Glen Mazzara Fan Fictionara Part 2: The Glowing Review

Glen's eyelids began to lower as his head rests against the recliner cushion.  The night had turned out to be longer than he had expected.  It had been hours before when he first sat down at his computer to knock out the finale rewrite for tomorrows meeting with Robert Kirkman.  He knew that the last scene he was working on was nearly perfect, but it was missing something.  Something that he knew was right in front of him but hidden just enough that he couldn't get the thought down on paper.  As hard as he had tried to fight it, his eyelids fluttered until finally they pressed down together and he started to doze off.  A smile still on his face as his thoughts delighted in his earlier prank session.
"Get up Glen" he says to himself as he starts to reopen his eyes. "You need to finish writing the...."  Glen blinks his eyes repeatedly as he stares at the sun streaming into his study window.  "What the Hell?"  he mutters as he glances down at his watch.  "You've got to be kidding me.... 7:45am????"  He rechecks his watch again as he jumps up from his recliner "Great, I fell asleep and the meeting is in less than two hours." He shakes his head wondering why his wife hadn't woken him as he checks the computer and hits save.  "It's soo close.  I'll work it out at the office" 
As he turns to go get ready, he picks up his cell phone and notices he has several missed calls and a few voicemails.  He starts to listen to the messages and his mood lifts hearing the responses from his fun the evening before.

The first message is from Lauren Cohan: "Glen.....How could you do that?!  Yes you got me.  We're even"

The next was left by Norman Reedus:  "Asshole....that was fucked up.  See ya later."

There was even a message left by Andrew Lincoln.  "I heard everyone got pranked last night but me.  Good show."  After a brief pause in the message, Andrew continues, "Is there a reason I should know as to why I wasn't pranked?  Call me"

Glen laughs as presses his phone to retrieve the next message.  It's from Nicotero.  "Glen....It's Greg.  I can't explain on the phone but DON'T FINISH THE SCENE......You can't.  I'll explain when you get here.  If anyone asks......I never called"

The message ends with a click and Glen plays it back as his brows crease with confusion.  "What the hell is that all about?"   "What is what about?" Glen jumps at the sound of his wife's voice behind him.  "Geez!" he says startled "Where did you come from?"  She smiles as she steps closer and kisses him on the chin.  "I'm sorry dear.  Did I startle you?"  Glen shakes his head "No.  It's Nicotero.  He left me a really odd message.  That's all"  Her smile fades "What kind of message?"  He smiles at her reassuringly "Its nothing.  He said something about me not finishing the finale"  His wife's eyes widen "You HAVE too!" she demands instantly then blinks as she smiles once more.  "I mean you can't disappoint the fans"   Surprised by her reaction, he stares at her for a moment before replying.  "No.  I can't disappoint them.  And I won't" he leans over and kisses her forehead. "Thats why I have to go get dressed for the meeting"  He smiles and walks out of the room.

Glen is showered and dressed in record time.  As he goes toward his study to retrieve what he needs, his wife greets him outside the bedroom door with his laptop, files and a travel mug of coffee. "Don't want you to be late dear." She flashes a Stepford-ish smile at him "You don't want to disappoint those fans"   As she hands over everything, he can't help but ask "Are you feeling alright?"  She blinks before answering "I'm excited to see the finale.  I'm your biggest fan"  As she hands him his file folder, one loose sheet of paper falls to the floor and he bends over to retrieve it.   "You are?  Thanks hun"  He stands back up and looks at her noticing a light red glow in her eye.  "What was...." Before he finishes the question, he blinks and her eye appears normal again.  "Are you alright Glen?" she moves closer and he shakes his head.  "I didn't sleep well."  He raises up the mug "This is definitely appreciated"  They say their goodbyes and Glen goes outside to his car and heads into work.

Within seconds of parking his car at the studio lot, an office intern runs over to him. "Good morning Mr. Mazzara.  Can I help you carry anything inside Mr. Mazzara?"  Glen looks down at the normally quiet intern with surprise.  "No thank you Jeff.  I'm good"     Jeff continues to walk alongside Glen as he goes into the building. "Today's the big day.  I'm soo excited that you've finished the finale."  Glen can feel Jeff staring at him as they walk.  "I'm glad you're excited Jeff.  We all are"  Glen's eyes glance over at the newly eager intern, but what he sees surprises him even more.  Jeff's eyes appear to have the same red glow that he had thought was in his wife's eyes earlier.  Blinking quickly, Glenn is relieved to see the interns eyes return to normal.  "Are you ok Mr. Mazzara?" Jeff asks overly concerned.  "I'm fine Jeff.  I was up way too late working on the finale."  Jeff lets out a long breath of relief "Phew!!  You had me worried.  We wouldn't want to disappoint the fans"  Glen agrees with Jeff but quickly excuses himself as he feels the beginnings of a headache coming on.

He finally makes it to his office and goes inside closing the door behind him.  "I really need to sleep better" he mutters to himself as he sits down at his desk and opens his laptop.  His desk phone rings just as he begins to type and he lifts the receiver to his ear.  "Hello" he waits for a response but there is none.  "Hello? Is someone there?"  He hears the faint sound of a whispered voice "Don't finish it"   Glen strains to hear the voice clearer  "Who is this?  I can't hear you"  The voice repeats  "Don't finish the scene Glen"  Glen looks at his laptop screen "Greg?  Is this you?  What's going on?"  Silence echoes through the phone.   "Greg why shouldn't I finish it.  The meeting is in 15 minutes."   There is a burst of loud arguing on the other side of the line and Glen hears Nicatero voice yelling but sounding farther and farther away.  "DON'T LET THEM ASSIMILATE YOU" is the only sentence Glen could make out clearly before the phone line goes dead.

Staring blankly at the phone as he tries to make sense of the call, Glen rubs his temple trying to lessen the pounding in his head.  "What is going on today?"   Then it dawns on him.... "They're all getting back at me for my phone prank"  He laughs now fully relieved by his own realization.  "Those sneaky sons-of-bitches"   He starts to type on his laptop again as he shakes his head "Alright.  I'll play along now.  Let's see how far they'll take this"


To be continued......  Wouldn't want to disappoint the fans......

Glen Mazzara Fan Fictionara: Never Kid a Kidder

The crumpled ball of paper flew across the room and crashed into the wall before falling into the nearly full trash can. Glen raised his arms into the air cheering " He shoots....He scores!!" as his wife enters the room smiling at the sight of her husband.  "Are you still working on the finale rewrite?" she asked as she moves behind him and looks at the piles of notes all over the desk.  The computer screen illuminating his face as he looks up at her nodding. "Yes, but it's almost there." He glances down at his cell phone as it buzzes with yet another Twitter notification.  " Why don't you turn that thing off?" his wife chides as she gently rubs his shoulders. "Maybe you'll be able to focus more and actually get a good nights sleep for a change.". Glen taps his finger on his phone display and shrugs. "You're probably right but...." he looks back up at her smiling, " It's the fans"  She shakes her head as she leans over and kisses her husbands forehead. " I know.  You can't disappoint your fans." The softness in her eyes revealing that she admired the passion and dedication her husband has for his work.  She steps back but keeps her eyes locked on his. " Try not to stay up too much longer Glen.  You know how it affects you when you don't get enough sleep."  Glen chuckles as he nods his head " Yes Mother" he winks. " I shouldn't be much longer."

As she leaves the room, Glen turns back to the blank notepad and begins to tap his pen on the top sheet.

    Write....Crumple....Toss.
            Write....Crumple.....Toss.
                      Write.....Crumple.....Toss.

Glen eventually lays his pen down after 20 minutes or so of unsatisfactory storyline twists and stands to stretch his back and legs.  " I need a distraction for a few minutes.  Then I'll get this." Picking up his cell, he scrolls through the endless list of mentions and interactions until he sees a Tweet that brings a playful smile to his lips. "Lauren...Lauren....Lauren." he arches his brow and looks up Lauren Cohan's cell number. " Not a bad impersonation of me my dear.  But..." He presses dial. "Payback's a bitch." Quickly Glen clears his throat as the phone starts to ring. He knew she wouldn't answer since she and the rest of the cast was in the middle of an episode shoot in Georgia.  His smile grew as he heard her voicemail message begin to play. " Hi. You've reached Lauren....." As the message finished, Glen's face became serious and he began speaking with the most scary showrunner's voice he could muster. "Lauren, this is Glen.  Glen Mazzara.  First let me say what a terrific job you've been doing this season.  Really.   Second....well, we need to see you in the writer's room first thing in the morning.  First thing."
After a moment of silence, Glen burst out laughing and nearly drops the phone.  "PSYCH!!!! Just kidding.  Did I get you?  I know I did.  See what happens when you impersonate me on national TV...."

He hangs up the phone still laughing to himself. " That was fun"  He stares down at the phone still in his hand and decides to repeat the call with every member of the cast.  He starts with Steven Yeun and works all the way through to Norman Reedus.  Glen stops before dialing Andrew Lincoln's number, after recalling the overly convincing performance Andrew gave during his mental breakdown scene.  "Maybe not."

Glen puts down his phone and sits on his favorite recliner.  As his head leans back against the cushion, he chuckles to himself thinking about all the frantic calls he'll be receiving in the morning.

To be continued.......

Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction Part 4: Daryl's Deliverance

Daryl takes a deep breath and clenches his jaw as he turns back inside the room to retrieve Rick.  Throwing the motionless man over his shoulder, Daryl peers back outside of the door making sure the coast is clear.  He steps out into the hall with one last lingering glance over his shoulder in the direction he had heard her scream  "Hang in there Carol" he voices out loud as he adjusts Rick on his shoulder "I'll be right back.  Just hang on"  Daryl turns and makes his way back to their protected cell block in a hurry.

As he nears the block, he stops and looks back when he hears an even fainter scream coming from deep within the prison.  His whole body tenses as he lets out a low growl and turns the corner to the block gate.

He is greeted by the sight of Oscar and Carl holding guns up at him and yells "OPEN UP!!"  Immediately both lower there weapons and come rushing to the gate.  "Dad!!!" Carl cries out at the sight of his father slumped over Daryl's shoulder.  "He's fine kid" Daryl pats Carl's shoulder as he walks past him and into the first cell.  Gently he lays Rick down on the cot as the others follow in behind him.  "What happened?" Carl pleads.  "Is he....Is he bit?"  Daryl looks to the young boy and shakes his head.  "Nah, he's gonna be fine."  With a quick motion of his hand, he waves the others out of the cell and locks the door.  Oscar looks in at Rick then back at Daryl.  "Then why are you locking him up?"  Hershel clears his throat as he stands on his crutches "I'm guessing because Rick isn't himself.  At least not mentally right now."  Herschel nods to Daryl letting him know that he understands before continuing.  "He needs some rest"  Daryl nods back at Hershel as he pulls the crossbow back up onto his shoulder "Where are Maggie and Glen?"  He looks around the room questingly.  Beth looks down at the baby in her arms "They've gone to town for Formula and ammo"   Daryl shakes his head and walks toward the cell block gate.  "Wait" Carl grabs him by the arm "Where are you going?  You just got back"   Daryl looks down at Carl and then back out beyond the gate.  "There's something I gotta do.  I'll be back"  He leaves before anyone can question him any further.  He heard a scream and it sounded like Carol but there was no sense in getting anyones hope up just yet.  Besides, from the sound of that scream, there wasn't time.

Daryl worked his way through the twisting dark hallways keeping his weapon raised.  His eyes and ears were sharply focused as he returned to the spot he had first heard her scream.   There were still Walkers in this part of the prison, so he had to move cautiously but at the same time, the thought that Carol could be facing those same Walkers, made him all the more determined to proceed.  Each turn bringing him closer to finding his friend or running face to face with a horde of Walkers.
He passes several downed Walkers and he could picture Carol taking them out one at a time.  For a small lady, she had become one tough cookie these past several months.  Gone was the frail woman who cried every night over her lost little girl.  She was stronger now.  Daryl had helped her get that way just like she had helped him feel needed and valued in the group.  She had told him that he was every bit as good as the others and she meant it.  He started believing it because of her and now he needed to show it.  He had to find her.... Alive.

  The shuffling sound of dragging feet alarmed him to the surprise around the corner and he was ready for it. As he turned the bend, WHOSH, the arrow headed straight into the Walkers skull and down he went.  There were already several other Walker bodies on the floor.  So many that he had to step over a few of them in order to continue in the direction he wanted to go.  As Daryl stepped over a few Walkers piled together, he felt a hand reach out from the pile grabbing at his ankle. 

"Shit" he jumps back and twists around aiming his crossbow to the pile. The hand is small as its fingers continue to grasp for his leg. "I see you there" Daryl pulls back on his bow and prepares to fire.  "Daryl?"  a voice whispers from beneath the lifeless pile of Walker corpses.  He blinks down in shock as his crossbow lowers and he leans in pulling the top bodies aside. 

"Carol?" he mutters in disbelief as her face is revealed to him.  "You're alive"  Gently he reaches down and tests the warmth of her face to be sure.  Her face is bloodied and bruised.  The shine in her eyes is sunken in and her lips appear dry and crackled as well.  "Let's get you out of here"  Quickly and far too easily, he lifts her up into his arms.  She's too light from not eating and visibly exhausted Not to mention dehydrated, but she was alive.

 

 

Carol tries to speak but Daryl hushes her "Shhh.  I've got you."  A very small smile tries to appear on Carols lips as her head falls against Daryls shoulders.  Her eyes wearily close as she manages to whisper "I...knew...you'd...come"  Daryl's grip tightens around her frail form as he prepares to make the way back through the prison to the safety of their block.  He had finally saved someone he cares about and there isn't a Walker on earth that was taking her from him now.  At least not while he was alive.

Daryl Dixon Fan fiction Pt 3 - Daryl's Dilemma

 

 

 

Daryl moved cautiously through the prison as he searched for their once solid leader.  Aiming his crossbow into each empty cell looking for some sign that Rick had been nearby.  Other than a few mutilated remains of previous inmates, There didn't seem to be any indication leading Daryl in the direction to take but he wasn't giving up yet. 

 

Unsure of how much time had passed as he scoured yet another cell block, he thought that maybe he should check back on the others before they are dumb enough to send out a search party for him.  "Great" he thinks out loud "Then I'll have to go searchin for my search party.  Good Lord"

 

Daryl freezes in his footsteps when he spots the boiler room door.  Maggie had told him when they went out to find formula for Little Ass Kicker, that it was in this room that they had left Lori's remains.  Shaking his head, he pulls open the door knowing that if Rick had come this way, he'd been sure to enter as well.

 



Slowly he moves down the steps with his crossbow raised not knowing what he'll find within.  "Rick?" he calls out barely over a whisper but there's no response.  As he moves farther into the room he spies the blood stains and stray bone pieces scattered across the floor and he knows what Lori's fate had been. 

Following the smeared blood trail, he sees the walker slumped against the wall and he moves closer. "Hey" he calls out angrily "You there."  When there is no movement, Daryl kicks the body with his foot while keeping steady aim at his skull.  When the body is jostled, it falls over revealing it's smashed in skull.  "I guess you met Rick"  He lowers the crossbow and lifts his boot up over it's head "Don't suppose you know where he went?"  In one swift motion, Daryls boot slams down completely crushing what was left of the Walkers head.  "Didn't think so.  That was for Lori"

After about another hour, Daryl hears movement and what sounded like a psychotic growl coming from ahead.  He moves in the direction of the commotion and turns the corner just as Rick is crashing an axe into a lone walkers head.

 

 

"Rick" Daryl calls after seeing that Rick took out his prey.  Rick doesn't answer but stands over the fallen walker, staring down at his latest kill with his axe still embedded in his skull.  Daryl takes a few steps closer but remains a safe distance away after Glenn remarked at how Rick had greeted him earlier.  "Are you here Rick?" he questions not really sure he doesn't already know the answer.

 

 

 

Ricks muscles jerk and he slowly turns around facing Daryl.  Daryl knew for sure that part of Rick was completely checked out of reality, but he had experienced similar situations when dealing with Merle on one of his many drug binges.  "Rick, we need to get back to the block with the others"  He watched as Rick stood silently staring back at him with wild eyes.  "You probably sounded the dinner bell to every walker in here with all that noise you were making"  Rick lips curl into a meancing smile "Good" he growls out "Let them come" Daryl's patience runs out and he moves next to Rick grabbing hold of his fore arm.  "You're coming back with me even if I have to drag you there"  Ricks reaction was quicker than Daryl had anticipated as he is thrown back against a nearby wall.  "I'm staying right here" Rick states coldly "I'm killing every one of those...things"  He turns to go retrieve his axe and Daryl seizes his oppportunity.

 

 

 

Lunging off of the wall, he tackles Rick to the ground and holds him there "Listen to me"  he commands as Rick looks up at him furiously struggling to get free "You got family back there Dammit!  They need you"  Rick calms for a brief second but loses control again "THEY NEED ME TO KILL MORE" he yells loudly.  Daryl holds his hand over Ricks mouth "What are you trying to do?  Bring them all to us? "  Daryl looks in both directions then back down at Rick.  "Your son just lost his mother.  You determined on him losing his father too?"  Lifting his hand off of Ricks mouth slowly when he sees the emotion registering in his friends eyes.  "I lost my wife" Rick's voice raw with pain.  "I couldn't keep her safe.  I'm keeping Carl safe doing this"  Daryl stands up and offers his hand to Rick.  "I know" Daryl nods as Rick accepts his hand and stands up.  "But we need to do this together.  Not on suicide missions" 

 

 

 

The heads of both men turn when they hear the metal door hit the wall.  The next sound they heard were the moans of approaching walkers.  "Shit" Daryl mutters under his breath.  "My axe" Ricks eyes move to the body possessing his only weapon but it lies in the path of the oncoming threat.  "No time" Daryl looks at Rick whose eyes start to gloss over once more as he focuses on the possibility of more kills.  Reacting fast, Daryl grabs hold of Rick and forces him into a nearby room and locks the door with his master key.  "We can hide out here til they pass"  He instructs but Rick is gone again mentally "Let me out!" Rick growls as he pushes Daryl aside and makes a move to open the door.  Knowing that the noise alone will draw the walkers right to them Daryl does the only thing he can to save them both.  He raises the handle of his crossbow over Ricks head and plows it down rendering Rick unconcious.  "Sorry brother.  I had to"

 

 

 

Daryl leans against the wall near Rick and sinks down to the floor laying his crossbow beside him.  He looks over at his friend and shakes his head with guilt for having to hurt a man he respects but he had left him no choice.  "We'll just wait it out and by then you'll be up"  he sighs as he pulls his knife out of its sheath and begins running it along the ground as he waits  "We'll head back when they're gone.  Then you can hit me.  I got it comin"

 

After a while, the noise outside the room goes away and Daryl unlocks the door to peek outside.  The corridor looks clear and he turns to go try to wake Rick.  As the door is nearly shut, he hears a sound that rips a chill through him.  It was a scream coming from farther away in the prison.  A womans scream.  " Carol?" he whispers hopefully.  He pulls the door open about to chase after the sound but looks back at the still unconscious Rick.  He could lock the door behind him and Rick would be perfectly safe inside.  But then if Rick wakes up, there will be nothing keeping him from returning to his homicidal/suicidal mission.  "God dammit!" Daryl punches the door as he quickly decides what to do.







Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction Pt 2 - Daryl's Decision

Daryl watches with satisfaction as the lone walker symbolically falls to the cold ground on the other side of the fence.  Without another glance, he turns back toward the cell block entrance and makes his way across the yard once more.  Stopping just before the concrete, he kneels down and thrusts the blade into the dirt to remove any trace of where it had just been.  With a quick swipe of the metal across his pant leg, he stands and reenters the prison closing the door behind him.

 

Once he is inside, he is alarmed by the screeching cry of a baby coming from inside Cell Block C and he takes off.  "What is it?" he looks around at the group as they all stand huddled around the crying infant.  Carl rocks his baby sister back and forth in his arms as he looks back to Daryl with panic in his eyes.  "She won't stop crying" he blurts out as he continues to rock.  "We've tried everything and she won't stop.  I think there's something wrong with her"  Maggie steps forward and lifts the baby from Carls arms and attempts to quiet her with a bottle.  Daryl moves over to Maggie's side and watches anxiously as the bottle is greeted by yet another peircing cry.  "Let me try" Daryl reaches out for the baby and all eyes in the room look over at him with mild surprise.  "What" Daryl scowls as he lifts baby girl Grimes and lays her within his own arms. "Y'all think I can't handle no baby?"  Maggie quickly extends the bottle to Daryl who shakes his head at everyone as he accepts it and looks down at the baby.  "They're wrong.  Ain't that right Little Ass Kicker?  Uncle Daryl's got ya now.  You can stop all that cryin"  Carl moves over to Daryl and points to his baby sister. "Her name isn't little Ass Kicker"  Daryl looks up with a raised brow "Ain't nobody come up with nothin different. So until they do, thats what I'm callin her."  Carl's lips start to move but he hesitates when Beth steps forward and interrupts.  "She's stopped crying"  Everyone looks down at the now smiling baby and then back at Daryl.  "See" Daryl smiles back at everyone "She likes the name"  He presses the tip of the bottle to the infants lips who takes it hungrily.

 

 

"I tried feeding her" Carls brows crease with frustration.  Glen walks over and pats Carl on the back consolingly. "Looks like Daryl just seems to have a way with the ladies"   Daryl shakes his head and gives a slight roll of his eyes at Glenn but his attention returns to the small bundle in his arms.  "Eat up Little Ass Kicker" The babys small hands move around the bottle as she feeds and Daryl looks over toward Herschel.  "Has Rick come back yet?"  Herschel who had been smiling as he watched the small child, shakes his head somberly "No.  Not since he came by this morning to check on Carl" 

 

 

 Daryl walked over to Carl and gently handed his sister back to him.  "You be quiet for you big brother girlie.  Uncle Daryl is gonna go find your Daddy"  Carl cradled his sister but his eyes widened. "I want to go too.  I can help you find him"   Maggie stood behind Carl and put her hand on Carl's shoulder as Daryl stood back up. "No.  You stay here and keep an eye on Little ass...I mean your little sister"  Carl looks down at his sister and nods. "Alright" he replies but the disappointment is barely hidden in his voice.

Daryl picks up his crossbow and walks toward the cell block gate.  Herschel motions him over and in hushed tones he questions Daryls course of action.  "Do you really think he'll come back with you?"  Daryl looks over at Carl holding his little sister and looks back to Hershel.  "He ain't got no choice.  They need their Daddy"  Without another word, Daryl walks out of the block, locking the gate behind him.



I choose to be a F.A.T.T.I.E.

Wouldn't it be nice if all the little white lies and partial truths that people tell us to avoid hurting our feelings were true?

You're not fat....You're just big boned.

 

No...those jeans don't make your butt look big

 

You're beautiful on the inside...thats what counts.

 

How many of us have heard any of these or perhaps said similar things to others?  I know I've heard them most of my life.  Yes, the people telling me these things were being polite.  They were being nice.  Unlike the people on the other side of the spectrum that delight in being cruel or hurtful.  The ones that take pride in tearing others down to make themselves feel more significant.  

In the end though, neither of them are very good for us in the long run.  The cruel jerks beat down on our self esteem and make us feel worthless or at the very least cause us to shed a few tears.  The friends however, in my opinion, are doing more damage.  By giving us the perception that we are far better off than what we actually are, we become complacent in regards to what we need to do.  Our "friends" wouldn't lie to us?  Truth is though, we are lying to ourselves if we accept the kind words because they are more comforting. 

Facts are facts. 

Any medical professional will tell you that men and women alike have definite height to weight ratios.  If you fall too far above, or too far below, that ratio....you're unhealthy. Sure, you may feel fine.   At your last check up, your cholesterol was good.  Your blood pressure was perfect.  All in all you were in good shape.  Ok, so you've gained some weight.  It's not a big deal , you'll lose it eventually right?  Here's the question though.  How do you plan on losing it?  When do you plan on losing it?

I have been overweight my entire life.  I was never happy with that fact but at the same time, I was never in any hurry to remedy it.  As the years went by, I slowly packed on the pounds and before I knew it, the scale was peaking at 320.  Not only that, I was in the early stages of Type II Diabetes.  Whoa!!!  How did that happen?  I've always had low blood pressure.  My cholesterol is perfect.  I've "dieted".  I was even on the High School Fencing team...way back when,  How did I end up over 300 pounds and diabetic? 

The answer is simple.  I ignored the truth.  No...I am not 'Big-Boned'  Yes...my butt made those pants look small.  And although I am beautiful on the inside, my outside needed alot of work.
I was in denial all my life.  Even though down deep I knew I was fat, I would rather be told the polite white lies than hear the truth from the ones close to me.  Their opinions are what matter, not the jerk that gets off on yelling 'Hey Fatso'.  It's the people who we admire and respect that need to be straight with us.  We need the cold splash of reality thrown in our face.  We need to act now before we wake up one day over 300 pounds and diabetic...or before we wake up in a hospital bed....or before we don't wake up at all. 

I've set myself on the road to a healthier reality.  I weigh less now than I did 15 years ago and my diabetes is currently dormant.  Although I still have quite a way to go before I fall back into my proper ratio, I'm determined to get there.  And when I do, I'll no longer be fat....but I will ALWAYS be a F.A.T.T.I.E.

Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction Pt 1 - Daryl's Revenge (Adult Language)

The sky was clear and allowed an unobstructed view of the stars as Daryl made his way around the perimeter of the prison yard.  He stops by the guard tower to rub his chilled hands together as his breath steams from between the firm lines of his lips.   The cold weather lately making the extra responsibilities protecting their new home more difficult.  "Home" Daryl shakes his head at the thought and lets out a low laugh.  "Who would've thought I'd be calling a prison home and liking it?" 
As Daryl completed his final turn around the yard, his thoughts turn to the infant waiting inside.   Ever since her arrival, Daryl found himself even more determined to step up and keep his new family safe.  They were depending on him and he was not going to let them down. Not like he had let her down.
Daryl's hand sinks into his pants pocket where he grips the cloth of Carols head scarf.  His eyes close as he fights off the grief of losing the one woman who had never backed away from him.  God knows he had tried to push her away, but she stood her ground.  He hesitates outside of the cell block door trying to regain his resolve, but the thoughts of her body lying alone somewhere in the prison sets him off.  He turns away from the door and raising his middle finger to the clear night sky above.  "Fuck you!!"  His voice echoes across the prison yard.  "You're a sick son of a bitch, you know that?"  He looks up waiting for a response that he knows will never come.  "She didn't deserve to die.  She didn't deserve none of this."  Daryl's eyes stare coldly across the yard when he notices a walker clinging to the outside fence.  "What the hell do you want?  Haven't you done enough?"  He walks with a hard pace across the yard in the direction of the walker as he continues to yell.  "Sofia wasn't enough?  Merle...Lori..."  His knife slides out of it's sheath as he nears the fence. "Dale?  When will it be enough?"  The Walkers gurgled moan is the only response given as Daryl raises his knife into the air.  "You're not getting any more of us."  The knife comes down with blunt force through the links of the fence and into the Walkers skull.  "Not a single one"  Daryl pulls the knife out as it's intended target slides down the fence and onto the ground.