#the walking dead preferences

[lowkeyrobin]

Fine I'll give you fluff 🙄....Carl and reader find this huge museum and decided to check it out for supplies to find out the museum has been untouched there's no signs of walker or human and since Carl and reader are still children they decided to fuck around and even give themselves a tour of the museum and it ends with sweet first kisses 😚

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heyyyyy ♣️ of course and thank you. the Luke castellan req u sent me is already hurting and I've barely written any of it yet LMFAO ; also didn't know how to do the kissing bit so I'm sorry :( I've never been to a museum so ifk djsndmsm ; I should've scrapped this it's so bad wth

CARL GRIMES ; museum

summary ; you and carl go on a run and take a tour of a museum

warnings ; language, mentions of knives

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1k

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You and Carl approach the large building, gazing upon the well-founded structure. It was a curvature shape, large glass windows covering it, pulling in gallons of sunlight each day. You couldn't imagine the amount of sunbleach on the floor inside if it was that familiar thin carpeting like in arcades or inside al Chuck E Cheese's across the globe.

As you walk closer, killing any stray walkers with your knives, you notice there's a whole layer below the upper, circular part of the building. It's held up by pillars, protected by shade, and only covered in a few tall windows here and there. Below that, it sinks into the ground a bit with the help of some staircases on each side behind the sign and little wall to prevent casualties. It was more boxy, however, still covered in windows. The whole structure looked freakishly modern, like the world didn't end back in 2010 here, like the world just kept spinning up til now, apparently. It was a little freaky seeing it, but you brushed it off. Whatever this place was, they probably pulled in millions of dollars a month to look like this.

You approach the front, seeing Virginia Museum of History & Culture in bold lettering above the main doors.

Now, you and your long-time friend Carl never got to learn all that much about history or culture, seeing as the world ended in the middle of your fifth grade year. All through elementary school, it wasn't something anyone was teaching a bunch of little kids who'd forget within an hour over recess.

The two of you share a shrug and nod, deciding to go in to look for any food or resources. You keep your weapons ready and in hand, prepared to take down as many walkers as need be.

The first challenge was getting inside, however. The door was locked. Luckily, Carl was able to pick the lock with a spare safety pin he kept in his pocket for this exact reason, and he slowly pushed the door open with his foot. His boot leaves a print on the door from the dirt and dust on the ground, leaving the stainless steel door a little messy as you both enter.

You clear out each large room, finding no signs of life, or death for that matter. You closely examine all of the WW2 replica artifacts and read the little signs, teaching you about the nearly hundred-year-old war. It was pretty interesting to you, considering the only war education you'd gained was being part of one yourself with the whole Negan and the Saviors thing.

Carl notices you reading as he breaks open some protective glass, opening a stash of rifles that'd been found post-war on the battlegrounds in Virginia.

"Think they still work?" He asks you, holding one up in his hand.

You shrug, "How would I know?"

He nods and shrugs, agreeing with your statement. However, you'd take anything you could get your hands on at the moment, food, guns, ammo, anything.

You two unlock a long forgotten childlike curiosity, exploring the museum for all its knowledge. You learn a lot about cultures and wars walking around the building, about ancient Aztec civilizations and the Civil War.

You ended up finding a little bit of food and some guns and ammo. I mean, a museum would never be a go-to for apocalypse rations anyway.

The two of you sit down in front of the windows near the front of the building, giggling and gasping for air after playing tag for a solid twenty minutes. Your cheeks are flushed and you run a hand through your hair, trying to cool yourself down a bit.

"I didn't know you could run so fast" Carl chuckles, lightly nudging your shoulder.

You shrug with a light smile and reply with a sarcastic and snarky tone, "My urgency to get away from you is showing"

"Hey!"

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

You stick close to Carl, heading into a locked portion of the building, staff only. You wield your knives, cautiously turning the lights on.

Nothing, once again.

Another lunch room, weird enough. But it had plenty of non-perishables you could take. Including spaghetti-o's, which you hadn't had in years. The warm, metal taste could already be tasted on your tongue as you imagined the beautiful taste of the noodles and sauce again.

Carl turns to you, "Ready to go? It's nearly dark"

You nod, "Go on without me, I wanna go in that section we didn't really explore yet"

He shrugs, "I'll come with you"

"It's fine-"

"You wanna learn more, don't you?"

You shrug and nod.

"Nerd" He teasingly chuckles, "C'mon, let's make it quick"

You quickly run out to the section you didn't get to explore much, learning all about JFK's assassination. God, if the internet got to progress any further, you'd be all over Reddit sharing conspiracies and theories about this right now.

"Holy shit, dude took two bullets, what the fuck?"

"Damn"

You begin to rant as you read the little book on the podium, silencing Carl as he sits on the floor. His feet hurt, and his shoulders were beginning to ache, so he decided to sit down like this was kindergarten storytime.

You stand and speak, using your hands to communicate through body language as he attentively listens to you. He looks up at you with admiration, like he was genuinely focused on you and only you. You stop to breathe, your throat dry as you shut the book.

Carl fixes his hat, handing you some water.

"Ready to go home and eat these spaghetti-o's that I know you're dying to eat?"

"Yes please!"

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: reader and character are in an established relationship

Warnings: swears, mentions of violence

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥

・Automatically thinks there’s a walker or some type of danger when you call out

・But your eyes are closed and you’re still asleep. Yet this nightmare has a harsh grip on you, almost like torture. You watch over and over as your loved ones are ripped to shreds

・It’s when you start crying that Daryl thinks it best he wake you

・Slowly he peels you off of his chest, gently shaking you out of your trembling slumber

    “Y/n, y/n, come on sweetheart-” 

・His voice is low and gravelling, but especially so since he had been asleep only minutes ago

・You awake, and stare at Daryl with tears in your eyes

・He kisses your cheek, and moves so that his body is firmly around yours.

・He has become so intune with you that he knows when you feel uncomfortable, it’s become another sense for him. Because without you, he wouldn’t be able to carry on. Truly, he wouldn’t. And if he did not die, then he would be a shell of himself. 

・And so whenever you’re in pain, in discomfort or unsafe, there’s a feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

    “Sweetheart, I got you. C’mere,” and his arms wrap around you. Holding you tight. Promising not to let anyone or anything hurt you. Not even in your sleep. 

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

・Holds you as soon as she realises that your dream had turned sour

     “Hey, hey, shhh. I’m here.”

・Her hand wipes away the sweat that covers your forehead, gently letting you know you’re safe

・It’s happened so many times that even the smallest sentence from Maggie calms you. 

・With her, you know nothing bad will happen to you

・Like a protective circle, whenever she’s near, the nightmares don’t get too bad. But tonight, for some reason, they did. 

    “Baby, hey y/n, baby wake up,” she gently cooes you to consciousness

“Wha-what?” You say breathlessly, your eyes darting around the dark room. Not comprehending where you are. 

    “You’re safe,” she repeats, moving the hair from your face. 

“Oh-Maggie,” and instantly you sag with relief. 

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

・He lays awake, watching you intently as you sleep. 

・Negan loves watching you like this, cosy and unbothered in his arms. 

・His thumb sweeps over your eyelashes and it’s almost like you live in a normal world. 

・But then the nightmares start again and you’re ripped from comfort

・Negan’s instinctual react is to hold you close against his body, pressing kisses on your forehead as you’re woken by the memories of your past

    “It was only a dream baby,” he mumbles in your ear. 

“No, no it happened. It really happened-” you start to sob, and Negan’s heart breaks at the sight of you like this 

・He wants to make it all go away. To make it stop. He just wants you to have a better life. 

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚

・Her knife is in her hands within seconds; an ingrained reaction even before the outbreak

   “What? What is it?” She hisses, not knowing that you’re asleep. Sleep talking.

・It isn’t until she peers over at you, that she lowers her knife and sighs 

・This has happened every day for three weeks, and she thought she would be used to it by now 

    “Hey y/n, babe,” she gently shakes you awake. Doing her best not to scare you awake. 

・You do though - awaken. And embarrassment floods you. A red blush creeps onto your cheeks, because god, you don’t want to appear weak. 

・But Rosita understands. She knows what it’s like, to not be able to find solace in the land of the unconscious. 

・Seeing your face, she plants kisses all over it, making sure to give you a long kiss on the forehead. 

    “I love you,” she whispers as your foreheads touch. 

“And I love you,” you reply, eyes already starting to droop. 

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤

・He only sleeps after you, and in this case, you went to sleep early. Lucky for Rick, it meant he was able to fall asleep quickly. 

・But his worst nightmare came true - he heard you scream. 

・Even in his unconscious state, he was able to wake himself up and locate the source of the danger. 

・But there was nothing. No one. No walkers. No whisperers. Nothing. 

・And then he turned to you, and saw that you were shaking, goosebumps errupting on your skin. When he reached out, you were burning up. 

・His gut dropped, sick. This was the last thing that he wanted. He couldn’t have you sick, he couldn’t bear it. 

・So he left you sleep, not knowing that it wasn’t sickness but a nightmare of how the apocolypse started for you

・Even as he got the doctor to your bedroom door, you awoke in a panic. 

・Heavily disorientated, you sat up as the doctor did his usual checks and ... everything was fine. Just an elevated heart rate. 

・Rick, relieved rather than embarassed, apologised to the doctor and was met with fury. 

    “It was a nightmare Rick! Only a fucking nightmare!” 

𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧

・He is perfect in these situations. Glenn has always been the glue that keeps everyone together - who makes sure everyone is okay. And to be his significant other is like being with a goddamn therapist (in the best and the worst ways)

・But in this particular situation, he knows exactly what to do. Because he knows how he likes to be treated 

   “Honey, y/n, baby, it’s a nightmare. That’s all, that’s all-” He moves so he’s behind you, a cold wash cloth in his hands, covering your forehead 

・Even in the sleep, you know who it is. Whose able to anchor you. 

Glenn, get back to Glenn, it’s what you say in your dream, wanting to get back to the man you love so dearly. So fiercely. 

・It’s a struggle, but your eyes open and you break free. Like coming out of a curse, you feel the safeness of Glenn instantly 

     “I thought I lost you,” you sobbed into his chest. He was the only person you would allow to see you cry

・Rubbing your back, he says all he can to calm you down. 

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞

・Has a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep. 

・So she feels when you start to move beside her, noises coming from your mouth, soon turning into words

     “Please, no!”

・The noises break her heart and she turns over to face you

・Tears are streaming down your face, even though you’re asleep. So, she reaches over and places a hand on your face. 

・Almost like a siren calling to a sailor, you react to her touch. Almost instantly calming you down

    “Hey, hey,” she coos. Doing her best not to wake you. Michonne thinks that if she can soothe you without waking you, then you could still get a good nights sleep. 

・Because that doesn’t happen often. 

・But you can’t stay asleep without the darkness creeping in. Somehow, even the most lighthearted of dreams turn sour. 

・All you can do is try not to let Michonne know. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥

・Feels you stirring in the night - she’s a light sleeper

・Watches as you toss and turn, gently placing a hand on your arm, shooshing you quietly. 

   “Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” 

・But her words do nothing as the walkers descend on your camp. The defenses are gone, and everyone you love is about to die. 

・You start screaming and that’s when Carol has to shake you awake. First it was gently but you were so engrossed in your nightmare that you thought it was a walker grabbing at your arms 

   “Please y/n, wake up!” Carol pleaded. Over and over again, until in your dream you’re bitten. 

・With a jolt, you open your eyes and take a big gasp. Like the air had been ripped from your lungs. 

・But you see Carol’s face, unharmed, worried, but safe. 

・And you sigh.

・So does she. 

・And this goes on and on, each night. The same dream, plaguing you. For your nightmare could come true. 

[madstwd]

Reader Touching their Waists (sfw+nsfw)

Request:" Hii! What about a reader that really likes touching his waist (like lower back but not his butt), how would he react, ect. ect? Could be sfw or nsfw idm :) <33 Take all the time you need"

SFW:

(NSFW Below the Cut :)) )

Daryl Dixon:

Daryl would 100% love it, if you were in a place where it wasn't too safe, small touches to his waist specifically would reassure him you were there. Wondering off only to return with your hand grazing the small of his back would allow his body to become untense if only for a moment. When Daryl would do it to you, it made him realise how clumsy you actually are, at first you hissed and flinched at him, forcing him to lift up the shirt you are wearing and expose a cut or bruise you somehow managed to get. Daryl isn't a man of many words, so it's only expected for the two to you to communicate in small gestures like this.

Rick Grimes:

Rick would be confused at first, touching his waist as you passed by him would cause him to blush. especially if his short/jacket was lifted up slightly exposing the skin. The gesture would become the only way he knew you were greeting him in most settings, group meetings you would stand next to him, hand on his back as support. He would also return the gesture, after clearing out danger he would reach out to hold your waist as a reassurance to the both of you.

Negan Smith:

Around the Saviours Negan would think it's a possessive act, most of the time it was. The need to make sure he's at arm's length, the constant reassurance he's yours's and you're his. It would then turn more protective as he was released from the prison at Alexandria. Often coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him to distract him from all those he wronged. When Maggie returned your arm around him prevented her from doing anything in fear of losing her relationship with you (without you there she would hesitate). It was a safety sign for him.

NSFW:

Daryl Dixon:

He would 1000% love it when you wrapped any body part around his waist, your legs trapping him inside you would light a fire he didn't even know he had. Holding his waist to keep him close as you sucked him off. Daryl loved touching yours as well, lifting your hips using your waist, helping your back arch against him. holding it as you bounced on his dick. 10/10 would love it.

Rick Grimes:

Your waist was what turned him on the most, whenever it was smooth and small highlighting the figure of it or when it was soft and he was able to grip on it, the soft flesh spilling out of his hands. he would love it more if you led him to the bedroom using his waist, a tight grip around his back as your fingers dug into his side.

Negan Smith:

He wouldn't stop moving for you to grab his waist, your thighs tightening around it would be enough for him. However, you lead him in a room with your arms tightly around your waist because you are jealous, he wouldn't hesitate to show you how to actually feel. He would allow you to move him around the room, hands on the small of his back as you guided him where you needed him.

[cutloin-grip]

Honestly; Carl > Ron > Henry

I love them all a lot, however; Carl takes 1st place in character ranking for me. I grew up watching the show on TV and it really feels like we grew up together, my favourite character throughout the decade I’ve been a fan

[dixonzzgirl]

“good morning, sleepyhead.” you coo at the drowsy archer, rubbing up and down his muscular arm. in return, he nuzzles his face into his pillow and groans, hiding his faint smile from you.

“you still wanna go on that run today?” you ask, leaving small, lazy kisses on his shoulder, that trail down to his bicep. he tilts his head up to answer, but his gaze lands on your lips. he glances up at you with puppy eyes that beg you to close the gap. to make matters worse, he lets out a weak groan that came out sounding like a whimper. you love how whiny and needy he is for you in the morning. it stirs something in you .. knowing he craves you as much as you do him. you make him work for it .. make him tell you how badly he wants your sloppy, wet kisses all over his face. ducking down, only inches away from his lips, you smile devilishly.

“hm?” you ask in an innocent and taunting tone, hovering right over his mouth. he nods, eyes never wavering from your lips. his lips part slightly and he breathes in your existence, ready for your lips to crash down. however, you dip down slowly, giving into him at your own discretion. his hand squeezes your body flush up against his. you can feel his hardened cock under the blanket. it makes your pussy throb knowing he’s already so desperate for you. you pull away to whisper against his lips in a cocky tone.

“might have to push the time back a little.” with one quick motion, daryl pushes your shoulder flat against the bed and hovers over top of you, taking every ounce of power back. he uses one of his rough hands to force your legs wide open.

“yeah... we will.” he grunts out, only centimeters away from your open mouth. he couldn't take anymore teasing, his cock was so hard it hurt. your brain went fuzzy, feeling his weight over top of you. it was going to be a long (and girthy) morning.

[graceloveswolves]

Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include…

- knowing him for awhile before you started dating

- and nothing was official, you just one day became his and only his, which was accepted both ways

- everyone saw it coming a mile away before you two and they already assumed you guys were a thing

- gearing up for morning hunts before the sun rose

- being his hunting buddy ALWAYS he likes to be able to keep his eye on you

- you guys sneaking out together to just sit and enjoy nature when you had time

- everyone always assumed y’all were doing something else tho ;) sometimes you did

- he is extremely loyal to you, like 1000%

- everything was very open between you two, no secrets, you were each other’s best friend

- you two not minding being each other’s only company for days

- him taking it personally if he found out you were keeping something from him/not coming to him first about something

- him shooting walkers near you 24/7

- “I had that Daryl.”

- “mhm, I did too.”

- seriously, if you date him you can say goodbye to privacy he’s glued to you

- you guys have a lot of little talks about the group and occurring problems within the group

- usually seeing eye to eye on everything

- if you aren’t, he will usually just move on and accept it

- but you will still be doing things his way

- fun little competitions when you guys are bored

- him making sure you know EVERYTHING he knows about hunting/survival

- I’m not kidding he will drill it into you until you remember or until you beat him to it

- making sure you always have food whether it be tiny as a squirrel or a snake

- he will force you to eat if he notices your not

- you take it and eat anyways even if you are full because you are pretty sure it’s a coping mechanism from him never having any food at home

- he will give you lots of tiny gifts like a heart shaped rock or a four leaf clover

- at first, he might have a few outbursts out of insecurity, but overtime they dissolve entirely

- he is such a softie and wouldn’t ever belittle you or make you feel threatened

- but sometimes he gives you tough love and will tell you the truth even if you don’t want to hear it

- but will always be on your side and have your back against anyone

- speaking of, he would practically kill anyone who threatened you (Jody and the frying pan)

- Rick and Carol would have to pry him off whoever dared to try you

-overall he’s 10000/10 protective

- sometimes you guys fight about him wanting you to stay back on risky runs

- he looses most of the time and will just have to have the comfort of knowing at least he’s with you on the run

- you’re the only person he’ll take a shower for or let touch his hair

- he actually secretly loves it when you touch his hair

- especially when you brush it out of his face

- it’s a small gesture yet his heart melts every time you do it

- late night cuddles

- he loves it most when you lay on his chest

- or when you are hugging/holding him

- he sleeps the best when he’s with you

- when he’s out on a run and it’s a rare occasion that you’re not with him he practically runs off no sleep

- even after everything you guys been through he still managed to keep a Polaroid of you two from the farm when you both were chilling in his orange tent after being shot by Andrea

- he keeps it on him wherever he goes

- and when you’re away from him he will stare at it for awhile thinking about how different everything was then and the people that were still alive

- which makes him hug you extra long when he comes home

- you are his #1 priority

- Merle always being jealous of him that he snagged such a looker

- Rick always trying his best to keep you two together on missions

- “I know you two don’t like being separated but please brother, I need you on this.”

- Maggie or Carol being the one you go to if you are fighting with him

- Daryl really gets annoyed when you are mad at him

- because you are his best friend and he doesn’t socialize with anyone else really

- he will do a little routine that starts off with giving you space, then leaving little gifts around for you, then coming around with dinner or telling you he needs help with something, even if he makes something up just to associate with you

- sometimes he’ll cut the bs and just start apologizing and hope you can forgive him and just move on

- being able to talk to each other just using your eyes

- it’s a literal talent

- group members find it funny how you guys can read each other so well

- swapping old funny stories of your lives before the walkers

- people referring you two as each other’s wife & husband

- though Daryl never got you a ring, to him his love for you didn’t need to be shown through a ring

- but if you wanted one he’d see what he could find

- either way, it was obvious that you were his and he was yours so you never had problems with people trying to get with either one of you

- best couple ever

[connorswhisk]

some s1 daryl gifs i made a while back (apologies for quality i really am not a giffer lmao)

[schizophrynia]

DARYL DIXON — his imagination

daryl dixon x afab gender neutral reader

nsfw, fluff

wc: 412

summary: you called him a pretty boy and that's simply too much for his heart, and body, to handle.

era: season four, pre-governor arc two

author note: i'm reposting my old works after editing and revising them so i hope this is better :)

warnings: moaning, his lewd and perverted fantasies, edging, submissive? daryl

daryl tightened his grip on his cock at the thought of you, little whines threatening to escape his trembling lips. he had been going at this for nearly a half hour, cruelly edging himself on the lower bunk of your shared prison cell. he couldn’t help himself. not when you teasingly flirted with him so frequently. at this point, he wasn’t even sure you were aware of it. perhaps you were just friendly and flirtatious with everybody. but whenever you complimented the way his hair framed his worn face or whenever you looked at him with such soft eyes, he often found his pants tightening.

it happened again today. you called him a pretty boy, unknowingly stirring these fervid feelings again. It was torture for him, having always to sneak away to touch himself in ways he could only dream you would. he’d softly rub at his throbbing tip, teasing himself beyond a torturous ache. and then, only when his tip drooled with precum, would he finally give in and pump his cock the way his body begged him to.

he imagined your warm breasts bouncing as he made sickeningly sweet love to you. he dribbled more precum onto his happy trail as he thought about your wet juices coating his cock. he instinctively bucked his hips up into his calloused fist, imagining getting to watch as your tight walls swallowed and clenched around him. he melted at the imagined whimpers you would make from him circling your clit in tight circles. he imagined the soft, breathy warning of your approaching orgasm. one more throb as he imagined the way you would throw your head back in pleasure, riding out your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him.

that.

that threw him over the edge, clouding his vision in a thick haze. his whole body convulsed as thick white ropes jumped from his twitching girth. desperate dirty nails clawed at thin, cotton bedsheets, searching for anything to brace himself with. shallow breaths came left his dry, cracked lips erratically, calming the euphoria. a warmer flood of blood rushed to his cheeks. and now came the embarrassment.

he knew he couldn’t have you, yet he still imagined you in all of the lewd, perverted ways he had. and if you ever knew, you wouldn’t speak to him again. throwing an exhausted and sore arm over his head, he tried to ignore the rising guilt that would scold him for the rest of the humid night.

[superpowered-dirt]

i never post on here but i have so much in my head about twd: the ones who live i honestly feel like i might explode.

i know all anyone really wants to talk about from episode 2 is That Part of their reunion (which is fair, don't ask me how many times I rewatched it), but now, the part that keeps playing over and over again in my head is this tiny bit:

and i just need to say, danai and andy are so insanely talented bc this clip?? this clip—short as it is, with not a world of dialogue—says SO much about where our two characters are at.

first, rick. i watch this clip and i think holy shit, yeah, that is a broken man. andy does a masterful job at displaying through his eyes and the way he carries himself the extent of the psychological damage and anguish within rick, not to mention the guilt he carries. you can see the gears turning in his head as he reminds himself how he basically gave up on her. how he gave up on himself. how he told himself that he was done, he was never seeing her again, and let himself fold into the CRM. i think it's safe to say he hates himself for his choice to move on. he's utterly crushed by it. like look at him, he can't even meet her eyes!!

and michonne? she sees it. once the euphoria of I Found You has begun to wear off and she lets herself really take him in, she immediately clocks that this is not the same rick that "died" on the bridge. not the rick that led alexandria. not the rick that got them out of terminus. and definitely not the rick that stood up to the saviors. in fact, the last time she saw this version of him, it was right after the first time they ever lost to negan, and that horrifies her, because if that rick is back, then something truly terrible has happened. the look on her face in the clip says a million things, but most loudly, she's wondering, understandably and devastatingly, "my love, what have they done to you?"

the final clue for her that her rick is gone, at least for now, is their next interaction. since forever, both of their instincts anytime they've been told that something bad is coming their way have been to either hoof it for the safety of their family or stand back to back and dispatch the threat. it's the panic in his voice, the sheer desperation as he pleads with her to stand down instead and hide herself after she suggests they go that tells her she has no idea what he's been through or what she's in for now that she's in the shit with him. and even now, if the trailer for E03 has been any indication, she still fails to grasp the danger they're both in. i know what people online have been saying, but she's not being careless, this is michonne we're talking about, she just doesn't understand how careful she really has to be. and then throw jadis and her bitch ass bowl cut into the mix and suddenly a whole new threat looms over alexandria and the commonwealth that ultimately all comes back on rick too? the guilt he now has to face for not only dragging his wife into his mess, but through jadis, also his daughter and all his friends?? and if he finds out now that he has a son too, then there's even more guilt??????

i could go on for hours but i won't. all i'll say is that we're definitely in for such an emotional ride tomorrow. and really there's no one else i trust more than andy and danai to deliver that for us.

[trekkele]

ok time to be negative again i cannot stand the trope “character x finds out bruce ““let”” his sons murderer live and chews him out then goes to kill joker” because 60% of the time its a character who has an independent no kill rule, and absolutely zero business yelling at Bruce about anything. Fuck ooooooffffff with the guilt tripping about bruce not committing murder!!!!!

[lowkeyrobin]

TWD ; how you meet

includes ; carl grimes, enid rhee, ron anderson, & henry peletier

warnings ; language, mentions of cannibals, mentions of enid and the turtle

pronouns used ; you/yours

masterlist

CARL GRIMES

maggie, bob, and sasha picked you up on the road after the fall of the prison

you'd been surviving off the land all alone, any family and friends you had died long ago

kind of like an enid moment but you didn't eat a fuckin turtle

everyone reunites, and you're introduced to the others like how tara was after the (first) battle with the cannibal kidnappers

of course, being close in age really secured your friendship

you liked the same things, talked similarly, and even in the new world, shared similar goals and prioritized others over yourselves

your friendship lasted a long, long time

from confiding in each other to fighting together

doing everything together

whether the relationship is romantic or platonic, affection is always shared

both of you don't receive hugs, hand holding, skin to skin contact basically, all too much so yk

when you can, you guys just try and chill out together and whatnot

cuties

ENID RHEE

you were on the road with rosita, (your aunt) eugene, and abraham

when coming into alexandria, ron was showing you and carl around and introduced you two to enid and mikey

instantly made a connection with the girl

she was quiet but you understood her

you respected her silence and built a friendship upon it

she started coming out of her shell soon enough and you started to understand her more

fav hobbies would be staring out at nature and appreciating it together and reading comics

RON ANDERSON

you came in with Rick's group

at first you didn't like him because he and the rest of the community were so sheltered and oblivious

even though he started getting a little iffy w carl, you started to grow on him & stopped the little shit between them

it was mostly enid not deciding whether or not her and Ron were a thing and whatnot

but finally 🙏🙏🙏

even if the relationship is /p or /r, you guys are tight as fuck

you and Carl kinda drift away from each other cause new friends and whatever

plus everything w s6 drama and whatnot, talking to each other and shit was kinda rare

you and Ron mostly read comics together and walk around the neighborhood and talk

sometimes play video games

but it's so weird to you at this point where you start tweaking after a while

like, remembering you can play video games in the apocalypse fucks w you after a while

but besties frfr

HENRY PELETIER

you were with the saviours

but after their downfall and after Rick's disappearance, you become friends with him

he trusted you because you were close in age and he could tell you obviously never had a choice to go with them

but close to like beginning of after time skip in s9, you guys get close

lots of talking over walkie talkies and going on walks together

he tries to show you some moves with the staff

you teach him how to properly use knives and machetes

Daryl doesn't trust you for some reason but who doesnt he not trust???

anytime people bring up your ex-saviour reputation, he's there to defend you

pookie bears fr 🫶🫶

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I know I did this with the Narnia characters but this is such a cute idea and I love the thought of someone giving Daryl a pretty rock...oh and some are gemstone rocks, others are just rocks from the ground that look cool or have a nice design

Warnings: swears (I like swearing)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧

・You had been on a run when you came across a spiritual shop. 

・One of those businesses full of gemstones 

・For some reason, you stopped and looked at all the options (not many people thought rocks would be important nor useful in an apocolypse)

・Each section had its name and meaning written underneath 

・Your eyes gravitated to the Labradorite basket. Picking one up, you moved it back and forth, watching it shine with the movement.

・The meaning was, ‘creates a shield for auras and protects against negativity of the world,’. 

     “Fucking perfect,” you said chuckling. 

・When you approach Glenn, you almost had a shiteating grin. You knew he would like it on some level, but you just wanted to tell him the meaning behind it. 

・When you gave it to him, he had the widest smile but not without a quirked eyebrow

    “Got it on the run,” you said with a smile, “watch this.” 

・You held it to the sunlight and moved it as you had in the store, showing him how it shone. 

・Glenn was elated. Not by the gift itself, but the fact that you were thinking about him. 

・Now, he keeps it with him always. Even though you got it because it reminded you of him, he sees it as an extension of you. 

・Having you close, even if it isn’t you physically; it’s what helps him carry on - 

・Having tokens of the people he loves, especially when he’s in dangerous situations. It reminds him to keep fighting. To keep holding on. 

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡

・You had been looking around on the farm, searching for something new to focus on, when you found on oddly shaped rock. 

・Turning it around, you realised it was a heart, not a perfect one, but one nonetheless 

・It gave you a burt of excitement; something fun to show the person you loved the most 

・Running back inside, you quickly found Beth, who had been talking with Lori

・You waited until they were finished, an eager smile on your lips as you held both hands behind your back

・When you presented it to Beth she was equally as excited to receive it as you were to give it 

・She got it straight away, not even having to turn it around to see its true shape

・Looking at you, she wrapped you in her arms and gave you a squeeze

     “Thank you,” she whispered and kissed your cheek

・Tried ages to somehow make a necklace for it. Spent days wrapping thread around it only for it to always fail

・It wasn’t until Carol looped the string over and over again, threading this way and that, creating a holding for the stone heart to sit in

・When it was done, Beth ran to show you

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤

・You were on a run with Daryl and found this science store. Your curiosity got the best of you, and inside were cabinets full of old history

・An idea came to mind and you found the one that possessed items from Neanderthal times (allegadely). 

・Inside was a rock that recorded one of the first thumb prints in America 

・It made you smile - the irony of it. Because how did the world end up like this? 

・Using your bat to smash the glass, you grabbed the rock and pocketed it. With Daryl waiting outside, you jumped onto his bike off you two went, with Walkers limping toward the sudden sound

・When you got back to camp, you slumped next to Rick and gave him the rock

    “I thought one of the last people alive should have something of one of the first’s.” 

・That felt like a shot to the heart for Rick

・He got the humour of it. But you didn’t expect for his eyes to gloss over

     “Hey, hey,” you cooed, placing an arm on his shoulder. “I didn’t know you loved science so much-”

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

・You had all been on the road for a while, trying to find some sort of shelter

・Everyone was in low spirits, and not even you could lift them. It took too much energy. 

・You went off with Maggie to find something for everyone to eat, or a lead on some shelter or water

・Maybe it was delirium, or the fact that you wanted to cheer Maggie up. But you found a near perfect sphere of a rock

   “Wow, look at this,” with a lot of effort, you bent down and picked up the stone. 

・There were no cracks, or chips. It was fully round besides one side where it looked to have caved in a little

・With your best British accent, you bowed low to Maggie and said,” a most expensive present for the most dazzling woman alive,.”

・That comment brought out the smallest of smiles - but it was better than nothing

・You presented it to her and she took it with a raised brow

    “And what am I supposed to do with it?” She said a ad mockingly

“Cherish it, my love,” you said and gave her a kiss

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥

・You had gotten closer to Daryl over time. So close that where one went, the other wasn’t far behind 

・And in your possession was a rose quartz that your best friend had given to you man years ago. 

・You still cherished the pink piece of stone, a reminder that there was a before

・One night when neither you or Daryl could sleep, you walked over to him and sat down. Neither of you saying anything you held out your hand with the stone in it

    “For you,” was all you said 

・King of “Huh?” 

・Didn’t want to take it at first

・But nodded his head and thanked you after you explained why you wanted him to have it

    “I still don’t think I should have it, Y/N,” he whispered

“But I want you to have it. It’s like having a little piece of me...”

・It took only that, because he did take it

・And now he always has it in his pocket, even when he sleeps (if it’s bothering him, he’ll just sleep in a different position)

・He nearly goes crazy if he can’t find it anywhere too 

・Daryl knew how much it meant to you. It was a tie to that era in your life. Rememberance of your friends and family. 

・So now he cherished it. In such an intense way that it was now apart of his image. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥

・You hadn’t found it on a run, or doing anything important

・You just happened across it, in an abandoned pack (a walker had been nearby though, so you put two and two together)

・Rummaging through, you found a few useful items like dog food, deodorant, panadol, bandaids, moisturisor, but then something caught your eye. 

・At the bottom of the bag was another bag - a makeup one. Mixed in with the concealer and lipstick was half a geode. One of the most beautiful things you had seen in a while

・Lugging the backpack back to the group, you asked where Carol was and left the pack with everyone else

・You were so excited to show Carol the geode you had found. Maybe it had been given as a gift before the Walkers began, but you found it nonetheless

・It was only one half of the geode, but it was layered with shimmering crystal. A piece of beauty in such a rotting world 

・Her response was so tender

・Even the way she held out her hand was like it could fall to pieces 

    “Oh it’s lovely-” 

・And you couldn’t help but smile. Well, you beamed basically. 

    “I thought you should have something as beautiful as you are.” 

・She scoffed and lightly whacked your arm

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

・You had met Negan after the events of his war against Rick. 

・There was a group you had been travelling with, but you were attacked by a swarm of walkers and somehow only you survived

・He found you one day and you’ve been inseparable since 

・It didn’t take long for Negan to get to know you; you were an open book. Even if before the apocolypse you were closed off; now you couldn’t help but try to make relationships with people. You knew that if they turned on you - their sympathy would bare them from doing anything too horrible... well that’s what you had learned watching a True Crime show before the walkers 

・Some days were more difficult then others, and you could see that something lay heavy within Negan

・He barely spoke about himself, but from you did know, you understood that at times you had to become someone else to survive 

・Thinking it could cheer him up somehow, you went to the nearby creek and searched for a unique looking rock or pebble

・Finding one, that was completely smooth on both sides, you decided that this one would be perfect

・Running back to camp, you told him to close his eyes and hold out his hands. Doing so, you placed the stone in his calloused palms

・Immediately asks, “what’s this?” when he opened his eyes

・You shrugged and explained. 

  “I thought it looked cool, since it’s completely smooth. Kinda like one of those toys you have to calm a person down-”

      “You’re right, it does look cool sweetheart,” (will go along with anything you say)

・From then on he always has it on or near him

・Is usually seen chucking it up in the air and catching it. Or when he’s very stressed, he’ll roll it around in his hand

[madstwd]

How Twd characters would comfort you:

Since I got a lot of love on the last one! Here's another hope you enjoy ❤️ finally getting back in the swing of posting ~ mads

Discord link

Daryl:

Daryl isn't one for affection, in public that is. Most of the time if he could sense you were scared or nervous you would feel his finger weave into your hand. A small gesture to let you know he was there. But in private he wouldn't waste time in brining you into a hug, a warm bear hug like he was attempting to squeeze the fear away from you. At night if you had a nightmare he would hold you close, your head hidden under his chin. His arms holding you tightly, his heartbeat loud in your ear as he stroked your hair, calming you before listening to what your dream was about.

Rick:

Rick would show affection mostly when he felt it was needed. On the road before arriving at Alexandria he would give you small side hugs, or tuck you under his arm whilst leaning against a tree whilst you rested. Hand holding where possible is what helped to keep him and you grounded and he did it as much as possible. Over the losses of the group he would sit you in between his legs, you back against his chest. Holding you close as he spoke about being under their watch as they were amongst the stars. The sweet gesture someone letting you fall asleep, and he wouldn't dare move, just hold you close.

Negan:

I wouldn't expect any affection in public, he would be more of a hidden affection. Trying to keep his front of being a bold leader, you wouldn't get much than more of an awkward side hug or what felt like a forced kiss. However if you came back from a run shook up about something, he wouldn't hesitate to let you run into his arms, giving you kisses on his head. He would lead you away from the rest of the saviours, shielding you with his body until you reached his room. Since the loss of his wife, he was a massive softie to people he care about, treated them like gold and you of course filled that spot for him.

[storywriter12]

(relationship preferences twd)

(how they felt about you)

Rick grimes:He thought you were a sweetheart. He watched you help out so many people and he fell for you. He never heard you say no to anyone if someone asked you'll be right there he loved spending time with you he would check on you chill at your house see you talk with Carl he will even ask Carl what he thought about. When he heard nothing but nice things he knew he couldn't let you go 

Daryl dixon:He liked you, you never got on his nerves like some people do.You would help him with little things, go on runs with him, hell he would even ask you to come along he would ask you to jump on his bike giving the excuse. Saying that it would be much easier to get around in.and faster to get back when really he likes feeling your hands wrapped around him tight 

Negan:after he killed your friends he couldn't get you out of his head the journey back to the sanctuary took longer than he thought it would his never felt bad for killing anybody before well anybody who deserved it Simon told him not to feel back but he couldn't help it something about seeing how upset you were  broke his heart days after he still felt shit so he had to go and see you 

Simon:He was annoyed, well mostly not at you but he felt like he had to babysit you most days because Negan put you with him but he did kinda like you the long trips you two would take on the road was comfortable he would ask you questions about everything and anything. He did make it clear that  he wouldn't  risk his life for you, but that day you hurt yourself something changed inside of him he never wanted to see you hurt again he let himself care for you but he didn't want you to know how much he did actually like you 

Glenn: you knew how he felt you two were close in the early days he would teach you how to fix the RV if ever he was about or Dale. you would know what to do as you worked away he would tell you that you are doing good and some of your friends joked that he had a crush on you he would just stutter on his words and go red you would smile at him he didn't look at you that day 

Abraham:as I said before he thought you were a badass but as the weeks turned into months he was more comfortable around you he would joke around with you talking in his very colourful language he thought a girl like you would hate how he spoke but you laughed until you cried which made him smile, he put it on his check list that once a day he would make you laugh and he did 

Paul monroe “jesus”:he was very fond of you to say the least when he was home from a run, he would only be with you, you two was two peas in a pod he thought you were clever you would teach him things like play the piano but he would make mistakes here and there because he would be watching you, sometimes you would catch him and he would just smile at you and turn away you felt your cheeks get hot but carried on teaching him to play 

Dwight:he saw you as a friend to start off with you two would just talk about how shit things were but that changed he could always count on you being there with him no matter what if he was going out for a pick up he would always stop by your room to ask if you needed anything if you did he would get it to  you. negan would always say that he was your puppy because he followed you around like one but he liked it how you always told negan to shut up you would even joke that dwight was  your puppy patting him on the head and you actually got a laugh out of him 

King ezekiel:his always liked you how you looked how you was so, kind to everyone you always tried your best to like everyone and he saw that you fitted in perfectly as time went by you two spent time together going for walks around the kingdom with Shiva you always found him interesting I mean you've never met anyone who had a pet tiger  before he would always compliment you saying that you looked beautiful that day you would thank him saying he looked nice that day to he would smile

This is also on wattpad but I thought I'll post it here to❤️😊

[dixonzzgirl]

ok sorry but i can see daryl pissing you off for the first time and just not having a clue what to do so he RELUCTANTLY goes to carol for advice

but she wouldn't give him any and would assure him that he knows you better than he thinks and that he can resolve it on his own

i can just see the poor man being so shy and worried about doing or saying the wrong thing and making you MORE upset 😭 i think conflicts would be a hard thing for him to approach with a partner at first

ugh this is actually so sad because his anxiety would stem from him never getting an apology from anyone in his life. y'all think his deadbeat ass father ever apologized for the things he put daryl, merle or his wife through? i don't. do you think merle ever apologized for all of the times he'd torment daryl to make him more 'manly'? not a chance. he's never received an apology, so he wouldn't even know where to start when it came to giving one. he'd get sick over it because he wants you to know how sorry he feels for upsetting you. every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is the way your expression fell when he spoke those harsh words, the hurt on your face.

eventually he'd gather up the courage to find you and make things right. he'd fidget with his hands, shift his weight from one foot to the other, and feel like he's gonna throw all at once. his bottom lip would curve downwards in a frown as he spoke. " 'm sorry.. 'bout what i said earlier. i didn't mean it." it wouldn't be extravagant, but it was enough. the moment you forgive him, he'd feel the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders. suddenly he didn't feel so sick anymore, but he was slightly confused. he was preparing for the worst, preparing for you to end things. why would you stay with someone who says such mean things like that? why would you stay with someone like him? because you knew who he was, not who he pretended to be, but who he truly was. you knew that his hard exterior was a deception. you knew daryl cared. you knew how deeply he felt things.

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[graceloveswolves]

The Storm

Daryl Dixon x female reader : Season 9 Episode 16; just a sweet moment between Daryl & Y/N

🚨 spoilers!! You’ve been warned! 🚨

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I looked out across the frozen grass, feeling the cold wind blow across my face from the angle my head was tilted. My cheeks were undoubtedly glossed with a rosy tint from the harsh winter breeze. On edge, I kept looking around at the scenery around me, starting to grow bored of the endless walking. The group was certainly at its lowest point, having to abandon the Kingdom was heart wrenching and tore a big hole in our pride.

But at least we still had each other. Of course some were still mad and separated themselves with rage from the incident with the Whispers and what happened to some of our best people, but nonetheless we were all still walking together. I looked up in front of me, Carol and Ezekiel were trudging along on their horses mournfully. Throughout this entire time there still hasn’t been a word spoken between the pair. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for them, to loose a child and their kingdom… must’ve been an unimaginable pain that I couldn’t even begin to fantom.

Then I looked up at girl who unintentionally started it all, Lydia. She was walking solemnly by herself, her bubble coat making it harder for her to move, but she did. I felt myself frown, she didn’t deserve all the blame and hate she gotten. It wasn’t any of her fault, she was just a girl who was being abused. No doubt conflicted and troubled with her feelings and thoughts, to leave your mom and join a bunch of people that hate you for the greater good has to be a very hard but mature decision to make.

“Henry wanted her here…when no one else did.”

I heard Daryl speak softly, making me flinch on the inside. I had forgotten for a moment that he had been walking by my side. I looked up at him, feeling the rush of cold air reach my warm neck that had been exposed from my head tilt. He had looked down at me, while holding his strap to his crossbow, he studied me quietly, waiting for me to respond. It made me wonder how long he had been staring at me, he always was the quiet one who observed from afar. He had been walking by my side since we first left the kingdom, never leaving my side. We did make some sort of small talk along the way, but sometimes he’s so quiet you forget he is there, a talent he has mastered.

I glance up once again at the “her” he was referring too. Lydia, the beautiful raven haired girl who was walking far enough ahead of us that she was out of ear shot. Then I glanced back up at Carol and Ezekiel, who haven’t taken a single look at her since we left the kingdom.

“I never minded her here, she’s just a little girl.”

I replied back, looking up at Daryl, he had been looking at her too, before his eyes came back over to me. Looking down at his hands which still occupied his strap, I took one of my own and grasped his clothed arm, regaining warmth and feeling into my frosty fingers.

“She’s a good kid.” He replied, taking one hand off his crossbow and slipping in into mine.

I nodded back to him, agreeing. He was right, she was a good kid, even after all she has been through and the abuse from her… mother. She still had a pure heart.

“She is, Henry would’ve been proud of her. Every time I look at her I see a little bit of him.”

There was a moment of silence between us, the blue eyed man beside me looked conflicted for a moment. He raised his head looking out in front of him, still clutching onto his crossbow and my hand before he spoke.

“Who do you see when you look at me?”

Glancing up at him, I recalled the first time I met the stubborn redneck. All the way back at the quarry when the world first fell. Believe it or not, but I always knew I loved him from when I first met him. Even when no one else considered him to be anyone special or worth saving, I saw behind his tough act and he eventually let me in after a long time of pestering him.

We had fought through hell together, from Hershel’s farm, to the Prison, to Terminus, to Alexandria, to the Hilltop, from the Saviors, and all the less lonely nights in between. Through thick and thin we stuck together, even when we didn’t see eye to eye we still had each other’s back and fought for what the other believed in.

It didn’t matter where I was, as long as I was with him I was home.

I looked back up at him, seeing him patiently wait for my response. I knew no matter what that I loved him and he loved me and that was just how it was always going to be.

“I see you, my home.”