Yes yes yes! I’m just the slowest updater in the universe. I’m almost done with another story of mine and once that’s finished She is Mine will be my main focus, promise!!! :]
Her fingers were splayed across his toned stomach admiring the gentle rise and fall that came with each steady breath. Their legs were intertwined, bodies still entangled, they were a mess of sheets and sex exhausted limbs. Every so often she’d gaze up at him to see if he were awake and each time she was met with eyelids shut fast over his bright blues, face devoid of anything other than tranquility.
He was always so peaceful when he slept, like an earthbound angel, all the stresses of the day seeming to melt away as he slumbered. She found herself enthralled by the sight of him sleeping, so enthralled even that the thought of leaving him was almost painful.
You fell in slow motion and it was funny only because it wasn’t – which made it an oxymoron, but the world never made sense even before it became a bigger nonsensical mess. You tripped and stumbled your way through the motions and maybe if you paced yourself a little slower and you weren’t trying to live so damn fast it would have been a little easier, but you never did learn how to stay still. Instead you learned how to duck from a hurled beer bottle, a raised belt, a meathook fist. Calm and quiet was a concept that did nothing for you, until Rick and Michonne.
You never had a plan for them.
Michonne best be damn thankful that she’s worth it.
He releases a rough sigh, one that gets him a nudge in the spine from Rick. Daryl mutters his annoyance on faint breath and refocuses.
No use denyin it, though. That she’s worth it.
For even deep in the dirt, literally, Daryl’s thoughts rest on a single thing: getting her back to him…them. Safe. It takes one blink for a walker to sneak past and get they damning teeth on ‘um, but the one thing center in Daryl’s focus is how he’s gonna get her out of this.
[Catch up on Serpents here]
Sorry this one is so short!
The Daryl parts are way too engraved in spoilers…guess i’ll just have to hurry up in finish ;]
I’ve been very busy packing to move + running my new writing advice blog writingwithcolor so it’s set my writing back, but i’m catching all the breaks I can! Anyways, thank you all for being so patient!
Walking Dead AU where Michonne is the cop and Rick is a notorious thief.
Or you know you can make it vice versa.
omg dont tempt me
Rick hates to admit to himself how weak he feels without Michonne. Even before their “pause,” he couldn’t stand when she was away from him, even within the semi-safe confines of the prison, liking her in his protective view as much as he liked his own son and daughter under his eye.
So for the last time he’d laid eyes on her, his glare cold heat and words dismissive, he’d told her he did not care, the exact opposite of how he felt, which was caring just so damn much.
But now she’d gone and who knows if she’s…
Rick’s stance unsets, his bones wobbly and weak; he juts back into a partial crouch before being noticed.
Michonne is alive.
This won’t be the way he leaves her. Has left her.
Yet there’s no way to promise this to himself until he gets inside this place.
And this is exactly why he can’t stand the waiting.
So he’ll wait no more.
Catch up on Serpents here. The final chapter coming soon to a ff.net near you ;]