#twd request

The Walking Dead

Request: Can you write a fic where Shane doesn't die? Like he goes off on his own and meets up with Rick's little sister? The groups eventually meet up and the past comes back like a slap to the head.

Summary: You never expected to see your brother again. Now here he is. This is your chance to have your only family member back. The only problem is what bumps will come up along the way?

Rating: Mature for later chapter

Warning: Doesn't follow the show!

Pairings: Shane Walsh/Reader

AO3 Link: Meet Again Part 1

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“It’s fucking cold.”

That had been the thought going through Rick’s mind the most. It was nearly December, and being on the road was difficult. After a series of near death experiences and meeting various psychos along the way, finding a new home was the one goal that Rick was trying to achieve.

Glancing over his shoulder, he met Michonne’s gaze. Neither had said it but they both knew it was time to find a safe place to lay low. Wandering through the woods wasn’t doing anyone in their group any good.

“Its too quiet”

Carl commented in a low tone. Rick met his eldest son’s eyes with a nod. Carl was right. Things had been too quiet, and it was beginning to become unnerving. Rick hadn’t been used to quiet. Quiet was a forgotten concept for everyone in the group.

A rustle in a nearby bush made everyone freeze. Rick’s hand immediately went to his gun.

There goes the quiet.

Rick thought coldly as Carl shoved Judith behind him.

“Are you bit?”

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

So I do have the skeleton of an idea for a part 2. I'm thinking from the episode Merle is handcuffed to the roof... tension, drama, angst, fluff, maybe even some smut...

Daryl is getting so much love here. DAMN-

You can find it here:

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader (Negan’s so) has a panic attack because she thought Negan was going to die when he fought simon and he comforts her?

Pictures and screams still rushed through your mind as you fell to your knees in the corner of the pantry, shifting your body into the cold stone until your arms were hugging your legs. Sobs and whimpers left your lips as they blurred your view, turning the stocked metal regals that were hiding you into a wavy mess while your own heartbeat was pulsing up your throat. You’d almost lost him. One wrong step, one missed punch and Simon would’ve gotten the upper hand back. One wrong step, one missed punch and Simon would have killed him. The scene was playing over and over in your head on repeat, showing how Simon caught Negan by surprise and punched him to the ground, how his fist drove down on him over and over again while you couldn’t do a single thing. There was only one pic keeping the relief in you upright to fight the panic and it was nothing else than the one of Negan kneeling over Simon, closing his hands around his throat until the life drained away from his body. And that was exactly the last thing you had seen in the hall before the panic in your body took over and urged you away, telling you that if you wouldn’t move now, you would break down in the middle of the whole Sanctuary. And now you were here, rocking softly back and worth, with your fingers fumbling nervously on the worn fabric of your pants while your throat only brought muffled cries and strained whimpers out. You couldn’t lose him too, you couldn’t lose him like anybody else and while you had liked to think all this time that Negan was untouchable, these moments brought you back to reality, showed you how fast you could lose him too. You couldn’t take that again, you just couldn’t, you couldn’t see him torn up and blood overflown like your family and friends,. Your whole body cramped just by the memory and the thought what had just almost happened, forcing you to choke out another cry as your body shock with harsh trembles.

“Baby? (Y/N), fuck...where are you?”, a deep and still strained voice made you flinch against the cold stone walls, slightly stumbling but still heavy footsteps following as you saw his shadow catching through the paths between the shelfs. You couldn’t grasp a clear thought as you saw him coming closer, whimpers still leaving your lips before your blurred eyes caught hazel ones that stared within seconds down at you. “Oh shit...”, left his lips as your eyes ran over his face, catching the wound on his temple and cheekbone that still let a little blood trickle down his skin. You couldn’t stop more shivering breaths to fall from your lips as you caught him rushing towards you until he kneeled down in front of you and leaned Lucille against the nearest wall. “Damn Sweetheart...what-”, he mumbled, cutting himself off as he cupped your face, stroking the tears from your skin as you tried to churn out words. “I thought...I thought he was gonna kill you”, you mumbled, your breath still heavy as the next tears rolled down your face, paired with the words that made every muscle of yours cramp. “But he didn’t, see? I’m as alive and fuckin’ brisk as ever”, he said, trying to calm you as he put a smile on his lips and leaned a little closer, showing you even more of his wounds. “You need to get patched up”, you sniffed, reaching one of your trembling hands up to trail them over the skin beneath the wound that was boasting on his cheekbone. “No, no that can wait till later...what I fuckin need to do now is calm my girl down”, he softly chuckled even though there was worry swinging in his glance, mixed with the exhaustion from the fight. He sighed quietly as he let himself fall next to you, suppressing to groan out loud as soon as his body hit the ground. “Come here, I could use some damn cuddling with you too after that whole shit”, he said with another chuckle as he opened his arms and motioned for you to climb into his lap. You nodded quietly in response, moving your still shaking body closer, aching for his warmth and closeness until you could huddle up in his lap and feel his arms wrapping around you. You felt a little relieve washing your veins as you nuzzled your face against his neck, breathing his comforting scent in as you could feel his head leaning against yours. “And a blowjob but that can wait”, he mumbled with a chuckle against your forehead, pressing a kiss to your skin as you snorted softly. He was trying to cheer you up, you could tell. He was trying in his very own way but it worked, it always had worked before and it was working now.  “Now that’s what I wanted to hear!”, he chuckled triumphal, as he pulled you closer into his warm embrace, playing some more kisses on your skin, tickling you softly with his beard stubble while you slowly began to calm down. You were still on edge to fall back into the panic, you could feel it luring behind every dark corner in your mind but Negan’s warmth and affection helped you fighting it just now, even though there were still sniffled and small whimpers that managed to press themselves out of your lips. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to focus on what helped you the most: his scent, his touch, those small growls that rumbled though his chest, his warmth, his nose that nuzzled into your hair, his hot breath that brushed over your skin. “I can’t lose you”, you still choked out, feeling how Negan held you even closer the moment your voice hushed. “You won’t lose me, not now, not fuckin’ ever and that’s a damn promise”, he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your skin, “Always gonna be right here with ya.” The warmth within you began to spark further out as you let those words echo through your head, over and over again, slowly silencing your fears as you melted into his touch.

You didn’t know how long you exactly stayed this way but slowly, you calmed down, you heartbeat stopped pounding against your ribcage and got back to its regular thumping, your breath changed from rapid to relaxed, your body let loose and your whirling mind got finally silenced as well. “Better now?”, you heard Negan eventually ask, his deep voice vibrating against your skin as you slowly began to nod. “Yeah.” You could hear him clearing his throat as he moved a little, enough so he could still keep you in his embrace as he lifted one arm and let his fingers grasp your chin. Tilting it up you glanced into his eyes that roamed over your face, still searching for any tiny bit panic that could be left until he seemed to be sure that you were fine again. Giving you a small smile he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soothing kiss as his mouth caressed over yours, kissing away the salty but dried tears that had lingered on your lips. “Alright, then how ‘bout we head upstairs? I let Carson check my damn wounds and then we run some nice ass bath or some shit, sounds good?”, he asked as soon as his lips parted from yours, his fingers still tracing along your jaw as you felt a smile creeping up your lips as you softly nodded. Your exes were fixed on him for another few seconds, on his hazel eyes that glanced with deep affection and relief at you and his dimples that were slightly showing through the salt and pepper stubble as he grinned while the hope and warmth were fully beginning to take over your mind again. He wasn’t only gonna be right there with you, the very same counted the other way around as well. There would always be threats and there would always be this tormenting panic to lose him but you had each other to fight these threats and fears, and in the end, that was all that counted.

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Warnings: Shooting, blood mentioned, swearing

Word Count: 731

Writer: Jill/Savannah @mistersourwolf

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

You didn’t quite remember, but what you did know, was that it hurt. It hurt like hell.

It was supposed to be simple. Get food, get medicine, get anything you could find. And go home. Go home to Daryl. But, then again. No simple run ends pretty.

The first thing you remember was gun fire going off, the confusion on your face turning into horror as you watched them, every single one of those damn walkers burst through the door, the rest was more of a blur, but the sudden feeling of warmth over through you as you furrowed your eyebrows and glanced down at the sight of blood. Was it yours? Or someone else’s? But all of a sudden a feeling of pain overwhelmed you along with confusion. Did someone shoot you? You didn’t know. What you did know, was that it was becoming more painful by the minute. Your eyes looked up, meeting with Glenn’s who suddenly panicked and rushed over towards you, your knees giving out as you collapsed onto the solid floor. Thanking the stars that the walkers around you were dead instead of alive and eating at your flesh. “Y/n! Y/n, hold on, it’s gonna be okay. See? It’s gonna be okay just hold on!”

Feeling the pressure on your wound made you groan, glancing as others ran over towards your aid, though, after that everything else was a blur. In and out, you remember small pieces. Like being in the back of the car with your head in Rosita’s lap, telling you everything was gonna be okay.

But after that, it went dark.

The bright light was blinding as your eyes slowly opened. Daryl rushed to your side, squeezing your hand to let you know he was there. Your vision was blurry but soon your eyes adjusted. A small but yet visible smile formed on your lips. Daryl’s eyes were bloodshot and it was clear that he had been crying.

“Baby,” you whispered, it was hard to talk as your throat was dry and scratchy.

Daryl knew immediately, handing you a glass of water that had been sitting on your nightstand.

You sat up, sipping at the water. The cold water soothed your throat and Daryl took it putting it back where it was.

“Imma kill whoever did this to you,” He huffed, Daryl was always protective of you. It took everything he had just to let you go on this run without him and of course something had to happen to you. “Who did it?”

You squeezed his hand, disagreeing, “Daryl, it was an accident, you-“

“It don’t matter!” He walked away, starting to pace the room. “Nah, they’re peachy fine while you lay up in this bed, it ain’t right.”

Your heart warmed because you knew this probably hurt him more than it did you. And it was extremely painful, a burning sensation had taken over your body but that was most of what you could remember.

“Daryl, baby I need you to listen to me.” You called out, hoping he’d come back to your bedside. All you wanted to do was hold him, but he was too pissed off to take into account that maybe that’s what you really needed.

You watched as Daryl mumbled swears under his breath, looking angrier than you’d ever seen. Within a few minutes he was able to calm himself down, rushing back over to your side and sitting down on the bed. His green eyes stared into yours, and you could how much pain he was in.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” You explained, tearing up. You reached out your hand, touching the side of his face and trailing your thumb back and forth.

“You scared the hell outta me.” You pulled him down, laying his head on your chest as he began to cry. Your fingers combed through his hair, trying to calm him.

“I know, baby, but I promise I’m not ever leaving this Earth without you.” You said, staring up at the ceiling, counting your blessings.

Daryl finds the completley distraught reader after she had to went through a nightmare caused by a another man...

Warning: Near rape  Requested

“(Y/N), you’re in here?”, you heard a male voice ask before the door of the infirmary swung open. Turning around you saw Brent walk in, a guy that had been in Alexandria for a bit now, while his eyes directly focused on you as he came closer. “What are you doing?”, he asked in a friendly tone while you took another pack of tablets and put them into a drawer. "Just unpacking the stuff I found on the run. If you need something you should talk to Denise first", you said looking up to him while his glance was still stuck on you. "Oh no I'm perfectly fine", he said as you saw him leaning against the counter. You looked a bit irritated at him, asking yourself what he wanted else before you continued unpacking the box. You didn't stop until you suddenly felt his hands on your hips and his voice starting to talk. "You should take a break", he muttered in a husky tone before you turned around and looked questioning at him. "You seem really tensed up lately, I could help you to get rid of that stress", he said, his glance goring through you as you felt how his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body close against his while you could feel your body tensing up under his touch and glance. "I'm fine, I'll go catch some fresh air", you said, beginning to slip out of his grip while you felt how the feeling of uncomfortableness spread through your body and you just wanted to get out of the infirmary. You began to walk as you felt a strong grip on your wrist pulling you harshly back while a shiver ran down your back. "Let go", you said tensed trying to stay calm while he began to pull you harsher back into his embrace. "I meant it", he said as you felt his glance stuck on your body. "And I meant what I said too. Let go'", you hissed before his grip around you tightened and you began to feel panic coming up as he pushed you closer to the counter, caging you up between him, the counter and the wall to your side that formed like a prison around you. "Brent. Let. Me. Go. I don't want to", you said, hearing how the upcoming panic got impact on your voice. "Yeah, this is your little game isn't it? Making me hot all day and then just playing hard to get but this isn't the way it works", he growled now while grinding against you and you began to desperately try to get out of his grip. "I didn't do anything, stop Brent, just stop", you said feeling how your body began to shake as he pulled you closer against his body and his hand slid under your shirt. "Don't touch me!", you loudly growled now before his hand moved quickly to your mouth covering it as your heart began to race. "Don't act like you don't want it you were literally begging for it", he growled in your ear before you felt him pressing himself against you once again beginning to fumble onto the zipper of your pants. You whimpered, tried to scream but all what got out was muffled as you tried to move your legs and kick him not wanting to imagine what would happen if that wouldn't work. "Don't", he growled as you heard how a belt got unblucked while your breath hitched and your eyes widened in panic. You whimpered again, feeling how tears began to burn in your eyes as you kept trying to somehow get away from him. His hand moved from your mouth but before you could scream again his lips slammed onto yours, your stomach turning before your teeth tug onto his lower lip. He hollered as you kept biting, hoping it would make him letting go of you as his fist hit your cheek. You gasped as the stinging pain spread from you cheek over your face, another whimper escaping your lips before his hand covered your mouth again, the other pulling you up to him. His glance gored through you a he looked angrily grunting at you. "Stupid bitch...just gonna make it longer, well thanks for that", he growled, a disgusting grin on his lips as he spoke the last words while you tried to not let your fight end. Your chest tightened even harder than before as you felt how he let go of one of your hands and the sound of a zipper being unzipped sounded through the room. Your glance panically searched for something to help you as your glance captured the small box you had began to unpack. Not thinking twice your hand snapped the box while he was fumbling on his pants, slammed the box against his head as he howled, cursed and his grab loosened for a second. And you used every little bit of this second. You slipped out, panting as you just began to ran and ran, leaving the infirmary behind yourself. The panic still erased everything else in your brain as you ran as fast as you could towards your house, got as fast as you could in and ran up the stairs. You panically ripped and shook the doorknob of your room, finally getting it open as you stormed in and slammed the door behind you. Panting you twisted the key as often as you could, locking the door before you made the last steps over to the bed, letting yourself fall next to it. Just then you noticed the hot tears that were streaming down your face, the loud whimpers escaping your lips over and over again while you brought your legs close to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you kept panting. It still felt like his hands were all over you, his scent sticking on you while all you wanted was to get that feeling from your body. Shower, you wanted to shower, wash all the disgusting shit he had left on you from your skin but you were too afraid to get out of the room. A sudden knock on the door let you gasp and flinch up, while you feared that Brent could wait for you behind the door before you heard a familiar voice. "(Y/N)? You okay?", you heard Daryl's voice sound through the door while you tried to get your tears under control. "Hey, what's wrong?", followed as you still sat pressed against the side of the bed. "Nothing. Everything's fine", you brought out while your tries to let your voice sound calm stayed pretty unsuccessful. "It's not. I hear you", Daryls tensed voice sounded through the door before you let out a sigh and slowly got up. You slowly and on weak knees walked over to the door, your trembling hand wrapping around the doorknob before you finally opened it with a click. As soon as you saw him it broke out of you again, you felt how his arms wrapped around you and pulled you deeply into his embrace while you couldn't stop to uncontrollably cry. Daryl said something, but you couldn't hear him over the loudness of your sobs before you felt how you got carefully carried over to your bed. He let you gently down what didn't make you to stop holding onto him. "What happened?", was the first thing you heard him say while you tried to get your trembling and your sobs under control. "Brent...h-he", you began, breaking out in tears again while Daryl pulled you closer. "What? (Y/N) what did he do?", Daryl asked, now in a tensed tone while you tried to somehow get your voice under control   "He almost...", you stopped again to catch your breath while you could feel Daryl staring at you. "Raped m-me...", you brought somehow out before the lump in your throat made it impossible for you to talk again. You heard Daryl growl and curse as he pulled you into his arms, the curses that came through his mouth got muffled as you got pressed into his clothed chest. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest as he pulled you even closer, planting a kiss on your head before you finally heard his voice. “He’s never gonna do that again”, you heard Daryl say, a tension in his voice that told you that he wanted to beat Brent until the last bit of life had left his body and you knew that the only thing holding him back was you and your still shaking body he needed to take care of. You nuzzled your head into the curve of his neck and felt how he stroke soothing over your back as he held you tight and the panic began to slowly wash out of your body. You slowly calmed down, Daryl’s voice, his scent, his touch letting the sobs slowly silence while you finally felt safe again. Suddenly you flinched up as you heard his voice, Brent’s voice, calling someone on the street, your body heating up again while you could feel Daryl’s tensing against yours, a growl leaving his mouth. Instead of holding you tighter, he slowly losened his hug and slowly got up as more panic shot through your veins. "Don't go, please don't leave me alone", you begged clinging onto his hand while your heart began to race again and Daryl tensed up harder. "He’s to pay for what he has done”, Daryl said loudly, his voice pitching in between high, like it always did when he felt that messed up and angry.  Daryl bowed down, placing a kiss on your head before he looked at you. "You're safe here, everything's gonna be okay", he said before he let go of you and stormed out of the room, already clenching his fists. You just sat there, on your bed, staring at the window before you flinched up again, now because of Daryl’s angry voice that sounded throught the air. You couldnt really understand what he was saying, but the tone told you enough. What if Brent would hurt him? What if? You gulped down, feeling the fear in your body rising as you heard the mix of Daryl and Brent’s voices before some thuds followed and you just couldn’t just sit there and do nothing anymore You feared too much that he would hurt Daryl and this fear was actually stronger than the one you had about Brent and what he had done and almost done. On weak legs, that felt more like jelly than flesh and bone, you slowly stumbled out of your house already seeing some people standing around the two men on the ground, no one of them seemed to know what to do to get the both of them from another and especially didnt seem to know why this scene in front of them was happening. You walked with harshly beating heart and trembling body closer, seeing Daryl who was bend over Brent, keeping him on the hard ground while he didn’t stop to beat him. ”You don’t touch her”, Daryl’s voice brought out, half screaming, half panting while his fist shot down to Brent’s face over and over again. A loud gasp escaped your lips as Brent pushed Daryl from him, sat up to him and began to beat Daryl, who struggled for a moment. "Daryl", you called out breathless, feeling the fear and the lump in your throat growing again. You stood there, wanting to help Daryl but before you could move your legs that  felt like glued to the ground you saw Rick running towards them, pulling Brent just moments later from Daryl’s body before he rose his voice. “What the hell is going on here?”, Rick asked louldly while he held the fighting back Brent back as Daryl got panting up. Another whimper escaped your lips as you saw his blood smeared face while Daryl’s eyes glared down to Brent. “He tried to ra-”, Daryl brought out before his gasps and the uneasiness in his voice broke his sentence. Daryl swallowed hard, his gasps letting his chest rise and fall quickly before he got his voice back. “He tried to rape (Y/N)”, he called out, before Brent’s voice let you flinch up again. “She wanted i-”, you heard him say before his voice got overtones by Daryl’s loud growl. “Bullshit”, he spatted, still glaring before his gaze went up and he captured you again, his eyes widened as he saw the way you were looking at him. Daryl growled one more time at the still fighting Brent before he stormed over to you and you could feel tears burning in your eyes again. "It's okay", Daryl breathed heavily as he stopped right in front of you before pulling you into his arms again. You sunk against him, your legs giving in again before Daryl turned his body, letting you look into the direction of Rick who still kept Brent under control. You looked at him, the glance in his eyes told you exactly what he’d do with Brent now and there was only one thing holding him back. But with the slow nod you gave him you let this last thing vanish, just like the bullet let the life of the disgusting monster on the ground vanish out of his body.

Requested

• After a long time of working, experimenting, trying, failing and trying again and again, you would finally try to save an Alexandrian who has been bitten minutes ago by injecting the cure you are sure about that it works now. As you would then begin you would be interrupted by Sasha, telling you to not be insane and just cut the bitten arm off if you want to save the one. As the Alexandria would insist to just try the cure and it would actually work, Sasha would come up to you, telling you that she is sorry for not trusting into your ability and that she is just amazed by what you created 

• Daryl would be the one who had always brought you walkers to examine and take samples of. He would have always gone out into the woods asking himself if getting you these dead pricks would actually end up helping you to find the cure. Either way, he would do it for you. As he would then see that his small doubts had been proven wrong, he’d compliment you for doing such a great work and actually be a bit proud that with getting you the walkers, he helped you somehow. • Eugene would be the one who was the most interested in a scientific way in what you were trying to do over the whole time. He would stroll around the hospital pretty often, acting awkward whenever you would catch him but would here and there ask you about the progress. Seeing then the Alexandrian healing, he would be stunned by your success and would be even more interested to find out about how you did it. • Glenn would be proud of you, for working that hard for something you believe in, but would be at the same time concerned about you and ask himself if you’re getting yourself into something that is just not meant to succeed. As Maggie would then tell him to come over and see what happens to the Alexandrian, both of them would show you how amazed they are and would not only be happy that you can heal others now, but also because their kid is going to grow up with more perspectives and safety than they thought • Aaron would have heard already shortly after taking you all to Alexandria what you were trying to do. He would be amazed by your determination and trying again and again after failing so often but would also have his doubts even though he would see that you are very talented. As he would then see your success, he would be proud of you but also be glad to see that everyone who still doubted that bringing Rick’s group to Alexandria was a good idea, would now be persuaded. 

• Seeing you experimenting and even Daryl bringing dead walkers in, many Alexandrian people would be concerned but also interested and they would mostly ask Carol for information. Even though Carol would have her doubts as well, she would calm the Alexandrians down and tell them what they like to hear. But next to the Alexandrian’s doubts, her doubts would vanish as well, as she would see you saving one of them. When she would be alone with you, she would tell you how proud she is and that she won’t doubt anything regarding your abilities again.  • After the fail with DC and Eugene’s lie, Abraham wouldn’t want to hear anything about a cure or your try to create one again. But as he would then see that your medicine actually works he’d stand there, stunned and not believing that he actually gets to see that after all, before cursing to himself, walking over to you and telling you that you did some great ass shit there

• Rosita would ask you the whole time while you were still experimenting if you seriously want to waste all the medicine and other supplies you used. As she would then see that you did everything else than waste the supplies she’d somehow overcome her pride and tell you that you did a great job and she’s grateful that you didn’t listen to her. • As Carl would see the Alexandrian healing and recovering he would think about the people that could still be alive if the cure had been found earlier, even though he would try to not think about it and look forward and think about the people you are now able to save and keep safe including everyone in the group, as well as his little sister. • Rick would have watched what you were doing from afar and all the different things you were trying to do to get the cure. He would exactly know that you have great abilities and that you know what you are doing but wouldn’t be sure if, with the things you have in Alexandria, you would actually be able to heal something that complex. As he would then hear about the Alexandrian and that no symptoms are showing, he would be extremely proud of you and tell you that you are a big part of building something up in Alexandria  • Seeing you mostly working all night long, getting almost no sleep, Michonne would ask herself if it was worth to work that much for something that might never work out.  She wouldn’t tell you that directly but would come over and tell you to take a rest. As she would then see the Alexandrian recovering, no fever, no other symptoms and the bite healing like a normal wound, she would see that all the work was actually worth it and would realize what wonder you created before coming over to you and telling you how proud she is. • Father Gabriel would have had his doubts as well and would have wondered if you are able to do something that big. But after seeing what kind of wonder you created, he would tell you that your abilities are truly a gift from god and that he is proud that you used them for something that good. • Tara would help to care about the Alexandrian while they are still recovering in the improvised hospital and would be amazed. Over time she would realize that you actually cured this person and are able to prevent everyone else from turning after being bitten or after dying.  Even though she would have known about your abilities, she would still have had her doubts that would now be completely vanished once for all.

• Morgan would be over the whole time you’re trying and even failing, concerned about you and would hope that you don’t begin to obsess about it and lose yourself in the end. But as he would then see that all you did was working hard for what you believe in and you could actually succeed, he would be proud and tell you that, as well as promising to not doubt you again