2025-01-15

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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-15 10:10 pm

The Faculty / Supernatural - written for Livejournal

Title: Angels & Demons
Fandom: The Faculty / Supernatural
Rating: R
Words: 3325
Finished: October 2023

Note: The story is based on one of my favorite episodes of Supernatural, so if you are familiar with this TV series, you might discover some analogies.

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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-15 10:20 pm

The Walking Dead - written for Comment Fic

Title: Intoxicant Discovery
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Character: Daryl, Paul 'Jesus'
Rating: R
Word Count: 246 words
Finished: May 2016

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"Hey!" Daryl stiffened when he felt a warm hand stroking his back, hot lips kissing his shoulder. "When I told you you could stay overnight in my room, it didn't include my bed."

Paul stopped teasing him, though he didn't pull his hands away. "Why not? It's cold outside; we could keep us warm."

Daryl huffed and tried to draw back; the warmth, the nearness, the feelings rushing through his body ... no, he didn't want this. Since Beth was gone, he preferred to live on his own; to lose her had hurt too much and almost driven him crazy. The last he had expected was that a guy could break through his shell.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to bring back the memories he had refused to think about for such a long time. "I'm not gay. No one touches me like that," he said. "No one but Beth. She was my angel."

"She's not here anymore."

Daryl cringed inwardly; the pictures in his head burst like soap bubbles. "Shut the fuck up. I won't discuss this with you."

"Get it!" The voice was unexpectedly gentle; the hands stopped massaging his neck. "Calm down. Nothing will happen if you don't want it. But one day, when you are ready to move on, I will make sure that you learn to be happy again.
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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-15 10:29 pm

The Walking Dead - written for Comment Fic

Title: Hidden History
Character: Daryl Dixon
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1124
Prompt: The Walking Dead, any, shelter in an abandoned library.
Finished: September 2016

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Daryl tried to put on a stoic face while cleaning his crossbow alone in a corner. Why on earth had Rick decided to look for shelter in an abandoned library? The church vis-a-vis would have been just as good. A big stone building with solid wooden doors, the windows nailed up. But no, it was the library where they would spend the night in some degree safe and warm; after days on the road, they could finally find at least some rest.

Most of the group had already made themselves comfortable for the following hours. Glen and Maggie were sharing a blanket as ever; their heads put together. Carol rocked baby Judith in her arms, a book beside her. Rick and Carl had taken over the first shift of guard.

And Daryl? He had a hard time to keep breathing. The smell in the air, dust, and old books was so familiar that only the flavor of freshly baked biscuits was missing. He had never shown any interest in books; his childhood had been characterized by trying to get through the day without being beaten up by his father. His mother had never cared about it; all that she was interested in was how to get the next bottle of booze.

It was one of those days when he fled out of the house with Merle, his brother, three years older than him. A thunderstorm storm had raged, the streets had been empty. No place where they could go. Finally, they ended up in the village's old library.

The big hall was empty, beside a woman sitting behind the counter; she eyed them through her thick glasses and offered them to stay until the worst was over. With a smile, she put some cookies on an old plate and reached it over. Though Merle had looked annoyed, Daryl hadn't been able to resist.

Merle was the tough one; he had already learned that life didn't give you anything if you were unwilling to demand it. You had to fight to survive, and it was wiser to trust no one. He tried to teach his little brother this philosophy of life, but Daryl still dreamed of a better future. Fighting was not his cup of tea before he discovered crossbow archery. Soon enough, he was even better at it than his brother. This was the moment when Merle stopped to show any interest in him.

The library deepened the rift between them. Merle was not interested in books and the care of the librarian; he met with mistrust and rejection. For Daryl, though, it was like stepping into another world. He got a real chance for the first time in his life; the woman didn't only spoil him with homemade treats and warm milk, she taught him to love books. Encouraged him to learn as much as possible. Trusted and believed in him. Loved him, like a mother should love her child.

"One day, little Puck, the world will be yours. You are stronger than you think. As long as you don't give up your dreams, everything is possible."

She had always called him Little Puck.

...

Now, he was sitting in a library again, but the warmth and security he had once felt were long gone. The world had turned into a madhouse, making it impossible to hold on to his dreams. The reality had caught up with him when he killed the only person who had ever cared for him.

The library had been his refuge when the zombies took over the world, and he was left alone. His home was long gone, his mother died in the fire, caused by his drunken father. During the first days of the zombie apocalypse, the man had picked up a fight with the wrong person ... and died, too. Only to wake up again one hour later … as a zombie. All Daryl could feel was this irony: his father had always been a monster, so what had changed? Also Merle was gone, when the people started to realize that something was going wrong in the world, he got on his motorcycle and vanished without looking back.

The following weeks in the library probably were the best of his life. Outside ruled the chaos, but inside, it was only him and the librarian. He had promised to protect her with his bow when it was necessary. And he had failed. One night, the zombies overrun the building. She told him to hide somewhere in the backroom. When the excessive noise finally slowed down, he dared to come out again. He found her in the hall, scattered books around her, more dead than alive. She had sacrificed herself for him. Not able to talk anymore, but her eyes had told him what she begged him for.

'Bring it to an end. I don't want to come back as one of them.“

His hands hadn't even trembled when he grabbed for the bow; with a stony face, he had aimed at her; only a shot into her head would guarantee that her brain was destroyed forever. Later, he had buried her, together with his dreams, in the yard of the library.

...

"Pucky. What's going on?"

He startled out of his thoughts when he heard this name. Pucky. Little Puck. The librarian had been the only one who called him like that. Until now. Until he had met Rick and the others. Carol. She was still a warmhearted, caring woman despite everything she had to go through. He had felt attracted to her from the very first moment, maybe it was the shortcut gray hair, which reminded him of a woman he had loved so much, ages ago.

His hands clenched the crossbow even more. It would not happen again. He would protect her up to his last breath. Determined, he shook off his dark thoughts and got up.

„I guess I need to go for a blow. Maybe I can hunt down some rabbits.“
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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-15 10:41 pm

The Walking Dead - written for Comment Fic

Seven Mini Fills
Finished: March 2017

Prompt: joining the family
He had been used to living alone since he could remember; even when he had been a child, living together with his drunk head of father and Merle, his brother he had never had the feeling of having a family; the zombie apocalypse had changed everything because he had met Ric, and Carol, Glen, Maggie and Baby Judith; and, of course, Beth, the girl with the shy smile, who had told him one night: "I love you, Daryl Dixon, as much as I love my family."


Prompt: peace and quiet
It had been a long, hard day; they had lost two of their group. Daryl had done his best to save them, all in vain.

What he needed now was a little peace and quiet, together with Beth. Only in her arms would he be able to sleep without nightmares.


Prompt: shower
A hot shower was a rarity these days. To shower together with someone you loved was like a wonder he had never dared to dream about before.


Prompt: 10 words or the multiple of it - smile
He couldn't remember anymore when he had smiled last. But he did when he met Beth for the first time.


Prompt: dress
Half shocked, half surprised, Beth stared at Daryl. Finally, she shook her head. "I can't marry you!"

He breathed in deeply and kept quiet. This answer did hurt more than expected; he had been sure that it was what she wanted. She could still be so romantic, so full of dreams.

„I don't even have a decent dress.“

Laughing, Daryl pulled her into his arms; god, he loved her so much. „We're going to ask Carol. I'm sure she will make the most beautiful bride out of you.“


Prompt: a hot bath at the end of the day
"Do you know what I miss most," Carol had asked this morning. "A hot bath at the end of the day. To leave everything behind for a while."

Finding some privacy in times like these, a place to relax, was hard. But Daryl was wildly resolved to give her that moment.

He placed the old bathtub in one of the separate rooms, heated uncountable buckets of water, asked Maggie for one of her self-made soaps, put up candles, and placed a book with poems beside the tube.

Without any question, she deserved all this.


Prompt: just my imagination
She was perfect. Daryl held baby Judith in his arms, feeding her. To his surprise, he did enjoy it. He had never been a very emotional guy. Growing up with a drunken father, mostly living on the roads, fighting for daily survival, there was no room for dreams of a better future.

But here, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, he had met people who had reached out to his heart. And he had let them. He closed his eyes, and in his imagination, the world was perfect. It was him and Beth and baby Judith.