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“My name is Kodiak Veilbreaker. 

I’m Ash Legion, in full service to the Order of Whispers. Some time ago, I was sent on an infiltration mission into Flame ranks. They needed a guy on the inside, a guy good with glamours and illusions so they’d be hard to suspect of foul play, and they decided that I fit the bill.

I… I’m starting to forget what I was meant to be keeping an eye on in the first place. It’s been a long time since I took up post here, and since the debacle with dragons and Scarlet… I haven’t had a handler check in on me in some time. These days, every time one of those Flame Legionnaires opens their mouth…

It’s getting really bad. I could do with an out before I forget who I am completely.”

*Inhale* OKAY, it took me like… an eternity to get that picture done but AH ! I did it ! It’s completed and I’m so proud about how it turned out ! So uhm… you guys requested for a UnderDecay print a while ago. I couldn’t exactly stream it because my internet is really slow lately and I’m kinda sick. BUT I managed to work on it little by little, one character at time and I can say that I actually ENJOYED to draw this… like… there’s so little details and the dynamic and composition were absolutely… gosh I cant even describe it.

I had FUN, especially since UD is my baby and I’ve been working hard on this AU for almost a year now. ANYWAY, I really hope that you enjoy it !

Okay… SO… I’m still without any form of income, so if you guys are interested to get that print shipped at your place you can order one over HERE. Any reblog would actually help me a lot… and gosh… thank you so much for every nice comment and the support that you guys give me. I deeply appreciate it.

Art and UnderDecay© @little-noko



Lance has always felt like an outcast in the small town of Wall, always bullied for his strange marks and long ears that he tried so hard to hide in order to fit in. The only one who doesn’t seemed dazed by his appearance is his adoptive brother, Shiro, the one who found him near the wall. No matter how many times he had tried to ask him about where he came from Shiro never gave any answers. Lance only knew that he came from across the wall.

Is not until a star falls to the other side and the fate of his heart depends on finding it that he decides to go against the rules and cross the wall, trying not only to get the pretty jewel to his true love, Nyma, as a proposition of marriage, but also trying to find his lost sister, the one Shiro met so many years ago. 

DIY Betta Leaf Hammock

So we all know about this thingy, right? Well, I don’t like them.

First: they’re made of hard plastic and the edges can sometimes be sharp enough to hurt a betta or tear its delicate fins. Second: even though there is a version that doesn’t have a wire inside the leaf (and this version is far safer), I can’t seem to find that thing anywhere. I ordered them online, went to three different LPS, and all of them only had the wire version.

So I said, screw it. I’m gonna make my own betta leaf hammock and it’ll be ten times better than this mass-market version. And since my creation turned out fantastic, I’m gonna share my process with everyone so that you never have to buy that crappy plastic leaf ever again.

So here’s what you do: Gather up any unused silk plants you have, or buy one of those $4 silk plants at any pet store that have the adjustable leaves. They look like this.

In the background of this picture you can see one leaf clump that I pulled off the stem. In focus is one of those leafs cut off, including the base of the leaf which has the hole meant to go through the stem.

Stick that thing right into a suction cup. Easy as that. Mine fit snugly. I stole the suction cup I’m using off the awful leaf-hammock-with-a-wire I ordered online, but you can probably go to the dollar store and get a whole pack of this exact size.

That extra leaf I cut off in the beginning? Shoved it right into the suction cup with the other leaf. Now everything is nice and snug; those leaves won’t be budging any time soon.

Since I had it on hand, I also secured it with a bit of aquarium sealant, but it wasn’t necessary. The leaves were stuck in there pretty good without it, I’m just predicting it will be easier to clean down the line if I glue it.

And there you have it. Two gorgeous, well-sized, sturdy and safe betta leaf hammocks for your tank.

So, to review, here’s the materials list:

1. Small suction cup(s)
2. Clump(s) of leaves from a silk plant of your choice
3. Scissors
4. Aquarium sealant (optional) 

Amis and co. as things customers at my (fast food) job have done

Bahorel: tipped me 10$ on a 9$ meal because I made “the best fucking fries in history”

Joly: ordered our largest size (which is enough food for two-three people) with extra gravy but then added peas on top because “I’m trying to eat healthy”

Feuilly: ordered, paid, and then just. Fell asleep. Right there at the till.

Enjolras: got legitimately angry when our card machine didn’t have a tip option and got even angrier when I said I was working through New Year’s eve until 5 am. Offered to call head office and complain about it.

Cosette: also on New Year’s eve, gave all of the staff chocolate bars and thanked us for working so hard and so late

Montparnasse: came in to the shop twice a week in the summer while we had a limited time meal called the Mac Daddy and only ever ordered that. Never came in again after we got rid of it.

Combeferre: lives in the flat above the shop, comes in every week with a ceramic bowl and asks me to make his meal in it (instead of our paper boxes) to reduce waste

Jehan: reads, considers, and takes a picture of every single quote I write on the blackboard. Always asks for extra pickles.

Gavroche: had an actual laughing fit when I squeezed the cheese sauce bottle and it made farting noises 

Courfeyrac: came in around 3 am on the weekend before Halloween dressed as David Bowie. Picked up a feather boa a customer had left behind, put it on and kept it

Éponine: started yelling at some idiot who was catcalling another customer. It got so heated they had to take it outside 

Musichetta: nice regular who just comes in to write Instagram handles on the board, chats with us for a few minutes and leaves

Marius: apologized like five times even though I was the one who messed up the order. Tried to pay with Euros (in Canada)??

Bossuet: came in slightly drunk at 2 am on a snowy day so the shop floor was wet, fell down literally more than ten times even after I mopped

Grantaire: stared at the menu of poutines for 10 minutes, gave up and asked me “which one’s the most dank”

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure in Fullmetal Alchemist’s 2003 style!, my two favorite series united into one (≧ ∀ ≦).
Here’s the Joestars family tree. In order the characters were consistent with FMA style and also to preserve some genetic laws , Ade and I had to improvise with the general color palette scheme from Jojo series. So maybe some characters look kinda different from the originals.
Regarding Jolyne, being a character who hasn’t yet appeared in any animated version, we decided inspiring her design from “Eyes of Heaven” for this time.
We are also very happy to have had the opportunity to draw Jotaro’s wife since there aren’t enough fanart of her and the character deserves more.
It has been hard work; although a family tree may seem a simple work at first look, we’ve actually had to redesign and draw the faces of 14 characters. So I hope you like it ♥(ノ´∀`).

P.S.: Thinking Josuke’s blue eyes are inherited from Lisa Lisa makes me immensely happy.

Since Appmon never have Fresh/In-Training/Baby forms, I thought of making one for my own. I think of them like “Bases” of sorts. Like I hc Appmon are born with a definite base and as they are coded specifically what type of app they’re based from. 

In whatever order: Social (light blue), Navi (green), Tool (purple), System (yellow), Game (orange), Entertainment (red) and Life (pink).

Lastly, some interesting design notes: I had a hard time figuring out some Base Appmon like Entertainment and then I remembered Monimon of Xros Wars and thank god I took the inspiration from it. Game was a little tricky so I had to entirely base its design on a game controller with stubby feet added to make it look like a walking controller lol.

Trump Signs Order Urging Elimination Of Clean Water Rule
The president ordered his regulators to "review and reconsider" a rule that protects drinking water for 117 million people.

“Of all the absurd statements I heard from Donald Trump last night in his speech, perhaps the most absurd was when he expressed his desire to “promote clean air and clear water.” I had a hard time not laughing. Remember, this is a president who yesterday signed an executive order rolling back the Clean Water Rule to protect our drinking water from pollution. This is a president who appointed a man who does not believe in environmental protection to be head of the Environmental Protection Agency. This is a president who in his first week in office signed an order to advance two major fossil fuel pipelines. Mr. Trump, stop the hypocrisy. Own up to the fact that so far you are the most anti-environmental president that we have had in modern history.“

- U.S. Senator Bernie Sanders

FIC: Transition Game

Title: Transition Game
Author: Emma Grant ( @emmagrant01)
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairings: John/Sherlock, John/others, background Greg/Molly
Summary: Sherlock Holmes is a chemistry grad student and a TA for Dr. Stamford’s Forensic chem course. One fall semester, John Watson, the captain of the university’s hockey team, takes that course. (Unilock + hockey AU)
Rating: E
Length: 33K words

Notes:  I really wanted to write some fluffy Johnlock after watching series 4, but I also didn’t feel like I could actually write anything set after series 4. But then! I remembered I had 8K words of unfinished fic from a year ago sitting on my hard drive. It felt like the time to get back to work on it.

Some backstory is in order: once upon a time, the Dallas Stars played the Boston Bruins and lost. (This is not an unusual occurrence.) I had a bet with @fuckyeahfightlock on that particular game, and the price was to write a hockeylock fic. I obviously failed to finish in a timely manner, but here it is at last!

Huge thanks to @drinkingcocoa-tpp for her thoughtful comments on a earlier draft of this story! She always keeps me right. <3

The is without a doubt the AUiest Sherlock fic I have ever written. The characters are (a) students at a university  somewhere in the upper midwestern US, and (b) all either Canadian or American. (Seriously, none of them are British. It’s that kind of AU.) If that doesn’t work for you, just hit that back button and move along to something more your taste. Otherwise, enjoy!

Read it on AO3 here

aivarobinson  asked:

If it's for scientific advancement, are you keeping notes? Do you have a control subject? Who else knows in case something goes wrong?

-“Yeesh, you’re all grilling me hard for this… I know what I did wasn’t ideal, but I had written down the dosage and times beforehand. I’ll do better -and safer tests in the future.”

“My team will oversee it. These experiments started under Asgore’s orders -a-although, not with me as the subject in mind…”

Imagine: Peter giving you a Cactus on Valentine's Day

You were an odd one… that’s why Peter Parker liked you. You didn’t dream of roses and chocolates on Valentine’s Day all you wanted was a cactus with a flower on it, not yet bloomed, almost like a symbol of the blooming love of whomever gave you the cactus. Peter was determined to be the one to fulfill your simple succulent dream. “Happy V-Day [Y/N], got any special plans for today?” “Nope.” Peter mentally fist pumped. He loved this time you had together in Chemistry because he got you all to himself since he is your lab partner. “Wanna come over later, we could rewatch Star Wars but in Machete order.” “Heck yea! That’s the best way to watch it!! I would love to!” You tried so hard not to sound too enthusiastic but c'mon your crush just asked you to spend HOURS at his house and intimately watch movies together. The rest of the day went by pretty fast, Peter was excited to get your present together and you were so overwhelmed with which Star Wars shirt would be better. You settle for the black crop top with a white silhouette of Leia (may she Rest In Peace) that said “Self-Rescuing Princess.” To make sure you stay comfortable you where your favorite pair of leggings, this pair had a hole in the knee because you got reckt while skating home one day. Finally to finish the outfit off you wore your checkered vans. Peter once called these vans your emo shoes because somehow they survived that phase. You get on the subway and begin the trek to Peter’s place. Once Peter got home he walked down the hallway attached to the the living room and threw his backpack haphazardly into his room. He walked back to the kitchen and saw it sitting there, your perfect cactus. Being the sappy person he is, Peter moved the cactus into a cute pink cup that once was a container for pouring creamer at a themed diner. After everything was presentable Peter called for pizza. He even got those breadsticks you love. While waiting for the pizza and you to arrive he cut a light blue piece of construction paper into the shape of a heart and modge-podged it onto what contained the cactus. You knocked on the oh-so familiar apartment door with your stomach acting as a small cage for large butterflies. You look down at your feet and did a last check for your appearance. Looking up again you were met with a cactus inches away from your faces and Peter nervously saying “I think we have CHEMISTRY.” You giggle, take the cactus from him and kiss his cheek. “We have the perfect BOND, thank you Peter.” Later on in the movie marathon with you cuddled up to Peter you look back at the cactus and could’ve sworn that the flower slowly opened up.

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anonymous asked:

At our museum customers can rent audio guides if they want, and the process of giving them out involves us holding onto their license or passport (or something else they can't leave behind) in order to discourage forgetfulness/theft. Most of the time people are understanding, but then there are those who get all huffy. I had one lady point to her license and say "That's $75." Well, ma'am, our guides cost $500 each, and are hard to replace, so I'd say we're taking the bigger risk here. :)))


Summary: Hanji takes a break from work.

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That was a record long meeting. It started in the morning and only when Hanji looked out the window she noticed, the sun was setting. No wonder she had a hard time reading the documents.

“We can continue this later. All of you are dismissed.” she ordered as she rubbed her tired eye. “Moblit, put it in the reports our discu…”

Hanji realized her mistake. There was no Moblit.

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Seungri: From what I know, I’m aware that T.O.P greatly modified the raps put into the song.

T.O.P: I think I fixed it up like twenty times.  It’s because it’s been so long since I had a girlfriend that I wanted to have one.  That’s a joke.  In order to portray that feeling well, I worked hard and kept fixing it.

Dear kids with divorced parents

Don’t worry if you forget things.
You have two houses to worry about.

Don’t worry if you are unorganized
You have more space than the average kid to have in order

Don’t worry if you have a hard time trusting others
You have been hurt in the past

Don’t worry if you like to be in control
You didn’t have control for sometime and now you feel like you need some

Don’t feel embarrassed when you tell people your parents aren’t together
It was something that had to happen

Don’t ever feel like you are alone
Because you have many people who understand you

—  You’ll be ok
Mutsuki’s behavior

I’d like to talk about Mutsuki reaction in this chapter.

Let’s start with His childhood. I don’t know if it’s because of the way his father treated him or if it was since the beginning but Mutsuki never really feel like a woman, he was already uneasy about his gender when he was a kid. He was also the victim of physical abuse by his father, but not only physical it’s obvious that Mutsuki has been raped. An action that was described as « show me your love ». It is HORRIBLE.

Then when Mutsuki get out of this hell (by murdering his family) and found some peace at the CCG’s academic, he was bullied by the other kids, and so his bad behavior stayed.

Mutsuki always has had hard time with men, violence and abuse. It was a sort of hurting relation, you hurt me so I hurt you. You take from me, I take it back. In order to save him, his own brain erased those memories, like Kaneki when Arima said that everyone in anteiku was dead. That’s why he knew nothing about his family murder. It’s because his brain has shut those memories down.

I don’t think that we can blame those other kids. Because from their point of view Mutsuki was horrible and disgusting (there it is, Ishida’s wonderful writing). Will you become friend with someone that murder cats and is suspected to have murdered his family ? Not me tho, but those kids didn’t knew Mutsuki’s past and they have their own buisness to take care, welp nevermind…

When Mutsuki got nominated as a Quinx, Haise happen to be his superior and they all lived under the same roof. Haise has been the first man to accept Mutsuki and to take care of him but more important Haise is litteraly a flower in the garden of The Grim reaper itself !

And all of sudden a sweet boy like Haise comes in and start taking care of you like his own child, and give again and again without asking anything in return expect respect and mutual understanding. I’m sure that thanks to Haise sweet behavior, Mutsuki stopped feeling the need to hurt others back, and was finally able to get some peace of mind. And then Mutsuki slowly began to Fall in love for him (who wouldn’t ?!)

But due to circumstances, Kaneki has return and Haise is no more (I’m still crying over Haise T-T). Kaneki ask to be discharged of the quinx and start his own investigation about Takatsuki and Aogiri. He leaves the quinx, leaves Mutsuki. Which probably hurt him more than we can think.

And happen Torso’s kidnapping, and abuse. He had to act like a girl, to be forcefully nice and gentle to him. Which led Mutsuki to remember his past, to remember everything that he loathed, to remember this twisted relation with men. And so Mutsuki’s bad behavior comes back. I kind of see that the loss of Haise hurt him so hard that he couldn’t help but to hurt others. Passing the pain can help.

And now, after all this time, after all of those repressed feelings and emotions, Haise reappeared in front of Mutsuki. Can you imagine the fucking stab in the chest ?!! Seeing your dear loved one in front of you after he completly vanished ? Mutsuki’s brain probably stop fonctionning correctly right there. And the heart and feelings overcome the mind.

Being able to touch and be with the one he carved attention from led Mutsuki to act the way he did. He referred to himself as a « female » and during all his life as a female he was manhandled and abuse. Remember his father’s « show me how much I’m the best dad ? », welp, it came back. And since Mutsuki always been told that a woman and a male have no choice but to love each other.

Here’s Torso’s reaction when Mutsuki rejected his compliments

Mutsuki probably feels the need to show his love to Haise that way. But All he knew was litteraly violence which explain the stab in the throat and « sexual affection » (I really dislike this term but it’s the truth). This all he can do now because he doesn’t know how to deal with his feeling any other way, because he’s hurt really deep inside him. The trauma from his past is still present. Please consider this.

               This is just my thought, you have the right to not be in accord with me, and to discuss over it ! I’d just like to show that Mutsuki is not a horrible kid who’s hurting people for pleasure. There is a real trauma behind it and a reason. I’m not saying his right, I’m saying that he can’t know how to do right if all he’s experienced is wrong. Mutsuki needs someone to guide him and to be there for him. I’m thinking about Urie right now, sadly Urie’s love will never get return (at least I don’t think so).

Thank you for reading so far, I hope that I wasn’t to boring aha ! I’m still new to this so I might be unclear sometimes sorry.

Pre-order prints!

Okay, I know I’ve promised to take orders and tell about prints some time ago. It’s just that having exams, being in senior year and such is quite tiring ;A; more tiring than expected; I even had a mental breakdown orz

I’m trying really hard to find some time to draw for fun again and I’m not sure when I’ll be selling prints, butttt you can at least pre-order now!

It will cost nothing, but I do it because I get to see how many people are interested and which one is populair for example. Just send me a message which anime eyes piece you’d like to pre-order! (Specific details will be announced later~)

Also done:

  • Akatsuki no Yona
  • Yuri on ice!!!

Planning to do/ working on:

  • Tokyo Ghoul
  • Mystic Messenger
  • Noragami
  • Black Butler
  • Kiss him not me!
  • Assassination classroom
  • Death Note
  • Akagami no Shirayuki
Seen- Chapter 4

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 

A/N: this was supposed to be 5 chapters but I think it’s actually going to be 6 or 7!

    “So,” you said as you and Kiseok sat down in the restaurant. “Are you going to tell me?”

    He smiled. “Let’s just order our food and then I will.”

    You shook your head. “I think you’re going to put this off until you leave LA, aren’t you?”

    “No, I promise I won’t!” he said. “As soon as we order I’ll say.”

    “Okay,” you said skeptically, reaching for your menu. You chose what you wanted quickly, and as soon as the waitress came and you ordered lasagna and Kiseok tortellini (though he had quite a hard time pronouncing the word), you turned to him with an expectant look on your face.

    “Okay, okay, chill!” he said and you sat back slighlty. “So, I told you I’m a rapper and stuff.”

    “Yeah,” you said.

    “Well, I’m actually a successful one,” he said, his fingers flipping his fork over repeatedly.

    “Okay…?” you said, your brow furrowed. How successful did he mean, exactly?

    “Like a celebrity,” he clarified.

    Your eyes widened. “For real?”

    He chuckled. “Yeah. Look me up. Simon Dominic.”


    “My stage name, yeah,” he said.

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“After She Ran” Part 3 of Series

Words: 1,829

Warnings: Swearing, death, angst

Links to Part One and Part Two

Summary: The story of how everyone felt after your death.

A/N: I know it seems like I posted this story in a really odd way. But personally, I feel like it reads better this way. If I had posted it in chronological order I don’t think the story would have been as good, or as exciting. BUT, S/O to the anon who requested this! :)

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Rick had a hard time doing it.

They had been walking in the woods, him, Daryl, and Glenn, when they saw her. She was still wearing the same clothes as she had been the day of her birthday, but it wasn’t her anymore. She was dead, she was a walker. Daryl started crying immediately, and he couldn’t do it. He was so choked up on his tears, hyperventilating, that he couldn’t even look at her. He couldn’t bring himself to kill his daughter. Sure, it wasn’t her anymore, but that didn’t stop Daryl from feeling any differently.

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Glenn couldn’t do it, either. He just kept uttering “oh my god” over and over again, unable to look at Y/N in the face. He didn’t talk to her often when she was alive, mostly just about patrol or small talk if they were having a conversation, but it still hurt him to see her like this. They had already lost so many people, and they had finally thought that things would be good now that they were in Alexandria.

Glenn looked at Rick, who was just standing there. He was staring at her right in the face, but not moving to grab his weapons. He was transfixed, unable to move, unable to believe what he was seeing. Rick didn’t like Y/N, and that was no secret to anyone. He thought she was irresponsible and a troublemaker. But this? He never wanted this. He wouldn’t ever wish this on anybody. Y/N was just a kid, she didn’t deserve this, no matter how much trouble she caused.

“Get Daryl outta here.” Rick had said to Glenn. Glenn tried to pull Daryl away, who was screaming and trying to get out of his grasp, and the weakness of Daryl’s body at that moment was enough for Glenn to get him away.

Daryl could barely walk, blinded from his tears and his ears filled with screams he didn’t recognize were his own. But, Glenn handled it. Glenn knew that Daryl’s pain was more than his would ever be for her, and he needed to pull it together. He needed to be there for Daryl.

“She was pregnant,” Daryl managed to get out once they were almost back to the gates of Alexandria. Glenn didn’t know how to react, except for just hugging the man. He could feel his own tears building up, but he pushed them away, reminding himself that he needed to be strong.

Rick didn’t want to shoot her. His hand was shaking as he pulled out his gun, mind racing. All he could think about was Daryl and Carl. He knew that the worst reaction this would get was from Daryl, since she was his daughter, but he could handle seeing him like that. But Carl? Rick didn’t want to have to see Carl’s reaction. He knew that he had lost so many people already, that Rick didn’t think that he himself could handle Carl losing another one. Especially someone that he was in love with, no matter how much Rick had tried to keep them apart. Carl was in love with her.

He shut his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

Rick was walking through the gate when Michonne came up to him, wondering what was wrong. She had seen Daryl and Glenn come through earlier, Daryl acting like a maniac, but nobody told her anything.

“What’s going on?” She questioned Rick.

“Y/N didn’t make it.” Is all that Rick managed to get out. Michonne just nodded, but was quite upset on the inside. Just like Rick, she hurt for Carl, knowing what this would do him.

The look on Carl’s face when Rick came home that day, with his blood stained shirt and a hurt look on his eyes, was the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

“Dad?” He had ran up to him, setting Judith down on the floor. “Is she… Was she… Why is there blood on your shirt?”

“She’s gone.” Rick said.

Carl could feel his heart physically breaking. He dropped to the floor, tears falling down his face as he mourned the loss of Y/N. The loss of his child. Carl had felt heartbreak before, with his mother and Sophia, but this? This seemed ten times worse than any pain he had felt in his life. He loved you so much, and that baby that you were carrying in your stomach.

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“I’m sorry, son. I’m so, so sorry.”

“You hated her! You don’t get to say sorry!” Carl yelled at his dad, making Judith start to cry.

“I didn’t hate her.” Rick said softly, feeling immense sadness at seeing his son’s loss.

“I could’ve done something, I could’ve kept her from running, if you didn’t set that stupid ass rule that we couldn’t see each other. Did you know she was pregnant? Huh?” Carl shot. Rick’s face fell, and he took a seat on a chair to keep from passing out. “Yeah, you didn’t. Well, she was. I was going to be a dad. You were gonna be a grandpa. Fucking congrats.”

Rick wanted to cry, knowing that Carl had not only lost one person, but two. His face seemed frozen in shock, unable to find anything to say back.

“This is all your fault, you know. It’s your fault that she’s dead! Yours and Daryl’s!” He yelled, getting up and stomping out to the door. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he didn’t care. At the moment, he didn’t care about anything. “I’m going on a walk. I’ll see you later.”

Carl ran outside, kicking the grass, yelling. He paced up and down the street, spotting Glenn and Maggie talking in front of Daryl’s house.

Maggie looked at Carl, sadness growing in her heart for him. She knew of Y/N’s relationship with Carl, and knew that it was pretty serious. When Glenn had come to find her when he got back with tears in his eyes, she knew immediately what happened. Glenn didn’t even need to tell her.

Like Glenn, she and Y/N didn’t talk often, but she considered her to be like her little sister. Y/N had grown up around her ever since the farm, and was Beth’s best friend.

Maggie didn’t think that learning of her death would affect her, but it did. Especially when Glenn mentioned to her that she was pregnant.

“Did anyone know?” Maggie asked, not quite crying but tears forming in her eyes.

Glenn shook his head. “Not anyone besides Carl and Daryl, no. I don’t even think Rick knew.”

“Rick was so unnecessarily mean to her, I don’t blame her or Carl for not telling him.” Maggie let a tear fall. Glenn brought her in for a hug, comforting his wife. “She was just a kid, Glenn.”

Originally posted by baskervielle

“I know, Maggie. I know.” He rested his chin on her head.

“What’s going on?” Carol walked up to them. She had noticed some of the group, particularly Daryl, being quite upset and he refused to talk to her. Carol had an idea of what happened, but refused to believe it until someone confirmed it.

“Y/N, she um…” Glenn started. “She was a walker when we found her.”

“Oh my god,” Carol gasped, flashbacks of Sophia running through her brain. “Is Daryl ok?”

“He’s taking it pretty bad.”

“Oh god…” Carol put her hand to her forehead.

“Rick put her down. Made me take Daryl back. He’s in his house right now, wanted to be left alone. He might be open to seeing you, though.”

Carol nodded, and went inside the house. She could hear glass breaking upstairs and what sounded like his fist hitting the wall repeatedly.

Carol ran upstairs, seeing Daryl in the doorway of Y/N’s room, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. There was broken glass inside of Daryl’s room, and a hole though the wall in the hallway, presumably where he had punched it.

“Daryl…” She went up to him.

“I threw her necklace out the window. Guess she won’t need it anymore, huh?” He was drunk. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” She said softly, walking closer to him.

“She’s dead, Carol. She’s dead.” He started crying again, and Carol wrapped her arms around him. He cried onto her shoulder.

“I’m here for you, Daryl. I’m here.”

Originally posted by mynealone


It had been a few weeks since Y/N’s death. Most of the group were moving on, but Carl and Daryl were still having a hard time processing it. Daryl had been pretending to be ok on the outside, but on the inside, he was destroyed. He cried himself to sleep every night.

Carl wouldn’t talk to anyone. Not even Rick. He stayed quiet, hurting. Rick was worried about him, but tried to give him his space as well.

“We need to do something. He’s not taking this well at all.” Carol had gone up to Rick one day as he was patrolling.

“Just let him grieve. It’s normal.”

“I think we should do something for him, to show him we’re all here for him. Him and Carl.”

“What do you propose we do?”


Daryl got back to his house later than usual that night. He’d been out killing walkers all day; his favorite past time lately. It was a way to get his anger out.

He was exhausted as he walked onto his front porch, setting his crossbow on by the door before he walked in.

“What the hell?” He mumbled as he walked in and everyone was sitting in his living area.

“We have food! And dessert.” Maggie was the first one to say something.

“What’re you guys doin’ here?” He huffed, taking off his shoes.

“Daryl,” Rick started. “We just wanted to all let you know that we are here with you. We’re here. You’re not doing this alone. We’ll all miss her.”

“You didn’t have to do this.” Daryl said quietly.

The night was good- everyone tried to forget the recent events and just tried to be happy. Daryl managed to crack a smile at one point in the night. Carl did, too.

“You’re my brother.” Rick had come up to Daryl at some point again during the night, this time away from the crowd. “You’re my family. Everyone here, this whole group- we’re family. And we love you.”

And in that moment, Daryl knew that he would overcome this, that he would be ok eventually.

Originally posted by rickslilasskicker

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