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Out on a scouting mission, Aaron and Daryl discover a new community. Lured in with the hopes of making new alliances and trading for enough food to keep their people alive through the coming winter, they soon learn this community has many connections that they keep in check through the institution of an old custom. Facing the prospect of a forced marriage to a stranger neither of them wants, Aaron and Daryl wind up pretending to already be wed... to one another.
With the threat of repercussions hanging over their head if they're caught in a lie, can they keep the ruse alive long enough to reach Rick and have him smooth things over? Can they stop it all from crumbling around them when an entire delegation from the Hilltop escorts them back to Alexandria to arrange a wedding, only to be greeted by an unknowing Eric and the all-too-shrewd eyes of Jesus that Daryl can't seem to shake and the stranger somehow worms his way beneath Daryl's skin.
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12 May 2026
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Slowly, the man raised his hand to pull at the bandana covering the lower half of his face. “Daryl?”
“You two know each other?” Rick asked. His gun was still raised and aimed at Paul, but his body was starting to relax.
“We should do,” Paul answered, sparing a darting glance back at Rick before locking eyes with Daryl again, looking hesitant, like he didn’t know what to expect. “Considering I’m his husband.”
“You - “ Rick looked at Daryl, bewildered. “You’re married?”
“By accident,” Daryl hurried to state.
“Happy accident,” Paul piped up with feigned cheer. His bright tone was easily belied by the hurt Daryl could see in his eyes. “Although, the fine state of Georgia doesn’t recognise it.”
“Ain’t recognised here, either. Goddamn Virginia,” Daryl grumbled.
“Ah,” Paul grinned, his posture relaxing. “But step a toe over the line into D.C…”
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01 May 2026
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What if Jesus had ended up at Woodbury instead of the Hilltop? What if he met the group at the prison in season 3?
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Paul rounded the corner to the row of cells leading to the one he’d been locked in, only to find Daryl there, in the middle of the walkway, staring at the spot Paul was supposed to be. Paul stopped and took a bite out of the cookie in his hand. It was sweet and horribly stale. Hard as a rock, it crunched loudly when it broke under the force of his teeth.
Daryl’s head whipped around and their eyes locked. Paul watched in fascination as Daryl’s expression slipped quickly from surprise to anger, his face flushing red all the way down his neck. Paul took another almost painful bite of the cookie, crunching noisily while he chewed.
“The hell’re you doin’?”
“You didn’t leave me any food. I was hungry,” Paul said, raising what remained of the cookie in explanation. “I was coming back like a good prisoner.”
“Good prisoners don’t go walkin’ around the prison stealin’ shit.”
Paul hummed in thought. “I suppose it depends on how you define a good prisoner, doesn’t it?”
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01 May 2026
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“Ain't nothin' to talk about,” Daryl snaps back, only to turn his head away again.
“Really?” Paul laughs in disbelief, his lips curling sardonically. He's not sure if he's laughing at Daryl or himself or the universe. He can't help himself. “Wanna tell me what color my eyes are then? I've always wanted to know.”
ON HIATUS UNTIL NEXT YEAR - HAPPY HOLIDAYS 🎄
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13 Apr 2026
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“Oh, is that what you think, Harrington?” Billy’s voice was soft, velvet over razor-sharp rage. “Think you can bat your eyes and I’ll come beggin’ like a dog, lettin’ you lead me around by my goddamn knot?”
“What—no—I don’t—” Steve’s brain felt sluggish, stunned by the force of Billy’s full attention.
One corner of the Alpha’s mouth curled up in a half-smirk, almost a sneer. “Not so haughty now, are you, King Steve?”
“I—don’t call me that,” said Steve automatically, but it came out far weaker than he’d hoped.
“No?” Billy cocked his head like a dog, smirk spreading a little wider.
“Pretty sure I can call you whatever the fuck I want,” he breathed, gaze flashing blue and dangerous under lazy, half-closed lids. “And you’ll take it.”
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if your obsession with an impossible ship from 2017 persists, ask your doctor if another harringrove omegaverse AU is right for you.
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- Part 1 of v’s requests & requisitions ♡
- Part 2 of v’s harringrove AUs ⚣
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10 Jan 2026