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OKAY BUT WHAT IF THE VERY LAST EPISODE OF THE WALKING DEAD IS RICK WAKING UP IN THE HOSPITAL WITH CARL AND SHANE AND LORI ALL SITTING NEXT TO THE BED AND HIS HEART MONITOR IS STILL WORKING AND THE CLOCK IS TICKING AND ALL THE LIGHTS ARE WORKING AND MERLE AND DARYL ARE IN THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE MERLE IS A DAMN IDIOT AND GOT HIMSELF HURT AND GLENN'S DELIVERING A PIZZA TO SOMEONE DOWN THE HALL AND AND AND CAROL IS IN THE HOSPITAL WITH SOPHIA BY HER BED BECAUSE ED WENT MUCH TOO FAR AND RICK JUST SEES ALL OF THESE PEOPLE AROUND AFTER HE LEAVES THE HOSPITAL AND TRIES TALKING TO THEM BUT THEY ALL HAVE NO IDEA WHO HE IS AND JUST THINK HE'S CRAZY OH MY GOD SOMEONE STOP THESE THOUGHTS
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Gif source:  T-Dog

Imagine going to tell T-Dog that you’re pregnant only to find out that he was killed by walkers.

——— Request for anon ——— 

“No, no,” you gasp in almost a chanting manner, as if if you say it enough it won’t be true. Your knees give out for a moment, calling you to nearly fall to your knees as you take the news of T-Dog’s death hard.

Rick kneels by you, placing a hand on your back as he rubs, looking with both worry and pity at you, “I’m sorry.”

Your tears fall and are soaked up by the dirt outside the prison as you sob, “I’m pregnant, Rick! He was all I have, but now—!” You can’t continue, breaking off as your throat closes in another sob.

“Hey, hey,” Rick soothes, promising, “we’re gonna’ take care of you and the baby. You’re family.”

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Theodore ’T-Dog’ Douglas in Every Episode» Tell it to The Frogs
I stopped long enough to chain that door. Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it At any one time. It’s not enough to break through that Not that chain, not that padlock. My point Dixon’s alive And he’s still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That’s on us.

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Written by my lovely friend, @onedayyoujustchange, for me, because I crave Carol x T-Dog fic. And she indulges me in all my weird fic cravings. xoxoxo

Counting Stars, Chapter 2 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl + Sophia, more).

The real story starts with a little girl lost in the woods.

Or, Daryl tells his daughter the story of how he met her mother. 

 

 

 

 

                                                   Counting Stars


xx2xx


 

 

If it ain’t Sleepin’ Beauty.” 

 

“Stop.” 

 

“Stop what?” 

 

“Teasin’.” 

 

“That what I’m doin’?”

 

“Uh huh.” 

 

“Ain’t teasin’ if it’s the truth.”

 

“…”  

 

“Got you there, didn’t I?” 

 

“What you doin’?”

 

“Nothin’.” 

 

“Don’t look like nothin’.” 

 

“What’s it look like?” 

 

“Dunno.” 

 

“Well.  Ain’t doin’ nothin’ rightnow.  How ‘bout you?  Wanna do nothin’ with me?” 

 

 “Uh huh.” 

 

“Pretty out here. See them birds? They been building a nest.  Been at it all mornin’.” 

 

“Really?” 

 

“Really.” 

 

“Never did finish our story.” 

 

“That’s ‘cause somebody fell asleep ‘fore we ever left the park last night.” 

 

“Baseball’s borin’.” 

 

“’Bout hide-n-seek?” 

 

“S’alright.” 

 

“Must not have been too alright.  Judith said you passed out silly.” 

 

“Did not.” 

 

“Did too.  Tyreese toted you off that playground like you was a ragdoll.  Judith, too.” 

 

“I like Mr. ‘Reese.” 

 

“He’s good people.” 

 

“What about George?  He good people, too?” 

 

“Ain’t gonna let that go, are you?” 

 

“Nope.”

 

“Didn’t figure you would.  Alright.  Can’t be at it long, though.” 

 

Aww.” 

 

“Don’t aww me.  Already behind on your chores.” 

 

“But I’m little.” 

 

“So?  Don’t matter none.” 

 

“But you said…”

 

“Naw.  Can’t have it both ways.” 

 

  “Alright.” 


“What’s that?” 

 

“Yes, Sir.” 

 

“Better.  Ready to hear a little more of the story now?” 

 

“Uh huh.” 

 

“Where were we, Baby Girl?”

 

“George just met Princess Sophia and her two aunts.”

 

<3<3<3

 

 

 

He doesn’t see the little girl again for a while after that, just glimpses here and there as he passes by his window in the afternoons. 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

“Why not?” 

 

“Was gettin’ there.  Somebody didn’t give me ‘nough time.” 

 

“M’sorry.” 

 

“Reckon I’ll let it go this time.” 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

He takes another job, one closer to home this time.

 

Woodbury’s just one town over and quaint, like something ripped out of school history books, its people nice if a little sheltered from real world problems, and it’s no wonder, judging by the way the big wig of the place lives.  The Blake house is impressive, sprawling.  It’s a veritable palace in the middle of small-town Georgia. 

 

He almost turns around that first morning and takes Tsu home, but T intervenes and changes his mind.  As luck would have it, the decision turns out to be a good one.  Their small crew is about two hours into making T’s blueprints a reality, the sun creeping higher and higher into the clear blue sky, when Mr. Blake himself makes an unplanned appearance.  Tsu leaves the shade of a nearby tree and hovers protectively close. 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

“What happened?  Was Mr. Blake a bad man?  Did Sue have to bite him?” 

 

“Tsu.” 

 

“S’what I said.” 

 

“No, you didn’t.  There’s that look again.”

 

 “But I said…” 

 

“T. S. U.” 

 

Huh?” 

 

“Just close that pretty mouth of yours and keep listenin’.” 

 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

“These are not the plans I had Milton fax to your office, Mr. Douglas.  These are…I don’t even know what these are.”

 

They’ve gone over this several times now, and throughout the whole tiresome mini-tirade, T remains silent and deferential.    

 

That’s more than Tsu can say because the dog whines and pushes her nose against his palm, pressing further into his side as Mr. Blake shakes the sheath of papers in his fist.  She shifts on her feet when a few loose sheets flutter to the grass below, frets until he snags his fingers in her collar and gives it a tiny pull.

 

“Tsu,” he admonishes, and clearly that’s the wrong move.  Instantly, he finds all of Blake’s attention focused on him and his anxious canine companion and he vaguely hears T telling Oscar and Morales to take ten.    

 

“What is that animal doing here, Mr. Douglas?  This is not bring your pet to work day.”    

 

He steps in before T can answer.  “S’my fault.  I can load her up.  Take her back home.  Be back here in less than an hour.” 

 

“Better yet,” Blake sneers, “you can all pack up your tools and make the trip home together.” 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

“This part is boring.” 

 

“More borin’ than baseball?” 

 

“One million jillion times more.” 

 

“Don’t you wanna know if Tsu bit Mr. Blake?” 

 

“She didn’t.” 

 

“So sure ‘bout that?” 

 

“Yeah.  She listens.” 

 

“She does.”

 

“Can’t we just skip to the Princess Sophia parts?” 

 

“We could.” 

 

“Good.” 

 

“But I won’t.” 

 

“Ugh.” 

 

“Ugh.” 

 

“Stop.” 

 

“Stop.” 

 

“You’re mean.  Mr. Blake’s mean.  I don’t like this part of the story.” 

 

“Yeah?” 

 

“Yeah.” 

 

“Lied before.” 

 

“Lyin’s bad.” 

 

“Know.” 

 

 “More than two princesses in this story.” 

 

“There are?” 

 

“Knew that’d get your attention.” 

 

“You’re still mean.”

 

“M’terrible.” 

 

“You are.” 

 

“You say so, Baby Girl.” 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

Cooler heads eventually prevail and they settle their differences.  The crew stays put and gets back to work while Mr. Blake watches Tsu with eagle eyes.

 

All that said, it’s easy work, simple in the scheme of things, and he’s able to tune the rest of the world out for a bit.  He lets his mind wander, and that’s mostly a good thing—until it’s not.  Suddenly, there’s a little girl screaming and Tsu tears from his side. 

 

The dog’s already in the pool and paddling furiously toward the deep end before the rest of them arrive on the scene. 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

“What happened?” 

 

“Thought you said…” 

 

“Didn’t mean it.” 

 

Did.” 

 

“Not no more.  Please tell me.” 

 

“Thinkin’ it’s time for you to catch up on them chores.” 

 

“No.  Pretty please?” 

 

“Alright.  Just pullin’ your leg, Baby Girl.” 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

He jumps in after them, doesn’t even hesitate.  Blake’s there to take his daughter from his arms soon as he reaches the pool’s edge and Tsu is panting in his ear, her nails scrabbling for purchase before Oscar grabs her by the collar and first hauls her clear of the water, then him.  Someone throws a towel across his shoulders, he’s not sure who, and he holds it loosely with numb fingers, the adrenaline rush of it all quickly wearing off. 

 

“Good job, Tsunami.  You too, Man.” 

 

He snorts and meets Blake’s eyes across the way, nods when he mouths his thanks.  “Ain’t nothin’.” 

 

“It’s somethin’ alright.” 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

“George saved that little girl?” 

 

“Naw.  Tsu did.” 

 

“I think they both did.” 

 

“Sounds ‘bout right.” 

 

“This part’s not boring.” 

 

“S’not?” 

 

“No.  What’s her name?” 

 

“Who?” 

 

“The new princess?” 

 

“Penny.  Her name was Penny.” 

 

“Was?” 

 

“Meant is.” 

 

“I like Tsu’s real name.” 

 

“Yeah?” 

 

“Uh huh.” 

 

“Me, too.” 

 

“Just a little more of the story?  Please?  I miss Princess Sophia.” 

 

“Just a little bit.  Then you really do have to catch up…” 

 

“Know.” 

 

“Just a little bit.” 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

 

When he gets home that night, there’s a piece of yellow construction paper peeking out from underneath his door and he looks around, both directions, before he bends to retrieve it.  It’s a birthday invitation, written in a child’s painstaking scrawl, and he smirks and shakes his head because there’s no way this one can be written off as a mistake.  Carl Grimes knows exactly who lives here, and even if he didn’t, his mama and daddy can certainly claim no such ignorance.  He glances over his shoulder to find the Peletier house dark, nothing but the solar lights and the stars lighting the place, and he carefully folds the paper in his hand with a sigh.  Tsu noses his free hand and he reaches down to scratch absently between her ears.  “Looks like we’re taking a trip to Miss Sophia’s house.” 

 

The dog’s tail thumps tiredly against the porch and she whines. 

 

“Yeah.  Glad somebody’s excited.  C’mon.  It’s been a long one, and I don’t know ‘bout you.  But that couch is callin’ my name.”

 

Tsu hesitates and looks longingly across the way. 

 

He groans and wags a scolding finger at his four-legged friend.  “You don’t even know ‘er.  Don’t give me that pitiful look.  Tomorrow.  Not a moment sooner, hear me?  Now git.  Git inside ‘fore I change my mind ‘bout that nice hero’s dinner you deserve and feed you last night’s leftovers instead.” 

 

This time, Tsu does exactly as she’s told, scurrying through the door before it’s all the way opened and taking her customary position on the couch. 

 

“Spoilt is what you are.  Spoilt rotten.” 

 

 

<3<3<3

 

 

“I love Tsu.” 

 

“You would’ve.” 

 

“Huh?” 

 

“Said sure you would.” 

 

“I wanna hear about their visit to Princess Sophia’s house.” 

 

“Know you do, but that’s a story for another time.” 

 

“Tonight?” 

 

“Maybe.  Know we got plans.” 

 

“I don’t want you to go.  I want you to stay.” 

 

 “Don’t always get what you want, Baby Girl.” 

 

But…” 

 

“Now quit your poutin’ and get to work.  If y’all are good for Tara, we’ll see.”

 

“What if I fall asleep?” 

 

“Then you fall asleep.” 

 

“No fair.” 

 

“S’always tomorrow.  Now git along with you before I change my mind and don’t you be callin’ me no names. S’not the polite thing to do.” 

 

  “I’m bein’ good and I’m stayin’ up all night.” 

 

“We’ll see ‘bout that.” 

 

“Real story still ain’t started.” 

 

“Patience, Baby Girl.  Been told it’s a virtue or somethin’ like that.” 

 

“Don’t even know what a verjew is.” 

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“She still hasn’t said it back yet, has she?” Carol asked, Rick.  He was leaning against her kitchen counter, eating a cookie that she had recently placed on a platter to cool.  His chewing slowed at that, and he swallowed heavily, glancing away.

“No.  But that’s not–”

“I don’t understand,” Carol interrupted.  “You two are living together.”

“We’re not–I just stay over.  A lot.”

“And you said it to her?” Carol asked.

“A month ago, yeah.”

“Have you said it again since then?”

Rick’s brow furrowed.  Not because he was thinking, but because he didn’t want to tell her the truth. “Maybe once or twice.  It’s no big deal.”

“Oh, Rick,” Carol said with a sigh, putting in her next batch.  “Honey, you can lie to yourself, but not me.  I know you, remember?  You walk around with your heart on your sleeve for anyone to jab at,” she said, poking him playfully above his heart.  “You shouldn’t have said it at all.”

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I think my favorite part of Melissa’s quotes is this line right here:

For those losses, for those people that sacrificed themselves, she’s doing it for them.

It reminds me of her mentioning how she still thinks about T-Dog’s sacrifice to keep her alive in the tombs. I just love her love for her family, and I LOVE her love for T-Dog. Their relationship, we didn’t see a whole lot of interaction between them on screen, but I like to think they were close and bonded over that winter on the road. T-Dog was such a good man. I miss him so much. I miss his goodness.