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“Tell your boss to fuck off,” Levi says. “We ain’t got money. We ain’t got nothin’ he wants.”
“Everyone’s got something Erwin wants,” Mike says. “Here’s my advice for you, little guy. He’s gonna come to you, one day, offering you something. Something that’s gonna be hard to refuse. But you've gotta refuse, all right? For your own sake, you've gotta say no to him.”
If it were that easy, Levi thinks, the bastard wouldn’t own half the souls in this shitty town.
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02 Jul 2026
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we're waiting on a heartbeat (can anybody hear me?) by jurassicqueer (kukurosaki)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)
14 Oct 2021
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Glenn is all his three month old nephew has left when the apocalypse reaches Atlanta. He's going to make sure he's enough.
OR: Glenn really didn't anticipate finding a life partner while raising an infant, but the end of the world is as good a place to start as any.
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30 May 2026
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“Then why the hell’d you-” Daryl cut himself off, seeing the other members of their mottley camp drawn to the commotion.
“I-” Glenn started, still staring at Daryl, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.
“Is everything alright over here?” Shane’s voice carried across the way, though his shape was just another shadow in the dark, far away as it was. Daryl felt his blood run cold, a chill lancing down his spine. His head whipped around frantically. If his brother had seen… Well, Glenn would have worse things to worry about than a couple bruises. And so would Daryl, for that matter. He’d rather be skinned like a damn rabbit.
“You breathe a goddamn word of this shit,” Daryl hissed, rounding on Glenn again to loom over him.
“I won’t,” Glenn hastened to placate him, shaking his head adamantly. “I swear I wouldn’t - I won’t.”
Daryl huffed out an aggravated sound. He looked at Glenn long and hard, their eyes meeting under the flickering light of the campfire, casting their skin in waxing shades of orange.
“I won’t,” Glenn said again, so soft and earnest that Daryl couldn’t bear to look at him. He nodded, once, in a short, sharp flick of his head, before turning away.
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- Part 1 of Somewhere Along the Way
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29 May 2026
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What if Jesus had ended up at Woodbury instead of the Hilltop? What if he met the group at the prison in season 3?
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Paul rounded the corner to the row of cells leading to the one he’d been locked in, only to find Daryl there, in the middle of the walkway, staring at the spot Paul was supposed to be. Paul stopped and took a bite out of the cookie in his hand. It was sweet and horribly stale. Hard as a rock, it crunched loudly when it broke under the force of his teeth.
Daryl’s head whipped around and their eyes locked. Paul watched in fascination as Daryl’s expression slipped quickly from surprise to anger, his face flushing red all the way down his neck. Paul took another almost painful bite of the cookie, crunching noisily while he chewed.
“The hell’re you doin’?”
“You didn’t leave me any food. I was hungry,” Paul said, raising what remained of the cookie in explanation. “I was coming back like a good prisoner.”
“Good prisoners don’t go walkin’ around the prison stealin’ shit.”
Paul hummed in thought. “I suppose it depends on how you define a good prisoner, doesn’t it?”
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“Would’ve been better off on my own!” Daryl called out, swinging his crossbow around to drive the butt of it firmly into a walker’s skull. The walker fell to the ground but Daryl didn’t have time to revel in the small victory, swinging the crossbow around again to slam it into the side of another walker’s head.
“You’d have been eaten alive ten minutes ago if you were on your own,” Paul called back.
Daryl could barely see the other man except in flashes of shadow, spinning through the greyed-out world around them. He could hear him, though, if only in the squelching sounds of his knives being pried from rotted skulls. Daryl reared back and landed a kick to an approaching walker’s chest. It fell backwards, one leg twisting so hard that it was accompanied by the loud, sickening crack of bone breaking. Slamming his crossbow sideways took out the next walker.
“Least the company’d be better."
“You know,” Paul called back, his tone jovial between the small grunts of exertion, “it’s nice that even the bad weather and the even worse circumstances don’t dampen that sunny disposition of yours.”
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26 May 2026