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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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Till the End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 1

Chapter 1 Endings and Beginnings

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Crimson sits coloring in her book in her living room. Her parents went out a while ago and haven’t come back. Although when she thinks about it they’ve gone out for a while before and come back every time. Plus, at the age of six, a kid isn’t thinking about how long their parents have been gone. Crimson finishes one page after another as she waits and waits for her parents to come back. Just like she does every time. She tried to go with them one time. She was curious and wanted to see what they did every time they left the house. She was never allowed to go outside anymore. She got to open the upstairs windows sometimes, and the fresh air was always nice but she wanted to go outside. She saw people walking all the time. Up and down the streets. Sometimes they would walk with each other. She didn’t understand why they never talked to each other or why they just bumped into each other until she went out.

Going outside was the most terrifying thing she's ever done. She watched as what she once thought were people attack her parents. She watched as they stabbed each and every one. Over and over again. Until she couldn’t watch anymore and she ran inside. She hasn’t looked out a window since. And now she's finished another coloring page since her parents have been gone. Eventually, she looks towards the window and it’s dark. Now she starts to worry, a weird feeling rising up in her stomach. She decides to go upstairs and put herself to bed, thinking her parents would be proud to come home to her already in bed. She changes into her pjs and even reads her book to herself, or at least she tries. She puts her book on her bedside table and grabs her favorite stuffed animal cow. She named him Moo Moo when she first got him. It’s been her favorite ever since. She gets under the blankets and pulls them up to her neck. She grabs Moo Moo and pulls him under with her. She pulls him in close, snuggling with him, her little body curled into a little ball. “Goodnight, Moo Moo.” She quietly says to the stuffed cow, as if it would speak back. Crimson’s eyes quickly grow tired, and she quickly falls asleep.

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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. 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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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.

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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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