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Team Delusional get on instagram and let’s bombard them with TD questions! Maybe we will get lucky!🍀

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i watched the second episode of tales of the walking dead and got an idea: what if beth also keeps living the same day over and over again?

daryl is stuck in slabtown, he keeps losing people, especially blondes like beth. maaaybe beth also keeps getting captured by bad people? in the episode "blair/gina", they either die together or kill each other.

birdie tries to save people but gets close to death every time.

the people he cares about die in front of him.

see? they're both probably stuck in the same loop. 😭 gina and blair break the cycle by working together, so little birdie must come home.

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Hate on Beth for singing all you want but me personally?? I would be belting showtunes whilst killing walkers because it keeps me sane.

I am Beth Greene

We are all Beth Greene.

The realest character in that show fr.

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No one will fight for you the way a Team Delulu Bethyl shipper will. Getting your ass an autograph by THE EMILY KINNEY ON A BETHYL PICTURE

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my gorgeous gorgeous princess

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*✧･ﾟ: *𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳*✧･ﾟ:

𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙻 𝙳𝙸𝚇𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂

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too cute not to share

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𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔩..

Daryl when you first come into Alexandria.

MDNI!!

A/N- I just couldn’t stop thinking about this so enjoy.. 💔

warnings! -> mention of throat fucking, p eating, some cussing, small fluff. Dom daryl, sub bratty reader… I’m deff forgetting something

Daryl’s known to be Rick’s right hand man, his “brother”, if Rick was to get married again everyone knows Daryl would be the best man.. even if he was forced by Rick to take a shower and groom his hair. While Rick had the whole family thing going on Daryl was single and if you tried to mingle he may have bit your hand off.. until you came around.

When you came into Alexandria you were dirty, not even just slightly dirty you were covered in muck, your hair was wet from sweat, shirt ripped showing some of your waist and some of ur cleavage from your worn out bra since you were like 12. You had a few cuts and bruises not from walkers, just from trees and the amounts of times you’ve fell in the woods.

Aaron was the one who found you, he brought you back because you “needed it” but deep down you knew he just felt pity for you. A “poor little girl”. That’s how you felt atleast, but you weren’t a little girl. You were 25, you could handle guns but you preferred crossbows. After months of being all alone in the forest you didn’t settle into Alexandria for awhile you couldn’t, it didn’t feel normal to be in a place so nice. You were surrounded by walls, food, nice people oh such nice people besides the most insufferable person you’ve met.

Daryl Dixon, or as you like to call him “dastard” short for “dirty bastard!” which you frequently found yourself yelling at him every time he made you look weak again. When he followed you around like a child unable to be alone, unguarded, when you’d tell him to “fuck off” and “leave you alone” or even questioned why he followed you.. he’d space off and follow you in a more respectful distance. (He would just be walking behind you and pretending not to be.)

While everyone in Alexandria welcomed you in like family, like the adult woman you were.. Daryl treated you like you were a child, yes you were younger, you were a woman and you were assignment womanly jobs but you wanted to do more be more so..sometimes you’d struggle to pick up heavier things.. which would cause Daryl to scoff and shove you aside while he effortlessly throws it over his shoulder. You were weaker than him but it didn’t mean you couldn’t pull your weight.

Daryl acted protective over you but you couldn’t tell because everytime you caught him being nice he’d bite your head off a second later. Daryl wasn’t always rude, if you needed something he was first to get it for you, he wouldn’t make it obvious though. Couldn’t let sweet young thing like you think he cared. Just like the time he overheard you rambling to Rosita about wanting a cute warm jacket for the winter.. Daryl went out through storms and herds of walkers just to find some “stupid fuckin’ mall” just to find a jacket for you. it randomly showed up on ur porch on a random tuesday. Not DoorDash, rather Daryl dash. You asked around camp for weeks to find out who would’ve left it, you figured maybe Rosita went and got you one. Eventually Carol had told you she figured Daryl got it for you, said he may even “have a thing for you sweetheart, but he’d probably hide it.. you know Daryl.”

Daryl was so nice in private but he’d never let you close enough yourself so you could just tell him you knew it was him, you knew he cared you just wanted to know why. Why he could act so nice then change his mind 20 seconds later like an alarm. Why wouldn’t he let you get close? You wanted him, you couldn’t help it, the way he follows you like a guard dog, the way he stalked you like a wolf stalking its rabbit. You couldn’t help that the end of the world happened and now you caught to yourself drooling over Daryl Dixons biceps while he worked out in the hot sun. You knew he wanted you to, or atleast you thought he did..didn’t know if that meant as a friend or more but you definitely knew how he looked at you. Everytime you entered a room his eyes were on you, scanning you head to toe, you could look like a deceased person while being sick hair all messy, eye bags, sniffy nose that didn’t matter to Daryl he was always staring you down. Daryl was an older man who rode a motorcycle and shot a crossbow. You were a clean girl, younger girl who loved to look pretty even in a apocalypse, it gave you a sense of security something like the old world but you could shoot a crossbow and shove a knife into the skull of a walker like the rest of them.

Daryl, always telling you off when you would do something dumb on a run for food or supplies.

“Is tha’ whatcha’ wan’ you dumb girl! For one of them walkers to eat yer ass up for supper?!”

You didn’t understand why he was so mad, yes Daryl looked out for you and that was clear but he was too protective for a guy who was also so mean and avoidant towards you, the mixed signals drove you insane; it pissed you off. Glenn made a similar mistake last week and Daryl wasn’t screaming at him constantly about it. Everytime it ended in you stomping your food and .. maybe throwing a tiny “tantrum” in Daryl’s eyes.

“I know what I was doing! It would’ve happened to anyone im not anything different then the rest of ya! And you have no right to be telling me what to do your not my daddy you dirty- .”

oh you were so lucky Daryl wasn’t your daddy, you’d probably be bent over his motorcycle sobbing and wheeping while he fucked you into the seat until you were all innocent and soft again. The way he liked you, a pretty innocent girl who tried so hard to be a big girl even tho you were just “lil’ girl” in his eyes, his girl, his to protect.

Of course Daryl had thought of you that way the idea of his cock jamming the back of your throat, your eyes filled with tears staring into his. You were sweet to so many people in Alexandria but you always pushed Daryls buttons with the attitude and little fits you’d have. He imaged how if he could he’d eat your pussy he’d stop everytime before you came, licking little kitten licks up your clit just to punish you for being such a mouthy brat. He couldn’t care less if you begged, everytime you’d try to wiggle away you’d get a slap to the clit and dragged right back into his torture.

Daryl had eyes on you for a reason, he could’ve had so many other girls. Sasha has tried to hit on him, Rosita, some of the other random girls from Alexandria and yes they were all girls like you, tits, ass, makeup, mouthy, but you were different. Daryl liked you because of how YOU were, the way you laughed at the dumbest jokes that made no sense, the way you always lent a helping hand, the way you could knock the head off a walker even with ur pretty pink lip gloss off. The way you’d clean and cook like any other woman but you preferred to get your hands dirty so you were always helping the men even if most of the time Daryl was walking up behind you and helping you lift something because your legs were shaking while doing it alone. The way you’d stop and pick flowers or sit with the kids in the camp and play with them. Daryl fucking adored you.

You were younger, he was older but Daryl dreamed that he could have you, but he kept his distance because he was afraid you’d think he’d weird, a monster, a creep. He never would know you felt the same unless he tried to figure it out..

The things Daryl would do to get his hands on you just once.

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i really hate ai but i had to do that thing where u do the two characters with a kid and… yeah. i hope this ruins everybody else’s day like it did mine ❤️

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My favorites with my favorite song 🫠❤️‍🩹

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daryl after beth dies: i’m going to kms and literally self harm so i can actually feel something

daryl after anyone else dies: damn:/ … alright

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Beth being killed off never sat right with me what do you mean she was finally changing like she wanted too ?? She wasn’t just another dead girl and now she is.