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The Walking Dead:

The Walking Dead

Prompt List

Daryl Dixon

One Shots

Alive

Type

Temperature

Murder

Rick Grimes

One shots

When Rick kills Joe

Tension

Negan

One shots

Almost Dying

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The Walking Dead Prompt List

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Dialogue Prompts

1. “Murder? I thought we were going to make friendship bracelets?”

2. “Remember that time we almost died, but then we didn’t? It’s gonna be like that.”

3. “I learned how to breathe without you. To live, to love, and even to laugh. How dare you come back?”

4. “I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was Sexual tension or murderous rage”

5. “I’m just gonna be over here, staying in my own lane, you guys carry on!”

6. “If you don’t get closer, we will both freeze to death, is that what you want?”

7. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

8. “You just going to stand there and watch? Or are you going to come and join in?”

9. “I don’t care what he says she says. I love you and that’s all that matters!”

10. “You really are an asshole!” “But I’m you’re asshole.” “Shut up.”

11. “You’re cute when your mad.” “Watch this coz I’m about to get fucking adorable”

12. “If this thing doesn’t eat us alive, I want to marry you!”

13. “How is violence supposed to bring peace?”

14. “That there is a weapon. Ye can’t just go swingin it round willy nilly like some toy.”

15. “I’m not saying we’re gonna die here… but we’re gonna die here.”

16. “Idiot. You have to switch the safety off before you can shoot. It’s common knowledge!”

17. “Is that a gun or are you just ha- that’s a gun.”

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So I’m back off my year long hiatus!

Any requests send them in lovelies 🌸

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Alive- Daryl Dixon

Prompt:

“He didn’t mean to hurt me. He was just doing his job.”

“He didn’t just hurt you, you stupid bitch! He killed you! You stopped breathing, your heart wasn’t beating! You were dead for a solid minute! If you think I give a flying fuck about his righteous intentions, think again. Because the next time I see that son of a bitch, he’s going down.”

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A swift pounding in your head was all you could think about, and that you were alive.

Alive. What a stupid word for this world we live in, what is living anymore? All there is now are walkers and bad people, is living really worth it.

You raised your head slowly as your eyes stung from the sunlight creeping through the blinds. You could hear the birds and the soft murmur of muffled speaking from beneath you.

You swung your legs off the side of the bed and stood instantly being met with knee buckling pain. Your hand gripped onto the side table knocking off the small lamp, shattering it to pieces.

Shit.

Quick pounding of feet set you on edge, not expecting anyone to have an instant reaction, but in this world, any noise came with a consequence.

The door flung open revealing Daryl in all his leather clad vest glory. He still had his crossbow swung over his shoulder, his finger on the trigger. You noticed a large patch of dark brown on his left side, your eye brows furrowing at the blood.

He noticed your reaction, taking a glance downwards, then back to you.

“You were shot.” He grumbled, tugging on the hem of his shirt. You remembered in quick flashes.

Spencer was stood to the side of you gun raised shorting at the approaching corpses, you too had your gun raised shooting bullets left right and centre.

As the last walker approached you from the right, you grabbed your knife from the holster, ready to pierce it through its head when a shot rang out and crippling pain sent you hurtling forward.

A burning sensation ran all over your lower left leg, your head quickly whipped to spencer, who’s gun had small whisp’s of smoke fluttering away from it.

“Oh my god. Oh my god I’m so sorry I-I didn’t- oh my god.” He shouted running towards you wrapping his hand around your leg sending more searing pain through it. Your head quickly went heavy as you passed out, slumping with a thud to the leaf covered floor.

“He shot you.” Daryl growled, his hand opening and closing by his left thigh, near his hunting knife.

“He didn’t mean to hurt me. He was just doing his job!” You yelled, the pain from your freshly bandaged leg, throbbing under the pressure of you standing.

“He didn’t just hurt you, you stupid bitch! He killed you! You stopped breathing, your heart wasn’t beating! You were dead for a solid minute! If you think I give a flying fuck about his righteous intentions, think again. Because the next time I see that son of a bitch, he’s going down.” He screamed, his hand whipping up near his head.

“We thought you were gone damn it! Carl and Enid were damn well in tears. Rick was sat here for hours with his gun, safety off. We thought you’d died! I thought you’d left.” He approached you quickly as your knees grew weak and gave way beneath you.

“I’d never leave you Daryl. Even if I did die, I’d still be with you all. You’d just not be able to see me.” You whispered, as he wrapped an arm round your waist resting you on the mattress.

“I don’t give two shits whether you’d still be with us all spiritually. I need you here, in the flesh. Not as a god damn ghost. You ain’t dying, not on my watch!” He huffed, pulling the sheets up over your shoulder.

“Daryl. I’m here. I’m alive. Yes Spencer shot me, it was an accident that’s all, an accident.”

“I’ll kill him and make it look like an accident.” He whispered, bringing a hand up to your cheek. Your face instinctively turned towards it, revelling in the warmth it brought.

“I wouldn’t doubt it for a minute Daryl.”

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Sebastian Stan as Sirius Black

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Wow

Corrupt Files// Case Code- 1

1- Kim Taehyung:

•satyromania- excessive sexual desire in men

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just checking in on you lovely, i hope you are well and happy belated holidays! don't stress, this isn't pressure to write - just making sure you are okay in yourself :)

Thank you so much this is so sweet 💘 Yeha I’m having a rough few months so everything should be uploaded in the next few weeks xo

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tag urself as BTS packing (pt. 2)

Jimin: has had everything packed in his suitcase since last Sunday

Namjoon: fuzzy sweaters, is using the same suitcase his parents bought him for college, has 10 copies of his passport in the front pocket

Jungkook: ten tubes of sunscreen, suitcase is as big as him for “gifts” aka no explicable reason

Hoseok: steals 2 in 1 shampoo from the hotel, finds money from last vacation in the bottom of his suitcase, forgot his toothbrush & probably his contacts 

Seokjin: pillow, mini-spa, heated slippers, packed an appropriate amount of underwear + that tacky bag from the Caribbean his mom bought

Taehyung: a suitcase full of ramen, 1 pair of flip-flops and a fancy outfit just in case

Yoongi: hiking shoes, Vaseline and a knife

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heyo! i saw you write daryl dixon and just had to ask if you could write something pretty please: - Daryl is physically tired and comes in and lays on you or near you, giving him a small rub and when finished he pulls you into his side for cuddles

course I will 💓 I’ll get it to you asap💘

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the look on my face as I drop new content

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So I’ve been pretty absent these past few months. But I’m back so if you have any requests send them in ❤️

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the phantom: sing for me my angel of music!!!

9 year old me honestly believing i had both the vocal range and operatic stylings of miss christine daaé:

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Natasha and Bucky

“So the crazy psychopath we are hunting down is your ex-girlfriend?”

“Or so she says.”

“Oh, that’s just great. An amnesiac assassin and a murderous seductress. A match made in heaven.”

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Murder-Daryl Dixon

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Prompt #1

—for @itscalledinsanitybabe—

“Nyet!” You spat.

Your head snapped to the side, knuckles slamming into your cheek. You ground your jaw, the throbbing increasing slowly. The metallic taste in your mouth knocked you sick. You pulled at your hands behind you, feeling the rope burn into them.

“Now listen to ol’ Merle here girly. How did you find us?” He growled, grabbing your face between his thumb and finger. His breath making you gag.

You had only by chance stumbled upon the prison, you were in a bad state. You had broken your collarbone from a trip down a hillside, and cut your head on the way down. You had seen the tall chain link fences and had moved towards it before you knew what you were doing. As you got closer you could hear the conversation between two men.

“Rick, I know ya don’t like ‘im. He ain’t my favourite person right now either. Jus’ give ‘im a chance.”

“Daryl. You’re like a brother to me. But putting the others in danger. Judith in danger. I can’t do that.”

As you got closer you could see them, one had a sheriffs shirt on and cowboy boots. It made you giggle. The other had a large crossbow attached to his back, and a knife in his hand.

You lifted your hand up and gave a brisk wave. “Howdy Cowboy!” You smiled before dropping to the floor.

“Nein!” You whispered.

“You bitch!” He swung his arm back.

“Merle!” A deep voice growled from behind you. Your eyes glanced over to Daryl behind him. He was stood arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glaring at Merle.

“Sumova bitch.” He growled, throwing his arm around, and storming out.

You followed the redneck as he walked around one of the tables. He stood in front of you, his feet shoulder width apart and arms crossed. You looked up his body, the right T-shirt and flannel, covered by a leather vest.

“So, handsome. What you keeping me here for?” You asked, turning to the side to spit out blood, looking back to him. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked to the small puddle of bloody spit next to you.

“You’re a tough bitch you aren’t you girl.” He chuckled.

“You got to be in times like these.” You moves your shoulders, feeling the twang of pain in your right shoulder. You could feel the cloth of a bandage wrapped around it.

“How did you find us?” He asked, shuffling his feet, the flint of his knife pulling your attention away from his face.

“I wished upon a star.” You grinned, laughing to yourself.

“If you don’t cooperate I’m gonna have ta’ kill ya’, ya’ know that right?” He shouted, walking away from you. Personally you didn’t think it had got to that point, but apparently he was easily pissed off.

“Murder? I thought we were gonna make friendship bracelets?”

“You’re an annoyin’ brat. I’m tryna’ keep my people safe. We can’t ave’ randomers wonderin’ around findin’ our camp.”

You sighed, letting your head roll on to the back of the chair.

He’s only doing what you would do.

You sighed, lifting your head to look back at him. He was watching you like you were his prey. With calculating eyes.

“I don’t know how I found you. I was walking down a road, when I saw a herd. I went into the forrest to get away and fell down a hill. Had a bit of a snag and stumbled across this place. I didn’t look for you. Don’t worry.”

Your hands were bound still, the muscles pulling on your shoulder.

“I ain’t letting you in, but I’ll untie you.” He grumbled coming at you. He slid the knife between the rope and cut it with one pull. The tension from the rope was cut, letting your shoulders fall forwards. A pained gasp left your lips.

“I’ll get Hershel to give you somethin’ for the pain.” He slid his knife back into the holster.

“Thank you. For trusting me.” You smiled rubbing your hand over the bandage.

“Hm, don’t make me regret it.”

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Hi I was wondering if it hasn’t already been requested number 11 for the Walking Dead Prompt for Daryl and can the reader say it?? Please and thank you!!

Yeha of course. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll tag you in it ❤️

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Masterlist

This is my complete, rebloggable masterlist - series, mini-series, one-shots… They’re all here!  Thank you for taking the time to read my stories, and I hope you enjoy.  

SERIES

Any fics with 10+ chapters, predominantly written for Daryl Dixon and Negan.

MINI-SERIES

Any fics with up to 10 chapters, written for Daryl Dixon, Negan and Rick Grimes.

ONE-SHOTS

A vast variety of mostly shorter fics - many of which are requests - for Daryl Dixon, Negan, Rick Grimes and Norman Reedus.

HEAD-CANONS

Every writer does these differently, but mine are like short mini-fics, based on how the characters might react in different situations.

BANK HOLIDAY DRABBLES

100-150 word drabbles written from prompts requested over Bank Holiday weekends.