Bad Batch S3 Ep3 (out Of Context)

Stars in the Night (Lilith's Backstory)

Born to the Night

Chapter 1

When Lilith was born, her parents didn't want her. They never had. She was an accident and they were going to get rid of her the moment they had the chance. Maybe even leave the hospital without her. But then of course her mother had the great idea of keeping her and using her to get chores done. When she was too young to do much they didn't do much but keep her alive. She had a pet bed on the floor of the living room, which was comfortable enough for her. She had to learn to feed herself very quickly, once her mom stopped breastfeeding her she stopped feeding her at all. By the time she was five years old she was accustomed to the way things were at her house. She would wake up by something being thrown at her or some yelling and then she would do whatever her parents, if you could call them that, would ask of her. Being able to use the air to reach things she couldn't or lift heavier things was helpful too. Of course she had the force but she didn't know that at the time. She didn't know it was anything special.

By the time she was 10 she was used to it, it was routine. She woke up before her parents, hours before, and would practice reading and writing and study all of the old books and such that her parents had. Then her parents would wake and she would start her chores and tasks and whatever they asked her to do, while they just sat on the couch and watched the holonet every day. One day her father got up and told her to follow him, so she did. He led her all the way into town and then into the space port. She watched as he met up with some of what she heard other people calling pirates. The pirate handed her dad a bunch of money and in return her dad pushed on her back, forcing her to take a couple steps towards the man. One of the others standing beside him grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the ship. Of course Lilith tried to fight back, tried to fight back, but it was no use. She was dragged to a cell in the ship yelling and crying.

She slept, ate, and lived in that cell for 3 days before she felt the ship landing. One of the pirates came in and grabbed her, dragging her outside onto a dusty brown planet. She was dragged into a building and thrown into another cell. She spent another 5 days in the cell. She heard whispers outside of it about the force and jedi and all these other things she didn't understand. Eventually another pirate came and opened the cell once again. This time he put an electric collar on her and let her walk by herself. She followed him to a room with a bunch of machines and a very uncomfortable bed in the middle. Another man was waiting in the room, but he didn tlook like the others she had seen. He looked like her. The pirate stood against the wall and watched as the man in the room directed Lilith to lay on the table. He then asked her to be calm as he put a syringe with a needle into her skin. She hated the pinching but sat through it the best she could. She felt funny for a moment and then fell quickly asleep.

Pt. 2

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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What? Everyone else went on a life-changing field trip with Omega. Now it's my turn.

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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

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Warnings/Notes: Swearing, I know this is really out of the ordinary for my SW and TWD fans but humor me please I'm expanding lol.

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.

“And now for y/n’s room!” Mina exclaimed. Everyone was going around looking at each other's rooms, and yours was the last on the list, being that you were on the top floor at the end of the hallway.

“Oh, right,” you held an awkward smile on your face as you opened the door for everyone. You left the bed in the right corner, although you changed the bedding to something more to your liking. You changed the desk on the left wall to something a bit bigger, already lined with stationary stuff. Posters from your favorite shows and movies lined the left wall, but the shelves on the right are what caught Bakugo’s attention. The shelves were lined with different things there for show, but what caught his attention was the helmet. Sitting off to the side on the last shelf was a riding helmet. It was detailed with your favorite color and the goggles that sat around it were black-rimmed with a sun protection lens to match the colors on your helmet. After everyone was done looking over your room you all went back downstairs to vote. After which everyone said their goodbyes and went off to bed. You were one of the last ones to leave, not wanting anyone to feel left behind. When you finally made your way up to your room you saw someone standing outside your door. As you got closer you recognized the hair.

“Bakugo? What are you doing here?” You asked.

“You ride?” He was quick to the point. He’d always been like that, obvious as to why he was there, and once he was done with whatever he needed that was the end of it. It’s one of the things you grew to appreciate about him. There was no bullshit. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Did you see my helmet? I mostly ride my quad or drive my parent’s sand rale,” You explained. He didn’t say anything at first, just kept leaning against the wall.

“You busy this weekend?” He finally asked, his eyes looking up to meet yours. 

“No, just homework,” You crossed your arms and leaned your shoulder against the wall. 

“Wanna go up to the sand dunes near here?” he asked in such a casual way, that you almost didn’t realize this was so out of the ordinary for him. “My bike is in a storage locker not too far from here on the way, if you don’t mind putting it in the bed of your truck.”

“Yeah! I mean,” you stopped and laughed at yourself a little, “not many people I know ride. My family has a cabin up there that we can stay at. There's plenty of beds and it’s got a huge barn, there's plenty of space for your bike, we leave all our stuff up there.”

Your body was practically shaking from the excitement. Bakugo nodded and pushed himself up from the wall.

“Better be fast,” is all he said as he walked down the hallway to the elevator. You sent the rest of the night all pumped up for the weekend. Something about Bakugo asking you to go riding with him was so special to you. You’d always noticed how he treated you a little differently. He didn't yell so much at or around you. He’d always do little things he didn’t even seem to realize he was doing, like keeping the door open a second longer for you or throwing a water bottle at you at the end of practice. Things that made it seem like he was picking on you. At first, you tried to push it off as him doing just that, but over time it just made you like him more and more. And now you were going to do one of your favorite things with him, and he's the one who asked you.

By the time the weekend came around, you had both agreed to leave early Saturday morning and come back Sunday night, giving you two full days of riding. You went through the week stealing glances at Bakugo every chance you got, and you started to realize you were falling for him more and more. 

You got up early Saturday morning like planned. You threw on some leggings and a cropped T-shirt, packing your bag with all your clothes for the weekend, all your gear and everything else you would need was already up there. You were zipping up your bag when you heard a knock on your door.

“Come on in,” you call out. Bakugo opens the door, walking in a couple of steps. He’s wearing grey sweats and his black skull t-shirt, a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.

“You ready?” His morning voice caught you off guard. It was deeper than normal, and fucking attractive if you were being honest. You nod in response, grabbing your duffle bag off your bed. The helmet inside hits your thigh and you let out a little yelp, laughing at yourself quickly after. You glance at Bakugo and swear you see the hint of a smirk on his face. 

“Let’s go idiot,” Bakugo leaves the room, you following quickly after and shutting your door.

The ride up to your cabin was about an hour, plus half an hour to pick up Bakugo’s bike. When you finally made it up it was still pretty early in the morning. You decided to eat some breakfast and then head to the dunes. Your cabin was close enough that all you had to do was ride the bikes down the road and you’d be at the entrance. While Bakugo unleaded his bike, you made waffles in the kitchen.

“Bakugo! Waffles are done,” You called through the screen door. A minute later he came jogging in from the barn. His shirt was off and his abs were on full display. You turned away blushing, bringing the two plates of waffles to the round breakfast table. You already had the syrup and silverware out and waiting. You sat down at the table at the same time, eating in silence. 

“Thanks for the breakfast, you gonna be ready after this?” Bakugo asks, putting his plate in the sink. 

“Yeah, just gotta put on my gear and get my quad out,” Your reply. Once again he simply nods and retreats to one of the rooms to change. You had changed into your usual riding outfit when you got there. A pair of athletic shorts with a zipper pocket, a t-shirt, and some sandals. You head out to the barn and open the big door. Inside are a couple sand rales, a side by side, a couple quads and a couple bikes. It was mostly your family who used the cabin, but your uncle and his family came up here sometimes too, hence all the stuff. Your quad was right in front, making it easy to pull out onto the cement patch next to where Bakugo’s bike was sitting. Your riding bag was against the wall on one of the shelves so you went back inside to grab it before shutting the barn door again. You quickly slide on your riding pants and are clicking on the last boot when you hear Bakugo’s boots click across the pavement. You stand up to face him, your face immediately getting flushed. He’s standing there with only his riding pants and boots on, running his gloved hand through his hair.

“Forgot your helmet inside,” He extends his arm towards you, holding your helmet in his hand.

“Right, thank you,” you take it from him and watch as his hand comes to rest on his hip. He responds with a hum as he grabs his chest protector off his bike. Good to know he’s at least wearing some protection. You take the time to check over your bike, turning on the gas and making sure there aren't any leaks or anything. By the time you’re done, you're both putting on your helmets and ready to go. You rest your foot on the peg, swinging your other leg over so you're sitting on the quad. You look over at him and can’t help but think about how hot he looks sitting on the bike, his one foot on the peg while his other supports him. You stand on your bike and jump down on the kickstart. Shit, I forgot the choke. You immediately think when the bike doesn’t start. You once again laugh at yourself a little and reach down to pull the choke, and you swear you heard him laugh. You jump down on the kickstart again, giving it a little gas and it starts right up. You look over to see him watching you, though he quickly looks away when you turn in his direction. He kicks down on his bike and it starts right up, so. fucking. hot. He motions for you to lead the way and you take off, him following not far behind. 

After the time it took for you two to get stickers and a couple of hours of riding, you two were both ready for a break and some food. You motion to him that you’re heading down to the parking lot and he nods in agreement. You take off from your stopped position near one of the posts, expecting to ride the exit strip like a normal person, but Bakugo has other ideas. He suddenly rips past you, spraying sand all over your and your quad. Oh, it’s fucking on. You take off towards him, matching his speed and riding alongside him. You watch his muscles flex every time he pulls in the clutch to shift. The smooth control over the bike and his sweat making him glisten under the sun are so damn attractive. You two ride side by side down the strip, and when you get to the end he lets off, letting you go in front. You laugh and glance back at him, only to get his middle finger shoved in your face. Oh shut up Bakugo, you're just mad that you’re being nice. 

When you reach the food trucks in the parking lot, you park your bikes in one of the parking spots. You unbuckle your helmet and turn to face him, a smile reaching your face. As he takes off his helmet, you see his hair, now shaggy from the helmet, fall around his face. He looks so, content. Like he’s truly happy and enjoying himself, plus he looks really fucking pretty so that’s a plus. 

“So I won the race, right?” You tease him as you both hop off your bikes. 

“Ha! As if. I let you go in front of me,” He tries to keep a straight face as he says it, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Hey now, I think I won fair and square,” In your head, you knew that wasn’t true. You saw him let off the throttle and down-shift. Maybe he wanted to be nice, maybe he likes me more than he’ll say… Yeah right, he probably did it so he could torment you about it later. 

“Hmph, guess we’ll have to rematch when we get up there,” Bakugo says it so easily, like you two do this normally, “What do you want from the truck?”

“Uh, I think I’m going to get my usual,” You look around at all the people eating, some sitting at tables, some leaning against their rides. 

“Alright,” Bakugo leads you two up to the truck and you both put in your orders. You reach into your zipper pocket to grab your money, when Bakugo hands the person some cash.

“Bakugo, I have money I can pay,” you look to his face and see that he’s already looking at you.

“I got it,” He responds simply, taking the change from the lady. He puts it in his pocket and moves his hand to the small of your back, your face immediately getting flushed. Hopefully, it just looks like sunburn. He keeps his hand there as he directs you to the other end of the food truck, where you wait for your orders. Does he even recognize that he’s doing it?! Does he know what it makes me feel? When your orders come out he steps in front of you and grabs both orders. You follow him back to your bikes, where he sets your food on the end of your quad.

“Eat it all, you’re going to need the energy,” Bakugo leans against his bike, taking a big bite of his food. God, it sounds like he’s taking care of me. Can’t he tell that I want this to be our normal? Can’t he tell I have a damn crush on him? You eat in silence again, both downing your food in hopes of getting back to riding sooner. When you both finish he takes your trash and jogs to the trash to throw it away. 

“Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“Shut up idiot,” He bites back, though his tone sounds more teasing than actually mad.

You take off again and spend the rest of the day riding to your heart’s content. As the afternoon passes, you realize you're watching him more and more. Cheering him on when he races people on the drag strip, and cheering even more when he wins. Watching as he jumps hills and does tricks in the air. You both decide to end the day racing through the wooded part of the dunes. Swerving in between trees and crossing each other's paths. Eventually, it starts to get darker and you decide to turn in for the night. You leak Bakugo back down the exit and along the road to your cabin. You stop your bike outside the barn on the pavement and get off to open the garage door. You show him where he can park his bike and you push yours in backward after him.

“Oh, somebody's fancy,” Bakugo shoots at you.

“Well maybe this somebody wants to be able to start it up and go,” you shoot back.

“Whatever idiot, let's just get inside before the bugs get out,” He blows off your comeback and starts walking towards the cabin. You roll your eyes and shut the garage door, following shortly after him. While you go to your room and change into pajamas, he makes each of you a sandwich and sets them on the makeshift coffee table in the living room, which is just a couch, some boards to make a table, and a TV that you can only play DVD’s on. The cabin has an open floor plan, which means everything besides the bathroom and three bedrooms is one big room. You walk out to see him sitting on the side of the couch, one of his arms on the armrest and the other extended over the back of the couch.

“What movie do you want to watch?” He leans his head back over the couch and looks at you.

“Whatever you want, I’ve seen ‘em all,” You round the couch and realize he’s in only his riding pants. Damn, I knew dudes who ride are hot but, they get significantly better looking when you already like them. You wait as he puts the movie he picked in before sitting back down. He leans to the table and hands you your already-made sandwich. 

“Thanks,” you take the paper plate from him and eat the sandwich pretty quickly. As the movie goes on, the plates end up stacked on the table, and you're slightly closer than you were before. You can feel your eyes starting to droop and shortly after you fall asleep, unaware of how you’ve fallen into Bakugo’s side… and how his arm has worked its way from the back of the couch to resting around you. Eventually, the movie ends and you’re still out.

“Damn idiot, falling asleep during the movie,” Bakugo mumbles and he carefully stands and picks you up, holding you in his arms. He carries your sleeping body to your room, nudging your door open with his foot. He carefully lays you on your bed and pulls one of the blankets from the end over your body. 

“Damn, you don’t even know how good you look right now,” He whispers to you like you’re going to hear him, “Goodnight idiot.”

Bakugo takes your hand and kisses the top of it, ready to retreat to bed himself when you slip into consciousness. 

“Stay,” your request takes him by surprise.

“Are you awake?” He mumbles to himself again. Your eyes are still closed and the only sign you showed of being awake was that one word.

“Please, Katsuki,” your words come out in what feels like slow motion. Bakugo doesn’t know what to do. Your hand is still holding his and you asking him to stay is something he’d been longing for for a long time.

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” Before he even knows what he’s saying he lets go of your hand and runs to his room as quietly as he can, changing quickly into his pajama shorts and running back to your room. There you are, laying peacefully in your bed, your stomach slowly rising and falling. He could leave. He could go back to his room and go to sleep and pretend it never happened, but part of him wants to fulfill your every wish and desire. He cautiously walks to the bed and climbs in from the other side. He’s careful not to touch you right away, in case you really were talking in your sleep and didn’t want him there. He laid stiff as a board for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should stay, when you rolled over and laid your head on his shoulder, your arm reaching across his chest and your leg intertwining with his. He moves his arms to hold you, making you snuggle in closer. His greatest wish was coming true, and you simply thought you were dreaming.

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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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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

Sick day

Sick Day Daryl’s Daughter Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader Words 1174 Warnings/Notes: Sick, passing out, none other than the show

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You wake up one morning feeling dizzy and nauseous. You roll over and look to see if Daryl is still in bed or if he’s already out and about. You see his pillow and pile of blankets but not him. “Daryl?” you call out, hoping he’s somewhere near the tent. When you get no response you decide to get up and look to see if he’s in the camp or out hunting. You climb out of your tent and realize you are more dizzy than you thought and your head hurts like hell. “Daryl?” you call out again, this time holding your hand up to your head. You get no response and try to walk farther towards the rest of the camp but your head is spinning and you can barely stand up right. “Y/n? Are you ok?” you hear someone say before you fall to the ground and pass out.

“Someone needs to get Daryl, now!” Lori says with a firm tone, and one of the people goes running off. Lori is still holding the girl from when she caught her, breaking her fall moments ago. “What happened?” a young Carl comes running up beside his mother. “We don’t know right now but I need you to wait by the rest of the group. That goes for the rest of you too.” Lori waves them all away with her hand. “She could be sick and we don’t want everyone else to get sick as well.” As everyone is walking away Lori picks up the young girl and brings her back to Daryl’s tent where she had been staying. She puts the girl on her cot and checks her head and neck for a fever. That's when she felt that she was burning up. Just as Lori was about to leave and see if they had found Daryl yet he came running up to the tent. “Where is she? Is she ok?” He seemed frantic and worried. “She's right here, Daryl. She is burning up and probably has a fever, which means she might be throwing up and coughing a lot later.” Lori tries explaining to him but he doesn't seem to be listening as he sits down and feels her for himself. “Daryl, are you listening? You're going to need to keep an eye on her.” “Yea, I hear ya.” “Ok, let me know when she’s up and I’ll heat up some soup for her. Don’t let her eat sweets or drink any pop or anything.” “Alright, I got it, will you just let me sit with her?” Daryl said it a little louder than he meant to, and probably a little too harsh, but he really just wanted to make sure that his girl was ok.

When you wake up the first thing you feel is Daryl’s hand in yours. You slowly open your eyes and it feels like the sun is too bright and the world is spinning. “D-Dary-l?” You croak the words out, and it takes all of your strength to do so. “Hey, it's ok kid, I got ya, you're ok.” he shoots up so he's right up next to the bed. “E-Everything h-hurts.” you take long and deep breaths after talking. “It’s gonna be ok kid, don’t waste your energy talkin’. I got you.” Daryl moves one of his hands up to brush your hair out of your face. He keeps it on your head after, moving his thumb over your forehead. He keeps his other hand interlocked with yours. You look into his eyes for a while before drifting off to sleep.

It’s been an hour before you wake back up. “Hey kid, how ya’ feelin’?” Daryl smiles at you from his spot on his cot. “Not any better.” you let out a couple coughs before continuing. “Can I have some food?” “Oh right, Lori told me to tell her when you woke up, I’ll be right back.” He leans down and kisses the top of your head before unzipping and stepping out of the tent. “Alright.” you reply, although it’s more for yourself since he can’t even hear you.

Daryl returns a couple minutes later. “Lori is gonna make you some soup. Said it’s got healthy stuff in it.” He smiles as he says healthy stuff. You smirk back. He always jokes with you about how you two eat things differently or act differently from everyone else. “Can you read me my book while we wait? Please?” You're still smiling and it melts his heart that little bit more every time. “I guess, which one do you want?” He always pretends to be grumpy about doing things for you. Things that “show his emotions” as you like to call it. “Y-you pick.” you let out a couple more coughs before settling down facing him. He only gets about halfway through when Lori knocks on your tent. “Hang on.” Daryl sets the book down next to you and clears everything off your foldable table before quickly opening the tent and taking the soup from her. “Thank you, Lori.” He gives her a quick nod. “I appreciate it.” She gives him a smile before looking down at you. “And how are you doing? Feeling any better?” She smiles at you. You just shake your head no in response and turn back to face the rather large bowl of soup. “Alright well I’ll leave you two alone then. Get some rest y/n.” Lori looks up and exchanges a nod with Daryl one last time before zipping the tent back up and leaving. “Can you sit up? To eat?” Daryl kneels by your bed again to help you sit up if you need. You simply shake your head no and struggle a little but sit up as much as you can. “Here.” Daryl holds the pot by the handle and gets a spoonful. You expect him to hand it to you but instead he brings it up to his mouth and blows on it. He then takes the whole thing into his mouth. He sits and chews for a moment before nodding his head slightly and getting another spoonful. He brings it back up to his mouth and blows before bringing it up to yours. You take a bite and chew. You smile at the warmth in your scratchy raw throat. He repeats this process with you over and over again. Eventually you finish the soup and he sets the pot back down. “Want me to finish the book?” he reaches over and grabs it, holding it up in front of you. You just nod yes and he gives you a little smile before starting to read again. You lay back down and let Daryl’s voice carry you to sleep. Once Daryl saw that she was asleep he carefully pulled the blankets up to her shoulders and tucked her in. He sat there for a moment after. Just watching her and thinking. Eventually he gets up and lays in his own cot, ready to get some sleep himself.

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