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“Woulda claimed ya months ago if I thought it was what ya wanted.” He chuckled, and Beth pulled back.
“That what you’re doing? Claimin’ me?” She whispered, surprisingly aroused at the idea of being his and his alone. He was hers wasn’t he?
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A short multi part canon-divergent story that takes place two years after the outbreak. Daryl is a Claimer and Beth has been on her own for a long time, when they cross paths they can’t seem to stay away from each other for long.
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10 Jun 2026
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Who would give her dry flowers?
No one sat in that empty space by her feet, waiting with bated breath for Beth to wake up – no Maggie tightly clutching her mama’s hand, no Shawn with his sturdy gaze and teasing quips about how awful she probably looked, no Daddy reading his bible as he sat vigil by her side, no Daryl restlessly pacing the room while he tore apart his cuticles with his teeth. Beth could picture them all, exactly as they should be, and it was so real she almost believed it. But she blinked, and they were gone again. No one was here with her.
She shifted her eyes back to the man, and noticed that he had flowers as well. Pink flowers in an ugly blue and white vase.
They were dried up too.
Beth wakes up in an empty hospital next to a man she doesn't know, with an injury she can't remember, and no family to greet her. The world seems to have burned down around them, but she and this man - this Rick Grimes, are determined to get the hell out of dodge, and hopefully get back to their families in one piece.
*Third Place Winner for the 2025 Moonshine Awards Best MultiChapter (WIP)*
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10 Jun 2026
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On her eighteenth birthday, the shift in the wind brings more than just the scent of decay. Beth Greene’s omega nature awakens fully, a relentless tide of need that threatens to drown her in the grim solitude of her prison cell. Desperate for control, she arranges a pragmatic solution with Zach—a newly presented beta who promises to fuck her heat into submission upon his return from a run. But the apocalypse is rarely so accommodating. When Zach doesn’t return, and Daryl Dixon steps into her cell to deliver the bad news, he’s met not with grief, but with the overwhelming, sweet-spice pheromone blast of an omega in desperate, blooming heat. One hug, one deep inhale at her gland, and every alpha instinct in him roars to life. Plan B was never discussed. Plan B is now him.
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- Part 1 of The Scent of Surrender
Bookmarked by Bunnycat1818
10 Jun 2026