Maggie Greene in Every Episode» Secrets I’ve already lost three of the people that I care about most in this world. You’re smart. You’re brave. You’re a leader. But you don’t know it. And your friends don’t want to know it. They’d rather have you fetching peaches. There’s a dead guy in the well? Send Glenn down. You’re walker bait. I can’t take you becoming one of them. ⦾
#20- “I get the whole sleep talking thing, but what I don’t get is the fairy princess dream and why I’m in it.”
No. Nope. No way. There was no way you were moving out of bed. Your legs were bruised, your head was throbbing and you couldn’t feel your ass. It would take an army to remove you from the comfort of your bed that morning. Thankfully, if that metaphorical army ever came along, they’d have to go through your boyfriend Daryl before they got to you. The day before, you’d gone on your very first run and had the absolute shit beaten out of you by some women that claimed a part of a forest as their territory. If Carol hadn’t been there to kill them, you’d probably either still be there, tied up and left for walker bait, or you’d be dead. Either way, you were thankful that she was there.
While you were mid-thought, Daryl turned over to face you and sleepily rubbed his eyes.
“Mornin’… how you feeling?” He asked.
“Peachy,” you sarcastically remarked, causing Daryl to let out a small chuckle. “Nah, I’m just in a bit of pain. Glad you decided to stay though.” You told him in all honesty.
“Couldn’t bring myself to leave you, Darlin’.” He grinned.
You cuddled up closer to him, nuzzling your head into his bare chest and letting him wrap his arms around you and squeeze you tightly.
“God, we never get to do this.” You sighed contently.
“Mm. Don’t know about you, but I could get used to it.” Daryl mumbled into your hair, then placing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“Definitely. So you’re not leaving at all today? Rick’s letting you stay?” You asked.
“Yep. Told me if I moved, I’d have him to deal with.” Daryl told you, earning a small chuckle that morphed into a cough as your sore throat began to scratch.
“You need me to get you anythin-”
“No… no, don’t go.” You begged as he went to leave and you grabbed his arm
He gave you a loving smile, slightly chuckling at your innocent neediness.
“Okay, I’m not going anywhere Darlin’, don’t worry.”
Daryl cuddles back up to you, engulfing you in his arms and kissing the top of your head again. You wanted to take in this moment, the moment that you had been waiting for for a while now, just you, Daryl, and some peace and quiet. Everything had obviously been ludicrously hectic and you barely saw Daryl. Either you were out on runs while Daryl was back at Alexandria or Daryl was out with Aaron while you stayed home with Rosita. The two of you barely ever got the simple pleasure of being in each other’s company. Who knew it would only take you getting the shit beaten out of you to provoke it.
“You know you’re really cute when you sleep, right?” You giggled into his neck.
“Shut up.” He cringed.
“No, you are. You talk in your sleep, its pretty adorable.”
“No I don’t.” Daryl objected.
“Don’t worry, I’m not judging. Even though, I get the whole sleep talking thing, but what I don’t get is the fairy princess dream and why I’m in it.”
“Please stop.” Daryl chuckled in embarrassment, then rolling over and burying his head into his pillow. You could just about see his cheeks turn a little red.
“Nah, I’m just playing Baby.” You cooed as you stroked aimless patterns on his exposed back.
His eyes poked above his pillow and locked with yours, causing a smile to cross your cut lips.
“What? What’s that look for?” You giggled.
He rolled over and embraced you once more.
“Y’know… even when you’ve got bruises all over you and cuts where cuts shouldn’t be, you’re still beautiful to me.”
And just like that, it was like your heart melted in your chest like butter on toast. His gruff voice spoke such loving words and it was a rarity for you to see him so attentive, so vulnerable and not snap out of it within the next couple of seconds.
That’s when it became clear to you.
This man was utterly, embarrassingly, madly in love with you.
A/N: Hey guys! So I’m back home and here with another request, this time from @crossbowking: 2, 3, and 65 with good ol’ Daryl! Hope I did it justice, so enjoy! Hopefully I’ll have a second one up this evening, but we’ll have to see.
The forest was silent as you and Daryl crept through, searching for game that you could kill for food. The two of you were constantly scanning for walkers, as you had learned long ago to never drop your guard. Even if it didn’t look like any were around, it was better than be safe than to be very, very sorry. Daryl gave a quick, low whistle, and you looked over, following his nod towards a dear grazing on some grass. You nodded, indicating that he was free to take aim and that you were scanning for walkers. He took aim, completely ignoring everything else until he pulled the trigger on his crossbow, the weapon giving a quiet click as the arrow flew. Daryl’s aim was good, and the deer bolted before falling a few meters away. “Nice shot,” You praised as the two of you made your way towards the fallen animal. “I couldn’t have made it.” “Thanks,” He said gruffly. “Now we jus’ hope that the walkers don’ get it.” “We’re right here, there’s no way -” You stopped speaking suddenly, looking down when you felt the ground change and heard a barely perceptible click. “Uh, Daryl?” He stopped and glanced back. “Somethin’ wrong?” “You could say that,” You said, staring down. “I don’t know how I missed it.” “Damn,” He said upon seeing your predicament. “Don’t move. Bear traps are sensitive, if you take your foot off you’ll lose it.” “Great,” You said sarcastically. “What am I supposed to do, then?” “I’ll have to get something heavy enough to keep the trigger down so that you can move your foot,” He said, looking around for a rock. “You should at least bring the deer over here,” You said. “We don’t want the walkers to get it.” “Alrigh’,” He said, “but if you see anything, holler and I’ll come runnin’.” “Of course,” You said with a nod, and he jogged off to drag the dear off before the undead could grab it. And of course, a walker wandered over from the woods in your direction. You aimed your gun at its head, firing and causing it to crumple immediately. The silencer prevented the shot from being too loud, though you knew Daryl probably heard it, which meant any close by walkers would too. Leaves crunching underfoot signified that Daryl had heard your gunshot, and growling from behind you proved a walker had too. Pulling out your knife, you glanced backwards to see it stumbling up to you. It grabbed you from behind as another wandered in from off to your left, and you managed to plunge your knife into its head, shoving it off of you in time to see the other hit with an arrow as Daryl reappeared, looking angry. “Are ya’ crazy?” He hissed. “There are walkers ‘round, and you’re firing your gun? Silencer or not, you almost got yourself killed!” “Well, it was either that or be walker bait,” You responded, scowling. You hated when he snapped at you, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. It was fire the gun or use your knife, and you knew you had a better chance with your gun. “I’m fine, see? No harm done.” He gave a disbelieving huff and grabbed a rock. “Let’s jus’ get you outta this trap.” After several minutes, two walkers, and much positioning, Daryl finally managed to help you get your leg free. “Thanks, Daryl,” You said gratefully, wrapping him in a hug. “I never would have been able to do that on my own.” “Yeah, well,” He said gruffly, returning the gesture, “I can keep you safe.”
The attack on the sanctuary was the biggest thing to happen since the fight with the governor. You had flashbacks to the people you lost when that happened, and it made you nervous about this. Being around walkers anywhere was dangerous enough, as you knew you could never have full control over them, let alone leading them towards the saviours. You and Daryl were given the job of baiting the walkers, making sure they went where they were supposed to go. It was difficult being married to someone who was willing to sacrifice themselves at every opportunity.
“We’re asking innocent people we don’t know to risk their lives and help us fight, I need to do as much as I can,” Daryl says, a heated discussion forming before you go out on your trip.
“They’ve chosen to do this, they’ve made a conscious decision to help us, we haven’t forced them to,” you snap back.
“And what about the kids, the crippled? I’m willing to fight for those who cannot fight themselves.”
“Not everyone needs saving all the time Daryl! What about our group? Our family? You’d risk on of them for a stranger?”
“No, no I’m not saying that. I’m just sayin’, if no ones gonna do anything, then I must.”
“Then I’m not leaving your side.”
“But it’s dangerous.”
“And? If you’re going, I’m going.”
“Please, stay here.”
“Nope, I’m coming with you Daryl. It’s me and you remember, ‘til death do us part.”
“Yer gonna regret sayin’ them vows,” he smirks, enjoying your fiery personality.
“I regret nothing. Ever,” you say defiantly.
“Ya make me hot when ya talk like that,” Daryl whispers.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes, grabbing you and pushing you against his bike. He pulls your trousers down, lifts you up onto the seat, and undoes his jeans hastily. As soon as he sets himself free, he dives inside you, making you cry out loud. He pumps into you relentlessly, the bike shaking beneath you as the sound both your grunts are the only sound around in the woods. Daryl buries his face in your neck as he quickens his pace, getting more sloppy with his thrusts, then with one final groan against your skin he comes inside you, holding himself all the way in and stretching you out as he does. He starts up again for you to reach your climax, angling himself to hit against your clit each time. You grip onto his neck, biting down on his shoulder as you clench around him, wetness dripping down his length as you come. After you both get your breath back, he pulls out and you clean yourselves up before returning to the job you both have to do.
“I worry about you,” you say, touching his cheek as he straightens his clothing.
“I know ya do, but I’m fine, honest,” he replies, kissing you gently.
“I love you, Daryl.”
“Love ya too. Now let’s sort these walkers out.”
You both head off on his bike, shooting all the targets along the way, the hoard of zombies following you and changing direction when you needed them to thanks to the explosions. When you meet back up with the rest of the group, everyone seems dazed and tired, but okay thankfully. When you look at Rick, you get another flashback to the governor, standing there with Michonne’s Latanya against Herschel’s neck. Without realising it you let out an audible gasp, reliving the moment his head fell to the floor in front of you all. You clutch your chest, the air filtering out of your lungs quickly, making you feel dizzy.
“(Y/N)!” Daryl calls out, his arms wrapping around you to stop you falling.
“I’m okay,” you pant, trying to get your breath back, “I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, fine, fine.”
“Is it him again?”
“Is this because of Negan?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry. Negan’s stolen my sanity, but I’m here to take it back,” you say, determined not to let him win.
“And I’m here with ya,” Daryl reassures.
“It’s what ya do when yer in love,” Daryl smiles, holding you tighter.
“It’s magical, isn’t it?”
“Kinda is, yeah,” Daryl agrees, looking into your eyes.
Introverted Intuition (Ni): Glenn is a sentimental at heart, who likes to keep objects that symbolize his values and the people in his life that he loves. When Hershel gives him a pocket watch, he keeps it with him all the time afterwards. At first, he doesn’t totally understand what it means, but when he asks for Hershel’s blessing to marry Maggie, he tells him that it is a symbol of the fact that their time alive could suddenly end at any moment because they are living in the zombie apocalypse, so their future is uncertain. When he finds out that Maggie is pregnant with their first child, Glenn feels afraid at first because he knows that Lori died giving birth, and his wife was the one to deliver the baby for her. However, he overcomes his fears when they get separated again in season four, realizing they can’t just be afraid to be alive, and comes to see having a child as a wonderful opportunity to build a family with Maggie. Although he is not a very religious person, or one who has ever claimed to believe in god at all, Glenn has been seen praying to god in on some occasions of great desperation and fear, and he tells Maggie that he’ll “find her” from beyond the grave, so he does seem to feel some sort of faith in a higher power and believe that there is life beyond death, even if he’s not totally certain of what that exactly entails. This last part of his Ni-dom function works in tandem with his Fe-aux function, but Glenn often intuitively sees things in other people that they don’t see in themselves. For instance, he sees that Maggie has a lot more strength to survive on her own than she initially believes herself to be capable of, and he helps her come to realize this when they fall in love. He takes a high-risk chance on helping Tara because he needs her help to find Maggie, and some instinct deep inside him tells him that she is a good person worth helping. Surprisingly, Glenn is right, and the two become best friends.
Extroverted Feeling (Fe): Glenn is by far one of the most remarkably caring, ethical, loving, and selfless members of the main cast. However, in spite of his good nature, his strength to do the right thing, fight back adversity, and survive the apocalypse do not really come from any sort of self-reliant internal strength, an internalized set of personal values, or a ‘gut’ feeling of the moment based ethical decision-making process, like an Fi-type. No, Glenn’s good nature and strength are based around the feelings of other people. He doesn’t learn to fight back adversity, and stick up for himself until he finds the strength to do so through true love with Maggie by starting a relationship and family with her. Before that, he was essentially the main group’s errand boy and “walker bait,” but Maggie’s love made him realize that lhis life was actually worth fighting for again. He spares the lives of most people, even if they are acting like jerks, like Nicholas, because he knows that in another life that they were good people, who would have done the same thing for him. He knows that everyone is just trying to survive in the apocalypse, and that the people who act like cowards in this world, probably weren’t that way before the world went to shit. Even though it greatly angers and saddens him, he is willing to forgive the cowardice of the Alexandrian people that he takes on supply runs with him when they leave other people in their group behind when they are hurt or stuck in compromising situations that will slow the rest of the group down because he wants to believe that humanity can change for the better. Glenn finally kills living people for the first time in the series in season six when he absolutely has to do so in the Savior’s camp for the sake of defending his group, and he is seriously uncomfortable about having to do it because he cries the whole time. Although he is willing to forgive the people who hurt him, he refuses to forgive the people who hurt Maggie, and/or anyone else in his group, who he is close to. He refused to forgive Merle, not because he hurt him and took him to the Governor, but because he also took Maggie to the Governor, “a man, who humiliated her and terrorized her,” and Glenn “cares more about her than he does himself.” He even goes through a reckless period of wanting to get revenge on the Governor for terrorizing and humiliating Maggie in S3 afterwards. Glenn also has an amazing ability to see, predict, and bring out all of the potential for good things hidden underneath other people’s fears, insecurities, and temptations to make the wrong choices, like with Rick, Daryl, Maggie, and Tara.
This is his primary Ni-Fe functions working together in tandem.
Introverted Thinking (Ti) In Glenn’s debut episode of the series in S1, he shows Rick and the rest of his group in Atlanta a map that he has created, which show all of the exits and tunnels under the sewers of the city that are (mostly) clear of zombies. He has created a system that can help them all escape through the sewer system. He quickly figured out how to hot-wire a car, and siphon gas from others when he needed it. At this point in the series, he is not very adept at fighting off walkers, or at sticking up for himself, but he seems to have survived as long as he has with his fairly strong ability to use internal logic. Still, Glenn’s Ti-function is in the weaker half of his stack of cognitive functions as an INFJ, so that means that it also sometimes comes out unhealthily at moments of self-hatred and self-doubt. He analyzes the things that he should have said and done in a situation with other people involved beforehand, but didn’t do at the time because he was too afraid, or not fast enough, and blames himself. In season two, Glenn blames himself for freezing up in a shootout with two outsiders, and not doing anything to help Rick, Daryl, and Hershel fight them back in the bar, even though he knew they were also armed at the time. Although it is never directly stated or shown outright in the series, there is strong evidence that Glenn unfairly blames himself for not being able to save Noah from those walkers that devoured him right in front of him in that revolving door, given the fact that he really did try his best to reach out to him and save his life before it was too late, and looking at just how upset he was over the whole ordeal afterwards.
Extroverted Sensing (Se): Extroverted sensing (Se) is the weakest of Glenn’s main cognitive functions as an INFJ, but it can be seen in his character in several moments throughout the series. Sure, Glenn never became the grizzled, ruthless, and dangerously threatening zombie apocalypse adversity killing-machine warriors that Daryl and particularly Rick became in the series, but he still adapted the necessary physical aggression and strength to fight back and survive adversity in the apocalypse pretty impressively. A big part of that is thanks to his Se-inferior function. He gave Merle a bloody nose when he was tied down to a chair, and getting beaten up by him. He successfully fought off a walker, while he was duct-taped and tied down to a chair in season three when he and Maggie got kidnapped by Merle and taken to the Governor by him. He was the main group’s primary supply runner throughout most of the series because he was well-known to be “quick on his feet,” and being really good at getting out of tough compromising life-or-death situations. He punched Abraham, a big, beefy, and strong former military seargeant, in the face, and actually almost beat him before they got pulled apart. Still, like I said before, Glenn’s Se function is the weakest of his four main cognitive functions as an INFJ, which means that it has often come out in moments throughout the series when he is unhealthily stuck in an Fe-Se loop. For instance, in S3, he goes through a reckless phase, after he and Maggie get kidnapped by the Governor, and their relationship starts to show some strain when Glenn finds out that Maggie took off her shirt because the Governor threatened for her to do it, or he would cut off Glenn’s hand. After this point in the series, Glenn goes through a bit of a reckless, vengeful, and blindly self-destructive Fe-Se loop phase. He tries to talk Michonne into teaming up with him to go and kill the Governor to get back at him for humiliating and terrorizing Maggie by sexually assaulting her. He gets frustrated when Hershel advises Rick and the rest of the group to keep Glenn away from the Governor and Woodbury for the time being because he is afraid that he is going to get himself and everyone around him killed with his blindly reckless anger and lust for vengeance. When the group listens to Hershel, and leave Glenn behind because they are afraid that he could be a danger to himself and those in his group, he aggressively bludgeons a walker to death in his frustration. After the group convinces Glenn that they can’t just kill the Governor outright, he takes out his remaining frustration one last time against Merle albeit too aggressively when he tries to leave the prison to go and kill the Governor without the others’ permission, and then he starts to let go of his anger, makes up with Maggie, and come out of his Fe-Se loop.
I love season 2 of TWD so much because it’s Glenn’s prime. We see how innocent and pure he is. We see how he would do ANYTHING for his people even if that meant risking HIS OWN LIFE. From being used as walker bait to going out and getting pills for Lori. We see him grow so damn much. We see him crushing on Maggie and by the end of the season we see him telling Maggie he loves her. Season 2 is also the end of an era. RIP to his adorable baseball cap. No season could EVER compare to season 2 and it sucks that it’s so hard to watch it now. It’s nearly impossible to watch without me crying and thinking about his fate. He’s so small and innocent. He deserved nothing but the best but the writers always gave him the worst.. :/
The prison had been a beacon of hope to your group, and you’d all settled in well after the farm had burnt to the ground. You and Daryl shared a cell and you couldn’t be happier with how he was finally opening up to you. Your group had come across a town called Woodbury and their leader ‘the governor’, who wasn’t the nicest person in the world. Daryl had found his brother who he hadn’t seen since the beginning and was torn as to whether to go with him or stay with the group. You’d argued countless times about the pros and cons of each situation, not made any easier by Merle sticking his nose in your business.
“Come with us,” Daryl said one day, after a particularly bad row.
“And trust your brother with my life? I don’t think so,” you snapped, “how are you two even related?”
“Ya trust me don’t ya?”
“Of course I do. But it’s completely different to trusting him as well.”
“Please, I don’t wanna leave ya,” he begs.
“If you loved me at all then you wouldn’t!” You shout, walking out of the cell. When you get back he’s gone. You go and see Carol, she hasn’t seen him, then to Rick, he hasn’t seen him either. Glenn comes up to you and sits you down.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I saw Daryl leaving with Merle early this morning when I was on watch,” he says softly, “I’m so sorry.” You look at him and start to cry, he holds you and after a few minutes you suddenly run off to be on your own. Sitting by the fence, you stare at the walkers snarling and reaching for you. With the way you’re feeling right now, you want to walk into a group of them and become one. You walk right up to the fence, almost so that they can reach you. Rick watches you from the prison through binoculars and silently worries.
Over the next week, you withdraw yourself even more. Daryl hasn’t come back yet and it feels as though half of your heart is missing too. You do your chores, then disappear into the cell you used to share with him. Some of his things are still there, his smell still on the sheets. Every night you cry into his pillow, sobbing hard, your body shaking as tears stream down your face. Rick needs you on top form now that the governor is threatening to attack, so he puts you on watch on top of one of the buses for the night, to make you feel part of the group again.
Unbeknownst to you, Daryl’s returned and is helping Rick with the fences before coming to see you on watch.
“D'ya think she’ll be mad?” Daryl asks Rick as he looks over at the bus, the sun setting and illuminating your face.
“Oh yeah, really mad. But she loves you Daryl. It’ll take a long time for her to come round, you left without saying goodbye. She cries every night, I don’t think she knows we can hear,” Rick explains sadly.
“I should never have left,” Daryl bows his head as the words leave his mouth.
You look over to Rick and see someone’s with him helping with the fences. Suddenly a truck catches your eye in the distance, but as you go to signal a bullet goes straight through your shoulder, knocking you off the top of the bus and falling to the ground. Daryl sees you fall after being shot and looks to where it came from, spotting the truck as well.
“Rick! (Y/N)’s been shot! QUICK!” He shouts, running up the hill. As he gets halfway up, the truck comes belting through the gates by the bus you were on and walkers start spilling out of it. Daryl picks up speed as he knows you’re there somewhere.
“You get (Y/N), we’ll sort the dead,” Rick yells as he runs along side him and sees your group coming out of the prison to help after hearing the loud noise. Daryl gets to you just as walkers we’re closing in. He stabs the closest few and quickly slings you over his shoulder, running back inside the prison with you. Herschel is inside, unable to help with the hoard outside, but ready to assist anyone with medical attention. Daryl runs in and carefully places you down on the table in front of Herschel. He looks Daryl up and down, surprised that he’s back, then looks down to you, unconscious and with a bullet wound.
“Daryl! What happened?” Herschel asks, limping over to you.
“She… she got shot, fell off the top of the bus. Walkers… almost got her,” he stuttered.
“Get my kit from over there would you?” He asks as Daryl starts pacing. He grabs the kit and hands it over the Herschel, who sets it down next to you, then gets out some large tweezers. He digs the bullet out, cleans the wound and stitches you up, bandaging over it.
“Is she gonna be ok?” Daryl asks, biting his thumb.
“She’s lost some blood, but not too much. She’ll have a large bump on her head, but should wake up soon. We need to keep an eye on her incase she has concussion,” Herschel explains, “now I’ve got a couple of other people I need to see. Are you okay to stay with her?”
“Yeah, 'course,” Daryl mumbles, sitting down next to you. You start crying whilst asleep and Daryl wipes your tears away. This continues for the next couple of days as you lay there out cold. On day two as Daryl sleeps next to you holding your hand, you wake up with a scream as a nightmare pulls you out of unconsciousness. You lay there panting with fear, sweat dripping down your forehead, when you see Daryl’s face pop up into view, his hand going immediately to your cheek.
“(Y/N)! What’s wrong? Are ya okay?” He asks, eyes wide with shock.
“I’m… fine… is this real?” You answer between deep breaths.
“Yeah, it’s real. I’m back. Ya fell off the top of the bus when ya got shot, I saw it happen,” he rambles.
“You… you were the one with Rick.”
“I was helping him with the fences when it happened.” You went to sit up and get away from him, still affected by him leaving, but he stopped you.
“Herschel needs to check ya over before ya get up,” he says, gently laying you back down. You frown at him and say nothing as he walks off to find Herschel.
“Well hello there (Y/N), lets take a look at your head,” Herschel says, opening your eyes wide and looking into them with a light. He then moves his finger about in front of your face, your eyes following it. He asks you a few questions and then steps back and checks your dressing, making sure you hadn’t bled through.
“Okay, you seem good to go. You’re a lucky woman (Y/N), if Daryl hadn’t been there, you’d be walker bait. Take it easy, not to much bending down, and make sure you see me about your dressing everyday,” he explains.
“Thanks Herschel,” you smile.
“Don’t thank me, thank Daryl,” he chuckles, then exits to check on the wounded who helped clear the walkers. You sit up on the edge of the table, facing away from Daryl, then head up to your cell. Daryl follows, but you ignore his footsteps behind you as you enter the small room and sit on the bed looking down at the floor.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry I left,” he starts, standing in the doorway, “I was stupid-”
“Yeah you were stupid. And heartless, and cold, and you broke my fucking heart Daryl,” you begin to sob, your shoulders shaking, then you wince in pain.
“I didn’t mean to. I love ya,” he sighs, now kneeling in front of you, between your legs and holding your thighs.
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have left in the first place,” you cry, “leave me alone.”
“I ain’t going anywhere,” he says defiantly, “I’m staying here with ya, I know yer angry at me, but I love ya and I ain’t leaving.” You huff at his statement and lay down on the bed facing the wall. He lays down behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, then leans his head up by your ear.
“I’ve missed ya,” he whispers, hand squeezing your hip. You turn to face him and look up into his eyes.
“I can’t just forgive you that easily Daryl, you really hurt me going off without saying a word,” you say sternly.
“I know, and I’m sorry, I wish I’d never done it. I regretted it as soon as I stepped out of the fences.”
“Why didn’t you come back?”
“It’s a long story, but I’m here now, and I promise ya I’ll never leave ya again,” he says softly, nudging his nose against yours.
“Pinky promise?” You ask, lifting your hand and sticking out your little finger. Daryl smiles and does the same, linking it with yours and shaking it.
“I pinky promise,” he repeats. He puts his arm around you and pulls you into his chest.
“Ouch,” you wince, “I did get shot y'know.”
“Sorry baby,” he says, looking concerned, making sure no blood is leaking out onto your dressing. You settle into a comfortable position and fall into a deep sleep for once without crying. Daryl holds onto your all night, his grip only loosening when he drifts off as well. The next morning you wake to find him looking down at you, his hand tucking a small piece of your hair behind your ear.
“Morning,” he croaks in his deep southern voice.
“Morning,” you smile. Daryl sits up a little and pulls you further onto his now bare chest, your head up on his shoulder. You kiss his neck and his chest, running your hand along the scattering of hair on his torso, lightly dragging your nails across his skin as you go. He strokes your arm, sliding his way down to your hip and over your bottom, giving it a light squeeze.
“I jus’ wanna lay here all day,” Daryl admits.
“Then we will,” you reply, kissing his chest again. He smiles down at you and kisses your head, squeezing your bum a little harder as he does so.
A/N: @ofdragonsanddreams16 requested the dialogue prompt
“Please put your penis away.” for Merle and Michonne. I hope you enjoy! <3
Word count: 561
Warnings: Mentions of a willy
“Ya sure y’ain’t gettin’ our asses lost, sweetheart?” the familiar gravelly voice drawled from behind Michonne as she trekked further into the forest.
Michonne looked behind her to see Merle stomping around, his eyebrow cocked as he waited for an answer. “Ye of little faith,” was all she said as she turned and continued on.
“Now hold up,” Merle snarled back as he caught up to her and fell into step with her. “As far as I know yer far less experienced huntin’ and trackin’ like I am. So why don’t ya let me take care of-”
Michonne stopped in her tracks and turned to Merle, her mouth curled into a scowl. “And who let the walkers split us up from the main group because you insisted you had things handled? You’ve done enough today,” she said in a low tone as she watched Merle’s teeth grit. He knew she was right but was too stubborn to admit it.
TWD Season 1:
Scary! This seems like something that could actually happen. OMG! Rick reunited with his family!! No cure exists. Wow.
TWD Season 2:
Tension is ramping up on the farm for Rick and the motley crew of survivors that all seem like real people with interesting back stories that I'm sure will be explored later. Daryl has a heart, Carol has survived abuse and the loss of her daughter, Glenn doesn't want to be walker bait anymore, Hershal has a crisis of conscience, Lori tries to make things right.
TWD Season 3:
Thank god for the prison and the chance for this group of people who are family now to find some peace. T-Dog, NOOOOOO! Really? A guy with an eye patch and a tank full of heads? But Merle is back! So, okay.
TWD Season 4:
Wait a minute. Carol killed two people? Daryl can throw grenades in a tank and deflect bullets with dead bodies? Rick wants to be a farmer? Shit-balls-mustache-man and the gang from costume-designs-must-be-exactly-like-the-comics-no-matter-how-ridiculous-they-are arrive out of nowhere? (But they save Glenn, so okay). CANNIBALS? REALLY?
TWD Season 5:
Episodes of Grady back story because....? CANNIBALS. Just fuck Maggie Greene, am I right? BOB and TYREESE, NOOOOOOOOOO! FIRETRUCK! EXPLOSIONS AND CRASHES! WELCOME TO ALEXANDRIA WHERE WE APPARENTLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OR HAVE ANY AWARENESS OF SURROUNDING COMMUNITIES EVEN THOUGH WE SEND OUT SEARCH PARTIES ON THE REGULAR. Blonde lady gets abused and Rick doesn't know why Carol cares? Daryl grunts. Rick kills everyone.
TWD Season 6:
*Sigh* tell me more about the cheese maker... sure. NOAH, NOOOOOOOO! Can we just get back to the core people we care about? No? Carol needs to live in self-imposed exile? Okay... Wolves, but not literal wolves, because that makes more sense? Not literal Jesus. Hilltop. Saviours. Introduction of 345 characters we give zero fucks about. NEGAN.
TWD Season 7:
Kill off the only remaining characters who seem semi-human and sympathetic for the sake of SHOCK! Do it in the most graphic brutal way because the audience wants to see how special effects make eyes pop out of sockets, apparently. KING EZEKIEL HAS A TIGER EVERYONE. EXPLOSIONSSSSSSS!!!! FUCK THE BEACH PEOPLE. GUNS GUNS GUNS. WAR WAR WAR WAR. WE HAVE TO FIGHT TO SURVIVEEEEEEE. GARBAGE PEOPLE ARE ACTUAL GARBAGE? WHAT A TWIST!
TWD Season 8:
Characters turn on their friends and family because DRAMA and ANGST. EVERYONE HAS PTSD. MACHINE GUNS. MORE RANDOS DIE. WAR WAR WAR. ZERO HUMAN DECENCY LEFT IN THE WORLD BUT PLENTY OF AMMO!!!! Ooooo! Radioactive walkers? That's new!!! Let's get RG out of his clothes for ratings. WAR WAR WAR WAR WAR! TIME JUMP?! SO EXCITING! Tell me more about what happens when Rick wears a fake beard and Judith has lived to the ripe age of six months old while looking like a ten year old.
TWD Season 9:
PIRATES! Daryl replaces his motorcycle for a four-wheeler. His hair has grown past his knees. Carol is still sad and crying somewhere. ANGST! "They killed us! They don't get to live!" "BUT ALL LIFE IS PRECIOUS!" Jail. Can Negan be redeemed? ALEXANDRIA IS ATTACKED BY A FLOCK OF SEAGULLS (the band, not the birds). MORGAN, NOOOOOO! DANCE PARTY. EXPLOSIONS.
TWD Season 10:
Daryl wears his hair in a french braid. He and Carol share a meaningful look. He and Jesus share a meaningful look. He and the audience share a meaningful look. THE GANG STUMBLES UPON A TIME MACHINE! DINOSAURS! "We can't trust that Pterodactyl, Judith!" "But he's my friend!" Jesus is killed by a Pterodactyl. Judith blames herself. Michonne looks flawless. THE GANG STUMBLE UPON ANOTHER SETTLEMENT: CLOWN TOWN! Rick demands their balloon guns. EXISTENTIAL CRISIS. OLD MAN RICK HAS A HEART ATTACK AND DIES. PSYCH! IT WAS ALL A DREAM!!!
At first, it didn’t seem that other women were getting the hint- that
Negan was your husband, and your husband alone. The woman he had been
with (who you later learned was named Nina), must have made it seem that
Negan was back to his old ways.
Seeing women eye him was nothing
new, but with your current issue, now it bothered you. Bit by bit it
ate at you until you’d lost it. A woman named Vivian had the nerve to
not just eye him, but to put her hands on him. She stood behind him,
slightly to the side. Either she didn’t see you walk into the dining
room, or she was that stupid.
Your eyes were on her as you saw
her hand move over his left shoulder, into his hair. As you neared the
table, your jaw clenched. Negan watched you, seeing the anger in your
eyes. The jealousy blazing, and he knew that Vivian just screwed herself
Grabbing her hand, you pulled it away from Negan. “Didn’t
your mother ever teach you not to touch other people’s property?” You
glared at her, bending her fingers back.
She shot you a look. “Not my fault you can’t keep him satisfied.” She ground out.
“Oh, wrong thing to say.” Negan chuckled, shaking his head.
“Glad you’re fucking
amused.” Your eyes were on her, although your words were for him. Your
eyes followed her as she bent her knees, lowering to the ground as you
continued bending her hand further back. You were thankful that Gabby
and William were napping, or you’d back off of her. “Now, you, and all
the other fucking skanks that have been eye fucking my husband?
Need to back the fuck off.” Shoving her down, you stood over her. “Touch
him again, and I will break that fake as fuck nose that I know daddy
bought you before the world went to hell.”
The silence that hung
over the dining room let you know that she wasn’t the only one who had
heard that warning. Getting up, Vivian flexed her hand slightly,
shooting a look at Negan. “You should keep your bitch on a leash.” She spat.
“Oh, that was just the fucking
stupidest thing for you to say.” He sighed, sipping his beer. Negan sat
there as if nothing was happening, just waiting for the fallout.
her by her hair, you grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm behind her
back. You yanked her back towards you, breathing heavily. “Look around,
sweetheart.” You ground out at her, voice low. “It’s the last fuckin’
time you’ll be seeing it.” Without warning, her face connected with the
table next to Negan’s arm, causing him to glance over at her.
chuckled lightly. “Like I said- wrong thing to say.” Licking his lips,
he finished his beer off and stood up. “Now, I’m guessin’ this one isn’t
too welcome around here, is she?” He asked.
You shrugged. “She
can leave the Sanctuary, become walker bait, or work for points. I.
Don’t. Care.” You glared at him, your eyes locked on his.
the next couple years, you made Negan work for your marriage. There was
no question about how hurt and pissed you were. After that, no one saw
Vivian again, and no one ever heard what you’d decided to do with her.
Once the blood was washed from the table and floor, there was no
evidence that she’d ever been in the Sanctuary.