Till The End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 1

Bad Batch S3 Ep3 (out of context)

Till the End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 3

Chapter 1

Endings and Beginnings

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“Why are you in my house?” Comes a voice from behind him. Daryl spins around and aims towards where the voice came from. He sees a sharp movement from lower towards the ground and aims his bow lower till her can see. “P-please don’t hurt m-me.” A small girl has tears running down her face and is hugging a stuffed cow close to her. “Your ‘ight. I ain’t gon hurt ya.” Daryl lowers his aim off of the girl and looks her over for a minute. “Where's your parents kid?” Daryl looks around the corner to see if someone is about to come in after her. “They left a couple of days ago and haven't come back.” The girl sniffles as she talks, making it take longer for her to respond. “Sorry kid but they're probably gone.” Daryl decides to talk to the kid since he doesn’t think she’s going anywhere else, at least not for a while. “You mean they're not coming back?” The little girl looks like she’s about to start crying all over again and Daryl is too busy taking cans and jars out of the girl’s pantry to realize it. “Nah kid, they’re-” Daryl stops when he hears the girl start crying again, this time harder. “Ah, shit. Look I’m sorry. I’m not used to kids.” Daryl kneels on the ground in front of her in hopes that he can calm her down. He doesn’t know what else to do, yet before he can come up with anything the girl leans her body onto his. Daryl’s body tenses and freezes on the touch. He sits like that for a moment before he cautiously moves his arms around her. “What's your name kid?” Daryl speaks as softly as he can, realizing that his voice may scare her. “Crimson.” She says through her sniffles. “Daryl Dixon.” he simply says back to her. “Oh, Crimson Mills. That's my full name.” She pulls out of the weird hug slowly, just enough to see his face. Daryl keeps his hands on her shoulders, as if she may run away. “Alright Crimson Mills, would you like to come back to where I’m staying? I hate to break it to you, but your parents probably aren’t coming back. But I’ll tell you what, we can leave them a note so they can find you if they do come back?” Daryl tries to sound as nice as he can, and he tries to read her face but he can’t tell if she's going to start crying again or not. Instead of replying, Crimson just nods her head. “Alright, do you want to write the note?” Again, Crimson just nods in response before she runs off. Daryl sits for a moment, lost in thought. What the heck were they going to do with a kid? He only wastes a second more before packing up the rest of the kid’s food. By the time he’s brought the bag out to his bike, he sees that the girl has left the note on the counter. She had come down a little earlier to ask where to put that her parents could pick her up. He told her to just write the prison, and they would know where it was. She came out the door with the backpack on, full of the things that Daryl had helped her pack. Some clothes, her coloring book, her string that she used to make bracelets, and she held her stuffed cow, who he has learned is named Moo Moo, in her arms. “Ready? I ain’t wain all day.” She only nods yes in return and shuts the door to her house behind her. When she sees that none of the monsters are close, she walks to the gate. She glances up at Daryl, sending him a worried look. “ ‘Ts alright, they won’t get ya” He opens the gate for her and lets her through before closing it behind her. He lifts her up and sets her on the motorcycle seat, in front of where he will sit. He shows her where to lean forward slightly and hold onto the handlebars. “Ready?” Daryl looks down and expects her to only nod, but to his surprise, she responds. “Yes, I love motorcycles.” He sees the giant grin on her face and almost smirks himself. As they take off towards the prison Crimson doesn’t even realize that her parents are with all the other monsters watching as they drive by. Her thoughts stuck to the fact that she was riding on a motorcycle. She is only six.

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Hi, I'm so sorry for disappearing for a while with no context.

We found out around Christmas time that my mom had cancer and it took a lot out of me and my family. I'm just now getting back into a schedule and back to things I enjoy doing. I'm probably going to still be on and off for a bit but I'm gonna be here as much as I can.

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“We will get through this. I promise.”

“Please come home.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Why are you so damn nice to me.”

“Why are you following me around like a lost duckling.”

“I love you, and that scares the shit outta me.”

“Stop pretending to be ok.”

“I hate it when you cry.”

“Why do you hate me so much.”

“Hey, can you help me out with something?”

“Sorry doesn’t just fix everything.”

“You fucked up, and now you have to fix it. I’m not just going to pretend you didn’t hurt me.”

“Why won't you tell me when you’re not ok?”

“I want to go home.” (Hospital)

“I hate this stupid bed.” (Hospital)

“Just a few more days, and you can come home.” (Hospital)

“I’ll stay right here the whole time.” (Hospital)

“Can't you just not work today?”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize I love you.”

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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Words: 1995

Warnings/Notes: Swearing, let me know if y'all want a part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Alright so I grew up on quads and in sand rales, if you don’t know what those are look ‘em up they’re freaking awesome. Anyways dirtbike dudes are usually hot as hell, so of course my brain decided to mix two of my obsessions and so I give you, Katsuki Bakugo riding (not like that you freaks) a dirtbike. I may make more for others. Also for the sake of this pretend they’re allowed to drive and stuff.

The next morning you awoke alone in bed, last night's dream coming rushing back to you. He slept with you. You asked him to stay and he did. But… how did you get into bed, you fell asleep on the couch? Did he carry you? Or did you simply not remember getting up? You quickly shove the thought out of your head and walk into the kitchen. On the table sat two plates, both with waffles and syrup already prepared. Behind one of the plates sat a tired Bakugo, waiting for you to sit down before he started eating. The second you laid eyes on him last night’s dream came rushing back into your head. God, he looks handsome even just sitting there. You smile and take a seat in the chair next to his, smiling over at him before digging into your waffles.

“Thanks for making breakfast by the way. I meant to get up and do it but I slept really well last night and didn’t want to get up,” You smile up at him, laughing at yourself for telling him you slept well, “Did you sleep okay? Some of the beds have better mattresses than others.”

She really doesn’t remember that we slept together. Did she think I was someone else? Or was she just saying my name because we were hanging out earlier that day? 

“Yeah, my mattress was fine,” He trailed off for a moment as if lost in thought, “thanks.”

“Of course, just making sure you’re comfortable,” You reply before shoving more waffles into your mouth. Bakugo lets out a small laugh, short and quiet, but you hear it. You look up at him, a weird smile on your face and question in your eyes.

“What?” he questions.

“You laughed, does that mean you’re in a good mood,” You say with a slight chuckle.

“It just means no one has pissed me off that much yet,” Bakugo responds, glancing up at you and then looking back down to his plate.

“Are you insinuating that I’m going to piss you off?” you lean back, pretending to be offended. All you get is a grunt in response. 

You go the rest of breakfast without saying much, though it wasn't an awkward silence, it was just comfortable. Neither of you was on your phones or sitting awkwardly, you both just ate. Stealing occasional glances at each other and almost eating in sync. Bakugo seemed calmer to you for some reason. He must just always be more relaxed in the mornings. 

Eventually, you finish breakfast and get ready. You opt for a tank top instead of a shirt, today is supposed to be hotter than the last. Bakugo notices, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than normal, though you couldn’t talk your eyes were eating him up with your eyes the way he wears his gear. God, why am I crushing on him so much right now, it’s never been this bad in the past. 

You go about getting ready like yesterday, pulling open the garage, and starting your bike. You sit on your bike, waiting for Bakugo to come out of the house. When he walks out he's eating a granola bar, again running his hand through his hair. Why is he always doing that and why does he look so good doing it? Your eyes linger on him a little too long and he looks up to make eye contact with you, unexpectedly keeping it. He walks around to the side of your bike, leaning one of his hands on your handlebar.

“What’re you staring at?” Bakugo cocks his head to the side, taking a bite of his granola bar. A blush slowly creeps onto your face, the confrontation taking you by surprise.

“Oh, nothing, sorry,” you turn your face away, hoping to hide your blushing face.

“Don’t apologize,” He smirks and walks over to his bike, still sitting in the garage from the previous day. He pushes it out and turns it around before starting it up. God, it’s still hot the way he starts it up. The way you can see the muscles on his arms flex and the way he does it so easily. Damn. He follows you again, and you spend the day the same as the previous. Riding until lunch, and once again, he manages to pay. Something about this time was off though. He was being, calmer. He was pumped up from the riding, but he was handling it differently. Looking at you more, riding alongside you rather than in front of or behind you, just overall being nicer, in a way. Eventually, it was getting late again and you both decided to head in. Bakugo followed you down the side of the road once more. You both stop on the pavement outside the barn door, but this time Bakugo goes with you to open it. He helps you lift and push it up. The hell? Why is he acting like nothing just happened? You head inside and grab the ramp for your truck, and once again he helps you carry it. What is going on with him? Don’t get me wrong I like it but, it’s so unnatural for him. 

“Do you need help getting your bike up?” You ask as you pull down the tailgate on your truck.

“Nah I got it, just go ahead and go shower, I’ll take one after you,” he nods in the direction of the house and then proceeds to push your quad back into the barn for you.

“Right, thank you, let me know if you need help,” you smile before heading inside and going straight to the bathroom.

Shit… her smile is so damn pretty…

When you walk out of the bathroom, your wet hair hangs around your face, and you see Bakugo sitting at the table. 

“Hey, the shower’s open if you wanna take one now,” you say, nodding your head in the direction of the shower.

“Yeah, thanks,” he gets up and walks past you, brushing into you on the way.

“Sorry,” he says so softly you barely hear it, not in a dismissive arrogant way, but in a genuine, caring way. Why did that feel so, comforting? It’s like it shot through my body, making me all warm. While Bakugo takes a shower you pack up the remainder of your clothes. You set your duffle by the door and sit and read at the table to wait. When he gets out he steps into the kitchen for a moment.

“‘M gonna pack up my stuff real quick,” he barely even looks up at you, just looking down at the clothes he’s holding in his hands, his shaggy wet hair still hanging in front of his eyes. Like he’s suddenly shy and doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

After a couple of minutes of waiting for him, he calls you back to his room.

“Two seconds,” you say, putting the bookmark in your book and getting up from the table. When you enter his room you see him sitting on the corner of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. His duffle bag sat at his side, the bed re-made and ready for the next person. He looked up at you from his hands, his damp hair still hanging slit=ghtly in his face, dripping little droplets onto his bare chest and grey sweatpants. He wore a pair of sneakers, scuffed from the many times of wearing them. 

“I wanted to ask you something,” he starts, “if you say no it’s alright.”

“What is it?” you take a couple of steps closer to him, so you're standing within arms reach.

“I want to ask you out, like on a date, and before you say anything let me tell you why. You know this isn’t my strong suit. I’m not very good with emotions, I’m hotheaded, I mean you know. But I have to try. There was something different about you when we first met. You were… less annoying than the others. Part of me wanted to be around you. I didn’t mind sitting near you at lunch. There were all these little things, still are these little things, that someday I promise I’ll tell you but for now, let me tell you this. I enjoy seeing you, being with you, and this weekend when you spent the whole time with just me it made me feel special, like I was important to you, it felt right.” He looked up at you with questioning eyes. The pink on his cheeks only grows more as the moment becomes more private. 

“Bakugo I think we can count this weekend if you think about it.” You stood there smiling, your hands fidgeting with one another. His eyes widened before he let the slightest bit of a smirk rest on his face. 

“Well then, would you go on another date with me?” he asks, his confidence growing.

“I really would love to,” you smile, walking towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks.

“You’re cute when you're sentimental,” you say, laughing a little.

“Alright shut up dumbass,” he stands up and your hands fall back down to your sides. 

“Let's go,” once again he says it softer than normal, then he slings his duffle over his shoulder, kisses your forehead, grabs your hand, and leads you to the kitchen, all while you stand there a blushing mess. You both silently walk to the front door, you grab your book off the table while he picks up your duffle bag.

“I can carry it myself you know,” you cross your arms and give him a look.

“I know,” is all he says before walking out the door, leaving you to lock up and follow after him.

On the ride home, he sits up for the first little while, but eventually, he decides to lie down and rest his head on your lap. You have an old truck, old enough that the seat is a bench. So he lays across the whole thing, his head on your thigh and you spend as much of the ride as you can with your free hand in his hair or resting on his shoulder.

When you make it to the storage locker where he stores his bike he tells you to wait in the truck and rest for a minute while he unloads it and puts it away. When he’s done he gets back in and tells you to swap places. He drives the 20 minutes back home, and by then it’s dark. You quickly fall asleep, your head on his lap this time. He plays with your hair a little and puts his jacket over you. When you arrive back at the dorms he carries you inside and brings you up to your room. When he sets you down you reach out for him and hold onto his hand.

“Is this going to be like last night where you ask me to stay and I have to leave at the earliest hours to make sure no one finds out?” he asks as he squats down so his face is level with yours. 

“That was real?” you mumble out.

“Yeah, that was real. I’ll be right back I gotta get our bags,” He pulls the blanket over you and kisses you on the forehead. Then he runs back out to your truck to get both your bags and makes sure to lock the truck afterward. He goes back up the elevator and drops off his bag in his room before bringing your own to you. When he gets there he finds you passed out, tired from the long weekend. 

“Sleep well, y/n, we’ll get plenty of chances to sleep together,” he smiles at you one last time before walking out and shutting your door. This girl is going to be the death of me.

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Learning Moments

Daryl’s Daughter Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader 1263 Warnings/Notes: None

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“Eat up.” Daryl says as he throws a plate of food in front of you. “I don’t like broccoli.” You cross your arms and whine. “I don’t care, you have to eat.” Daryl stands above you with his hands on his hips. “The other kids are eating just fine.” He waves his hand in their direction where they’re eating with their families. “I will eat I just don’t like broccoli.” you look up at him with a pouty face and your arms crossed. “I don’t want it.” “Fine, don’t fuckin’ eat.” Daryl throws his arms up and walks away towards the tent you two have been sharing. You watch him until he zips the door shut and you see his shadow lying down on the bed. You look back down at your food and stare for a minute before picking up your spoon and eating the funny-looking soup Daryl had heated up for you just a little earlier. You take a spoonful and chew. It was the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. The perfect temperature and it didn’t taste too bad. You continue to eat and realize that he always makes things a good temperature and gives you the better of the things he found or hunted for that day. After a little while you finish the soup and look over at Carl sitting with his mom and dad, and the other kids sitting with their families. You watch as the other kids eat the food without complaining and they finish and go play after. Lori waves at you and you smile and wave back before quickly looking back down at your food. You pick up one of the pieces of broccoli and realize that he heated it up for you. You chew and swallow, chew and swallow. It's still nasty, and you still hate it, but you know you're not supposed to waste food.

“I ate all my food.” You say as you unzip and walk into your and Daryl’s shared tent. You get no response so you just put your plate and silverware next to the others to be cleaned tomorrow. You climb into the cot and pull your blankets up around you, hugging your stuffed animal close. “Goodnight Daryl.” you say before drifting off to sleep.

You wake up the next morning and turn over to look at Daryl’s cot. As always, he’s not there. Probably out hunting or something like that. You get up and change into your clothes for the day. You exit the tent to find Carol waiting by a tree nearby. “Hi, Carol.” You wave and give her a small smile. “Hi sweetheart, would you like to come to wash the clothes with me and the girls?” She asks me, getting up from her spot under the tree. “Sure, let me grab Daryl and I’s clothes real quick.” You say before running back into the tent to gather everything.

“Alright, let's go.” you come out a couple of minutes later with a rather large bucket full of a mix of your and Daryl’s clothes. “Alright, c’mon.” she nods her head in the direction of the rest of the camp and starts walking. “Wait, do you know where Daryl is, I should probably tell him where I’m going.” You ask while catching up with her. “I don’t know, but I’m sure it will be fine. I bet we’ll be done before he even gets back and then you can surprise him with your hard work.” She smiles down at you. “Alright.” you walk with Carol to the quarry where some of the women are already at work cleaning things.

“Carol, will you teach me how to clean this stuff, I don’t really know how?” “Of course, just do what I do.” “Ok”

You spend a good portion of the day cleaning with everyone. You realize that it’s a break from all of your normal activities, which at this point are boring and repetitive. You’ve finished cleaning all the clothes and ran back up to get the dishes. You're halfway through the dishes when you hear familiar shouting. “Y/N! What the fuck!?” you shoot up and spin to face the shouting. You see Daryl coming down the hill and he looks pissed. You stand there in shock, unsure of whether to move or not. The other women have gotten up at this point and are gathering around to see what's going on. “What the fuck are you thinking!?” He screams again and is still coming towards you at a quick speed. “Hey! What are you screaming for?” Lori steps up and runs up towards him, meeting him halfway. “Get outta my way Lori, this is between me and the kid.” “No, you have no right to scream at her.” Lori has her hands on her hips and she looks pissed too. “Lori, this is between me and my kid, if she keeps fucking disappearing we're gonna have a problem.” He points at you over her shoulder. “Now let me talk to my kid.” “Ok, so that's what this is about.” She lets out a sigh. “Daryl, I would be pissed if Carl just walked off too, but screaming at her like that is only gonna scare her.” Daryl takes a second to process what Lori has just said before you see his body relax. “Sorry, she just worries me sometimes.” “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” Lori gives him a look before stepping out of the way so he can get to you. “Listen, kid, I’m sorry for yelling, can we talk for a minute?” He kneels down on one knee so he's face to face with you. You just nod in agreement and follow him as he starts to walk back up the hill.

You make it back to his tent before either of you say a word. You sit on your cot and wait for him to say something. After a while of watching him sit on his cot and stare at the ground, he finally says something. “First off, I’m sorry for yelling.” he pauses and glances up at you. “And second, I didn't mean to scare you, I just got worried when you weren't where you were when I left this morning and you weren't doing activities with the other kids.” He finally looks back at me and holds eye contact. “I'm sorry too. I knew I should have asked I just didn’t know where you were and Carol said you were ok with it.” “Ok kid, just next time come find me or leave a note, ok?” “Ok.” you say back, agreeing with him. He holds his hand out towards you and you stare at him blankly, not knowing what he’s doing. “It’s called a handshake, kid.” he reaches out slightly farther and nods at you to do the same. You extend your arm to meet his and he gently grabs your hand and shakes it up and down before letting go. “I washed all of our clothes by the way, Carol and the others taught me how. I thought it might be of some help.” “Thanks, kid, you would have never caught me doin’ that.” he smiles at you and moves over to sit next to you on your cot. You suddenly lean over to hug him and he puts his hand on your head. “If anyone catches you huggin’ me your dead by the end of the week.” you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Got it.” and now your smirking too.

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6 - “Why are you following me around like a lost duckling.”

19 - “Can't you just not work today?”

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1027

Warnings/Notes: None

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It had been a long week up till now. The group was busy working in Alexandria. Some people gardening, others building up the wall or keeping watch. You woke up to an empty house, your father already out and working. You walk down the stairs as he comes in the door.

“I figured you’d be up about now. I’ll make ya some breakfast and then I gotta head back to work.” Daryl walks over to you after setting his bow down on the bench by the door. “What d’ya think of that?”

“Can’t you just not work today?” you complain to him all the time about how much he’s out and helping out.

“Pumpkin, we talked about this, I have to help out.” Daryl picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen. 

“But you’re always goneeee.” you drag out the end of your sentence. Adding a whining tone to your voice. Daryl sets you on the counter as he gets out the waffle maker.

“Hey, wha’td I say bout yer whinin’.” Daryl doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the sternness in his voice.

“Sorry daddy.” You fiddle with your fingers while you wait for him to turn back around. When he does he has the waffle mix and other instruments in his hands. 

“Yes!” you say with excitement, your fists shooting up.

“Figured you'd be excited.” He comments with a smirk as he begins mixing the batter.

you sit on the counter and help with what you can as your dad makes you waffles. You two have a great time talking and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Eventually the waffles are all done and you two sit at the barstool and eat them. You watch as your dad eats only a couple and gives you the rest of his syrup.

“Why didn't you eat as much?” You pause shoving the waffles in your mouth to talk. 

“I had some food earlier this morning, so I ain't that hungry.” He says with a small smile.

You smile and shrug, shoving more waffles in your mouth. 

“Alright kid, I gotta get back t’ work.” He stands up and ruffles your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Can't you stay home today?” you finish eating your waffles and turn around to face him in you chair. 

“We talked about this kiddo, I gotta do this.”

“Then I can come with you?” you mouth shoots up in a smile and you run towards the stairs. “Lemme grab my stuff.”

You don't even give him a chance to say anything before you run up the stairs and grab your little messenger bag. You shove in your coloring book, a normal book, and some extra little things. 

You come down the stairs to him dressed back in his boots and jacket, standing with his arms crossed, his bow hanging off his shoulder.

“Alright, c'mon.” he says, nodding his head towards the door. 

“Hang on, I gotta put on my boots.” you plop on the floor next to the shoes, which are only yours and Daryl's at the most. 

When your done tieing them up, Daryl helps you to stand and hands you your pocket knife. He got it for you a while ago and wont let you leave the house without having it on you. 

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready.” you look up and smile at him. 

He only nods before opening the door and holding it open for you. He shuts it behind him and walks alongside you. Today he has to get the bike ready so he can go out scouting with Aaron eventually. You two walk along the sidewalk, watching the few birds fly by or someone else on a walk. It's times like this that you miss with him. Even before Alexandria, when you were always on the run. You get to be with him all the time and do everything with him. You don't like being alone in the house all day every day.

When you make it to Aaron's house he greets you with a snack and juice.

“Thanks!” you say with a smile. Even after all the waffles you had just 20 minutes ago you eat the fruit he handed you right away and sipped on the juice. 

You follow Daryl into Aaron's garage and see the bike Daryl has been working on.

“Are we gonna be able to ride it just like your last one!?” You look at him with and excited expression plastered on your face.

"Eventually, I might change some things to make it easier, and we need to find you a helmet if we can.”

“How are we gonna find a motorcycle helmet for me?”

“I dunno kid. Even if it was just a bike helmet. Any type of helmet really.” He sits on the stool and begins messing with parts.

“How ‘bout ya sit in that chair over there and color or someth'n.” He nods towards a chair in the corner. 

“I think I'm gonna watch you.” you set your bag down in the chair and stand by where Daryl was working. You stay for a while like that day. Following him when he goes to the workbench or the other side of the bike.

“Alright kid, why are you following me around like a lost duckling?”

“I just wanna see what your doing, and I miss when we were together all the time.”

He stops what he's doing and looks up at you from his seat.

“Pumpkin, why didn't you tell me. I could have taken you with me more.”

“I dunno. I just figured you weren't alway gonna be this busy.”

“I get it, and I'm sorry. I didn't really notice that you wanted to come, I thought you would like having your own space.”

“I just miss you sometimes.”

“Alright, I'll tell you what, tomorrow we'll have a just us day. We can do whatever we want.”

“Alright.” a smile breaks out on your face and you giggle in excitement.

“Alright kid.” Daryl has a smirk on his face as he continues to work and you continue to watch.

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Stars in the Night (Lilith's Backstory)

The Maze of a Mind

Chapter 2

When Lilith woke up she slowly looked around. The pirate was still against the wall, although he was asleep, and the doctor was sitting in a chair next to her bed. She realized no one was watching her so she took the moment to run. She sat up and carefully slid off the bed. She walked quietly to the door and prayed that it would open when she pushed the button. She pushed it and the door opened with a loud whoosh. She turned to look at the pirate and saw him still asleep, but when she turned to the doctor, he was awake and looking right at her. She hesitated only a moment before running out the door. She looked back to see him not following her, and she took that as her chance. She took off down the hallways, not even noticing she knew exactly where to go.

The doctor gave her a decent head start before getting up from his chair and walking over to the pirate. He kicked the pirate’s boot once and he woke up with a jolt. It took the pirate a moment to look around and remember where he was before jumping out of his chair and asking where the girl was. The doctor told him she had run off when he was asleep. The pirate looked at the doctor with an angry look, stating that now the captain would be pissed, and they would likely both be dead within the hour, but the doctor reassured him that it was a good thing. They went to the mess hall where everyone was eating and walked up to the captain, telling him what happened. The doctor could tell he was about to get mad so he reminded the captain that with the surgery they had done, they had complete control over the girl. After thinking about it for a moment, the captain asked him to show him how it worked. So he did. The doctor pulled out the datapad and showed him her exact location. He also showed him where she was from her point of view. Lilith was almost to the door to outside and the captain watched as she typed in the code no problem on the first try. The doctor switched screens to show the captain what was going through her head. It showed every little thought she had. The captain showed that he was satisfied and asked him to show the command center. The doctor switched screens once again and was brought to a screen with tons of buttons and a spot to type. He showed the captain what all of the buttons meant and how to type commands as well. The captain hit the return button and switched back to the screen where he could watch her location.

Lilith suddenly felt a switch in her mind. She couldn't tell why, but she suddenly turned around and started running towards the mess hall. Why was she running to them? Why didn't she have control over her mind? Why was this happening? She got to the mess hall and the doors automatically opened for her. She walked straight down the middle, the pirates causing chaos moving out of the way as she walked closer. By the time she was at the end of the mess hall, all of the pirates were staring and waiting. The captain only snickered when she stopped in front of him. He stood and turned to the crowd that had gathered.

“Hello everyone. I have an announcement to make! And I think you all are going to like it.” His voice was uneven. It was sloppy and dragged some of his words, obviously drunk, Lilith thought.

“This here,” he said to the girl, “is Lilith. She will be joining us in our pirating activities from now on.” He said with a smirk. “That's all, go back to whatever you were doing.” He smiled and fell back into his chair. It finally made sense to her, she was being controlled. They did something to her and took control over her mind. She wasn't herself. She thought about it and she knew everything. She had every fact ever stored in her brain. Every fighting method, including jedi ways. She knew the layout of every building that anyone had access to. Everything. Aside from what the pirates couldn't get of course. She also could identify any of the pirates and any of the jedi, or any of the people the pirates had in their database.

The captain told the pirate and doctor to show her to her room and she willingly followed. They took her to a place different from her cell. She was led to a room down a dark side hallway. There were boxes stacked at the end of it and another door across from hers, but other than that it was empty. The door opened when she stepped in front of it and she was slightly surprised. It was rather big. Not huge, but not small either. There was a big bed in the right corner with blankets and pillows, the bed already made. There was a small nightstand next to it with a clock and lamp. When she stepped in and looked to the left she saw her closet along the same wall as the door. It was a tall dresser with a hanging area on top and drawers on the bottom. The pirate and doctor watched as she ventured farther into the room and the pirate snickered and muttered something about the captain wanting her to like it so she had less of a chance of resisting. The doctor mentioned that she had no choice. Then the door shut with a whoosh. She turned and looked back for a moment before continuing to look around the room. There was a door on the wall across from her dresser and she stood in front of it to see what was inside. The door opened and she saw a small bathroom. A simple shower, sink, and toilet. She didn't even think to go in. Instead she turned and opened the dresser. Inside were many different outfits looking like they were tailored to her. She looked through them, noticing they were all for different habitats and some were stealthy while some were citizen clothes. She picked the one meant for when she wasn't on a mission, once again realizing she knew this without someone telling her. She slipped out of the clothes they put her in for the surgery and put on the other outfit. She then went over to the bed, laid down, and quickly fell asleep.

Pt. 1

Till the End - Ch. 2 - Pt. 1

Chapter 2

The New

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Daryl looks down to once again check on the little girl riding in front of him. When he sees that she's okay and isn’t scared, he goes even faster. Crimson has a huge smile on her face, the ride on the bike is exciting and new to her. It scares her at times, like when he turns and the bike leans, but it’s still fun. When Daryl pulls back up to the gate Crimson is giggling from the way the bumps make her feel, and if you look close enough you can see a smirk on Daryl’s face. Daryl slows down and uses his feet to keep the bike steady. Rick and Glenn come running up to the gate and quickly slide it open. Daryl hits the gas once again to get the bike inside and stops a small way up the path. He waits for Rick and Glenn to close the gate and come around to the front of the bike. Rick and Glenn are taken by surprise when they see the small girl grinning in front of Daryl. They both look confused and share uneasy glances. Crimson stops smirking and sinks back into Daryl’s chest when she notices the two seemingly angry men looking at her. “We’ll talk later.” Daryl looks between the two and takes off after getting a nod from Rick. “How are we gonna take care of another kid?” Glenn turns to look at Rick with his head slightly to the side. “I have no idea.” Rick watched Daryl drive up the road some before turning to look at Glenn. Glenn just smirked and shrugged before walking off to continue working, Rick following shortly after. Daryl pulls through the open gate and parks his bike by the other cars. He pulls the kickstand out and slowly and carefully leans the bike on it, making sure Crimson is stable enough to stay on it. Lori and Carol come out at this time and see Daryl lifting the girl off the bike. Daryl glances up to see them walking out and decides that they could probably comfort her and get her cleaned up better than he could. “This is Lori, and that there is Carol.” Daryl looks down at the little girl, who seems more frightened of them than she was of him. “They can help get ya cleaned up and settled in.” Daryl steps around her as he talks, getting the supplies he found off the bike. He hoists it on his shoulder and watches how Lori interacts with Crimson. “Hi, I’m Lori. This is Carol.” Lori bends down in front of the girl, not too close but within arm's length. Carol simply smiles down at the girl. “We’re gonna take you in and get you cleaned up. And then you can pick out your own room, how about that?” At that moment the two girls were just too close for Crim to be ok with. She has a worried and scared look on her face and quickly rushes to where Daryl is standing next to her. Crimson grabs a small part of his pants, just enough to where she will know if he moves. Lori just stands up and smiles. “Looks like she's attached.” Lori comments before patting Daryl on the shoulder and walking back into the prison. Carol gives Daryl a nod before heading to where Rick and the others are. “Well, I guess yer stuck with me.” Daryl looks down at the girl and gives her a small smirk before nodding for her to follow him into the prison. “Not that I know what to do with ya.” he mutters under his breath before opening the gate, letting you through, and closing it behind him. “Follow me I guess.” Daryl half mumbles to you before leading you inside. -----

Part 2

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