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y/n: we saved our best idea for last!
rick: if it was our best idea, why did we save it for last?
shane: 'cause we didnβt know it was our best idea until all our other ideas turned out to be shit.
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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader
Warnings: sickness, usual the walking dead themes
Word count: 1k+
A/n: Let's get into those flashbacks! Hope you enjoy it!
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Your sickness got worse. So much worse.
And you were all alone with itβuntil Daryl and Merle showed up.
At first, Daryl didnβt know why Merle bothered. He wasnβt the kind of guy to play nursemaid, and he sure as hell wasnβt the type to stick around when things got tough. But for some reason, he kept dragging Daryl back to that rundown trailer in the middle of nowhere, like it was just another stop on their endless list of bad decisions.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader
Warnings: sickness, usual the walking dead themes
Word count: 500+
A/n: So I had this little idea for a one-shot for a while now, it was supposed to be just something really really short but it kinda turned out to be more than that, so it'll be a smoll shortie series of flashbacks and late night conversations between Daryl and Rick, maybe someone else too??? We shall see. Hope you enjoy it!
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The fire crackles between them, casting long shadows on the ground. The night is quietβtoo quietβbut neither of them seems to mind.
βI had someoneβ¦ 'fore it all began,β Daryl mutters, breaking the silence.
Series: The Cockroach
Pairings: Negan Smith x Female! Reader; Lucille Smith x Female! Reader; Negan Smith x Lucille Smith
Word count: 2,5k+
Warnings: usual twd themes, cancer mentions and treatment, nightmares
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It had been days. Maybe longer. Time didnβt feel real anymore.
Your bruises were still ugly, your ribs still sore, but at least you could move without wanting to vomit. Progress. Physically, at least. Mentally? Different story. Sleep was a joke, and when it did come, it wasnβt reliefβit was Murphy. His voice, his face, his name sitting heavy in your throat like a swallowed scream.
Series: The Cockroach
Word count: 1,5k+
Pairings: Negan Smith x Female! Reader; Lucille Smith x Female! Reader; Negan Smith x Lucille Smith
Warnings: injuries, usual twd themes
A/n: It's all getting a little bit complicated...
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You woke up feeling like absolute shit.
Not just the regular, run-of-the-mill βI didnβt sleep wellβ kind of shit. No, this was a special kind of miseryβthe kind that made you feel like youβd either been hit by a truck or had the worst night of your life in the city, drinking cheap whiskey and making terrible decisions. Except, in this case, the whiskey was your own tears, and the bad decision was apparently existing.
Series: The Cockroach
Word count: 1,2k+
Pairings: Negan Smith x Female! Reader; Lucille Smith x Female! Reader; Negan Smith x Lucille Smith
Warnings: injuries, usual twd themes
A/n: Well... that was fast. Hopefully, I can write my other series just as fast as this one hehe
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The despairing cries that tore from your throat shattered Lucilleβs heart. She held you tighter, pressing your face into her chest, trying to muffle the soundβbut it didnβt make the pain any less real.
Your whole body shook uncontrollably, wracked with sobs that you couldnβt contain. Lucille didnβt know what to do to help you, to make it all better. She kissed the crown of your head, whispering soft reassurances, her hand rubbing slow, steady circles on your backβa grounding, constant motion.
Series: The Cockroach
Word count: 2,4k+
Pairings: Negan Smith x Reader; Lucille Smith x Reader; Negan Smith x Lucille Smith
Warnings: usual twd themes, slight mention of SA
A/n: Let me know what you think! Slowly getting back to writing and this series was and always will be my roman empire. Also I hope you love my boy Murphy just as much as I do π₯°
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The morning sun was warm against your skin, but you were too drained to care. Dehydrated, starving, and trudging along an endless road, there was no energy left for even a sliver of appreciation. You passed Murphy without a word, too caught up in your own exhaustion.
Not many things could dampen the mood between you two, but hunger and the apocalypse apparently made the list. Your relationship with Murphy had always been easyβbuilt on years of jokes, teasing, and an unspoken understanding. But now? Now, for the first time, there was actual tension, and you fucking hated it.
y/n: why are you two holding hands?
maggie: he was scared.
glenn: IβM NOT SCARED.
y/n: β¦do you want me to hold your otherβ
glenn, grabbing their hand: yes.