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Is this blog still active?? 🥺

It is now babyyyy!!!

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“Extremely detailed character sheet template”

Character Chart Character’s full name: Reason or meaning of name: Character’s nickname: Reason for nickname: Birth date: Physical appearance Age: How old does he/she appear: Weight: Height: Body build: Shape of face: Eye color: Glasses or contacts: Skin tone: Distinguishing marks: Predominant features: Hair color: Type of hair: Hairstyle: Voice: Overall attractiveness: Physical disabilities: Usual fashion of dress: Favorite outfit: Jewelry or accessories: Personality Good personality traits: Bad personality traits: Mood character is most often in: Sense of humor: Character’s greatest joy in life: Character’s greatest fear: Why? What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Character is most at ease when: Most ill at ease when: Enraged when: Depressed or sad when: Priorities: Life philosophy: If granted one wish, it would be: Why? Character’s soft spot: Is this soft spot obvious to others? Greatest strength: Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Biggest regret: Minor regret: Biggest accomplishment: Minor accomplishment: Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Why? Character’s darkest secret: Does anyone else know? Goals Drives and motivations: Immediate goals: Long term goals: How the character plans to accomplish these goals: How other characters will be affected: Past Hometown: Type of childhood: Pets: First memory: Most important childhood memory: Why: Childhood hero: Dream job: Education: Religion: Finances: Present Current location: Currently living with: Pets: Religion: Occupation: Finances: Family Mother: Relationship with her: Father: Relationship with him: Siblings: Relationship with them: Spouse: Relationship with him/her: Children: Relationship with them: Other important family members: Favorites Color: Least favorite color: Music: Food: Literature: Form of entertainment: Expressions: Mode of transportation: Most prized possession: Habits Hobbies: Plays a musical instrument? Plays a sport? How he/she would spend a rainy day: Spending habits: Smokes: Drinks: Other drugs: What does he/she do too much of? What does he/she do too little of? Extremely skilled at: Extremely unskilled at: Nervous tics: Usual body posture: Mannerisms: Peculiarities: Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: One word the character would use to describe self: One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? How does the character think others perceive him/her: What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Person character most hates: Best friend(s): Love interest(s): Person character goes to for advice: Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Person character feels shy or awkward around: Person character openly admires: Person character secretly admires: Most important person in character’s life before story starts: After story starts:

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Keep an eye out! “The Journey” is getting an entire revamp!! Going to be deleting and reposting with new chapters that are more in depth and better written overall!!! Making it more than just about Daryl 😁

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Currently writing a whole ass song about a FWB that I fell for….

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The carol and negan scenes are fire as always, but those Daryl $mut scenes… 😍🥵😅😏👀

Part 14 still won’t have any. But 15 may just have an angry smut scene 😜🤭🤭🤭

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Fucking loooooove your stories! 🥰 Who would you say your favorite character is (besides Daryl ofc)? Also which chapter was your favorite to write? ❤️

Keep up the awesome writing! I always seem to find myself rereading certain chapters when I’m laying in bed at night 😂👀❤️

I’ve gotta say. My favorite to write is negan. Especially in upcoming chapters where I get to fill in the blanks. My favorite character thats canon is carol. She will also be getting some more time in the storyline soon 🤩

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I cannnttttttt wait for part 14.

Can’t wait to see dad Daryl. Grandpa Rick 😂. Baby Judith meeting her baby nephews/nieces 😂🤪

I love it! I love it! I love it!!

This makes me so extremely happy 🥺 ❤️ part 14 coming at you THIS WEEK!!! ❤️

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The Journey Part 13- Life After You

Summary- pregnancy weighs down on you as you push through your final trimester.

Trigger warning- none!

Y/N,

I’m really hoping the pictures stay in this letter and don’t get ruined.I love those pictures more than you could imagine. Motherhood looks so good on you so far. I’m sorry I hid this from you, you are the older sister I always wanted. I was finally able to be that pain in the ass little brother. These past 4 years have been crazy, and within the craziness of this life. I was able to say I was an uncle. 

            Please don’t give up. Let this push you forward in creating a life for your son, for Judith, for yourself. Peace is an option if you just try. My dad may not understand, but I’m hoping he will. Negan is not the enemy here, nor are the saviors. The real enemy, the only enemy, is the walkers. You are living and breathing and trying to get by, same as them. Show the saviors what it’s like to mean something to someone, I promise they’ll follow you. When people are treated like more than “assets” they will cross oceans for you. 

            Now, to talk about the little one in your stomach, I know doc already said it was a boy but I’ve been having dreams of you having a baby girl. So I thought of a name one night,Talia.  I know you were close with your twin so I thought Talia would be a good way to honor Tia while still having a unique name. Even if it’s years down the road, it’d be cool to know I had a part in my favorite niece’s life. As for the little boy growing, don’t name him after me, that is clichè as hell. Give that boy a strong name, strong like his mom, strong like his dad. I swear he’ll be “little ass kicker” 2.0. 

            Here’s where I say goodbye, it’s a little sad for my liking but I know you’ll be okay. Keep raising hell. And make sure to give dad shit for me, I can’t let him off the hook this easy. I love you y/n, don’t ever forget that.

                                     Your shithead little brother❤️

You quickly move the paper as a tear falls onto the bottom, trying not to smear some of the letters. 

“I see you finally read yours.” A husky voice rings out behind you.

“Yeah. The little asshole made my cry.” You try to laugh but it quickly turns into sobs as you bury your face in your hands.

“I don’t know if I believe in all this religious shit. But if guardian angels are real, this baby has got one hell of a protector.” Daryl says softly as he rubs small circles on your stomach.

“You got that right.” You turn and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck.

“As much as I want to just stay here with you, we have an ambush to get to.” Daryl gives you a nudge as he gets up and heads downstairs.

You swiftly get up and put on some clothes, rushing out the door in mere minutes. 

You walk beside the group, chest still heavy and eyes threatening to form tears once again. You focus on the smell of the air and the hope that war is coming to an end. Daryl makes his way back to you at the end of the group and slips his hand into yours, gently, lovingly, betraying his hard facade. 

You just about feel the bones in your hand break as a slight whistle becomes audible from the hills ahead of you. Negan…

“Shit. You need to leave, you’re going to get hurt and I need you to be safe.” Daryl tries to turn you around when a voice cracks through Rick’s Walkie-talkie.

“Well, damn, Rick, look at that.” Negans’ voice rings through the stale air, seemingly stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Pegged again. Pegged so very hard.” Negan chuckles and it makes your stomach turn.

“I ambushed your ambush with an even bigger ambush.” He sounds so fucking cocky.

The air seemingly vanishes from around you, you frantically try to get a full lungs worth but just couldn’t. Reality fled from you, everything seemed like a nightmare. You only snapped back as you saw the saviors climbing to the top of the hill. 

“3, 2, 1” Negan yells out. 

As you hear shots ring out you close your eyes and flinch waiting for the pain of a bullet piercing through you. Instead you open to see the saviors on the ground writhing in pain. 

“Eugene! You fuckin madman.” You say under your breath.

“He’s getting away!” Maggie yells to Rick, there's no way Negan is getting out of this one.

As you breach the top of the hill you see Rick slice open Negans’ throat. A smile spreads across your face. The boogeyman has been slain, finally. You harshly are pulled back from your high as you hear Rick mutter words you prayed were only in your imagination.

“Save him.” Rick turns away and walks up the hill yelling to everyone about how this is the new life we are creating.

You just sit on the ground feeling tears continuously stream down your face. Daryl kneels down and pulls you into him as you shake.

“He should be dead. He needs to be dead. He should be dead. He needs to be dead.” You mutter to yourself over and over, purely in shock.

The walk home felt like an eternity. The day's events unfold over and over in your head. Sometimes you would change the ending just to help yourself, seeing Rick slit Negan's throat and then turn around and not look back. No words were spoken. He had just slain the dragon and saved everyone from his wrath. That was it. That was just a daydream though. 

You go up to your temporary bedroom and lay down sobbing. Why? When all this time you've been fighting to just merely survive all because of a man that Rick could’ve just killed.

You think back to the letter from Carl, and it starts to make sense.

Negan is not the enemy here, nor are the saviors. The real enemy, the only enemy, is the walkers. You are living and breathing and trying to get by, same as them.

A knock on your door brings you back as you see Rick in your doorway. 

“Leave.” You turn to face the opposite side of the room so as not to look at Rick.

“Please understand… I had to.” His voice cracks as his eyes scan the room, never once landing on you.

“No. You didn’t, but I know why you did.” You finally look at Rick, his face seems to have aged. 

“Daddy?... “ You look at his feet twiddling your thumbs.

“What is it?” You feel him sit on the bed next to you.

“Carl was the best little brother I could’ve asked for, thank you for allowing me-” Your voice barely rises above a whisper, struggling to keep your composure.

“We didn’t ‘allow’ anything Y/N. This family needed you. Lori knew it, so did Carl, you helped raise him into who he was. So really I ought to be thanking you. You came into our lives at the right time, we needed you.” Tears start pooling in his eyes as he talks.

“I love you.” You turn and throw your arms around him.

“I love you too baby.” Rick sat stroking your hair for a minute until you both hear footsteps at the door.

“Mind if I have a moment with Y/N?” Daryl's voice is soft and gentle.

“Yeah ‘course.” Rick kisses you on the forehead and leaves the room.

“Hey.” Daryl sounds sheepish as he sits down where Rick just left.

“Hey you.” You wipe your eyes quickly as Daryl looks to you with pity across his features.

“How are you holding up?” Daryl rubs small circles along your spine.

“This baby is kicking my ass, but other than that I’m alright. How about you?” You ask as you look at him.

Before saying anything Daryl walks over and shuts the door, locking it before walking back to the bed. As soon as he sat back down his face was in his hand, his body shuttering, shoulder shaking.

“Hey… what's going on?” You say in a soft voice as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Y/n I don’t know how to do this. We have lost way too many people. You and Rick are basically the only two keeping me sane.” He barely chokes all of this out before falling back into sobs.

“Three now. Can’t forget baby dixon who I’m sure can’t wait to meet you.” You smirk slightly looking at your growing belly. Your jeans no longer fit so you leave them unbuttoned and hide it with a shirt.

Daryl smiles slightly and lays his head on your lap, facing your belly as he peppers your skin in kisses.

“So now we build this world for our son, for Judith, and all the other children being born into this mess of a world.” You wipe the drying tears from Daryl’s face and lean down to kiss him. 

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“Why the hell am I so fucking huge” You struggling to sit up in bed to see Daryl getting dressed for the day.

“ Maybe because in less than a month you’ll be birthing a human.” Daryl slightly chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“ More like less than 2 weeks. Braxton Hicks are here pretty intensely right now.” You rub your protruding stomach as you finally stand and waddle over to the closet. 

“I can’t wait to meet him.” Daryl kneels and speaks to your stomach.

“Hey bud, it’s daddy. You’re giving momma a hell of a lotta grief right now. We’re ready to meet you whenever you are ready.” He kisses your stomach and stands up. 

“You’re adorable.” You say chuckling.

Another wave of “contractions” hit so you sit down.

“Are ya sure I should be going on this run? I can wait.” Daryl looks at your pain soaked face and wants to rid you of this agony.

“It’s for baby supplies, me and the little one will be fine until you get back.” You smile as he pecks you on the lips quickly.

“I’ll be back by tomorrow night, I promise.” He kisses your forehead and walks out of the house.

Hours pass and the pain doesn’t stop. You decide to go talk to siddiq and ask why you feel like this,

“Hey y/n! How are you doing?” Siddiq grabs your hand and helps you walk into his trailer.

“I’m okay. Having horrible Braxton Hicks though. Just wanted to come get checked.” You fake a smile as another wave comes.

“Of course. If you could go lie down we can start the check up.” You walk over to the “bed�� and take off your pants and underwear. Your underwear seemed to be wet. You don’t know how you didn’t realize this before now.

Siddiq puts on some gloves and puts some medical lubricant on his fingers.

“This will be a little cold.” He slips his fingers into you and you watch his face. As he reached your cervix his eyes shot open wide.

“What is it?!” You ask slightly frightened.

“Y/N I’m not sure how to tell you this. Those weren’t Braxton Hicks. You’re about 3 cm dilated.” He removes his hand and strips his gloves. Grabbing a walkie-talkie.

“Daryl, I’m really hoping you’re still in range. It’s time. Get back as soon as possible.” Siddiq sounds frantic.

“So what do I do?” You shyly ask.

“Well we’re gonna go find you an actual bed to lay in so you can be comfortable.” He turns as you put your clothes back on. 

You quickly get to a room and the contractions are closer together already. Laying down you feel sweat beading across your forehead. Steadying your breathing you rub your belly.

“It’s time baby.” You whisper to your stomach.

Daryl’s perspective:

Something just doesn’t feel right in the pit of your stomach.

“Daryl…. In range… it’s time… soon as possible.” Siddiq's voice crackles through the walkie-talkie you had with you.

“It’s time?!” You shockingly replied. No answer came back through. You had travelled a bit further than the walkie-talkies could handle so you lost signal. 

“Shit” you turn around and see a hoard passing in the distance. Not too big but big enough to make you wait for at least 3 hours against a tree as you feel your anxiety growing.

Y/n’s perspective:

“Siddiq!” You scream and he comes bursting in.

“Yeah?!” He is out of breath and wide eyed.

“Go get Rick. NOW!” You yell the last word as another strong contraction starts and you feel the need to push.

Not a minute later Maggie comes through the door and sits beside you with a cup of water. She is so much smaller than you are at this point. Even though she is only 2 months behind you. Siddiq says each woman carries differently, but with all the medical equipment being ruined in the war, you no longer have any way to see your baby.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” Maggie takes a rag to your sweat soaked forehead.

“I’m alright. I think it’s time though. Like push time.” You quietly speak and Maggie’s eyes widen.

“I’ll get Siddiq!” Maggie quickly runs out of the room.

Minutes feel like hours as you fight the urge to push, sometime in the next bunch of contractions Rick came in and sat by your side. Siddiq and Maggie right behind him.

“Siddiq I think it’s time.” You grab Rick's hand as your body wills you to push.

“Let me check.” Siddiq slips on new gloves and checks your cervix again. 

“9 cm dilated. It’s time to push.” Siddiq checks outside for Daryl one last time before closing the door.

“Where’s Daryl?” You ask worried.

“He’ll be here soon. But this can’t wait. It’s time y/n.” He helps you get into a comfortable pushing position. 

“You can do this baby, I promise you’ll be okay.” Rick takes one hand as Maggie takes the other.

“Yeah, we’re right here and we have someone at the gate watching for Daryl right now.” Maggie smiles and rubs your hand with her free one.

“Okay y/n during this next contraction I want you to push. Push as hard as you can.” Siddiq stands at the end of the bed waiting to help maneuver the baby.

Then… it happened. Your contractions started up again and you pushed, you pushed harder than you ever thought you could. Then the contraction stopped as did your pushing.

“Good! Good! Just 2 more good pushes and you’re gonna have a baby!” Siddiq beamed a giant smile at you.

Another contraction comes and you push, screaming and crying. You feel as if you’re going to pass out. 

“You’re doing amazing, baby! Just 1 more and you get to meet your son.” Rick kisses your forehead and you feel a tear drip from his cheek onto your face.

Finally the next contraction begins, with a lot of screaming and crying and cursing you push harder than you ever had before. This time once your screaming stops you hear more screaming. Opening your eyes you see him, a perfect baby boy.

“Rick, I want you to cut the umbilical cord.” You smile at Rick and nod as he gives you a look.

Rick quickly goes to Siddiq and cuts the umbilical. Smiling as he holds this new baby boy. 

“Okay y/n you still have one more push for the placenta, so contractions are still going to happen.” Siddiq let’s you know as he places the new baby boy on your chest.

“Oh my god…” Siddiq mumbles under his breath as he looks to see if the placenta is coming.

Daryl’s perspective:

“Shit! Fucking damn it.” You mutter as you finally reach the gates.

“It’s Daryl! Someone take him to y/n!” Someone from inside the gates yells.

You drop your bike and follow someone as they run to where y/n is. When you walk in you see her not fully conscious but with a baby boy on her chest.

“Y/n I’m here.” You slip in and take the seat Rick was sitting in.

“Daryl? You made it.” Y/n says groggily.

“Of course I did.” You kiss her forehead and she hands you your son.

“I have more news.” Siddiq looks pale as he stands up.

“What is it? Is y/n alright?” You ask fear coating your words.

“Y/n is fine. She just isn’t done yet.” He says as he sits back down at the end of the bed.

“She has the placenta left… right?” You ask confused.

“Not just that…” he says looking between you and y/n.

“Oh my god.” The words slip from y/n’s mouth before she begins to push again.

A/n- hey guys! I hope you enjoy the long awaited part 13 in this series. Let me know what you think of that twist ending. What do you think will happen the next chapter? What do you think the baby boys name will be.

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St. Patrick’s night IV

Murphy MacManus x Reader

Summary:  You’re left alone on St. Patrick’s night, the people you were supposed to hang out with  seemingly having forgotten you, but what seemed to be an awful night turns into something completely different when you meet the MacManus twins.

Another chapter for this thing that was supposed to be a one-shot but got out of hand…

You woke up to the bright light illuminating your bedroom…you must have forgotten to close the curtains last night when you came back, so late at night and tipsier than in a long while after drinking with the MacManus. It must be late in the morning, but you were so sleepy and so tired…you rolled on the bed, groaning, and buried your face into the pillow.

You didn’t regret having come back late, you enjoyed your time with the Macmanus, having so much fun with them…you’d have liked it more if Rocco hadn’t shown up, though, but he was the brothers’ best friend, so you had been expecting him.

You still felt awkward around him, you weren’t as shy anymore when talking and laughing with the twins, but it was different with Rocco…and his loud personality and the fact that, as you’d thought already, he was indeed involved with the Italian mafia, wasn’t helping. He’d been talking about how the night before, he’d been driving around some asshole from the mafia, apparently, some guy who sounded dangerous, and Rocco was sure he’d been up to things you rather not think about…yet, it seemed that Rocco was going to be back at it that night.

It made you very uncomfortable, but you hadn’t said anything, knowing that the brothers were best friends with Rocco. They too seemed not to like their best friend’s choice of career, though, considering the way they talked about the mafia guys, but at the same time, it didn’t look like it bothered them that much that Rocco worked for them, no matter how much they said the mafia were assholes who should get what they deserved. You guessed Rocco got a free pass on their disgust since he wasn’t officially mafia and he was their best friend, but it still made you uncomfortable.

You’d put up with it, though, to keep hanging with the MacManus. You didn’t think that you’d become friends with Rocco, even if you knew it’d be best if you were a friend with their best friend, but you couldn’t force yourself, but you guessed you could put up with him if that meant you could be friends with the MacManus and hang with them…at least if Rocco wasn’t more involved with that mafia thing that it seemed, but for now it didn’t sound like he hurt people himself or anything like that, and you couldn’t see the brothers being okay with that if he were.

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Alright lovelies I need help. What would you like me to post next. The next part of “The Journey” OR a one shot of an upcoming fanfic where I write all the things that happen in my “The 100” DR (I finally shifted and things are crazy) it’s a bit spicy and has Murphy in it.

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(I didn’t come up with this idea I saw it on insta and remade it with slightly better photos.)

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glenn, in a jail cell: i've been in here so long I think I’ve lost my mind

glenn: the days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months

glenn: how long have I been in here now? almost a year?

rick: this is monopoly, glenn.

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I haven’t died! I’ve been working non-stop. Storybook hall is now branching out 😳 now going to include Bellamy Blake (the 100), John Murphy (the 100), Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter), Harry Potter (obvious), Ron Weasley (Harry Potter), Fred and George Weasley (Harry Potter), and much much more. Soooo attached to this is a google doc please go in and add your username starting with @ under each character you want to be tagged for. ❤️❤️

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@mythically-fun-creature @haylee205 @musicgeek190

Welcome to the family ❤️ enjoy 😘

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I’m sorry I’ve kinda fallen off the face of the earth. I’m stugfling with mental health. I am a slightly over weight woman and I’m struggling with not hating myself... 😬😬

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My husbandddd

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Baby 🔥🔥🔥

#Norman #hotaf #wickedwednesday #lookingtooyoungtosmoke #babyreedus #blackandwhite #sexiestmanalive