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Request: Can you do another imagine with sophia. Where you and her find the group

(A/N: Sorry there’s not too many gifs of Sophia :/ )

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“You gotta be careful while we’re out there okay, kiddo?” You said gently to the blonde girl beside you, who nodded her head in understanding. She clutched a hunting knife in her right hand tightly it was small, but it would still protect her if necessary. You weren’t too worried about Sophia as she was a natural shot, which reassured you it was completely safe for her to carry a gun. It was a small pistol, nothing too dangerous it hung from a holster that rested on her hip. It had been Months and you had somehow formed a two person, dysfunctional family, but that was to be expected due to the fact, that the dead had come back with the sole purpose of feasting on the living. Before the outbreak, you were not on the greatest terms with your family, actually, they disowned you, claiming you were a waste of space yet now you had a little girl who you considered to be a little sister.

“We’ll find her,” You stopped in your tracks immediately, throwing a hand up as a motion to stop moving. The sound of voices was startling especially since the only voices other than Sophia you had heard were the hungry groans of the walkers. Sophia’s eyes grew wide in shock and you instantly understood why whomever had just spoken was once part of her group. You were overjoyed for Sophia yet you were filled with a sense of dread, realizing that Sophia would go back to her group and leave you alone.

“Mom,” Sophia squealed, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the voices. You ran through the woods, dodging trees and bushes until the forest began to thin out, revealing a large, white farm house that rested in the middle of the grassy fields.

“Sophia remember what we talked about,” You reminded the girl with a sigh, resting your dominant hand on your revolver, which also hung from your hip. “Don’t let your guard down..” You approached the gate that lead into the seemingly safe haven cautiously.

“She’s right, you know,” Came the rough voice of a man from behind you, instantly you drew your revolver as did Sophia with her pistol. The man looked shocked to say the least, his stern look disappearing and changed into a look of shock. “Sophia?”

“Shane,” She responded in a monotone voice not even lowering her gun. You frowned at this, knowing that her time with you left her scarred and broken over the horrors you had both experienced.

“Sophia, We’ve been looking for you.” ‘Shane’ laughed, flashing the both of you a toothy grin. You lowered your gun, but made no movement to put it away. Sophia followed your actions and slowly a grin formed on her little face.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” You introduced with a small smile, putting your hand up for the man to shake. He took your hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Shane Walsh,” He replied instantly in a friendly way, but you could practically hear the distrust in his voice.

“(Y/N), Can we go see my mom?” Sophia exclaimed with pleading eyes and you nodded your head in amusement. Then turning to Shane you explained in a quieter voice, “I’d just like to make sure she’s settled before I leave. I don’t want to intrude.” Shane responded with a nod.

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Shane led the way towards a small group of people, who had gathered around a fire surrounded by a variety of tents. Sophia dropped your hand when she saw her mother, sprinting to her, she launched herself into her mother’s arms. Your arm fell limply at your side and you watched sadly. Shane looked over at you with a glare, signaling that you should leave. The sadness began to fill you as you walked away from the reunion. You told yourself that you would not turn around, but you unwilling peaked over only to see Sophia come running towards you. Shane and another man plus her mother

“(Y/N),” Sophia pants once she reaches you, wrapping her skinny, little arms around your torso tightly. She looks up at you with sad, glossy eyes that begged you to stay. “You ain’t leaving… Right?”

Imagine Finding Sophia In The Woods After Rick Saves Her And You Care For Her

(A/N: I am still torn up over her death since I really liked her character, but, of course, every character I like has to die, right?)

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"C'mon, Sophia," You whispered, nudging the small girl who was sleeping, her little blonde head rested against your chest. You had not known her for very long, having discovered her in the woods a week or two ago. You had been roaming the forest for a few days at that point, hunting for rabbits or perhaps a deer if you were lucky. Instead, you had found a little girl huddled against a tree, sobbing as three walkers that stumbled towards her with hungry, dead eyes.

"Okay, (Y/N)," She mumbled back, rubbing her tired eyes with her fists before slowly pulling herself off the ground. You shake your head in amusement as she did her own morning routine. You grab the small blue pack, rummaging through it for food. You stared at the granola bar in your hands, sighing in disappointment. Your stomach growled begging to be feed, yet you ignored it and handed the granola bar to the small girl. Sophia glanced up at you with her big doe eyes narrowed and raising her eyebrow she spoke, "This is the last one isn't it?"

"I already had mine" You lied with a reassuring smile, however, your younger companion was not convinced.  She opened the package carefully before ripping the bar in half, giving one of the halves to you. You took it graciously with a smile, knowing she was as stubborn as a mule and would definitely not take 'no' for an answer.  "Thanks, Kiddo." You chuckled, taking a bite of the bar. Sophia smiled back and then shoved the entire thing in her mouth. You tried to scold her on her manners but eventually broke into laughter with her at your side. Sophia was only ten years old, still in the apocalypse having someone to  laugh with made everything more bearable.

"C'mon, Sophia," You whispered, nudging the small girl who was sleeping, her little blonde head rested against your chest. You had not known her for very long, having discovered her in the woods a week or two ago. You had been roaming the forest for a few days at that point, hunting for rabbits or perhaps a deer if you were lucky. Instead, you had found a little girl huddled against a tree, sobbing as three walkers that stumbled towards her with hungry, dead eyes.

"Okay, (Y/N)," She mumbled back, rubbing her tired eyes with her fists before slowly pulling herself off the ground. You shake your head in amusement as she did her own morning routine. You grab the small blue pack, rummaging through it for food. You stared at the granola bar in your hands, sighing in disappointment. Your stomach growled begging to be feed, yet you ignored it and handed the granola bar to the small girl. Sophia glanced up at you with her big doe eyes narrowed and raising her eyebrow she spoke, "This is the last one isn't it?"

Imagine Han Trying To Protect You, But You Can Take Care Of Yourself.

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“Do I look helpless?” You snorted in amusement, lifting your blaster up towards your face. Han rolled his eyes, smirking slightly at your comment. “Catch you on the flip side, Solo.” You chuckled, waving a hand at him as you walked towards the exit of the hanger.

“(Y/N),” Han called out before you could leave, making you turn around to face the smuggler. He fiddled nervously with the tool in his hands as he spoke. “Be careful.”

Imagine Refusing To Leave Carl’s Side After He’s Been Shot

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“How did things get so screwed up?” You whispered mostly to yourself. Things had certainly gone to hell in a hand basket after the herd had managed to break into the compound. Tears stained your face, leaving your eyes red and puffy due to your crying. You had tricked yourself into thinking you were safe staying here, but you were clearly wrong.

“(Y/N), Maybe you should get some rest, it’s been a long night for all of us.” Maggie spoke softly, patting your hair in a comforting motherly sort of way. You shook your head frantically, unable to form any words without sobbing. You sat by Carl’s bedside, clutching his hand tightly as if he would disappear if you let him go. Rick hadn’t left long ago a couple hours at most, but he continued to check-in every half hour.

Imagine Visiting The First Jurassic Park With Your Uncle, Alan Grant.

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You sighed in irritation, listening to Tim chatter on about dinosaurs, but you had heard the information many times before, considering you learned from a young age from your uncle, Alan Grant. He sat between you and his sister, Lex, messing with a set of unusual binoculars that were probably quite expensive. You seemed to be the only one to notice the large tremor, which echoed loudly like thunder in the rain.

"You feel that?" Tim questioned, glancing over at you with a frightened expression painted on his little face. You nodded your head slowly, trying to ignore the creeping suspicion that lay heavy in your stomach that something bad was about to happen. You turned to the front of the front seat where the obnoxious lawyer sat, but your gaze soon rested on two cups of water that lay untouched in the cup holders. It was then you noticed that every few seconds the water would ripple. At that moment, you realized it was not thunder nor was it trees falling, this was a dinosaur and a big one at that.

"Must be the electricity." Regis suggested wearily, looking as if he was trying to reassure himself than the three kids in the back seat, but unlike the two younger children you knew better. The crashing grows louder and louder until it faded out to silence. However, the silence did not last long before another shake. You ripped the binoculars straight out of Tim's hands, placing them carefully over your head. You then looked over at the at the electrical fence, but nothing in this world could prepare you for what you saw then again a rocket launcher or two may be a little comforting. There standing in all his glory was the king of the Jurassic world himself, the Tyranasouras Rex. The Rex's thick, curled claws gripped on one of the many wires. Once the dino was sure the electrical wires could do him no harm, he pushed his body against the wires until they snapped.

"The fences are not electrified," You gasped in horror, running a hand through your (h/c) hair with a grunt. The most horrifying part was the two younger children who trembled viciously with an unknown fear had decided that clinging to you was their only option to survive. The Lawyer or Regis began to tremble uncontrollably but before you could say anything to prevent him from doing something incredibly stupid he opens the door and sprints out. "The best thing to do is stay calm..." You mutter to the two children, stroking Tim's hair in an attempt to calm him.

"He just left us. He just left us all alone. Timmy, (Y/N) how could he just do that? We're all alone! We're all alone!" Lex wailed against your shoulder and you attempted to quiet her, worrying that the Rex may hear her, which you knew he would.

Imagine The TARDIS Takes A Liking To You And The Doctor Gets Jealous.

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"Hello, Doctor!" The Doctor stood by the console and appeared to be fiddling with his sonic screwdriver when you walked in shutting the doors gently. The TARDIS hummed a happy greeting at your presence, which made the Doctor roll his eyes. The Doctor loved having you around especially sharing adventures with you, but what bothered him was how soon the TARDIS had taken to you.

"(Y/N)," The Doctor responded not even looking up which made the TARDIS let out an amused hum. You quirked a brow looking over to the Timelord for an explanation, but when he didn't respond you began to get worried realizing that he was not his usual talkative self. However, you barely managed to hear him mumble something under his breath.

"It's mine..."

"The TARDIS?" You questioned, remembering that he always seemed to go sour when the TARDIS greeted you, which both you and the TARDIS found amusing. That was probably why she continued to do it. "The TARDIS is a girl, Doctor. Have some respect!" You teased lightly, poking his shoulder. Finally, the Doctor looked up nodding his head in agreement with a small smile.

Imagine Being Obi-Wan's Little Sister And Meeting Anakin Skywalker 

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"(Y/N)," Your name was practically screamed, which caused the entire council to share annoyed looks, knowing fully well that your brother would be pounding on the doors any moment now.

"My apologies," You rolled your (e/c) eyes, but a small smile found a place on your lips. Your older brother, Obi-Wan, was a highly respected Jedi always calm and collected. However, when it came to you his calm demeanor faded and was replaced with an irresponsible youngling much to the amusement of the other Jedi's. "My brother seems to always get excited when I return from a mission."

"True, that is, Young (Y/N). Always anxious for your return, he is." Agreed your former Master with a slight chuckle, gesturing with his small wooden cane to the door to let you know that you were dismissed. "Thank you, Master Yoda." You bowed your head in a respectful gesture to your superiors before exiting the room in search of your older brother.

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Anakin watched his Master in concern from where he sat on the training rug, but said nothing, thinking it may, my be wise to question his master for once. He attempted to follow Obi-Wan's instructions to mediate yet found it difficult with feeling his Master's worry. Anakin attempted to block his Obi-Wan's emotions out, allowing the force to lull him into a relaxed state. Suddenly a bright presence filled his mind that it seemed to overpower every other Jedi.

"(Y/N)," Obi-Wan shouted, sprinting out of the training room without another word. Anakin sighed and jumped up, following his Master down the hall.

"Master Obi-Wan," Anakin called, chasing after him. His hand rested instinctively on his lightsaber preparing for a fight. "What is going on?"

He didn't respond only quickened his pace when he noticed a girl around Anakin's age exiting the council room. Obi-Wan sprinted to the girl, wrapping his arms around her smaller form.

"Obi-Wan," You greeted, hugging your brother back tightly. It had been years since you had seen him last, you had been stationed in Naboo to protect a royal family from the separatists. You looked up, realizing that another Jedi watched you both curiously. You raised a brow, pulling away from your brother you said, "I've missed you and we must catch up, but I believe that introductions are needed first?"

"Right," Obi-Wan chuckled, his cheeks red in embarrassment when he realized his Padawan was watching your exchange. "(Y/N), This is my Padawan, Anakin. Anakin, This is my sister, (Y/N)."

"Anakin? As in Anakin the chosen one?" You questioned, looking at him in surprise, which Anakin smirked, nodding his head. "You're younger than I expected."

"You're shorter than I expected." Anakin chuckled, mocking your words, which had your brother laughing as well.

Imagine Being Killian’s True Love And Accidentally Crossing The Town Line.

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Request: Can you make an Imagine for Steve Rogers where they have a new recruit and he has to be stern with her but while he was giving her a tour of the tower she keeps make jokes and puns out of everything? (A/N: I literally felt so stupid while writing this and angry that it’s so short, but homework and people are obnoxious. Sorry, Anon! Love you!) — “Ms. (L/N),” Steve ordered sternly, sending you a glare as a warning after what seemed to be the hundredth pun in the last ten minutes. You seemed to be full of them which actually amused Steve, but he had been given the order to show all new agents that this was a serious working environment. “I think that is enough with the jokes. You may joke on your own time, but there is no time at work for this.”

“Roger that,” You sighed in fake disappointment before biting your lips to hide a giggle from escaping. Steve rolled his blue eyes, but you could swear that you saw just a hint of a smile.

“Agent (L/N), you'rere needed in the labs for a medical examination!” A voice explained through the walkie talkie attached to your hip. You threw your head back with a groan and looked to the Captain with a raised eyebrow. He slowly nodded his head, granting you permission to leave. In a few seconds, you flashed him a grin before skipping off to find the lab.

Love your blog!! I was wondering if you could do an imagines where the reader is Owen Grady’s sister who when she visits the raptors, especially blue, take a liking to you more than with Owen

Requested By: @sportsgamer12 (A/N: Thanks for the request! I'm so happy you love my blog that makes my entire week! <3 )

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Everyone goes through a dinosaur stage, at least in their childhood, some grow out of it, but others become an archeologist. However, your brother had become the trainer of the most fearsome dinosaurs that ever walked this earth, The Raptors. Like your brother you had a fascination of these prehistoric creatures, but you were not as fortunate to get such an extraordinary job instead you became an archeologist. So when your brother suggested you visit the park and watch him train his beloved Raptors you jumped at the opportunity.

You made plans to visit him soon as you were on a archeological dig for an internship led by the famous Dr. Alan Grant. Dr. Grant disapproved of your decision to travel to the Isla Nubar since you were his top student. You simply smiled and shrugged your shoulders, glad that he cared, but that wouldn’t stop you. You hadn’t seen your brother in roughly a year and missed him greatly.

A week later you found yourself on the docks leading into Jurassic World, staring at the park in awe. Your bright (e/c) eyes scanned the dock searching for your brother’s familiar face, but then fell when they landed on a woman with fiery red hair with a sign that had your name, (Y/N) Grady, written in big black letters.

“She looks friendly…” You mutter under your breath as you trudged over to the lady who stood tall in her extremely high heels and wore a blinding shade of white.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) Grady nice to meet you.” You greeted in a soft tone, putting your hand out for her to shake. The woman rudely ignored your greeting and raised an eyebrow.

“Claire Deering,” She replied before turning around and stalking off to a small car, you followed her with a sigh.

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“What did Owen do to her?” You wondered aloud. Neither of you spoke a word for the entire ride, making it uncomfortable and awkward. Then, as soon as you arrived at a large paddock, she instantly said goodbye and drove off before you could even utter a word.

You trudged over to the large paddock pulling your suitcase sighing for what felt like the thousandth time today when you noticed that only one man was watching over the paddock and this one man did not happen to be your brother. Even from a distance you could see that this man was up to no good, flashing you a maniacal smile when you started to walk over to him on the catwalk. You stole a glance into the pen trying to see the signs of your brother’s Raptor squad which he never shut up about when you skyped (not that you minded of course being a dinosaur freak yourself). ‘They must be in the cage or something,’ You thought.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) Grady, Owen’s sister, I was supposed to meet him here?” You said nervously, taking a step back from the man as his eyes lit up. There was no question in your mind that something evil had filled his own.

“He got called to a meeting,” The man explained and you nodded your head, unsure whether to trust him or not. Suddenly something forced you forward and over the railing, you flipped into the paddock and landed on the ground with a large thump.

“What the hell, you asshole!” You shouted to the man, glowering up at his smirking face. He had no reason whatsoever to push you, you hadn’t done anything to piss him off yet! He only smirked down at you before rushing away much to your irritation. You were about to yell once more, but your instincts screamed against it for someone was watching you no actually four someone’s were watching you.

You stood up quickly, your vision blurring slightly before settling. You started out to scan the paddock for the Raptors, mentally smacking yourself for being so stupid. The Raptors weren’t in the cage. How could you think that they were in a cage when it was obvious that they watched from the shadows in the little jungle in their enclosure?

Alan had explained that the Raptors were extremely intelligent in great detail, especially when it came to strategic planning, so you knew that if these Raptors wanted you dead they would have already killed you. They must know that you were defenseless against their attacks, you didn’t have a gun nor any weapon for that matter to protect you from their deadly sharp claws. Why weren’t they going in for the kill? Curiously, you watched as four Raptors appeared from the tree line. They didn’t seem in any way hostile and you weren’t sure why, but you didn’t mind actually you were grateful.

“Blue,” You whispered in complete awe of the Beta Raptor who stood in front of her sisters. Just by looking in her eyes you knew you weren’t sure on why, but you knew that these Raptors were not going to harm you in any way.

Blue raised her head, seeming surprised that you knew her name, but began to approach you, her long tail swinging behind her as she walked. Your eyes widened in surprise when nudged your stomach, admitting a loud purr. Even the other Raptors seemed shocked as their beta purred like a kitten. Alan would never believe this…

Blue turned around quickly to face her three sisters nearly knocking you over with her long tail and let out a chirp. Blue looked over at you innocently, tilting her head to the side as you yelped. Charlie, the youngest of the four, responded with a chirp and was the first (other than Blue, of course) to approach you, she was nearly three feet away when a loud yell could be heard. She immediately jumped, scurrying back to Delta and Echo. Blue, However, remained by your side.

“(Y/N),” Your brother called out softly, approaching both you and Blue slowly as if you were in any sort of danger. “Don’t move I’m coming to get you.”

“Blue, Stand down!” Owen ordered in a strict tone and within in an instant Blue had immediately jumped in front of you, snarling at her Alpha who had just threatened to take you away from her.

“Blue,” You called softly to the beta who stood in front of you in a defensive poise ready to attack if Owen took another step. She turned around at the sound of your voice and tilted her head once more, letting out a small chirp. “He won’t hurt me, Blue. He’s my brother.”

“Good Girl,” Owen watched in amazement as Blue followed your order and affectionately head butted your side with a loud purr. Blue didn’t even listen to him yet his little sister seemed to have the usually fierce, aggressive Raptor wrapped around her finger.

“H-How’d you do that?” Owen asked in disbelief and you didn’t answer since you didn’t even understanding it completely yourself so instead you simply threw your arms around your older brother, hugging tightly. Owen responded instantly and hugged you back. “I missed my annoying, little sister…” He laughed, chuckling when the Raptors began to nudge around them, Blue pushes Owen away and nuzzled against you but not before giving Owen a good slap with her tail. You giggled and praised the Raptor with a scratch on the head.