Down-One-Juice

Being in a coma is really something, I can tell you. In my case, I can hear and feel everything in the room; from a constant beep of the life support machine, to the tickle of air-con that tempers the room to a comfortable condition. I can't say that it is extremely unpleasant; it's more like lying in bed all day with absolutely no motivation to neither move nor speak. But at the same time, it has a strange feeling. If you were just relaxing in bed, you would at least have the option to move. How did I end up like this? Well at this stage I have no idea. I only deducted the options of what was happening from the silenced mutters outside th

(A/N: I made two outfits for this fanfiction, your day set and your pajama set. Links are in the description if you want to see them.) Every day, life was growing steadily better. At the prison, especially after the Woodbury incident, things seemed like they were normal again. A normal life, without wars, the fear of death, or the fear of the Governor. Even though there were people working the fences to keep the walkers out, things were relatively peaceful. Rick had stepped down from his leadership role, taking in the more quiet aspects of life, including the farming skills he 'inherited' from Hershel. He seemed to enjoy doing that daily wo

A/N: Thanks to my 5 year old cousin, whom watched Sofia the first over and over again, this X Reader, along with Daryl, Glenn, and Carl; Plus whom ever else you want in the The Walking Dead, is themed in the medieval times. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was the winter season in the land of Atlantica.  The chilly air caused, your thin brown dress, that was required for all the maids of the castle to wear, to dance in the air, loosely. Carrying the basket of fresh baked loafs of bread, you sighed as the winter air flew past you. Snow covered the ground in the Kingdo

Author's Note: We're just gonna pretend that Grant doesn't have a girlfriend in this, even though in real life, he does. I hope you like this omg it's really late and I should've been in bed a long time ago but THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE  <333 "Hi." You greeted, already a little bit breathless. "I'm a huge fan." You said, and even though it was directed at Grant, you looked at the casting director and the producer of the movie to let them know that they were included in the statement. The casting director had worked on several of your favorite movies, as had the producer, and you were very impressed with their work. Grant smiled and ex