carl grimes meme: 3 relationships [3/3] » lori grimes you’re gonna be fine. you are going to beat this world, i know you will. you are smart, and you are strong, and you are so brave, and i love you. you gotta do what’s right, baby. you promise me you will always do what’s right. it’s so easy to do the wrong thing in this world.
Dad was quite overprotective of us all, even before the outbreak. Once we realized there was a sickness going around infecting our loved ones, dad was even more strict about us leaving the house alone. I didn’t think it was a sickness though. Our family wasn’t the same after they got infected, but no one would listen to me. A disadvantage of being the middle child. On the other side, because I was the middle child and all the attention was on Maggie or Beth, I managed to leave the house a little more than they did. No one wanted to tell me that my dad didn’t love me as much as he loved my sisters, but I already knew. I wasn’t as smart as Maggie or as charming as Beth. I wasn’t enough.
It was easier to leave when Rick’s group showed up and stayed on my dad’s farm. They were a distraction for him, something else for him to worry about and stress over. I hated being held up in that house and not being able to do anything or go anywhere. Of course, I wasn’t dumb enough to go on my own. Usually I would convince Daryl to accompany me. Daryl was a skilled tracker and he was always able to tell when a walker was around.
“Next time you wake me up at the ass crack of dawn, I’m gonna have Maggie lock you out of the house.” Daryl muttered as we walked quietly into the woods.
“How is that any form of punishment?” I asked curiously, looking around at the damp, dark forest surrounding us.
“You’ll sleep on the floor and realize how damn hard it is to find a comfortable spot to sleep on.” he explained. I chuckled and suddenly heard a shuffle behind me, but when I turned there was nothing there.
“There aren’t any walkers around, are there?” I asked Daryl hopefully. Daryl shook his head.
“Not that I can see. You scared?” he smirked over his shoulder at me and I rolled my eyes at him. Then he quickly pushed me to the side but not before I felt a painful sting in my leg. I fell on my ass and cried out in pain as the legless walker chomped down on my calf, dragging itself to grab a hold of my leg. Daryl shot an arrow into its head and then pulled it away from me. “Shit.”
“Shit!” I cried. My body was shaking and I couldn’t stop crying. “I need to get to my father.” I choked out to Daryl. There was panic and fear in his eyes, but he nodded and picked me up quickly, trying to be as careful as he could without wasting time.
Daryl ran back to the farm calling out for help and my dad came out, turning pale as a ghost followed by Maggie. My vision was fading now and I had a hard time seeing and listening clearly. The last thing I remembered was my father yelling about incompetence and irresponsibility while Maggie cried. Even on the verge of dying, I was a disappointment and burden to my father.
When I came too, I didn’t know how long I had been out of it and I didn’t exactly remember what had happened. Maggie was sitting on the chair across from the bed with a gun in her lap while she hid her face in her hands. I choked out her name weakly and she immediately stood up and aimed the gun at me.
“Maggie,” I mumbled, reaching for her. Maggie’s eye widened and she set the gun on the nightstand. Her hands caressed my face, feeling for any drastic change in temperature. “Maggie, I’m thirsty.”
Maggie grabbed a glass from the nightstand and sat me up carefully, tilting the glass so I could feel the cold liquid against my dry lips. I downed half the glass and sighed as she laid me back down. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked, her face was still pale, as if she were talking to a ghost.
“Yeah, I’m okay. My leg is a little numb.” I touched my right thigh and lifted the sheet to see my calf wrapped in gauze. The imprint of the walker’s teeth were slightly visible through the bandages. “What’s wrong?” I asked Maggie when I realized she had started crying.
“We thought you were going to turn like mama did.” she cried softly. “We thought we lost you, Y/N.”
Once everyone found out I was still alive, they came to see for themselves because they just couldn’t believe it. Especially Rick. He wouldn’t say why, but he just couldn’t seem to grasp that I hadn’t turned. Daryl came to see me too. He apologized for not keeping a better eye out.
“It’s okay, Daryl.” I reassured him for what felt like the tenth time. “I’m okay. You got me here just in time.”
Daryl shook his head, fidgeting with his fingers. “Your father yelled at me for being irresponsible. Said I wasn’t allowed to ever talk to you again.” My dad hadn’t been upset with me, he had been upset with Daryl. My chest filled with an odd happiness and I gave Daryl a small smile.
“He must’ve just meant that in the moment. You’re here now.” I said. Daryl chuckled and nodded.
“Everyone’s a little spooked about you not turning.” he told me. I raised an eyebrow. “They don’t think it’s normal.”
It wasn’t normal. There had never been a case in which someone didn’t turn after being bitten by a walker. This was probably the first time it ever happened, but we couldn’t be sure. “I don’t think it’s normal either, but I sure am glad I’m alive.”
“Me too, kid.”
There was a knock on the door and we looked to see my dad standing in the doorway. There was a look of guilt on his face. Daryl stood from the chair next to me and gave me a small nod as he headed out. My dad took the empty seat and we sat in silence before he started crying softly.
“I thought I was going to lose you, sweetheart.” he choked. His shoulders were shaking and I was shocked. I had never seen my dad cry like this. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you. I couldn’t have gone through that again.”
I rested my hand on his and he looked up at me. “I’m okay, daddy. Please don’t cry. I’m right here.”
“I know I’ve been hard on you in the past and perhaps I didn’t give you an equal amount of attention as your sisters, but it was only because you’ve always been so strong. I didn’t think you needed me as much as your sisters do. I thought you hated me for a long time.”
My eyes burned with hot tears. “Dad, I could never hate you. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. I promise, I won’t ever let you get hurt again. I’m going to take care of you, darling. I can’t lose you.” His arms wrapped tightly around me and I felt alright. I felt complete.
It was thundering out and I stared at the opening of the tent with apprehension. There was a strike of lightening and silhouetted against the tent was the form of a girl. Her hair unkempt and her hand reaching for the zipper of the tent. The fly moved down until Y/N jumped in and pounced on Carl. My voice was caught in my throat and I couldn’t move as I watched her tear into him with her rotted hands. She had turned.
I woke with a start drenched in cold sweat and panting heavily. I turned to look at Carl and found him sound asleep next to Lori. My heartbeat returned to normal as I left the tent with my gun in hand and I stared at the dark window of Y/N’s bedroom. What if she turned eventually?
A cold wind brushed over my arm and I opened my eyes to see Y/N standing over Carl, staring at him quietly until he began to stir and then she bit into him with an animal-like hunger. I jumped up and lunged towards her only for her to turn on me and attack me along with a turned Carl. I screamed and thrashed, calling Rick to help me, but when Rick came to my side he was also a walker. His teeth dug into my arm and I felt myself turning.
A firmer grip grabbed my arm and I sat up immediately, gasping and staring into Rick’s blue eyes, filled with light and life. My breath left me in a relieved sigh and I caressed his face gently. “I had a dream.”
“About Y/N?” he asked. My head tilted in confusion.
“How’d you know?”
“I had one about her too.”
Y/N was walking towards the woods with Lori and Carl following close behind. I followed them deeper and deeper into the dark forest, but I lost them quickly. The more I walked in the louder I heard them screaming. I started running, but I couldn’t seem to get any closer until I looked down and found Y/N ripping Lori’s limbs off as if they were toothpicks. Carl’s mangled corpse was laying a few feet away, and then he turned. His blank eyes met mine and then he attacked me.
“No!” I shot up in my tent and looked around, reaching for my gun and listening for any odd sound. I heard voices from Rick’s tent and made my way over, cautiously. “Rick, you okay?”
Rick came out of his tent followed by Lori. “We’re fine, are you okay?”
“Fine,” I lowered my gun and sighed, scratching the back of my neck. “Call me crazy, but I had a dream that Y/N had turned into one of those walkers.”
“We did too.” Lori said.
Rick nodded and looked at the farmhouse. “We can’t live like this. We can’t sleep with one eye open for the rest of our lives.”
“What should we do?” Lori asked.
Rick and I shared a look and I nodded slowly. “There’s only one thing we can do.”
Word had gotten around that people were having dreams, or nightmares, about me turning into a walker. They were scared. I was too. I went to sleep each night praying I wouldn’t end up turning somehow. But now that other people feared I would turn, that wasn’t so much my biggest concern.
“Are they going to try and kill me? Like they did mama and everyone else in the barn?” I asked my father who was cleaning up my breakfast tray. His eyes met mine.
“They’ll get to you over my dead body, I promise you that.” he kissed my forehead and left the room, locking the door behind him. Maybe it wasn’t just the people out there that were scared of me. Maybe my own family was scared too.
Y/N had been isolated in the house ever since Daryl brought her back. Her bedroom door locked and windows barred. We felt guilty, there was no denying it, but we needed to take all the precautions necessary to keep not only us safe, but her too. No amount of locks or bars could help keep our minds at ease.
Everyone seemed to be having a similar nightmare in which Y/N turns and kills someone. We wake in cold sweat and wonder ‘what if?’ I could feel the tension amidst the group. The question as to why Y/N hadn’t turn was in the back of everyone’s mind, keeping us up at night because we were scared this was a false alarm. Everyone else had turned, so why hadn’t she? I understood people were scared, but I’d be damned if I let any of them hurt her.
Rick had shared the group’s concerns with my father. I heard them talking on the porch. Lori, Shane, Daryl and Glenn were with him. “I’m not letting you go in there, Rick.” my father said. “She’s my daughter.”
“We don’t want to hurt her, Hershel.” Rick reassured, shaking his head and propping his right foot on the bottom step of the porch. “We just want to see how she’s doing and make sure she hasn’t actually turned.”
My blood boiled and I went out and stood next to my father. “She hasn’t turned and you aren’t going up there.” There eyes fell on me and Glenn took a step back. I was angered that they weren’t glad Y/N was alive. Why did they want her dead?
Rick spoke up. “How else are we supposed to deal with this? I don’t believe she’s not immune to-”
“Why? Why can’t you accept that maybe she got lucky? Why don’t you want to accept that she’s alive?” I demanded.
“It’s not that we’re not glad she’s alive, but it is concerning.” Lori started. “We’re not sure if it’s real, we’re not sure if she’ll turn later when we let our guard down.”
“She won’t turn. Why is that so hard for you to believe?”
“Because we’re all infected! We all carry it. Whatever makes us turn when we die. We all carry it!” Rick exclaimed.
“What?” Daryl asked.
“Jenner told me at the CDC. We all carry this infection that brings us back as walkers when we die.” Rick explained. It was silent for a long minute, all eyes were on him now and my heart skipped a beat. If we were all infected, why hadn’t Y/N turned?
“Then maybe she’s immune. Maybe she was born without it. We’re not all the same, Rick! So leave my sister alone!” I turned and marched upstairs to Y/N’s room, slowing down the closer I got. I stopped in front of her door and sighed, resting my forehead against the cool wood.
Why hadn’t she turned?
Requested: Reader is Maggie’s little sister and is found to be immune after being bitten by a walker. The rest of the group has nightmares about Reader turning and attacking people in the group. I wasn’t sure how to end it, but cliffhangers are always fun. Regardless, I hope you like it! I really liked this one. Thanks for requesting! xx
A/N: So… I’m not giving up on #Brettonio anytime soon… I am taking a little break from some of the prompts (just for now, I’ll get back to them in a bit…) but I am going to write a couple different make up stories and maybe the writers of Chicago Fire will catch on and use some of our ideas to put them back together like they belong. Anyhow… enjoy and please let me know what you think!
WARNING: This is a tragedy leads to happiness type story… now, please don’t hate me… blame my muse. Also, language may not suit all readers. Thanks and Cheers! Nicole
Could you please do a o/s where Daryl x Reader are in the middle of a massive fight. Things are said that shouldn’t be. Reader thinks it’s the end for them so she takes off. Daryl comes to her the following day and tells her he’s not going to give up on them. Extra fluff! (can be set pre apocalypse or mid apocalypse
A/N: I’m making this a two part story as its way too long to be one. The other should be out tonight.
Song: Serpents(Basement) by Sharon Van Etton
I really suggest listening to the song while reading.
A ray of light slipped into yours and Daryl’s tent, awakening you from a somewhat peaceful sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you turned on your back to stretch out your limbs that had been confined in such a small space.
Daryl was no where to be found, but that didn’t surprise you one bit. Ever since Sophia went missing, he spent less and less time around you. You understood his intentions clearly and knew how bad he wanted, needed to find her so you never complained about that. You suspected something else was going on though, for not only are you continuously waking up alone, but also sleeping on your respective sides of the tent, a contrast to how you use to cuddle up to each other.
It upset you that he wasn’t engaging with you anymore. You always marked it up to stress until you noticed how he still interacts with the rest of the group, even Shane. To you, he says a few words and a quick “I love you” before he’s off again until dark.
You weren’t the only one that noticed the change. Lori asked you about it after you and your group finished eating outside.
You were quietly washing the dishes in the Greene’s house, making sure you did your part in staying there. Beside you, Lori was packaging food up to preserve it for the colder months. Your mind wandered to that night at dinner where Daryl was beside you but didn’t even glance at you let alone talk to you. Tears pricked at your eyes the whole time you ate so you avoided speaking in general in order to control that tightening feeling in your throat. He left as soon as he was done, put his plate in the bucket you would later take inside, and walked to the fields of wheat, not even sparing you a single look.
You’re gonna be fine. You are going to beat this world, I know you will. You are smart, and you are strong, and you are so brave, and I love you. You gotta do what’s right, baby. You promise me you will always do what’s right. It’s so easy to do the wrong thing in this world. So… so if it feels wrong don’t do it, alright? If it feels easy don’t do it, don’t let the world spoil you. You’re so good. My sweet boy. Best thing I ever did… I love you! I love you. My sweet, sweet boy, I love you!