THE WALKING DEAD’S (2010-2022) DARYL DIXON PROMPTS
ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ redone + updated from my (now deleted) old rp meme blog. as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs! ˚ ◦ ○ ˚ ୧ . ˚ ₓ
that’s it, come on. we’re done. let’s go.
one day, when you’re older, they’re going to need you to do anything for them.
we ain’t them. we’re not them.
that doesn’t mean that everything that follows is going to break your heart.
what the hell, man?
you gonna help us figure this out?
it ain’t just about getting by here, it’s about getting it all.
that fire would have destroyed your land.
hey, i ain’t starting now.
it was you first.
they would’ve wanted me to look after you.
why don’t you say what’s really on your mind?
shut up, she’s leading the mission.
you gonna tell me where this is coming from?
you were thinking about someone else.
ya’ll don’t think you’re being stupid right now?
they didn’t owe us nothing.
what would your mom do if she crossed some of our people? would she kill them?
if anyone deserves to be happy it’s you.
never found a body. ever.
you lost your hand ‘cause you’re a simple-minded piece of shit!
thing is, you changed them.
smells good.
how’d it go?
i’ll get her to talk.
i’m trying.
let him go.
do what you fսcking gotta do.
he pulls a gun—sticks it right here. he says, “i’m gonna kill you, bitch.”
i know what killing him means for her.
i’d die for you.
i went back for you. you weren’t there.
you need to stay away from my camp.
i was playing out with the kids in the neighborhood.
you haven’t heard all the stories.
they’ve got a point.
go home. tell the others we found the horde.
you asked for it.
i got nothing to prove.
whatever.
why are you here?
i may be the one walking away, but you’re the one that’s leaving.
i know who it was, didn’t matter. not one bit.
i met a lot of bad people out here doing a lot of bad shit, they weren’t afraid of nothing.
she liked to smoke in bed. virginia slims.
could be anything: a raccoon, a possum…
it’s over, all right?
i hope that hurts.
i ain’t nobody’s bitch.
they’ve done all right by me.
i’m gonna keep trying.
we’re gonna leave at dawn if we can get out.
some days, i don’t know what the hell to think.
who left who then?
i’m never gonna hate you.
i don’t like not seeing you, though.
like i said, you earned it.
we ain’t ashes.
just made it seem like it wasn’t real, you know?
they were scared, man.
you don’t have to ever say sorry. not to me.
why’d your people kill my people?
they’ll never go for it.
some people ain’t meant to be parents.
got bit. fever hit. world gone to shit. might as well quit.
what?
you take that stupid hat and go back to “on golden pond.”
i believe this one bloomed for your little girl.
they got out before us, there’s got to be another way in.
i thought i was dead.
dumbass didn’t know enough to shoot himself in the head.
for what it’s worth, you see mistakes.
i’m gonna take a group out—best not waste any more time.
look at him, hanging up there like a big piñata.
what do you want?
you must want us to be like you.
what is it?
we ain’t scared of that prick.
that small group we had back in the beginning, could do anything.
one day we were over at his house watching tv—wasn’t even noon yet and we were all wasted.
it’s a cherokee rose.
i radioed your mom.
i was just going to say good luck.
hey kid, what’d you do before all this?
you get what you wanted?
you’re a tough son of a bitch.
your bitch went window shopping. you want him? go fetch him yourself.
my mom, she liked her wine.
look, i know you still think i’m looking for him.
good. we’ll kill him first.
that was the hard part.
i already checked there.
what? no pictures?
they had bikes, i didn’t.
you got that guy sitting in a cell like a damn symbol!
it didn’t happen.
and people in hell want slurpees.
you got some balls.
i didn’t do anything they wouldn’t have done.
you still got me.
she was just gone. erased. nothing left of her.
you’re chasing something that ain’t meant to be.
where you going?
you used to be somebody’s, huh? now you’re just yours.
i ain’t so worried about some dumb dead bastard.
all this time you’ve taken off: you earned it.
we wouldn’t be here without you.
you got a whole lot of family.
what did she say?
you’re either with us or you ain’t.
i’m counting on it.
the other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs.
he did the same to you, that’s why you left first.
i’m gonna get shit-faced drunk.
waste of an arrow…
no, that’s a baby.
people said it was better that way.
you want company?
you hear that?
you okay?
back where i belong.
your mom, where is she?
that way she can find us.
i don’t know what’s gonna happen. there ain’t no one that can tell you they do.
i can’t lie to you.
shoot me again? you best pray i’m dead.
what, like when we were kids, huh?
is that supposed to make me like you?
there’s a whole bunch of people back there that would do anything for you.
after a while, it just got easier to stay out.
you look ridiculous.
i ran after them, but i couldn’t keep up.
what’s it gonna take?
those douchebags in the vines took themselves out, holding hands, kumbaya-style.
i’m just tired of losing people.
you take one sip before those meds get in our people, i will beat your ass into the ground, you hear me?
call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass.
i’m sorry about yours.
we brought dinner.
you choosing this piece of shit?
you’re sitting over there, talking outside both sides of your mouth.
nothing can take the place of someone you love being gone.
peanut butter and jelly, diet soda, and pig’s feet. that’s a white trash brunch right there.
the longer they’re out there, the more they become what they really are.
i get why you did it, why you took it.
there ain’t no us.
it’s a waste of time all this hoping and praying.
sorry, brother.
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