packing tap

MAN Eren again

The shorter cadets like to use Eren as a jungle gym. Connie swings off his arms like a monkey and Christa wants a piggy back, Levi just wants to be carried. Eren, because he`s a sweetheart, almost always obliges. 

When it`s a particularly hot day in training, the male cadets are allowed to remove their shirts so they don`t overheat. Jean immediately starts bragging about his 6 pack, until Connie taps his shoulder and points to Eren`s 8 pack. The entire day leads to a jealous Jean, an impressed Mike (because damn), a confused Oluo because why the hell does that brat have more muscle than him and a very, very satisfied Levi.

When they first meet, Squad Levi was sure Eren was going to be a tough, mean kind of guy. They don`t know if they`re disappointed or relieved when he`s a big puppy who follows Levi around. It is funny to see him flinch and hide from the captain, knowing well and good he could probably throw him across the room.

When Eren tries to get extra kisses when he knows he`s not supposed to, he kind of guessed Levi would shove him off. But not with a water bottle saying “Bad, bad Eren. Go away, shoo!” He sulks in a corner for the rest of the day for that.

Eren is basically one with nature, Jean says it`s because he`s an animal. His favorites are wolves though, they come up to him in packs with wagging tails and wanting pats. His friends are terrified because he`s laying with wolves right now and they could eat his face, but Eren knows they won`t. He even kisses one to prove it, he`s almost positive Mikasa faints.

Eren can actually quite easily break the chains and shackles he is put in every night. Snapping them would be so simple, just a twist of his wrist really. But he`s trying to be polite so he doesn`t.

2

With Halloween right around the corner, I got some inspiration for this Imagine from the horror movie Wrong Turn 😆


°You get captured and Daryl is desperately looking for you

Winter was fast approaching. All the trees were bare, the leaves brown and black recycling back into the earth.

A sharp chill was in the air, the wind making it feel like it was cutting at our skin.

Taking an extra bandana that I had out of my pack, I tapped Daryl’s shoulder.

Looking down at my hand, he raised a brow. I put my bandana over my nose and mouth, making it easier to deal with the wind.

He nodded, doing the same.

We were on the look out for food, but so far, we hadn’t had much luck. Most of the wildlife had either been eaten by the Walkers or was hibernating.

Moans and shuffling feet sounded in the distance. We froze, trying to figure out where they were coming from.

Daryl pointed to the east, then started off in the other direction. The deeper into the forest we got, the more creepy things became.

“Daryl?” I whispered.

“What?”

Even our hushed tones sounded as if we were screaming.

I looked around, “I think we should head back.”

He nodded, looking around as well, “I feel it too.”

Just as I turned, an arrow pierced the tree trunk, missing me by mere inches.

Daryl grabbed my hand, both of us taking off in a dead run.

We were nearly at our starting point, when my foot got stuck in a rope, jerking me by the ankle and pulling me high up into the tree.

“Daryl!” I screamed.

“Y/N!” He jumped, trying to reach my hand, but it didn’t do any good.

Laughter was heard in the distance, almost hyena like.

“Run!”

“I ain’t leavin’ you!” He said, frantically.

I sniffled, “You have no choice damnit, now run!”

An arrow sliced through my thigh making me scream out.

I tried to lift my torso up, but I just didn’t have the strength.

“I’m gonna find you. Ya hear me Y/N?!”

“Ye-yes! Now go!”

I watched as Daryl ran, the rope spinning me in a circle.

I dangled there, trying to calm myself as the people neared. The closer they got, the more I wanted to scream.

They were bloodied and severely disfigured. I’m guessing from incest.

I thought people like this only lived in horror movies.

I guess I was wrong.
°°°°°°
Daryl watched from a far, trying to stay quiet as his lips trembled.

The crack of Y/N’s body echoed across the forest as they cut the rope and watched her fall to the ground.

She laid there, unmoving. It worried Daryl to death, but he couldn’t risk giving away his position.

One grabbed the leg that didn’t have an arrow through it, dragging Y/N behind the man’s massive frame.

The laughed as they went back in the direction in which they came. One was even dancing.

Waiting until they were out of sight, Daryl ran back to where Abraham and Rick were at with the car.

Daryl broke through the tree line, gasping for breath.

“It’s colder than a witches tit out here Dixon! Are you-” Abraham’s rant came to a  hault when he relaized that Y/N wasn’t with Daryl.

“The hell happened Daryl?” Rick asked, as Daryl continued to pace.

“They… they got her.” He panted.

“Who’s got Y/N?” Rick grasped Daryl’s shoulder, trying to look him in the eyes.

Daryl nearly broke down, the vulnerability nearly over taking him.

“We heard laughin’, turned around and Y/N got strung up. Booby trapped… Arrow through her leg,” Daryl started to hyperventilate.

“Alright, alright. Just breath brother. We won’t find Y/N if you’re passed out.”

Daryl gulped down some air, blinking his eyes rapidly, “They dragged her body… we go back to the spot and hopefully they left a trail.”

Abraham was already loading down with guns and ammo.

“What’re we waiting for then? Let’s go get our little Spitfire back.” He said, cocking his gun.

Daryl and Rick doubled up with weapons as well.

Taking off in a dead run, they followed Daryl back to the spot where Y/N had been strung up.

Some blood droplets covers a few leaves, then smeared as she was dragged.

Daryl put his finger to his lips, reminding the men to be quiet as they tip toed and crisscrossed their way with the trail.

Thankfully the ones that took Y/N didn’t pick her up, leading them right to a dilapidated cabin.

Smoke swirled from the chimney, the smell of cooking flesh making the men cover their noses.

They knew that smell all too well, it taking them back to Terminus.

“This reminds me of a movie I once saw… weirdest shit ever.” Abraham said, his eyes twitching.

Daryl shook his head and pointed to an entrance where they could get in with out being seen.

“On the count, 1… 2… 3!”
°°°°°°
I ached, my joints stiff from the fall I had taken.

I had a decent goose egg on the back of my head; a result of being dragged I suppose.

Slowly, I moved my head from side to side, trying to work out the kinks. It was then I realized that my hands were tied to bed posts.

I jerked on them, but the pull only made me ache more.

I couldn’t move my right leg, part of the arrow still sticking out of it.

The front door opened, 2 of the men that brought me here, dragging another body in behind them.

My breathing sped up as I started to cry.

Watching them pick up what looked like a man, deceased, and slamming him on their table.

I watched in pure horror as they began to dismember him.

I screamed, the gag muffling it. They grinned at me, their bloody, rotten teeth making their smiles all the more sinister.

The one that danced, laughed, prancing his way over to me. He made kissy noises as he slipped a knife from his pocket.

I tried to shy away, but could only get so far away.

“No!” I screamed, my voice hoarse.

He laughed again, running the knife down my neck and to my chest.

The front door burst open, Daryl, Abraham and Rick opening fire on the three men.

The skinny one jumped on top of me after taking a bullet to the shoulder, but it didn’t seem to faze him.

The other two lay dead, blood and gore seeping from their wounds.

The one held the knife to my throat, snapping his teeth at the guys.

“Don’t you just fuckin’ die?” Abraham asked.

With out missing a beat, Daryl unloaded an arrow into his monsters skull.

“Go get Y/N. We got these two.” Rick said.

Simultaneously, shots rang out. Daryl looked over his shoulder to find that Rick and Abraham put bullets in their skulls.

Quickly Daryl got the scrawny corpse off of me, then cut my restraints.

I pulled the gag out, but didn’t have the energy to do much else.

Daryl scooped me up, wrapping me in a tight bear hug. He craddled the back of my head, helping me sit up.

“Did they…?” He trailed off, afraid to know the answer.

I buried my head deeper into his neck, holding onto his cut like it was a life line, “No,” I cried.

Daryl pulled back, framing my face with his hands. Leaning forward, he placed a series of small pecks on my dry lips, then hugged me again.

I broke down, glad that this was almost over.

“Alright love birds,” Abraham teased.

I flipped him off, making the men laugh.

“Daryl, brother, we need to get that arrow out, wrap her leg up and get the hell out of here.” Rick said, looking around the trashy living area.

Once I was semi-patched up, Daryl helped me stand, albeit wobbly.

“You alright, babe?” He asked.

Him calling me babe made my face heat up, “Um, yeah.”

“We aren’t that far from the car, so we can take turns carrying Y/N.” Rick said.

We all nodded, leaving the awful smelling place.

About a football field away, Rick looked to Abraham, “Light it up.”

Raising his rifle, he grinned, “My pleasure.”

With a loud, echoing shot, Abraham peirced the propane tank at the back of the house, making it explode.

Daryl looked down at me, tightening his arm around my waist, “Let’s get you home.”

I nodded, limping as we began to walk the trail of where I was dragged.

endlessly (four.)

“You said you’d never leave me.”

one. two. three

“Calum, this is Y/N. You don’t remember her?” His nurse calmly asked him stroking his forearm.

Shaking his head slowly holding his temple, “No…am I supposed to?”

She felt as if the room was closing in. It was almost as if she wasn’t really there. This was just some huge joke. She was going to wake up and Calum was going to be fine. It was just a big nightmare, and she was going to wake up next to Calum and roll over kissing his cheek. He would ask her if she was ready to go on their road trip and she’d groan about how she wasn’t even done packing. Calum would tap her ass telling her to pack now.

But that wouldn’t happen. This was real. This is what was happening now. This was her life. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even speak. If she tried to, she’d break down in tears and he didn’t need that. He didn’t need to be anymore confused.

“What do you remember, Calum?”

Calum looked up to his nurse, “What do you mean?”

“You have a case of post-traumatic amnesia, Calum. It’s a case of retrograde amnesia, so you can’t remember memories before your accident.”

Calum shook his head, “No that’s not true. My name is Calum Hood, my birthday is January 25, 1993. I’m twenty-two years old. I’m a professional football player, and my number is three. That’s my lucky number,” he grinned looking at both the nurses and Y/N. “I have a mom named Joy, a dad named David, and a sister named Mali-Koa. Last week, I ate Vegemite and played FIFA.”

That stung. She prepared the Vegemite for Calum, and she played him in FIFA. She even won and had bragging rights for the entire week. She taunted him, “The professional FIFA player can’t even win!” That was a memory she was in, and his memory casually cut her out of it.

Calum then pointedly replied, “My memory’s fine.”

She tapped Liana’s arm, “Can I go back to my room?”

Liana nodded and began to turn her wheelchair. She couldn’t take this anymore. She couldn’t watch the love of her life be fine without her.

Calum interrupted Liana, “Wait why’s she going? Who are you?”

With his neck brace on, he unsuccessfully stretched to see the face of Y/N again. Who was this gorgeous girl in his hospital room? Why’d she seem so disappointed when he said he didn’t remember her?

Calum helplessly added, “Wait,” he knew the girl was upset with him for whatever reason. He just felt bad he should remember.

Liana looked down at Y/N asking for her approval. She nodded, and Liana turned her around to face Calum again.

“Who are you really?”

Clearing a lump in her throat, she whispered, “It doesn’t matter,” she then motioned to Liana for her to let her leave. She was about to break down, and Calum couldn’t see that right now. Liana turned her around and rushed her back to her room.

Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn’t feel anything but pure sorrow. She hid her face in her hands until Liana helped her back into her bed.

Liana gave her a soft smile, “It’s okay to cry.”

Y/N started to break down. Her chest heaved as it tried to collect air, but her crying was blocking that. Liana started to rub circles on her back trying to get her to calm down.

“He doesn’t even know me,” she choked out.

After Calum was done eating, his nurse Anne started to clean up.

“Anne?”

She hummed putting away all of his dishes on a cart.

“Is it weird that I feel kind of sad? Like empty?” Calum wondered out loud. There was this sort of hole in his heart. He didn’t know what was supposed to fill it, but he was sad.

“What do you mean?”

“I think it has something to do with that girl.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. I feel like I’m supposed to know her, but I don’t. I don’t know.” He laid back in his head putting his hands behind his head. For some reason, he could see her smile in his head and it hurt him to know she didn’t have one on her face when she was with him.

His body started to convulse. His eyes glazed over.

It was his first seizure.

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