Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number by Severina

Age Aint Nothing But a Number

She sits quietly, and for a long time the only sound is their soft breathing, the clink of the comb on the edge of the cup, the soft scrape of his nails against her scalp, the brush of his fingers against her neck.

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Quoth The Raven, Nevermore by alchemystique

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“You’re like a magpie, man, where do you even find this stuff?” Glenn is the only one who ever really comments on it, but Beth finds him later, when he’s brooding away from the group. He doesn’t know why he does it, exactly, only he remembers being like this as a kid, bringing home pretty rocks and bouquets of weeds to his Ma, remembers the smile that lit her face even though it was all garbage. Remembers the line of gifts on her bedside table, before things got real bad.

– Daryl likes to give out trinkets. It’s not a thing. Mostly it’s not a thing.

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If You Love Me Like Music (I’ll Be Your Song) by Schwoozie

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Going on a blind date to distract Annette from the fact that he’s seeing her teenage daughter… it seemed like a good idea at the time.

If only Daryl hadn’t forgotten to factor in one thing: that teenage daughter herself.

Based on dynamicsymmetry’s “I’ll Be Yours For A Song”

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A Memoir in the Apocalypse by apenny12

A Memoir In The Apocalypse

She hears the blast go off and then everything is numb. In those brief moments between the light and the dark she feels everything and nothing all at once. Her life flashes before her eyes and she sees all that has happened and everything that could have been.

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