imagination dead imagine


You’re still grieving over the loss of two beloved friends. But what shocks you more is the person who did it.


When you first heard the name you thought it’d be someone else, because after the hostel where you were hiding and which got overrun you were sure he’s dead. But then Rick told you about the baseball bat and that it has some ridiculous name.


You don’t want to know how he’ll react when he finds out you’re here. Or how your friends will react when they find out that Negan was your best friend.
… and that you loved him.
At least you’re still having a few days time before he’ll come to Alexandria.
That’s at least what you thought as you notice the shadow on the gates.
“Little pig, little pig. Let me in.”
There isn’t enough time to hide as Spencer opens the gate and you stare directly in Negan’s face.
“That’s not fuckin’ possible…”

No Words Needed

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request I got almost a year ago and I feel bad for it. I can’t even say how sorry I am about this.

A while after Beth had been kidnapped Daryl and you start to lose hope that you’ll find her again. Overwhelmed by despair you spend a night together. Almost a month later you start feeling weird.

word count: 1575

approximated reading time: 8 minutes

“Ya okay!?” I nearly bumped into Daryl as he suddenly stopped and turned around. We had been out on the street for about a month now looking for the rest of the group. After Beth had been kidnapped… we had tried to find her but lost track along the way.
“Sure”, I mumbled not looking up because I knew he would have looked right through my lie. I had been feeling weak and dizzy all day and my stomach hurt but we couldn’t stop walking. Maybe we could have if we had stumbled upon a cottage or something. Much like the one Daryl had told me about. The one where he had went with Beth right after we had gotten separated. He was there with her… a sharp pain in my chest brought me back to my senses. I didn’t like thinking about them. Especially after I had spent the night with Daryl about a month ago, shortly after Beth had been abducted. I didn’t know if there was anything between them and I didn’t have the guts to ask. “We should keep walking.”
“Ya look pale… we should rest.” Ignoring what I had just said Daryl put his crossbow down and forced my backpack off my shoulders. I uttered a few words of disagreement but finally obeyed. There was nothing else I could do. The cramps had gotten worse and it probably was the best to rest for a while. Maybe a few minutes would help.
“I just need a few minutes”, I said lying down. The world around me started to spin and as I put my arm above my eyes to stop the spinning I felt something under my knees. Daryl had grabbed his backpack and shoved it under me to ease my dizziness. His hand brushed against my knee as he tried to help me get as comfortable as possible and his sudden touch brought back the memories, illuminating the darkness in front of my eyes.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader - Perfect (Request)

Pre-Apocalypse AU

Fic based on “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran

Teen Daryl x teen Reader (18 years old)

@kingdixonreedus : please please please make a DarylxReader with the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran



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Away, pt. 2 [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Omg omg omg I loved “Away” so much!! Can you do a part two?? Where Daryl comes home early bc the thing with Aaron didn’t work out and so Rick and the reader are in the middle of having sex, Daryl hears and freaks out and leaves (he doesn’t know it was Rick) but once he finds out it’s just super awkward between the three, idk you can figure out an ending but omg I just need more of this story


Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

Words: 2,923

Warnings: Smut, swearing, violence, angst, teensy bit o fluff


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It feels like a miracle as Benjamin pulls you in a deep hug, both of you crying.

You weren’t in town when the dead’s started to eat the living and when you fought your way back, together with your older brother, Benjamin and his father was already gone.

“Is Henry here? Your father?”
“Henry is, but my parents… what about your brother?” Benjamin asks and you shake your head, don’t want to talk about it right now. “Come, I’ll introduce you to Ezekiel.”

Your eyes widen as you look at the tiger and instinctively you press yourself closer to Benjamin who explains who you are.
“What a pleasant surprise. I remember that you told me about her.” Ezekiel stands up and comes down to you, taking your hand. “Welcome to the kingdom, (Y/N).”
“Thanks, King Ezekiel.” You don’t know if you should bow down and curtsy to him what makes him chuckle, even Benjamin laughs quietly.
“Ezekiel is enough for friends.”

“That was embarrassing.” You sigh as Benjamin shows you his room, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth as you look at the photo on his night table. “Oh wow.”
It shows you together at a sea where you spent a weekend together.
“I never stopped thinking about you… loving you.” He confesses quietly and you turn around, kissing him softly.
“Me neither.”

Get on your knees!

Note: I cant find the request for this one but it was along the lines of the reader teasing Rick and hes older than her and it ends in smut!! Enjoy!

Warning: SMUT!!

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

You silently stirred the bubbling soup in the pot. You were in a daze, your mind focusing on all the bad things Rick would do to you tonight. You almost felt bad for thinking about it, he’s old enough to be your dad but who cares? You smiled to yourself as you imagined his warm hands trailing up your body, drinking you in with his eyes.


You jumped at the sudden noise and you turned your head to see Carol, you felt your cheeks go red as you thought she could read your mind.

“I said you can go, I’ll take it from here” she smiled at you, taking the wooden spoon from your hand. You thanked her and headed outside just in time to see Rick coming back from a run with Glenn and Abraham. You internally grinned as you straightened out your skirt and made sure to pull your top down just enough to reveal your cleavage. You knew that Rick loved you in a short skirt so you made sure to wear it today. You approached Rick as Abraham and Glenn went off in their separate ways. He looked you up and down as you walked towards him and you saw him hungrily licking his lips.

“Hey Rick” you smiled at him, seductively tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He looked behind you to make sure that no one was around to see him getting aroused by your sexy outfit. He placed his hands on his hips and tilted his head at you.

“You like teasing me?” his voice was gruff, he was trying hard to hold back the urge to throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to his house to have his way with you.

“Just thought you might like a little something to look at after a long day” you giggled.

“Tonight, be ready” he growled, he looked you up and down one last time before walking past you and heading to the armoury.

You heard a knock at your door when evening came. The sun was down and you waited in anticipation for Rick. You jumped up from the sofa and ran to the door. As soon as you opened it Rick pushed you back inside, slamming you up against the wall. His lips were on yours and he shut the door with his spare hand. His fingers immediately curled into your hair and he tugged at it, giving him access to the sensitive skin on your neck. You moaned as his teeth nipped at your skin, you wrapped your hands around his neck and dug your nails into his back.

“You think you’re just gonna get away with what you did today?” Rick asked, keeping his concentration on your neck.

You opened your mouth to reply but his hand reached under your skirt and he pressed his fingers against your panties, rubbing at your clit.

“Giving me a damn hard on like that? With your long legs and sexy ass” he was mumbling against you now, his fingers working wonders on you.

“Rick-” you gasped as he moved your panties to the side and plunged two fingers into you. He moved slowly at first, but as you started to beg him he moved faster. You grabbed onto his shirt and squeezed the material into your fists. He felt your walls clenching around him so he deviously removed his fingers and brought them to your mouth, making you taste yourself on his long digits.

“That’s right, good girl” he said as he watched your skilful mouth take his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around his fingertips, mimicking what you would do to his cock.

“Get on your knees!” he growled suddenly, he grabbed your hair and forced you down.

You hungrily unbuckled his belt and watched his jeans drop to the ground. You eyed his now large cock hidden beneath his boxers. Rick looked down at you as you pulled his hard member from its material cage. You looked up at him, holding eye contact as you took him in your mouth. He watched as he disappeared behind your plump lips, shocked at how you took him all in. He groaned and leaned his head back as you tightened your lips around him. He panted as you got faster, and soon enough rick was moving his hips forward into you, his hands holding your head still as he fucked your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat every time. You gagged in response but it only made Rick go wild. He panted and groaned as you gagged, telling you how good you were making him feel. When you felt Rick throbbing in your mouth you flicked your tongue against his tip, making his experience pleasurable. But he pulled out of your mouth and brought you back up.

“I don’t wanna cum just yet” he panted.

He grabbed your panties and ripped them down your legs, leaving you in only your short skirt and top. Rick didn’t bother to take his shirt off, this wasn’t anything romantic and you knew it. This was just fucking. He grabbed his cock and pushed it against your entrance and you felt his tip enter you. But he wasn’t done, you had teased him and now he was teasing you. He pulled his tip out, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He slid his cock up and down your slits, making you more wet and you squirmed against the wall, wanting more.

“Rick please” you moaned.

“Please what? Tell me what you want baby girl” he whispered in your ear, taking a nip at your neck.

You melted at his words and struggled to talk. “I want you” you said.

“You want me?”


lease. I want you to fuck me!” you finally shouted, having enough of being teased. You squeezed your eyes shut as Rick thrusted into you, grunting at the same time. You both moaned as you felt each other, Rick took a moment to get his breath back from before. Then he started to move, being ruthless with the force of his thrusts. Suddenly you felt his hands on the back of your thighs as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You grabbed onto his hair as your back slammed against the wall repeatedly as rick pounded into you. He placed his head in the crook of your neck and he proceeded to suck at your pulse, making you feel light headed as the mixture of two pleasures took over your body.

As Rick thrusted into you, you could feel him throbbing. His thrusts became sloppy as he was concentrating on the pleasure you were giving him. You felt the heat building up in your stomach as you came close to your release, and as Rick moaned your name you lost control. You let your body shake against him, your wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, bringing him closer and he kissed you, finally showing you how much he loved you.

Once your walls started clenching around him he spilled into you, holding himself against your body as he let everything out. He held his breath and you saw the veins in his arms and neck, it was a beautiful sight.

Once you had both come down from your highs, Rick pulled out of you and dropped you down on the floor, your body a little unbalanced after what just happened. You smiled up at Rick as he put his boxers and jeans back on. He saw you smiling at him, making him laugh.

“You’re precious” he whispered, placing a hand on your cheek as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “You coming to Hilltop tomorrow?”

“Sure” you smiled, kissing him back and watching as he walked to the door. He gave you a nod before disappearing outside and leaving you stunned at how amazing he was.

Wildest Dreams

A/N: If you don’t like Negan I totally understand. I on the other hand like him. if you don’t like Negan, don’t read it. I don’t want any messages in my inbox about Negan. Thanks.

Summary: Song Fic for Taylor Swifts Wildest Dreams. 

Warnings: Swearing, maybe NSFWish?  

Pairing: Negan X Reader

Originally posted by rikkisixx

He said, “Let’s get out of this town.” Drive out of the city, away from the crowds. I thought heaven can’t help me now. Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

Your eyes were locked onto the man standing in front of you, his smile broad. You nodded your head. “Fine. Let’s get out of here.” You said, offering your hand. He gladly slipped his into your hand and pulled you near his truck. “Oh, this is going to be fun!” He laughed.

He’s so tall and handsome as hell
He’s so bad but he does it so well
I can see the end as it begins
My one condition is…

Say you’ll remember me
Standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you’ll see me again
Even if it’s just in your
Wildest dreams
Wildest dream

You watched him, leaning against the hood of the truck, his eyes locked onto the sunset playing out in front of you. He smiled when he felt you staring at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You should take a photo, it’ll last a whole fuck longer.” You looked away from him, looking back at the sunset. “What nothing to fucking say, sweet cheeks?” You bit your lip, blood drawing to the surfaces.

He moved to stand in front of you. Easily towering over you. He leaned down, lips inching closer. “Should you kiss on the first date?” He shrugged. “It’s up to you…”

“On condition.”

“What’s that?” You looked him in the eyes, your smile gone. “Say you’ll remember me? Here and now.” He knitted his eyebrows together. “If anything were to happen, say you’ll remember me. Staring at the sunset….Even if it’s in your wildest dreams..”

He nodded his head. “I’ll remember you…”

I said, “No one has to know what we do.”
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound,
Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

“What about those assholes outside?” You shook your head. “No one has to know what we do.” He quickly attached his lips to yours, his hands sliding through your hair.

His clothes littered your bedroom floor. You couldn’t tell at this point was clothes were his and what were yours. “I think the white one in the corner is mine…” He mumbled. You smiled, his voice was all too familiar. No matter how low or loud he got, you could tell right away that it was him.

You threw your leg over his waist, straddling him. “We’ll have to found out later…Won’t we?”

“Oh, it’s getting good, sweet cheeks!” He gripped your hips and flipped you so you were underneath him.

He’s so tall and handsome as hell
He’s so bad but he does it so well
And when we’ve had our very last kiss
My last request is

Say you’ll remember me
Standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you’ll see me again
Even if it’s just in your
Wildest dreams
Wildest dreams

He stood above you, his height making you seem smaller than you were. He gripped your hips, a smile tugging on his lips. He was so handsome…You would never have thought you’d see him as handsome, but here you were…Maybe it was because of how bad he was and how well he did it...

You lead up and kissed his lips, your hands slid up his back, gripping his shoulders. “Remember the condition…” He nodded his eyes, resting his forehead against yours. “Never forgot it.”

You see me in hindsight
Tangled up with you all night
Burning it down
Someday when you leave me
I bet these memories
Follow you around

Say you’ll remember me
Standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you’ll see me again
Even if it’s just pretend

Say you’ll remember me
Standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you’ll see me again
Even if it’s just in your
Wildest dreams

His mind was filled with the moments you shared. Your legs tangled underneath the thin sheets. Your arms wrapped around each other’s bodies, lips attached in a heated kiss.

Your smile when he would kiss your forehead or nose before leaving in a rush. You stopping him, wanting to get a harsh, rough kiss.

Most importantly, you standing, leaning against his truck, eyes locked on the sunset above the city, your hands shoved into your jean pockets, your lips red, cheeks pink from the heated make out that happened moments ago.

“I’ll alway remember you. It was never pretended, never in my wildest dreams. It was always real.” He mumbled, placing the fresh flowers on your grave.

apples and daggers- for rax

Happy birthday to this lovely lady and friend @rax-writes ily bby 

Originally posted by dixonrocks88

The morning air was crisp. It was that passing time between the seasons where everything was alive with change that usually went unnoticed. Summer’s bright sun was painted over in gray clouds speckles through the sky above. The rustling of leaves was the sound heard from your spot in the higher branches of the tree you climbed. Hilltop’s hammering and chatter was lost to the distance between you and the camp.

You were supposed to head back to camp after your early scouting shift, but the day was so calm. Something took you over and insisted you situate yourself in the middle of two branching limbs of the tree. With the help of other branches you were able to prop a leg up comfortably. You allowed your eyes to close and your lungs to fill with fresh air. The other leg dangled from the branches and you hadn’t noticed. Until something grabbed it and pulled it hard enough to grab your full and quite frightened attention.

Your eyes flew open and your dagger was wrapped in your white-knuckled fist faster than you thought possible. Almost on your feet in the tree, awkwardly hunched over and heart racing, you aimed your dagger at whatever grabbed your leg. Instead of a Walker like you expected it was none other than Daryl, who you’d forgotten was heading out for his own shift.

“Hey, doll.” You dared called the look on his face a smirk.

“Hey, asshole.”

“Ain’t you supposed to be back by now?” His eyes narrowed against the sliver of sun that managed to peek through the clouds and the leaves around you. You puckered your lips in thought, then prompted to shake your head. You eased yourself back into the tree and heaved both legs up into the branches this time.

“It’s too nice out to go back just yet.” You shifted your back away from an uncomfortable dip in the bark. “Besides, they can wait a little longer.”

“Well, breakfast’s gonna be gone if you don’t go back now.”

You spy an apple peeking out of his jacket pocket. “That apple sure looks tempting.”

“I ain’t giving you my apple.” Daryl defended. You scooted over so that you sat on one side of the splitting branches.

“We can sha-aare!” You sang, patting the branch in front of you. Daryl said nothing for a while, but let out a grunt and heaved himself into the tree. You watched him climb, refusing to stare too long. He wouldn’t like it very much. Daryl sat across from you on the opposite limb, clutching a branch above him as he dug in his pockets to retrieve the apple. His knees bumped into yours and you could smell soap on his skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take a shower.”

“I hope you’ve never seen me shower.” He looked up to you with the same little smirk from before. “Creep.”

“You’re teasing me because you know I can’t shove you out of this tree.” You rolled your eyes, causing Daryl’s smirk to widen into a grin. He then patted his pockets and then frowned.

“You got a knife? I forgot–” His sentence halted when you handed him your dagger, “–mine… Thanks.”

Daryl worked at it until the apple split in half. You thanked him with a smile and you ate in silence. Daryl would glance at you sometimes, but otherwise his eyes were trained on the woods. Always watching the surroundings, always careful.

You threw your finished half-apple core to the ground and licked your lips. Daryl had stopped eating a while ago and resorted to fiddling with your dagger. You tilted your head to the side curiously.

“Admiring yourself?” You teased. Daryl made a sharp exhale that could have sufficed as his laugh. He took one last bite of his half of the apple and chucked it to the ground. A drop of juice was slowly making its way down his chin.

“Shut up.” He flipped it over in his hand and handed it back to you with his fingers pinching the end of the blade. You grabbed the hilt and went to put it away, but Daryl kept his hold on it. You met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. He pulled it towards him a ways. “Hey, doll?”

“Hmm?” It was all you could manage. You had a feeling itching at your insides, a feeling that you knew where this was heading. Or he could just be telling you that you had something in your teeth, or that he was going to advise you to sharpen your blade. You swore you would do it soon. Or–

Or he was going to kiss you.

Daryl was so close to your face that you could barely stand it. You kicked yourself, screaming at your own brain to make you move forwards and place your lips on his.

Daryl beat you to it. You didn’t react at first, but you slowly wrapped your hands around his neck, consciously trying to not pull you both out the tree at the same time. Daryl held you by your thighs, fingers hot even through your jeans. A lifetime passed before you broke apart.

Daryl grabbed one of your wrists and brought your hand in front of him. “I uh…I waited a long time to do that.”

You giggled softly and pecked his lips again.

“How mad would you be if I said I had to go?” He asked. You smiled.

“Not that mad at all if you promised to kiss me more often.”

“That I can do.” He agreed. You waited until he was out of sight, watching his every step, to sit back against the tree once more and laugh aloud to yourself.


You couldn’t remember the last time an apple tasted so sweet.

hope your birthday was fabulous ily, my symbiotic nasty sister <3 <3

Angry [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Could you do a rough shower sex with Rick? Maybe you both have just come back from a hard run? Thanks, I love your writing so so so so so so so so so much like holy shit!!! YOU’RE SO GOOD.

Hope you like this anon! 

Words: 1,246

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, swearing

A/N: Short one here, but this is like ZERO plot. 

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(request: hello, can you please make an imagine where the reader is very close to the group, they all have been together since the start, but then reader’s sister or brother (doesn’t matter) dies, so she goes nuts & kill literally everything that moves & the group tries to help her, but then they kinda kick her out? (can you also add a slight of Daryl and the reader, please :))

Note: Enjoy!

Warning: angst, death, blood

Originally posted by sail-not-drift

You stood with your back against the wall. You turned your head around the corner of the mall and you saw only a handful of walkers. You nodded your head to your brother Sam. He raised his knife and ran around the corner, taking out the first walkers stealthily. You saw Daryl hiding behind the bushes, his crossbow raised and ready to shoot at anyone who tried to go for your brother. You scanned your surroundings, looking out for anything unusual. Your eyes returned to your brother as he was drenching himself in walker blood and guts, making himself invisible from the other walkers. He looked behind and gave Daryl a quick nod before going inside the mall.

You had finally found somewhere safe to live after months of being on the road. Alexandria was a safe community and they had lots of resources, except one thing: batteries to get the electricity generator working. Before all this your brother Sam was an engineer, he knew what to look for in the mall, you and Daryl where just look outs.

It had been around 10 minutes and Sam wasn’t out yet. He said it would only take a couple of minutes, you were starting to worry. You decided to wait a little longer for him but the plans changed when you heart a single gunshot echo through the store. Your feet instinctively started running forward, Daryl swearing under his breath as he came up behind you. Your eyes scanned all the different stores and your heart was pounding.

“Over here!” Daryl shouted as he spotted the hardware store. You followed him as he ran in, weapon raised. Your eyes searched the area and you stopped, raising your gun when you saw a man standing over your brother. The man looked up at you with tears in his eyes, he dropped his gun and lifted his hands in surrender.

“I- I’m sorry, I thought he was one of them!” he pleaded, his bottom lip quivering from fear.

You weren’t listening to anything he was saying. He continued to ramble on but your eyes drifted down to your brother on the floor, blood oozing from the bullet hole in his head. You felt your world come crashing down on you suddenly. Sam was the only blood you had left, and he lay dead in front of you.

“(Y/n)?” Daryl looked over to you, his bow still raised. He saw something click in you but he wasn’t able to stop you in time. You ran forward, pushing the man to the ground. You straddled him and started to punch his face in, shouting with every hit. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, blocking out the pain in your knuckles and the fact that you were beating a man close to death.

Daryl grabbed onto your arms, restricting you from punching the man’s face anymore. He dragged you off the man and tried to stand you up but your legs felt weak, there was no way they could hold you up. You collapsed back on Daryl’s chest, both of you sitting on the floor as the tears started to pour down your face. You stared at your brother’s dead body and cried out in pain, Daryl wrapped his arms around you, hugging you closer to him.

“Don’t look” he whispered, his voice low and filled with sorrow. He hated seeing you in pain, but this time it was different, you had never attacked a man like that out of pure rage. The only time you’d ever done that was to protect yourself, but this man was unarmed.

You squeezed your eyes shut but all you could see behind your lids was your brother. Memories of your past life flashed by in a second, and then it was gone. Darkness filled your sight and your mind went black.

“What happened?”

You slowly blinked your eyes open, your vision slightly blurry as you tried to make out the two men standing above you.

“I don’t know man. I think she just passed out from the trauma”

You jolted violently when you felt a hand on your head. Your hand grabbed whoever it was but your sight soon became clear and you saw it was Daryl. You slowly loosened your grip and you brought your hand back to you. You said nothing as you looked up to the ceiling, wondering what had happened.

You started to sit up from the mattress but Rick put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down. You lightly hit his hand away with yours, and looked at him in confusion.

“You need to rest, you’ve been through a lot” Rick said, his voice calm, as if not to frighten you.

“What are you talking about? Stop playing games Rick, I need to get on watch” you said, standing up but losing your balance a little.

Daryl quickly helped you stay still and you gave him a small smile before going outside, the two men following very close behind you. You turned around and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Would you get off my back?” you asked, wondering why they were watching over you.

“(Y/n)” Daryl started. “Do you know what happened yesterday?”

You sent him a questioning glance but answered the question anyway. “We went on a run, me you and Sam. We got the batteries and came back, that’s all” you said.

Daryl glanced at Rick who looked extremely concerned.

“(Y/n), Sam, he- he didn’t make it yesterday” Rick paused as he let the information all sink in. You were confused at first, your heart beating a little faster as you tried to wrap your head around his words.

“You beat a man to death, I mean look at your knuckles” Daryl piped up, lifting your bandaged hands for you to see. It was all coming back to you in a huge wave. Sam dying, the blood pouring from his head, the scared man and then your hands repeatedly connecting with his face over and over.

Everything was quiet, but when Daryl said your name you snapped. You swiftly took the knife from your holder and held it up to his neck. You stared in to his eyes, he didn’t look threatened but he looked sorry for you. He saw the broken look in your eye. People from Alexandria and your group had started to crowd around you. Daryl slowly raised his hand to yours, closing his fingers around the knife and slowly pushing it away from him. You let him, almost shocked with yourself for what you had done.

“No sudden movements” Rick said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. You were like dynamite, one wrong move and you’d explode. Rick had seen this happen to people before, which is why he knew what to do. Daryl knew as well, which is why he moved with extreme caution as he slowly tried to pry the knife from your hand. Your eyes were searching his, both of you holding eye contact, but you were the first to break away when you saw Spencer walking up behind the group.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked, walking closer.

“No!” Rick shouted as you grabbed the knife back from Daryl and lunged at spencer. You were convinced that he was going to attack you, just how your brother was. You wouldn’t let that happen again, not to you or anyone else. You had Spencer pinned to the floor, he was shouting for help and his voice was ringing in your ears, driving you to bring the blade down into his head. You continued to drive it down into him, grunting with every stab, his blood was splattering over your face.

Daryl had grabbed you back once again and you were struggling in his grip. You heard screams from the crowd but the others from your group stared at you in silence, wishing they could help you with your pain, but there was nothing they could do, you were dangerous. Rick pried the knife from your hands as Deanna came running to Spencer’s side. You saw her mourning her son and you couldn’t help but start crying as well. You were hurting, physically and mentally.

“Get her up” Rick said. Daryl helped you up but he kept your arms behind your back. You said nothing as you were being led to the front gates, the rest of the group following behind. You were standing outside now, Rick handed you a bag filled with supplies, and a gun with full ammo.

“I’m sorry, but you understand why we have to do this”

You looked up to Rick and the rest of the group who had tears in their eyes. Your eyes landed on Daryl and he looked distraught, his eyes wet from tears, but none of them falling down his face.

“I’ll see you all on the other side” you said, tears dropping from your eyes. You gave them one last smile before walking away. You didn’t know how you felt. Right now, you were numb, angry and broken. You weren’t happy or sad about leaving, you knew it was for the best but you would miss them. Maybe your paths would cross again, or maybe you’d pull the trigger and end your life.

The rasp, the passion, the guitar, his nose bopping the microphone, his neck vein, his ring, his eyebrow dance, his smile, his dimple, his lips on the microphone, my cause of death :)


#if anyone understands grief and loss  #it’s magnus bane #an immortal  #who has lost too many people #mortals and immortals alike #he’s been through this #losing his own mother in a shocking way #losing family and friends and lovers #he gives good advice


“dwight, you ignorant slut.”

michael scott gives me life tbh