Till The End - Ch. 2 - Pt. 1

Till the End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 2

Chapter 1

Endings and Beginnings

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“I gotta go on another run soon, we’re gonna run low on supplies.” Daryl looks up at Rick from his gun. He woke up early this morning to clean it before going out. “Alright, you want me to go with you?” Rick looks at him over his water bottle. “Nah, I’ll only be out a bit.” Daryl finishes cleaning his gun at that moment, clicking everything back into place. Rick only nods at Daryl before walking back towards his cell, most likely to get Judith. Daryl nods back and walks in the opposite direction towards the door to the outside. Daryl has a funny feeling in him today, like he’s going to find something that he shouldn’t. Or at least that he wouldn't normally find. He shakes the feeling out of him as he grabs his jacket off of where it's hanging on his bike’s handle. He checks his bags and sees that he has a little food and two water bottles. That should last him long enough to go to the closest town. He slides onto the seat and turns on the bike. Glenn meets him at the gate to slide it open and they exchange a nod as Daryl takes off towards the road. He enjoys the calming ride through the forest and down the open road. When he reaches the neighborhood he easily rides past the walkers and parks in front of a house with a closed door. Its front gate is closed and the front door is shut as well. Which means either people are hiding out in there or someone died inside. He holds his crossbow in one hand and opens the gate with another. There are no walkers in the yard and it doesn’t look like any have even tried to get in. The yard looks fine other than some overgrown grass and weeds. No sign of struggle anywhere. He reaches the front door and knocks a couple of times, if someone is still living here he’ll just leave and go to another house. No one answers and no walkers can be seen or heard from where he's at. “Alright.” he mutters to himself, fine with the idea that this house might be full of stuff he can use and that he may only have to go to one or two others before heading back. He slowly opens the door and peeks inside. When no one and nothing comes at him he goes all the way in. Daryl holds his bow up, ready to shoot. He walks through the living room, a coloring book with crayons lying out on the table. An empty cup sits next to it, and that's when he realizes. There's condensation on the cup. No dust on the table, or at least not as much not as much as there should be. Daryl walks up and touches the coloring on the book. The crayon rubs off on his finger. “Someone was here? With a kid?” He mutters to himself again. He turns around and still holding up his bow, walks into the kitchen. He scans the room before opening the door to the small pantry. Then he realizes it’s fully stocked. He looks in the cupboards and sees that they're fully stocked as well.

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Till the End - Intro

Intro Welcome to the Beginning of the End

It was the end of the world. For anyone and everything. Seriously, it was the end. The ones who are still here are the ones who made it past. We completed the game and then we just kept going. It was hard though. It still is. Sometimes we're too busy running for our lives to even think about the fact that we are running from our lives from things we never thought possible. And then there are other times when we're so bored and don't have a clue what to do with ourselves. I like it when we're in the middle. When we're going on adventures and when we get to see what there is in the world, and when I get to train with Daryl. But not to the point where we're literally running for our lives. I just want you all to know my story. Our story, and how we made it past the end, and then we made it past the end again, and again, and again. My name is Crimson, Crimson Rue Mills, and my father is Daryl Dixon. I was 6 when this whole thing happened. I mean the end of the world. When the walkers showed up. You know what I'm talking about. Anyway, here's my story if you wanna listen.

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Till the End - Ch. 3 - Pt. 1

Chapter 3

Shes Only Six

(note - y'all better love me for this one it is partially an episode re-write.)

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Crimson wakes up and looks around her cell once again. She realizes she has a pillow and some blankets on her bed that weren't there before. She looks around and misses her bright colorful walls and all of the toys sitting back at her house. She slides off of the bed and immediately stands up on her toes. Her bare feet froze at the touch of the cement floor. She quickly slides on her shoes and relaxes her feet. Crim walks out of her cell and looks between the railings on the balcony.

She sees Lori and another young girl helping an old man with crutches. The lower half of his leg seems to be missing. A young boy soon follows after, and she decides to follow them. She waits till they're through the prison door before running down the steps and following them.

She watches as the two girls speak words of encouragement to the man, and help him as he stumbles up the stairs. They get him out the door to outside and she quickly follows up the steps after them. She pulls open the heavy door and Lori turns around, hearing the door open again. Lori gives the girl a smile before quickly turning her attention back to the older man. She looks over to the boy and sees him staring at her. Not in a rude way, but not inviting her with open arms either.

Once Crimson makes it out of the gate she paces herself behind them as the older man, who she discovers name is Hershel after one of the men yells at him, gets used to walking on crutches. She looks past the man who yelled at Hershel and sees Daryl standing there with his crossbow. She raises her hand slightly and waves at him but gets no response.

“That girl you found seems to like you.” Rick comments at Daryl, not severing his gaze on his wife.

“‘Er names’ Crimson. Crimson Mills I think. She thinks her parents are coming back to get ‘er. She thinks they’re still alive.” Daryl pauses and watches the girl for a moment. “She hasn’t seen ‘em since they wen’ out scavenging days ago.”

“That’s too bad. You’re gonna have to take care of her, make sure she’s alright.” Rick turns for a moment to look at Daryl with a smirk. Rick knows that Daryl isn’t gonna be the best at it, but the kid seems to like him.

Suddenly Rick turns back around on his feet as he hears his son scream walkers, and shortly after hears a scream from Crimson. Rick, Daryl, and Glenn take off down the path in the direction of their family.

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Part 2

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Till the End - Ch. 2 - Pt. 2

Chapter 2

The New

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Once your eyes adjust to the light you see that inside is all grey. They have shelves and racks of food and bottles of water. You follow Daryl down the steps and towards a table. You watch from a small distance as he unpacks the food he took from your house and sets it all on the appropriate shelves. “C’mon, let's get you settled in somewhere.” Daryl says after putting everything away. He tries to use as gentle of a voice as he can and less sharp movements. “Can’t I stay with you?” Crimson asks, catching up to Daryl as he walks through a door. When they enter the room Crim realizes they’ll be staying in cells. The thought scares her a little, but not as much as benign alone outside. “Nah kid, yer gettin' put in yer own cell.” Daryl sounds a little ruder than he means to, but no way was this kid sleeping in the same cell as him. He saved her and that's it. “Oh, ok, well where’s your’s?” Crim is slightly saddened that the man won't let her sleep near him, it would make her feel a whole lot safer, Something about him just feels like she can trust him, like he will keep her safe no matter what. “Up ‘ere.” Daryl mutters, pointing up the stairs. “Can I pick one next to you?” Crimson asks, looking up at him with as much of a puppy-eye look as she can muster up. Daryl stops for a second and looks at her. Does she really think that look is gonna work on him? It is kinda cute, and she is only little. No, snap outta it, he thinks to himself. Why was he suddenly sympathetic towards this random kid? “Pick whichever one ya want.” Daryl waves his hand in the air as he runs up the stairs and into his cell. Although Crimson can tell that he doesn’t like her, he is the only person she knows around here. She slowly walks up the stairs and peeks into Daryl’s cell. She sees him throwing the bag he used on his top bunk, then turning and sitting on his bottom bunk for a moment. Crimson then realizes she’s spying and backs away. She checks the cell to the left of his and it’s empty. She decides that this will be her cell. She takes off her backpack and puts it on the bed. She then sits next to it and takes out Moo Moo. She sits and observes the empty walls for a while, swinging her legs and talking to herself in her head. Some time later Daryl opens the curtain that divides her from the rest of the cell block. He sees the young girl passed out on her bunk, Moo Moo under her head for a pillow, and her feet are still hanging off the edge of the bunk. Dary enters the cell as quietly as he can. He grabs the pillow out from under his arm and places it at the head of the bed. He then lays down a thicker blanket he had on his bed, it's not like he needs an extra blanket anyway. Daryl sets the rest of the blankets he brought in on the end of the bed. He carefully removes Crim’s shoes, thankfully they were easy to slide off. He then picks her up and moves her to the center of the bed. While he’s moving her he realizes it's only the middle of the day, but he then also realizes that he doesn’t know the age of this kid, and she may be used to taking naps every day. By the time he snaps out of his train of thought he’s put the other two blankets over her. He puts her shoes on the floor at the foot of her bed and puts her backpack on the table on the opposing wall. He grabs the stuffed animal from where it has fallen on the floor when he picked her up and sets it next to her. He stands there observing for a moment before swiftly exiting the cell.

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Sorry for the Break

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.

I would also like to mention that I was trying to get the Rp group Hunks of Junk back up and running with the rest of the council right as we found out so I posted some things and then disappeared lol. Those posts still stand and if you would like to join you are welcome to, just head to that page and see what you need to do.

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i was just idly looking at the bookmarks on one of my fics and, nestled in between somebody's perfunctory tags (hurt/comfort, soft boys, completed etc) was a tag very simply named 'WOW' ...and, well. feck me backwards if that didn't make my whole goddamn day ×10 better lol.

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