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 oh  i  finally  remembered  my  password  omg .

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he’s quiet and lonely.not much to say,not much to do.

he withers in self pitywhile drinking up his blood.

the fire inside him has burnt to a crisp,and all that remains is the charcoal in his chest.

but there’s more to his story,then all this purgatory.

for he is so gentle,so sweet and soft.

but he lost two souls,so near and dear.

a brother,    and a love.it wounded his own.

for he was once loved,by a girl as white as snow.

she filled his heart,with all things brightbut soon took it away,when she faded into gray.

so now he lies awake,his lips filled with dew,wanting nothing more,then to fly back to those days,on the hard wood floor.

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would anyone like a starter while i’m here?

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i’ll be back in about an hour and a half i have to pick up my id now!!

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 “  RUN!  ”  he  shouted.  the  right  side  of  his  body  was  thrust  into  taking  out  a  walker  with  his  knife.  his  jaw  clenched  and  sweat-beads  formed  along  his  hairline,  his  biceps  tensing  with  all  their  might.  daryl  had  been  outside  the  walls  with  his  crossbow,  searching  the  walls  and  taking  what  he  could;  that  was  when  he’d  found  enid.

@jssenid.

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 “  gon’  crash  here.  ---  a  day  or  two.  ”  his  hands  wrapped  around  cans  of  food,  pulling  them  from  the  overhead  cupboards  and  placing  them  on  the  counter  below.  “  got  ‘nough  for  a  while.  ”

@dawnfeud.

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 “  i’m  sorry.  ”  the  words  were  simple  and  despite  them  being  said,  they  turned  to  nothing  but  air.  words  could  not  bring  back  what  had  been  lost,  they  couldn’t  provide  the  warmth  nor  comfort  that  glenn  had  once  given  her.  but  he  needed  her  to  know.

@greenemiles.

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 the  urge  to  spring  from  his  curled  up  position  on  the  cold,  cement  cell  floor  was  almost  too  quick  for  daryl  to  stop.  glenn  had  been  thought  dead  for  what  seemed  like  an  eternity,  yet  he  was  with  people  who  had  hurt  his  family,  who  had  hurt  his  best-friend,  his wife.  there  was  bitterness  in  daryl’s  throat  that  refused  to  be  swallowed  down,  to  be  drowned  out  by  the  small  positivity  that  could  come  from  the  situation.  in  his  own  way,  daryl  felt  betrayed  that  glenn  hadn’t  fought  harder  to  make  it  back.  to  make  it  back  to  maggie,  to  enid,  to  rick  and  carl,  to  tara. . .  to him.  “  don’t.  ”

@heydumbcss.

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 “  ain’t  ever  gon’  kneel.  ”  he  spoke  with  calmness  in  his  tone.  there  was  a  strength  that  overcame  his  fears,  the  overwhelming  darkness  that  loomed  physically  and  mentally  whilst  he  sat  in  his  cell.  the  taunting  of  the  music,  looping  around  his  brain  as  the  image  of  abraham  and  glenn  did;  haunting  him  to  the  very  core  overwhelmed  him  with  guilt.  ultimately,  it  made  him  thirsty  for  revenge,  eager  to  keep  throwing  punches.  “  i  ain’t.  ”

@frayedhart.

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 “  what  ya’  did,  ”  daryl  said,  referring  to  the  incident  in  the  bathroom  earlier  that  day.  “  ain’t  gon’  do  nothin’  but  pass  that  pain  on. . .   t’  maggie,  hershel. . .  ”

@madeiit​.

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riingmeup.

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“Unless you want some vitamins, I don’t have anything.” Joyce stated dejectedly. She had no more food and she had yet to find a source of water that she could heat up and put into bottles. She just prayed she’d be able to find something for her boy soon. 

 there  was  a  nagging  in  his  mind  that  urged  him  to  help  the  woman;  there  was  something  about  her  that  was  familiar.  she  reminded  him  of  lori,  looking  after  a  young  carl  with  hardly  any  food  to  spare.  daryl  swung  his  backpack  from  his  shoulder,  his  thick  fingers  fumbling  through  the  collection  of  items  he’d  scavenged  to  pull  the  food  from  it.  “  ‘ere.  ”

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would anyone like a starter while i’m here?

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would anyone like a starter while i’m here?

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Requested by anon.

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GLENN RHEE VS. SOCIAL MEDIA  → instagram.

modern version: glenn’s instagram ft. daryl dixon. ( @crossesbow )

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HEADCANON 003.

     —   IN REGARDS TO READING/TELEVISION,    HIS VOCABULARY.

 due to being unable to watch the television as a child,   daryl hardly got to see anything that was commercialised or popular when he was growing up.   the most he would see was SNIPPETS of things if he were passing through his house,   overhearing from the dinner table or his bedroom.   he had no gaming consoles like other people that he knew   &   the only time daryl got to play video games was when he was over at someone’s house,   which was RARE.   he spent a lot of time in his own company,   especially when merle was around.   merle was a public nuisance who was frequently in   &   out of juvenile PRISON or jail when he got to that age.   the ‘kids’ in the street usually steered clear of the oldest dixon,   which left daryl to either tag along with his brother or find something else to do on his own.   when he chose to spend time alone,   he took his CROSSBOW out   &  a good book into the woods behind his house;   he’d stay out there all day,   eating whatever he managed to shoot   &   climbed a comfortable looking tree out of sight to read his book   &   escape into a world that was not the HELL-HOLE he was currently living.   daryl has read more books than he can keep track of,   he steered clear of romance novels in case his father or merle wound up finding it,   but he often read crime novels,   mystery,  historical   &   often ones that entailed characters much like the people that he’d known,   only BETTER.   his vocabulary is extensive   &   he is far from an unintelligent man,   however,   he feels as though his intelligence doesn’t MATTER to anyone around him;   it’s not often displayed due to daryl not feeling as though it  needs to be.   despite having a decent vocabulary,   it is not often applied to everyday conversation,   this is due to his lack of effort in speaking to others   &   his clear REDNECK background in which he felt easy to succumb to rather than fight   &   risk becoming a laughing stock.   his favourite book is THE GREAT GATSBY,  not because of it’s romance,   but because of the use of words;   it was beautifully written   &   it captured the intricacy of each character,   that gatsby was someone he related to   &   that nick carraway was someone who saw the world in a UNIQUE way that daryl wished he could apply to his own life.

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HEADCANON 002.

    —   in regards to MERLE DIXON   &   the affects of his VERBAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE.        &   the important facts that i noticed about daryl dixon in S2E5 that also ft carol peletier.

 it is seen often in the earlier seasons that merle dixon had a large impact on his life from a young age,   until now.   in my opinion,   this relationship is easily overlooked   &  UNEXPLORED by viewers.   it took me three or four watches of the episode until i had opened my eyes to this very significant part of daryl dixon   &   the impact that his brother had on his entire life,   a part of him that will most likely never cease in his lifetime.   in chupacabra this is pointed out to me the clearest in the hallucinations that daryl has of his brother whom he believes is dead.   the way that daryl imagines his brother calling him a ‘girl’ for seeking sophia on his own,   getting himself injured on her account,   laying in the dirt after being severely injured;   the FOCUS on put-downs,   where merle repeats that no one will care for him like he does,   that no one loves him,  that he is not worth it,   that he will be dropped on his ass when rick gets everything that he needs from him.   though it has most likely been repeated like a mantra throughout daryl’s ENTIRE lifetime;   this hallucination was a piece of daryl’s mind,   he was fabricating the insults,   the thoughts,   every word that was coming out of merle’s mouth was also a piece of daryl’s thoughts on HIMSELF.   there were several quotes in which were  (   not only misogynist   )   degrading to daryl in a sense of him clearly coming from a background in which being ‘manly’ was important to your self worth.   you couldn’t act prissy,   or weak,   you had to keep to a certain standard to be called a MAN.

         THE FOLLOWING QUOTES BACK THAT:   ‘ all those years i spent trying to make a man of you,   this is what i get?     lying in the dirt like a used rubber,’   ‘ hell,   you had any damn nuts in that sack of yours you’d go back   &   shoot your pal rick in the face for me,’   ‘kick off those damn high heels and climb,   son.’  

  with those quotes damaging his pride as a man,   merle also hit at him with emotional abuse,   mind manipulation which i believe had lead to deep insecurity   &   issues with social interaction which we all know that daryl has displayed since the very BEGINNING.   merle referred to daryl as worthless,   expressed how no one was to care for daryl but himself   &   that no one ever will,   called him a joke,   redneck trash   &   told him that he is a laughing stock to the entire group,   that they are ALL laughing behind his back.

     this episode also shed light on daryl’s morevulnerable side but it was foreshadowed,   hidden almost  &  to see it you almost have to be looking for it.   he risked his life to go   &   find sophia,   came back with a doll   &   that was ENOUGH to give him hope that she was still alive.   no one had asked him to go searching,   he did it on his own accord for sophia   &   for carol who he knew is clearly not taking he disappearance of her daughter well at all.   the scene where carol brings daryl something to eat when he is resting in bed is probably one of the mostimportant scenes that we will ever get in regards to what daryl thinks of himself in COMPARISON to the rest of the group.   when he notices it is carol who enters the room,   he hikes his sheet up as high as it can go,   which in my opinion is a reflection of his insecurity;   his comment following carol’s inquiry on his well-being,   ‘AS GOOD AS I LOOK’  backing that.   as carol goes to kiss his head,   he flinches almost as though it’s a reflex,   almost like a wince.   his only response was to be bitter,   to push away,   ‘WATCH OUT,   I GOT STICHES.’   carol then expressed how important what he has done for sophia is,  explaining that he has done more for her than sophia’s own father did her entire twelve years of living.   daryl is quick to belittle his actions by saying that it was NOTHING that shane or rick would have done;   it’s important to me because those words that merle had said,   most likely his father   &   mother,   too,   have stuck in his brain   &  have made him feel completely worthless   &   irrelevant in comparison to those around him.

       the turn of events opened my eyes to a side of daryl dixon that is vital to his entire personality,   to his entire being.   it’s important to me not only as a fan of daryl,   but as a WRITER of daryl dixon to understand everything that i possibly can that makes him who he is.   in conclusion,   what i learned is that daryl does not think highly of himself,   his brother had a huge impact on his life in a negative light,   as his parents had,   he doesn’t believe he is a HERO or as good as the two appointed leaders that are more open about their noble   &   selfless notions,   he easily flinches at close contact most likely due to the long-term affects of being abused by multiple family members,   he pushes people away impulsively,   social interactions are a struggle due to signs of social ANXIETY,   he believes in many things no matter how ridiculous they may be;   take the chubacabra for example,   he is secretly one of the most selfless people  &   he is quick to BELITTLE himself.