Supernatural & The Walking Dead

Warnings: death, sad, please don’t kill me :(

Plot: Reader dies on mission causing the Avengers to fall.

2 months she has been gone. 2 months and 4 weeks to be exact. Steve has been counting.

Y/N used to be part of the Avengers you see, until one day a mission had gone badly causing her death, Steve Rogers was the only one to witness the love of his life dying in his arms. The image repeatedly haunted him in his dreams at night.

🔁 Reblog for Cheryl

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

I’m not crying you are.

Pairing: Daryl x Reader; Sasha x Abraham (mentioned)

Word Count: 3002

Warnings: VIOLENCE, angst, cursing, canon-divergence, character death

Notes: Guys… I am fucking drained after this part. It turned way more intense than I expected but I’m so fucking proud of it. I am just really, really sorry. I hope you all like it… xox

“You are looking delectable,” he purred, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “Daryl sure is a lucky guy…”

“Fuck you,” You growled, spitting at him.

Backing away, he wiped a hand over his face and lifted a brow. A scowl appeared on his face and he balled his fist, charging toward you. Squeezing your eyes closed, you awaited the blow when Sasha cried out.

“Stop!” Her voice echoed and you could hear her struggling against her captor. “Dwight, stop! She’s pregnant!”

Pairing: Daryl x Reader, Maggie x Glenn (mentioned), Sasha x Abraham (mentioned)

Word Count: 2260

Warnings: Angst (obviously), cursing, violence, canon-divergence

Notes: FUCK!! Guys, you have no idea how excited I am about this chapter and the next one! Things start heating up a little now. I hope you all like it! Xox <3

Part Four of the Apostles of the Apocalypse Series.

The door of the caravan creaked open slowly and Sasha stood waiting, her arms crossed over her chest as she gazed down at you.

“We should probably talk.”

Pairing: Daryl x Reader, Maggie x Glenn

Word Count: 1826

Warnings: Angst, violence, canon-divergence

Notes: Okay guys… I cried really hard writing this. This part and the next part are gonna be full of feels so get your tissues ready. Hope you all like it! xox

Part Three of the Apostles of the Apocalypse Series

“It’s fine,” Maggie said, an edge to her voice as she gazed at you in worry. “Y/N.. what’s going on…?”

Your bottom lip trembled as you looked from Dr. Carson to Maggie to Paul. With a sigh, he shrugged, the look in his eyes telling you it wasn’t his decision to make. Taking a deep breath, your eyes found Maggie’s again as you whispered, terrified.

“I think I’m pregnant…”

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Word Count: 2348

Warnings: Angst, canon divergence

Notes: This is the sequel to Judas and the second part in the Apostles of the Apocalypse series. I hope you all like it! xox

Part One  Part Three

“I’m sorry,” Negan cried out, grabbing a handful of Daryl’s hair and yanking his head back. Daryl’s chest heaved and your heart pounded as Negan glared. “I didn’t quite hear that. Who are you?”

Daryl swallowed. “I’m Negan.”

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Word Count: 2488

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Cursing, Canon-divergence

Notes: So I was wondering earlier about what would happen if Daryl hadn’t said no to Negan… A little bit of this is word-for-word script from the show; I do not own any of it. I hope you all like it! xox

Part One of the Apostles of the Apocalypse Series

The sound of gravel crunching under wheels made you look up from the book your were reading, glancing over at Eugene as the car approached.

“Can you open the gate?” Rosita asked him, lifting a brow when he ignored her request. “Eugene.”

“Yeah?” He lifted his head enough to throw her an exasperated look.

She shook her head, her eyes widening. “Open the gate.”

Eugene stood reluctantly and moved around his makeshift desk when Spencer leaned over.

“Goin’ out to see if we can find anything for when they come.” The man informed the two of you, not that either of you cared too much. “Wanna help?”

You snorted a laugh, Rosita throwing a glare at you. The last thing you wanted to do was help Negan and his band of assholes, especially after they’d kidnapped Daryl. Rick had refused to let you go after your boyfriend, claiming it was too dangerous to do so and you’d called him a coward. You’d sided quickly with Maggie, knowing that, in the end, the only way this was going to be resolved was through war. Rick had disagreed and you were livid, finding it unbelievable that he was so willing to bend over and take it from the murderous scumbag, willing to put the entire community in danger because he didn’t have the balls to fight.

You’d returned to Alexandria reluctantly, only staying for Carl and Michonne. It gave you plenty of time to plan and gather the supplies you needed to break in to Negan’s base and rescue Daryl, providing he was still there to be rescued…

“I don’t believe I’d be up to that,” Eugene replied uncertainly.

“Yep, that sounds about right,” Rosita sighed, both of you rolling your eyes at the man’s obvious cowardice.

Eugene’s brow furrowed and he paused, gesturing toward what he’d been working on.

“I’ve been repairin’ this portable audio system for them,” he informed you all. “We’ll have a perfectly respectable music player when they arrive. I’m dealin’ in certainties and I’m doin’ my part to give them what they want.”

“And they want a stereo?” You asked, sarcasm dripping off of your every word.

The sound of motorcycles immediately silenced all of you and you pulled your gun from its holster. Cheerful whistling echoed as Rosita and Spencer exited the car, your blood running cold.

“Oh shit…” you whispered.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

Characters: Dean / Reader, Cas, Mary, mentions of Sam & Jessica, Charlie (Dean & (Y/N)’s kid), Alaina, (Sam & Jessica’s baby. Warnings: Angst, language Words: 2,025 Synopsis: Everything that goes down after Dean returns (with Mary) after he goes on his Soul-Bomb suicide mission to destroy Amara. A/N: (Y/N): your name. (Y/N/N): Your nick name.

You cocked your glock quietly, the last few days running through your mind. Dean had done the typical Dean thing and took the weight of the soul - bomb by himself. That meant that you’d lose your husband. Again. A noise shot through the bunker, one that sounded like gunshot, which made you quickly turn to Charlie. Your little two year old - one very familiar to gun shots - whimpered and moved towards you. “Mommy.” Charlie whined. “Mommy. Up.” “No, baby. Run. Hide in daddy and mommy’s room. Hide under the bed and don’t come back until mommy gets you.” “What if you a monster?” “What’s our secret code Charlie?” He looks to you with serious green eyes. “An now, wet the wild wumpus stawt!” “Yes. I’ll say that and you’ll know it’s me. Now go Charlie. Go!” You watch as your little two year old, barely managing to not trip over the hem of his pajamas; runs away. Lately when Dean had to leave he had a special shirt that he would leave for Charlie to wear. This time, the Van Halen shirt Charlie was sporting, comically looked like a dress. With a slam of the door, your son makes it to your room, and you heave a heavy sigh as you know at least one person of your family is safe.