way. You smiled up at him, a blush slowly making its way up your cheeks as well.

“It’s beautiful Daryl. Thank you.”

He nodded and placed the Cherokee rose carefully in your hair, his fingers gazing your cheek softly.


He whispered while looking at you. You chuckled and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. Your lips lingering on his skin after the kiss.

“I’m glad you saved me Daryl Dixon.”

“And I’m glad I saved ya (Y/N) Grimes.”


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