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Masterlist
Daryl x OFC
Nothin's Free (Rick's Daughter x Daryl) complete
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Rick x OFC
Half a Dixon
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showers are strictly for listening to songs that remind you of the character and brainstorming fic ideas
80% of the fics I’ve written come straight from the shower. Violent, horny, over all plot, and even fillers😂
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Half a Dixon | Chapter 9
WARNINGS: mentions of SA, mentions of child abuse, attempted SA
“Hello? Are you even Listening?” Rick’s voice called out.
“Huh?” I looked up to him put his hands on his hips. Carl’s hat hits me, distracting me and making me fall off the rail of the train track. “That’s cheating you little asshole,” I pick up his hat and move over to roughly put it on his head, shaking him enough to fall off the rail he was balancing on. “Sorry, what were ya sayin?” I look back over at Rick.
“That we only got a day or two left of water, what are you two doing?”
“Beating Jamie at a bet that she made, again.” Carl explained as if it was obvious when we caught up to Rick and Michonne.
“Again?” Michonne questioned.
“Yeah, the pudding.” Rick chuckled and Michonne looked between us. “It was the day before you found us… anyways, JJ challenged me to see who could eat more of the giant can of pudding that I found.”
Half a Dixon | chapter 8
A/N: a short filler, I didn’t section it out into chapters when I wrote it so I apologize
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I look around and find a tree that hangs over the roof. I undo my shoes, shoving them in my backpack in attempt to stay quiet. I make my way over to the tree and look for the sturdiest branch, all of the ones within arms reach being far too thin to hold any weight. The thickest one being just out of reach. I take a few deep breaths and try not to think too much, knowing my only chance was to jump and hope that I grab hold and it doesn’t snap when I do.
“Okay,” I whisper to myself. If I fall, I probably won’t get too hurt, but the noise may give me up. I count down from three and throw myself as far as I can, managing to wrap my arms around the branch. I let out a deep breath before doing my best to shimmy down the tree as fast as I can. I duck under the windows and make a run for the direction I thought I heard them.
I stay behind a bush, “Carl! Michonne!” I whisper loudly, drawing their attention and waving them over. They look between each other and run over to me.

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Half a Dixon | Chapter 7
A/N: I kinda wanna change the name and still don’t have a good one the file name is Ricnovember6nomaeve so I got nothing
Warning: Unprotected smut
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Not a pounding or the thumps of a walker, a knock. Everyone froze and we pulled out guns. I stood up and stepped onto the couch, peering through the peep hole. I put my gun down and laid my head against the door, laughing.
“What is it?” Carl asked, both he and his dad looking at me as if I was crazy.
I stepped down and went to the window, pulling the drapes open. Michonne stepped in front of them, smiling in at us.
“Go around back,” I told her and she quickly vanished, the back door of the house opening soon after.
“Oh my god,” I went up to her and gave her a hug. “How did you-”
“Found some shoe prints in the mud, went straight. Got lucky” she says as if it was obvious.
She gave Rick a hug and after a quick reunion, I mentioned that there were plenty of clothes upstairs if she wanted to change.
Carl and I went into the kitchen and set up a breakfast of dry, stale cereal. “Ugh, what I wouldn’t give for some fruit right now,” I sigh.
“Really? Fruit? That’s what you’d want?”
Half a Dixon | Chapter 6
A/N: we’re going back to back chapters today because I can. And this one is long to make up for it
Also I fucking hate pudding
The image of the empty car seat flashed in my head as we walked down the road. I readjusted Rick’s arm over my shoulder to shift more of his weight on me.
“Y’alright?” he wheezed.
“Should be the one asking that,” I mumble as I helped the badly injured man hobble down the road.
“Carl, slow down… Carl, stop!” He called out to his son who was storming off ahead of us. Carl froze but didn’t turn around, even when we caught up with him. “We need to stay together. We got to find a place with food, supplies… Hey. We're gonna be…” Carl glared at his father before continuing to walk faster than we could.
“it’s okay,” I readjusted before we started walking again. “After all of that, after Ju… of course he’s upset. He’s gonna take it out on us, we’re all each other has.” I try to assure him.
Half A Dixon | Chapter 5
A/N: a short little smut chapter because we’re finally close to the chapters I really like
Warnings: poorly written unprotected Smut
I sat in the guard tower, watching the sun set behind the trees and the people making their way inside. I pull my second cigarette from the pack that Daryl and I hid behind the desk. I heard the door creak open and glance behind me to see Rick climb up. I turned back around and leaned over the railing as I swung my legs over the edge. I took a long drag and blew the smoke out into the darkness. “What’s up?”
“Nothin, just couldn’t sleep,” He sat down next to me and shrugged.
“Welcome to the club. I don’t think I’ve had a full night’s sleep in… maybe ever.”
“I can move your shifts around, give you less nights.”
“Nah s’alright. I like it up here at night. And it wouldn’t change anythin, least its quiet up here, away from everyone.”
Half a Dixon | Chapter 4
Jamison begins to integrate into the Grimes family and is torn between her desire to support Carl and her feelings towards Rick
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“Yer dad finally givin you a break?” I ask Carl as he sat down next to me in the shade. I handed him a bottle of water as he picked up Judith from where she lay in front of me on a blanket.
“Yeah, I wish he’d let me go on runs or something… not just help him start a farm.”
“I can imagine. But y’all are doin n impressive job so far.”
“I guess…” he shrugged as a group of younger people from Woodbury walked by, all of them looking at the two of us. “I get what my dad is trying to do, getting me away from the world outside. But I don’t want to be like them. They don’t know what it’s like out there.”
“Yeah, I understand. Beth tries to get me to hang out with ‘em. Not to sound mean, but they’re kinda really fuckin weird, well, I guess I’m weird… either way I’d rather stick to the original group.”
Half a Dixon | Chapter 3
A/N: this chapter is… a lot. I’ve also decided that I’m just going to dump this fic on here and try not to care if people like it I’m lying to myself
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TW: mention of past child abuse. Mention of child sexual abuse.
“Merle?” I whisper to myself as I crouch in position, seeing my brothers in the illuminated ring, the “governor” forcing them to fight.
A smoke bomb goes off and I know it’s my que. I gun down the armed guards and follow my brothers as we find our way behind some building.
“JJ? The hell’re ya doin here?” Merle questions. A bullet hitting a wall nearby. I turn and shoot the man who was firing at us.
“Shut the fuck up, just get us out of here!”
“Yes ma’am.” We sneak our way to the nearest wall and dismantle it enough that we can squeeze through. We continue to run as we enter the woods, only stopping when we’re positive that nobody is following.
We figure out which direction will take us back to the road and begin walking. “Why are ya here?” merle asked as we walked.
“We came ta get Glenn and Maggie, wasn expectin you ta be there. thought you were dead.”
“Sound a little more emotional woulda kid?” Merle feigns being offended.

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Half a Dixon | Chapter 2
A/N: I’m not gonna lie, I totally forgot to write this whole era so here’s what I threw together real quick
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The journey to the farm was intense to say the least. I knock lightly on the open door and peer in to the room at the injured boy and his father. “Here,” I placed the glass of juice and food that Hershel had asked me to bring up to him, “is there anything I can get you?”
“No. thanks Jamie.”
“How’s he doing?”
“Hershel got everything out, said he should be okay.”
“I hope so.” I head outside and find Daryl and the men looking at a map. “What are you thinking?”
“We haven’t checked this ridge, I’ll take a horse.”
“I’m coming with. Double the eyes.”
“Fine.” Daryl and I jump on a horse. And head into the woods, following the trail and looking for any signs of Sophia.
Half a Dixon | Chapter 1
A/N: I've been editing and sitting on this for probably like... a year? I've been meaning to post it so I'm just chucking it into the abyss
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I watch the family reunion take place in front of me, having a hard time not being bitter at the sight of a happy family. I sit on top of Dale’s RV on watch. When the next person comes up to take my place, I walk past the group.
“Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind. Sister’ll probably be indifferent but,” Dale says, not seeing me approach.
“Y’all left Merle?” I ask, sitting on the ground, joining the group. “Daryl’s gon be pissed.”
“That’s what we’re tryin ta figure out. These fellas locked him on a roof, but for good reason. Jamison, this here’s Rick, Lori’s missin husband, Carl’s dad. Rick, this is Jamison, she’s their sister.” I nod at the new man.
“I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me.” T-Dog offers.
“I cuffed him. That makes it my fault,” Rick responds.
Glenn cuts in, “Guys, it's not a competition. I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy.”
“Glenn is right. But just to be clear, Merle’s the racist one, Daryl n I don care,” I add looking at Rick. They continue to debate who is going to tell Daryl, and what they’re gonna tell him. I zone them out, poking the fire with a long stick before eventually leaving to be by myself. In the small corner of camp that me and my brothers had claimed, isolated a little bit from the rest of everybody. I sit in the dirt and lean back on my arms, staring at the stars.
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Chapter 9
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My tumblr is practically dead because I’m too afraid to post my WIPs but I needed to tell the void that I just realized that my “nice” outfit for going out is basically negan. Black jeans, light grey/almost white shirt, leather jacket.
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Idk who this’ll reach but if it does, I’m not dead. I’m kinda writing but idk if I’ll ever post em or when .
I’m overworked, underpaid, and balancing my mental health with the fact that I’m going into a profession where the chances of me having to watch children die grows each day.
I have THE BEST job in the world.
I’m a teacher.
I’m a student.
I’ve had assignments in three different classes over the years to write a detailed plan, backup plan, and a backup backup plan as to how to deal with a somebody coming into my classroom with a gun.
I’ve had to sit and think and write and discuss how to talk to young children about school shootings. How to explain to young children why we have to do safety drills. How to answer the question “why did kids die?” And how to help those traumatized by the subject.
I go to work and pretend that I’m not constantly thinking of how to keep them safe. That I’m not petrified that they will grow up and be forced to experience a school shooting first hand.
this is me lately… BUT TODAYS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!
Highly relatable these last few weeks 🤦🏻♀️