This is an index of all my fanfiction on this forum. Some are multi-chapter stories, others are stand-alones; I’ve broken them down by fandom and muse so if you’re looking for something in particular, you can find it relatively easily.
ALSO: I put a lot into my stories; they’re like my babies. So if you read them, please let me know what you think! Thanks!
Finding Alexandria was one of the best things that happened to this group. We were all on the brink of starvation and dehydration, and this place opening up and accepting the group inside saved each and every one of us mentally and physically. All we had were each other, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing due to everyone getting into fights with one another. Not because we hated each other, but because of the lack of food, water, and shelter that was sitting heavy on everyone’s shoulders. Even Carl and I couldn’t stand each other for a while, and we’re normally messing around and causing trouble together, like best friends always do.
Speaking of Carl, he’s been acting extremely different lately. Suddenly he’s a bit standoffish in public, and quiet when we’re hanging out with the friends we’ve made here in Alexandria. I assume he just doesn’t trust easily, or he just doesn’t want to trust anyone here, so he keeps to himself. I’ve never asked him about it because I assume he’ll get over it and learn to trust these new people.
Dinner time finally rolled around as I jumped up from the couch with excitement. Carl, who was once close beside me on the couch a moment ago, just chuckled.
“Let’s fricken go already, I’m starving,” I say as I pull Carl up to his feet.
The two of us walk over to the dining center to grab dinner. We wait in line together, and eventually get the plates of food I’ve been impatiently waiting for. As the two of us go to head back to my house, I notice Ron heading back to his as well.
“Oh hey Ron!” I yell over to him, gaining his attention. “Why don’t you come over and eat with us?”
I hear Carl groan from beside me. I shoot him a glare, knowing his whole weird situation with trusting people.
Ron smiles and joins the two of us in the walk back to my house. We step inside, taking a seat on the floor to eat around the coffee table.
“Oh my fuck this chicken is good as hell,” I say as I dig into my meal.
Ron nods his head with a laugh, and I watch Carl stare daggers into Ron’s forehead. I get Carl’s attention by snapping for only him to hear, and send him a get-your-shit-together-and-be-nice glare.
Carl abruptly stands up and heads down the hallway, leaving his food untouched at the table.
“I’m sorry about him… he’s been in some sort of a mood lately and I really don’t know what’s gotten into him,” I inform Ron, who glances down the hallway confused and then back to me.
“It’s alright,” Ron tells me, continuing to eat like nothing happened. “So what’s your deal with him anyway? You two together?”
“Oh no, we’re just good friends,” I let him know, laughing off the slightly awkwardness that came with the question.
“I was sort of hoping that, because…” Ron begins, but he cuts himself off by leaning in to kiss me.
For a moment I’m shocked because I didn’t know Ron felt this way, but then I begin to kiss back. His lips are soft, feeling nice against mine. I haven’t been intimate with someone in so very long, it’s almost feeling like my first kiss, even though I’ve had my fair share of kisses before.
Ron’s hands glide slowly up my body, starting at my hips. As soon as I go to caress his face gently with my hands, I get the feeling like the two of you aren’t alone in the living room.
“Get the fuck out!” Carl suddenly shouts, his voice deep and scary, startling Ron off of me.
“Carl! What the fuck?” I yell at him as we stand up, confused on why he’s so furious.
“Just fucking leave Ron!” Carl shouts, getting closer to him as he points harshly toward the door. “You aren’t welcomed here anymore.”
“This isn’t even your house! You can’t make that decision!” Ron argues back, just as confused as I am.
“Does it look like I give a shit? Get. Out. Now!” Carl yells, making Ron flinch slightly.
Ron scoffs and makes his way around the couch and down the hallway towards the door.
“Ron, I’m so sorry! Please don't—” the door slams hard, cutting me off. I sigh and take a good look at Carl, who stares at the door. “Care to fucking explain?”
Carl’s hard glare stays put on the door Ron was just at moments ago. “Why was he kissing you?”
I’m pretty stunned at the jealously in Carl’s voice as the words escape past his lips. “Why does it matter?”
Carl’s rolls his eyes and looks to me. “I asked first.”
I scoff. “You’re a child, Carl,” I laugh at his ridiculous attitude, getting up and starting to leave.
Carl’s footsteps are suddenly close behind as he grabs my arm and yanks it, making me hit his body hard.
“Carl—” I start, but get cut off by his lips against mine.
My eyes are wide open as he kisses me, too shocked to move. I had absolutely no idea he felt this way. I never had a clue, he never dropped any hints, not even subtle ones that I usually pick up on. But, something feels so right about him. Something I haven’t felt before with any other guys. His hands grab my lower back, pulling me in closer to him. I slowly run my hands up to his long hair, softly gripping it.
I’ve honestly never thought of my best friend this way before, but I definitely won’t stop it from happening. His hands cheekily slide lower, taking my ass in his hands. I feel him smile into the kiss, and he smacks my ass hard with his right hand. I yelp, and his smirk grows bigger. I roll my eyes and knock him over the back of the couch, hearing him land on the cushions with a thud.
I climb over it and straddle him, my face hovering inches over his. “So this is what you’ve been pissy about…” I chuckle, watching Carl roll his eyes underneath me.
He parts his lips to speak, but I lean down to pepper kisses on his neck. He stretches back, giving me more access to his throat. This time I smirk, grinding my hips down into his groin. Carl groans, bucking his hips slightly at the sudden touch. I graze his bottom lip with my fingers and drag them down his body until they hit his belt buckle. I slide my hand inside his pants and palm him through his boxers, earning myself more whimpers from deep inside his throat.
“Mm babe you like that huh?” I chuckle at the power I never realized I had over him.
“You know what I’d like even more?” Suddenly Rick’s voice scares the shit out of the two of us, making me jump and tumble onto the floor. “For you both to keep it down… and also to learn how to close your curtains.”
I whip my head to my front window, finding everyone rooting us on from across the street at the dining hall.
Rick was serious but had a smirk on his face as he left, chuckling to himself as he rejoined the rest of the group across the street. I stood up from kneeling and walked up to the window, flipping the cheering onlookers off before I close the curtains with a sigh. I turned back to look at Carl, who was fully laid back on the couch now, hands covering his face.
“Of course that had to fucking happen,” Carl groans, embarrassed. “We will never, ever hear the end of this.”
I chuckle lightly, quite embarrassed myself but more amused. “Well at least they got their money’s worth on the show we gave ‘em.”
Carl peeks at me through his fingers. “Oh God, don’t remind me.”
“But hey,” I whisper, taking a seat on his lap as he sits up. “Only you get to watch the private show.”
Request: I love your page sooooooooo much 😍😍😍 I was wondering if you could do a oneshot with Daryl and the reader to the song Satellite by nickleback ?
TITLE: I’ll Be Your Satellite
WRITTEN BY: more-walking-dead-than-you
// I know it’s late but something’s on my mind
It couldn’t wait, there’s never any time
‘Cause life slips by without a warning
And I’m tired of ignoring all the space that’s between you and I… //
The alarm clock on my nightstand struck 1:30 AM, earning a groan from the back of my throat as I try to force my eyes shut and fall asleep. I haven’t been getting any sleep these past few days, there’s too much going on inside my head so it won’t give me a moment to rest. And the main shithead setting fires inside my mind is the man who rides the motorcycle with a crossbow strapped to his back.
From the moment I met Daryl, I knew he was going to give me headaches. Good headaches, don’t get me wrong, but definitely some bad ones. I’ve always felt a connection between the two of us, but I can never get a good enough read on him to tell if he feels the same. He’s incredibly independent and keeps his emotions himself at all times. I try to crack him, because I know those emotions are in there somewhere trying to get out, but I can never get passed his hard exterior.
I’m extremely tired of never having time to actually sit down and talk to him anymore. He’s always volunteering to go on runs, guarding the main gate, or out hunting for food for the rest of us here in Alexandria. When he first got here, I really got to know him when he didn’t have any work assignments. I regret taking some of that time for granted, thinking I’d get more days to spend talking to him. I sure as hell don’t want to lose him now.
I need to see him. I throw my covers off and sit up in my bed, swinging my legs over the side to ready myself to stand up. I stretch out my back and stand myself up. I take a look at myself in the mirror, figuring I’ll be okay wearing shorts and a t-shirt outside on this hot summer night.
His house is only right across the street from mine. I know he’s home, I was woken up by him creaking open the gates to get back in after his hunting trip. I can’t guarantee if he’ll be awake, though, but it’s worth a shot. I want these sleepless nights to come to an end, and to do that, I need some closure.
// Let’s lock the door behind us
They won’t find us
Make the whole world wait… //
I don’t even knock when I approach his front door. I let myself in quietly, locking the door behind me for him because he always forgets.
I glide through his house with light footsteps, trying to find him. I’ve cleared the living room and the kitchen so far, skipping some rooms on the way because I’m sure I know where he’s at.
I make my way up the stairs and find myself approaching the second door on the right: his bedroom. The door’s wide open, and as I start to enter, I halt. Daryl’s standing at his dresser, facing away from me, stripping off his dirty gray t-shirt. I stop myself from interrupting, and instead watch in awe from his doorway.
His back muscles twitch with ease as he finally slides his shirt off all the way, tossing it in a pile of other clothes he must not have had the time to take care of either. I feel like the stalker of the month right now, but damn, it feels so good.
He goes for his belt, unbuckling it from one of its notches. Okay, I better interrupt now rather than have him accidentally notice me being a full-on creep.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt but—” I start to say.
Daryl flinches hardcore at the sound of my voice, his hands forgetting about their work on his belt. He whips around to face me, his back bumping the wooden dresser.
“What the fuck, Y/N?” Daryl yells, breathing heavily.
I laugh a little, not normally seeing Daryl this flustered. “Damn Daryl, starting to get a little chicken lately?”
Daryl rolls his eyes, buckling his jeans back up (unfortunately.) “I’m not really used to havin’ guests over. And rarely are they sneakin’ up on me while I’m taking my clothes off.”
“Yeah, I guess that was just a little bonus for me,” I smirk, looking up at him as I enter and sit on the chair in the corner.
“Knew you liked it,” Daryl smirks back, sliding another shirt back on, earning a chuckle from me.
I knew a talk with Daryl would get me back to my normal self. All I needed was this moment.
“You know what else I like?” I throw out, nearly regretting it as the words come pouring out of my mouth.
I bite my lip, looking up at him. “You.”
// While we dance around this bedroom
Like we’ve only got tonight
Not about to let you go
Until the morning light… //
Daryl looks at me for what seems like an eternity. “C'mere.”
I flutter my gaze up to him quickly before sliding up out of my chair. I walk into his open arms like they’re my long lost home. He embraces me tightly into a hug, and my arms weakly wrap around his waist as I bury my head into his warm chest.
I start to rock side to side, not wanting to break our embrace. He moves along with me, starting a dance to the quiet sound of our heartbeats. Speaking an unspoken bond between us that I’ve been dying to hear.
// You can be my whole world
If I can be your satellite
Let’s dance around this bedroom
Like tonight’s our only night… //
He kisses my temple quickly, almost as if it was too quick to even have happened at all, but I know it was real. He will never show anyone this side of him, and up until now, I didn’t think I would see it either. But here we are, slow dancing in this embrace to the silent sound of our heartbeats. His hands slowly slide down to the small of my back, and mine slide upward to rest on his shoulders. Damn, no one would believe me if I told them this happened. Not even Maggie. But I think I’ll keep this to myself, at least for a little while, to savor the beauty and rarity of the moment between only us. This is where I’ve felt the most at home since what feels like forever. Now, I know my sleepless nights won’t be a problem anymore, as long as I’m with Daryl.
// Dance around this room
I’ll be your satellite
Dance around this room
I’ll be your satellite. //