Wounded

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Author note: I tagged Macabre as an OC (seen in Daryl x OC), this isn't entirely accurate. She's an alternate version of Harry Potter, part of the family of multiple female versions of Harry Potter's who all became a Master Of Death in their universe. The adapted to the name Peverell, and go across different universes whilst messing around. I tagged her as an OC because I didn't want to tag her as Harry Potter, because, for all intents and purposes, she isn't Harry Potter. 

Also, don't own Harry Potter, or The Walking Dead. Otherwise, The Cursed Child wouldn't be considered canon and Glenn would've never died.

Macabre smiled at the girl across the park.

She'd been in this universe for a week now, tension bubbling, about to break. The tension, caused by the rising apocalypse. No one knew it was happening, all of them oblivious to the fact that their souls were death touched. Destined to die, in just a few moments of time. 

Whistling to herself, she walked back to her truck. Didn't get a moment to open the door before sirens began blaring, and an emergency warning came from her phone.

"This is not a drill. An illness has risen, transferred through bites. Quarantine zones are being made as we speak, please come to your nearest one as fast and as safely as possible. I repeat..."

Macabre tilted her head, looking at her phone. Just for a second, processing that this is how they tell the public. The girl from across the park screamed as one of the undead bit into her arm, tearing flesh away from bone. 

Macabre climbed into her truck quickly, speeding away without a glance at the scene. Ends up just outside of the city by nightfall, cars surrounding her, traffic slow.

"You say you're attracted to the way I move when you sleep with me*," Macabre sung softly, drumming her fingers against the wheel, waiting for the cars in front of her to move. 

The compartments in her jeep's floor were filled with dehydrated food, and she had camping gear in the back seats. Macabre brought a gummy worm to her lips, eating the sweet candy without a care in the world. A guitar was sat in the passenger seat, with more candy. Macabre had a sweet tooth, and was blessed with the ability of eating whatever she wanted without any repercussions. 

Others were panicking as they got out of their cars to talk, but Macabre stayed in her vehicle, with the front seats windows down. 

She'd just finished crumbling her empty packet up when the city blew up. Macabre's eyes widened, and she stared at the fire, enamored. 

•

Two months later

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"Where've you been?" Shane demanded, irritated. 

Macabre ignored him, continuing to haul her catch closer to her tent. The buck would be a good meal, and she looked forward to making a stew out of him. She didn't particularly like venison, but she'd rather catch it to feed to them rather than let the children go hungry. 

"I'm not going to starve because of you peoples cowardness." Macabre hisses, irritated with the man. 

"We're supposed to stay together," Lori said, eyes darting, hands on her son's shoulders. Macabre exhaled deeply.

"I don't suppose you have a better idea for food? This deer will feed us for a couple days, that's a lot more meals than we have lying around like this fellow." Macabre says, motioning to the soon to be venison.

The people around her became visibly conflicted, torn between their own safety and the hunger in their stomachs. Macabre let go of the buck, sighing at how dirty she was. 

She quickly moved on to skinning and gutting the deer, cutting the venison into long strips. With the meat cut apart, she grabbed a pot to cook the venison, adding some of the many seasonings she had, cans of corn, tomatoes, and beans into it before dumping a bag of brown rice into the pot. 

Macabre made sure to flesh the hide, wanting to use every part of the animal. It'd make a few good jackets, maybe some gloves as well. She kept the antlers for future use, Macabre did appreciate the jewelry that could be made of them. 

She hummed to herself, preparing multiple bowls of food. Stood with two of them, walking over to the Dixon's camp. 

"Dinner time," Macabre sung, watching Merle and Daryl quickly look up from the maintenance they were doing with their hunting equipment. 

"Wha'd yah got, woman?" Merle asked, reaching for the wooden bowl. Macabre tutted, holding it out of arms reach. 

"Now, that's not how you would talk to someone who went through the time and effort of hunting a deer and then dragging it back for processing before cooking a lovely meal they're sharing, would you?" Macabre tutted playfully, amused.

Merle blinked, before grinning. "Right, right, no hard feelin's missy. Wha'd yah got for me, woman, please." Macabre laughed, holding the bowl out for him.

"Here you go, love." Macabre says, handing Daryl's bowl to him. "Thanks," Daryl's quiet voice says, head down. 

Merle gave her a dirty grin, but she swiftly whacked him over the head and he stopped.

Macabre walked back over to the food, pausing to look at the bowls she'd sectioned off from the others (filled to the top with the food, more than the 3/4 filled others), and decided to add crackers to the top. 

"Children! Come here, darlings." Macabre called, watching the kids in the camp come wandering towards her, faces downcast.

They lit up once they seen the bowls of food, and eagerly started running towards her. The younger ones let out happy shrieks, excited. 

"Thank you Ms. Maca!" They chorused, beaming at her. Their eyes shone with happiness, and, whilst Macabre was never particularly maternal, she did still enjoy children.

"Thank you," Carol says, looking around anxiously. How Macabre longed to wrap her hands around her filthy husband's neck. 

"Don't worry about it, here. For you, for that time you washed my clothes." Macabre says, holding the last bowl of food out for her. 

Carol looks at it longingly, but hesitated. "I couldn't. What're you going to eat?" She asks, concerned. 

Macabre waves her off, "I ate whilst cooking." She says lowly, as though admitting something. Carol relaxed, taking the bowl from her.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!!! 🎄💚

The plan is to alternate between updating this between updating another one of my works. My main focus is on Obsessed (a Kol Mikaelson x Macabre's sister) so I'll be prioritizing updating that before this.

*that song is called Feel Sexy by Roe Lapara