#twd hc

[n3tb0t]

N3TB0T'S/

SPONGEBOBS

JELLY NET

☆MASTERLIST!☆

• I don't know what I am comfortable with yet and what I am not comfortable with. So please be patient with me, please. • (I'll probably add more Fandom later in the future) heads up bad writing and spelling. I wasn't able to fully read until the 4th grade, so hang in here with me🙏

‼️RULES‼️

1# NO PROSHIPING!!

2# NO SMUT

3#NO SA

4# SUICIDE

5#NO KIDNAPPING

ETC.

(2025) I will not be writing for m!reader or ftm!reader since 1. I'm not a guy, so idk how to relate with certain stuff. 2. I'm not trans so I don't know how it feels or relates.

Please understand that I'm doing this for a reason and not homophbia. I don't want to enturpet something wrong or write something I haven't experienced with. I feel like it would be disconnected from the writing, you know?

So in that case, request gn! Reader or f!reader.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

~LIFE IS STRANGE 2~

~TWDG~

Ow2 (no border yet)

REMEMBER, I'LL ADD MORE FANDOMS IN THE FUTURE. MAKE SURE TO EAT, DRINK WATER, BRUSH YOUR TEETH, TAKE A SHOWER/BATH, AND GET A GOOD NIGHT SLEEP😊

[amordixon]

i feel like young!daryl used to fuck. like early to mid-twenties. and then as he got older, he kind of just stopped? like by the time he was in his thirties, he just didn’t care about that stuff anymore. it was like some ‘chore’ he had to do to keep up appearances with his brother. i also think his first time was probably with some girl he didn’t even know, someone merle probably convinced him to hook up with like from a bar or something. and then by the time we meet him he’s late thirties and the apocalypse has started and sex just doesn’t cross his mind because it’s always about survival, but that’s the thing, it’s also always been about survival for him. so when he meets you and you actually have the desire to be intimate with him, he feels all dizzy about it cause on one hand, he wants to give you that, but on the other, it’s been so long since he had last had sex that he feels like he’s having to learn it all over again and that makes him nervous. so he’s all awkward and fumbling and doesn’t know what to do with his hands?? doesn’t know where it’s okay to hold you?? cause this is something he’s never actually done with someone he loves and cares about, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. not with you, not ever ᡣ𐭩

[lilgoblinbitch]

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when rick fucks you, he doesn’t stop till you’re shaking. his goal is to have you a moaning, shaking mess underneath him. all wrapped around his finger — and his cock.

“rick, please! gonna cum!” you squeak out, your second or third climax building up quickly.

“i know, baby. thas what i’m goin for.”

and he’s plunging into you like he’s on a mission, his cock searching for all the buttons he can push inside your cunt that will bring you closer and closer to your destination. he always does it so well, effortlessly.

his lips pressing against your own, tongue punching yours while one hand is gripping the back of your thigh that’s pushed upward against your body and another hand pressing on your tummy, his cock deep in your pussy. you could feel the outline of his length deep inside you. holy fuck, this man was an expert at what he did. and you’d always thank him for his service by gushing all over his cock while he’s still inside you.

rick peppers kisses along your jawline while keeping you in that position, fucking you into the night and preparing for the next morning, where you’d end up giving him the best head of his life.

the two of you were a power couple when it came to pleasuring each other.

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[jumexju]

SUGGESTION

Pairing !! : Carl Grimes / Fem Reader

Fic Type !! : Headcanons, Fluff, Comfort

CW !! : canon typical mentions of violence/death, gn reader unless i specify otherwise, trauma/sa mentions

Summary !! : Just some fluff hcs about carl cuz i miss him

Notes !! : feeding carl fans after I finished the series like a year ago (bcs i rewatched it) (I love that white boy) enjoy lololol :3

✦ MASTERLIST

ᰔ if youre a melomaniac, carl would def be stuffing vinyls into his bag while out on runs just in case you happen to like the music (he gets happy when u get happy)

ᰔ carl n you def sit in his room just to listen to music (lowk parallel play)

ᰔ speaking of parellel play, hes a sucker for it !! you dont gotta be doing something together, even if the two of you are doing your own thing, he prefers having you near him while doing it

ex : he's reading comics while youre drawing/writing/etc

ᰔ carl likes hearing abt your hobbies and if you got the random knowledge flavor of the tism, he loves hearing the random knowledge you bestow upon him at the strangest times

ex : "carl" "yeah?" "did you know that playing instruments can make you smarter?" ".. how?" *proceeds to explain how the brain works*

ᰔ if you play an instrument, carl loves hearing you play songs you know or have even written yourself (hes your number one fan!!!!!

ᰔ if you wear glasses, you probably lost them/cant use them anymore since the prescription has to be updated. SO : carl would do his best to help you with that

ᰔ he'd read to you if your eyes get tired and describe sights to you if your eye sight's that bad (he finds you squinting adorable, but he wont tell you that)

ᰔ he rarely ever takes off his sheriffs hat but he finds it endearing when you take it off his head and put it on yourself (he thinks u look cute chat)

ᰔ if you love to read, carls bringing you books he found on runs and likes to have you read to him, esp if you have a good reading voice

ᰔ carl sometimes struggles with his self esteem which just got worse with the loss of his eye, because of this he feels real warm when you tell him he's pretty and cup his cheek like he's your treasure

ᰔ imo carl's a pretty shy guy so he doesn't really like any pda unless its like hand holding n stuff (love this guy fr)

ᰔ he does like cheek n mouth kisses but like not in public chat sorry but that boy has like a 6/10 rizz (teenage loser rizz fr)

ᰔ michonne teases him about his affections towards you and he gets all red n sheepish (i love you michonne), he also lowk rants about u to her

ᰔ he likes locking arms with u bcs it helps him walk straight n not bump into you (due to his eye screwing with his depth perception and coordination), but also cuz he likes feeling close to u

ᰔ he escapes to the forest with you to read or just explore outside sometimes

ᰔ basic but he lets you trim his hair if youre experienced in cutting hair (i.e : if you cut your own hair)

ᰔ carl sometimes doesnt like when people touch him bcs of what happened to him (s4 2nd to last episode) and he doesnt open up abt it, but if u ask him he'll tell u

ᰔ during those moments, he prefers to just lay his head on your shoulder and just be there with you thinking about nothing

ᰔ carl would listen to descendents so bad guys trust me

ᰔ stargazing with him is a dream

ᰔ if you have trauma from sa he makes an effort to understand you and tried to get you to be open and honest with him bcs it helps him better understand your situation

---- ok now for my alt readers ----

ᰔ if youre a metalhead, he finds it so cute when he sees you get all dark n immersed in the song youre listening to and if you sing it dramatically? he's filled with a tenderness for you

ᰔ if youre a music nerd he loves it when you tell him about the bands youre into and the lore !!

ex : "yeah Ozzy bit an actual bat once cuz he thought it was a prop, he had to go to the hospital after," "im sorry- he bit a bat??"

ᰔ yes its the zombie apocalypse but that doesnt mean you cant raid hot topic/thrift stores/abandoned shop for clothes slay !!! if you're goth, he wears your studded bracelets (they remind him of you)

ᰔ he also finds the music you listen to romantic and lowk endearing (joy division listeners wya???), probably makes you playlists in cassette form so you can both listen to them

ᰔ he'd let you paint his nails black sorry its the truth and he slays with it

ok im going to sleep

bye chat

[yellowsugarwords]

I’m a sucker for Javi angst so I must ask: how would the Garcias, Clem, Tripp, Jesus and Eleanor react to Javi having a panic attack after recalling everything that happened with the whole new frontier drama?

oooo I also love myself some angst. Enjoy!!!

Clementine: Clementine was stunned. She never would’ve expected Javi to break but especially not like this. He always seemed so strong, so together, she was shocked seeing him any other way. “Javi,” she said, growing closer and kneeling in front of him, hoping to get his attention. He was leaning against a wall, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Hey, Javi.” Clementine placed a hand on top of his, trying to catch his gaze. “You’re okay. We’re still here.” Javi looked up, locking onto Clem. She needed encouragingly. “Breathe with me. I’ll count it out.” Once Javi caught his breath, he closed his eyes and pulled Clementine in for a tight hug. Clem squeezed him and could feel his arms rattling as he held her. “You’re okay.” She said reassuringly. Javi squeezed her tighter.

Gabe: “Javi?” Javi slowly wandered to the wall, placing his palms against it to steady himself as he leaned back. Slowly, he slid down to the floor, his hands clamoring at his air and the neckline of his shirt. “Javi, what’s going on?” Suddenly, as Gabe watched his chest rise and slam back down, he realized exactly what had happened. Patiently, Gabe waved his hand to keep the others back as he approached his uncle. “Javi, hey, it’s Gabe.” He said softly, kneeling in front of him, just wanting to gain his attention. “You’re gonna be alright, alright? This feeling is going to pass.” He frowned, hated seeing how his rock - the person he always relied on - was breaking before his very eyes. Gabe placed a hand on Javi’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’re here for you, Javi. You aren’t alone.”

Mariana: Mariana frowned seeing Javi stumble to the far wall of the room and slowly sink into the floor. “Javi?” She asked, voice soft and gentle. Normally, that was a comfort to Javi, but he was too far gone. “Javi, what’s wrong?” All she could think to do was draw closer and kneel in front of him. As always, Mariana always believed that gentleness was the superior approach. She said nothing at first, her emotions taking over her expression. Mariana reached out, gently and slowly, and placed her hand on top of one of Javi’s. His head snapped up, brow sweating and his chest heaving. “Mari,” was all he could wheeze out. Teary-eyed, Mariana smiled and squeezed his palm. “I’m here.” She hushed. It was all Javi needed, suddenly.

Kate: Kate had never expected anything like this from Javi. He was always so collected, so strong. She had never anticipated that the world could hurt him like this. But then again, he was always the rock for everyone else. It made sense that eventually, he would crumble. “Javi,” she said, moving closer and resting a hand on his shoulder. “Javi, it’s okay.” She was watching him crumble to pieces, his head falling into his hands. Kate sat beside him, bringing him into her arms. “Javi, Javi, it’s okay.” Kate’s voice was low and soft, stroking his hair and trying to keep him grounded. At least, as grounded as he could be. “You’re okay, Javi, I got you. I’m here.” Kate turned to glance at the rest of the group, eyes pleading for answers. Sadly, none of them had any answers t give. Seeing Javi shatter was shocking to all of them.

David: David was the most skeptical of Javi’s brilliant ‘performance.’ As it continued, however, David started to get the inkling that this was something else. Slowly, lowering his crossed arms, he started closer toward his brother. “Javi, are you fucking bit?” Javi just clutched his chest, eyes closed, easing himself down to the floor. “This isn’t a bite,” Eleanor said lowly, hoping Javi was too distracted to hear her. If anything, she was trying to get David to ease up, not inherently understand everything. David paused, registering what he was seeing, then released a sigh he didn’t know he had in his chest. “Javi,” he said, voice low. He approached him and knelt in front of him. He attempted to maintain eye contact, but Javi was too distraught. “Javi, it’s me. It’s David.” His voice grew softer, realizing how desperately out of it Javi was. “It’s your brother, Javi.” That struck a chord and Javi’s eyes glanced up, shivering as he met his brother’s stare. David gave him a small, firm nod. “You’re gonna be okay, but I need you to work with me here.” David finally frowned. “I can’t do this without you.”

Tripp: Tripp frowned, arms crossed at Javi’s sudden erratic behavior. He had never seen the man act like this, and all of a sudden? “What the hell is up with him?” He asked lowly, hoping that only someone close to him could hear and quietly answer. He didn’t want to embarrass the guy, but in their world, you couldn’t help but be cautious over erratic behavior. It could end in catastrophe. “Javier, what’s going on with you?” Javi only managed out a staggered wheeze before stumbling into the brick wall behind him. Immediately, Tripp snapped out of it. “Shit, can someone pass me some water.” He said, pushing his way to the front of their group and kneeling in front of Javi. Without thinking twice, Tripp grabbed onto his shoulders and adjusted him so he was sitting upright. “Javi, hey, look at me.” Tripp ensured they had locked eye contact before continuing. “You’re gonna be okay, but I need you to breathe with me, alright?”

Eleanor: Eleanor was stunned. At first, momentarily, she thought he was messing with them. It was not until he doubled over - his uneven breathing becoming evident - that Eleanor realized what was happening. “Hey, hey, okay, okay,” she hushed, pushing herself through the crowd of Javi’s loved ones toward him. “Look at me.” he didn’t. He couldn’t. Regardless, she tried again. “Javi. Look at me.” She repeated, firmer this time. Now, when his gaze met hers, she let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. Javi, I need you to stay looking at me, and do exactly as I say, okay?” She said, holding his hands in each of hers. Together, counting in and out, Javi’s shaky breathing regained regularity. He often needed to squeeze his eyes shut to ignore all the eyes embarrassingly staring at him. Thankfully, soon it was over, and Eleanor’s grip on his hands lessened, reading his expression to see what to do next.

Jesus: Jesus frowned, noticing the beginning signs. He had seen it all before - the shaking, the sweating, the weakening of the knees - and knew exactly what was happening. “Give ‘em some room,” Jesus said, ushering everyone back as he broke through the back of the growing crowd of Javi’s loved ones. “Let him breathe.” He approached, kneeling in front of Javi, and placed a firm hand on one of his shoulders. “Hey man, I need you to look at me.” His voice was gentle, yet stern. Hard, yet soft. Javi naturally obeyed, as if his body did so automatically. “It’s gonna be okay,” Jesus said lowly. “But for that to happen, you’re gonna need to take some deep breaths with me.” Everyone was amazed at how confident Jesus was in everything he did, including comforting someone falling apart. “Follow my lead, got it? Not that that’s anything new to you.” Through his panicked breathing, Javi managed a faint scoff. “There he is,” Jesus said with a grin. “Now let’s get started. With me now, breathe in.”

━━━━━━ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡   𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[boneyboyy]

゛𝜗ৎ　Little ! Beth﹐ w/ cg ! Daryl headcanons .ᐟ ⸙

save to say i love them dearly , beth is sooo toddler coded :3 (she's so me !)ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcw: weepy / fussy regressor﹐thumb suckingㅤword count ; 251

⸙ Daryl definitely was a bit dismissive to Beth's regression in the start 𓈒 but he eventually grows on it and loves to care for her when she's little 𓈒 ⸙ She usually regresses around the ages of 5 - 6 but sometimes a bit older like ; ㅤ8 - 10 depending on how she feels﹐sometimes slips into babyspace 𓈒 ⸙ Beth is a veryy clingy﹐whiny﹐weepy & fussy regressor 𓈒 she always stays close to Daryl and clings to him like glue 𓈒 ⸙ Daryl gives her piggy backs a lot﹐along with carrying her around everywhere due to her being clingy and need for comfort 𓈒 ⸙ Daryl tries to braid her hair even tough he's not very good at it﹐she always whine when he pulls her hair a bit too hard 𓈒 ⸙ She thumb sucks a lot when she's little﹐Daryl tries to stop her since its become a habit of her's and its not so healthy for her teeth (ᵕ—ᴗ—) 𓈒 ⸙ Beth gets very non verbal when little﹐only communicates with sounds like 'mmh' if she wants something and flares her arms if she feels discomfort or gets frustrated 𓈒 ⸙ She calls Daryl names like 'Dawy' and 'bubba' when she regresses into babyspace 𓈒 She babbles a lot when in babyspace 𓈒 ⸙ Beth loves soft plushies and toys when little since they help her calm down after a tantrum 𓈒 So when Daryl is on supply run he always tries to look for some plushies for her 𓈒

ㅤㅤㅤthats alllll :3 been thinking about making these hcs for soo long !!

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[twigg96]

Food Poisoning

Daddy! Daryl X Reader

Place: Alexandria

Warnings: Literally food poisoning, vomit, a little fart joke, Kids being kids about being sick, Sickness

POV - You

Summary - After having stew with some tainted meat in it your three kiddos (Phoenix - 11, Beau - 6, and Lillian - 2) get a bad case of food poisoning. Just as kids do Beau comes in to tell his parents exactly what happened feeling traumatized and violated after he "threwed up".

The night had started off so genuinely nice. Normal even. For the turn that is. You had made dinner from the rabbit and squirrel Daryl hunted earlier in the day. It had been a hotter day than either of you realized it would be. But you never let that deter you from your duties. Daryl had warned you that the heat of the day may have spoilt some of the meat. And that he had lost one of the rabbits. He got a bad shot on it and when he finally found it, it was long dead with an arrow deep in its broken leg. He simply added it to his string not thinking anything of it. Wasn’t until later in the hunt he thought better of it and decided to chuck it… well he thought he tossed the right one at least. After a while he wasn’t so sure anymore. So he asked you to be extra vigilant while cooking that night. To sniff the meat and make sure nothing was camping out inside before tossing it in the fire to be cooked. 

You had listened. Truly you did. You had washed and smelled the meat as you cleaned and skinned it. Nothing smelled bad and so you went as far as to make a little stew for the whole community with the meat and some of Rick’s vegetables he grew in his garden. Everyone in the community seemed to love it. They ate it up vigorously and basked in the post fullness bliss of a good meal. You watched your kids play out in the yard with the other neighborhood children. When night fell after the kids had gone to bed, you and Daryl even felt adventurous enough to get a little handsy before falling into blissful sleep. 

Or that’s what the archer would have liked to have happened. But seeing as he was ripped from the calming embrace of sleep in the midst of REM he would have to argue otherwise… “Daddy…” A small and timid voice had called out into the darkness of the night. At first Daryl had believed it was just part of his dream. The one where none of the hell they lived in existed and he and his family lived in the peace he once knew. “Daddy…” The voice whispered nearer this time. Cutting straight through the lovely dream he had been having. Blinking awake slowly Daryl growled, slapping around blindly for the electric lamp sitting on the bedside table. With a click Daryl’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Beau stood a mere two inches away from the edge of the bed, only his head could be seen poking from over the side as he clutched his teddy bear close to his chest. “Daddy.” Beau whispered shakily, his lip pouting out and his eyes wide and full of tears. “Yeah?” Daryl mumbled tiredly as he tried to put together why his son was in his room in the dead of night. Sitting up in bed, the sheets falling to his exposed chest he looked over to you and sighed. You were starting to stir. Blinking away the garish light. Damn… you needed all the sleep you could get.

 “What… what do you want, Beau?” Daryl asked tiredly, reaching over you to grab a cigarette from your end table. “Well..” Beau started shuffling his feet anxiously. Daryl cocked a brow at the towheaded boy placing the cig in his mouth and flicking the lighter trying to get it to light. “Daddy… I threwed up.” He mumbled with a sob.” The words froze Daryl in his place. Maybe he it was just his foggy sleep deprived brain that was miss hearing what his son just said. But as his wife sat up stare at the two of them like they both started to grow wings and speak in tongues Daryl knew that he had heard correctly. “What?” You asked rubbing your eyes. Beau sobbed nodding. “Lillian threwed up first! Phoenix got up to check on her and she threwed up on the floor!” Beau sobbed helplessly. The both of you stared at Beau in disbelief and disgust. “So…” you ventured to ask, crawling over to your husband’s side of the bed. “Did you throw up Beau?” The little blonde nods swiping away fat tears and it isn’t until then that Daryl is able to make out the new stains on his son’s shirt and pants. “After I farted on the floor.” He whined. Daryl and you share a confused look. Farted… on the floor? What the hell does that mean? OH FUCK NO. Pulling his cigarette from his mouth Daryl gaped at Beau. “What do ya mean… farted on the flo- Beau!” He huffed twisting to the side of the bed. “Did ya shit on the floor?!” he hissed. Feeling your hand on his arm he tried to calm down but the sound of their youngest starting to scream and cry from their shared room and their eldest yelling “Mommy! Daddy! Lilly needs a bath!” was all too overwhelming for him at the moment. “Daryl.” Your calming voice drowned out the madness as your hand squeezed his. “I’ll work on cleaning up. Just… find a bucket… or two… and get them bathed and back in bed. Please. We got this, we’ve been through worse.” And suddenly Daryl knew. You were right. You always were. 

Standing with a groan, Daryl was grateful that he was wearing just boxers when Beau walked directly into his legs for a hug. God… kids and their need to be touched when they're sick. Scooping him into his arms Daryl sighed the smell of vomit was strong, but nothing he couldn’t handle after the hell they’ve lived through. “Sure ya don’t want me ta clean up too? I can-” Daryl muttered walking towards the door, Beau’s head already nuzzled under his chin seeking some semblance of comfort. “Daryl.” You had chided, cutting him off. “We’re a team. I got it, don’t worry.” With a small nod he hummed walking into the kid’s room to access the damage… and it was worse than he imagined. Scowling he sighed not seeing either of his daughters. “Phoenix!” He yelled, shuffling Beau in his arms, starting to search for them. The piercing wail of his two year old would normally have been terrifying given the world they live in but seeing as she was in the bathroom with his eldest at the moment he was simply annoyed. The water for the tap was running and when he popped his head in to see what was happening he rolled his eyes and groaned. “Phoenix… baby. Are you tryin’ ta drown yer sister?” He muttered trying so hard to make light of the situation. Phoenix’s head whipped around as she stared at him, the tub getting dangerously full as she held a fully clothed Lilly in the tub. 

Moving to place Beau on the floor Daryl kneeled beside Phoenix, turning the tap off and taking Lilly into his arms, sopping wet and all. “I was just trying to get her and her clothes clean, dad.” Phoenix whispered looking slightly ashamed and embarrassed. Taking a deep breath Daryl sighed, bouncing the screaming toddler doing his best not to emulate his own father in this situation by screaming in the face of his own children. “T-Thank you…” He bit out. It was a start at least that’s what he assumed. “Now… do me a favor…” He muttered lowly. “Get some towels for me, and some clean pajamas for all you kids and come back. Yer all gettin’ a damned bath.” 

It wasn’t until the early morning light streamed through the blinds that the rancid smell finally seemed to be mostly gone. You had done your best to clean everything up with only homemade vinegar as your main cleaning supply as everything else was running low. The windows were wide open despite the cool weather but even that didn’t deter your three hellions from getting some sleep. The two of you had decided to simply toss and burn the sheets and pajamas the kids had been sleeping in and just use old ones until you could find new ones on a run. As the two of you stood side by side watching the fire in the brisk morning air you couldn’t help but laugh. “Wha’?” Daryl nearly hissed, glaring at you. “Nothing… just… kinda feels normal ya know? We haven’t had to do that since before the turn when Phoenix was little.” You whispered thinking of the time Phoenix had simply crawled into your bed and proceeded to vomit all over Daryl like she was in the exorcist. Daryl stared into the fire but a small smile crossed his lips. “Yeah… suppose so…” Holding your hand he began to rub his thumb along the back of your hand. Any sense of normalcy in this life was better than none he assumed.

[aviradasa]

Heeeeey girllll hey! How are you! I was wondering if you could do a thing for me…I was wondering about wether or not you’d be able to do like TWD characters (Carl, Daryl) supernatural (Garth and or your choice) and Hellboy reacting to a reader (like me) who has Autism spectrum disorder and is insecure about it..would mean a lot

I got youuu. This might be a little short, but I hope you still like it. I've been sick and all over the place lately lmao

Carl,daryl,and hellboy (separate) with a Autistic! Reader

Carl:

So carl would definitely try his best

At first he really wouldn't understand much about it but trust me he would learn

If you explain what you go through to him, he will be listening, and he will make sure he takes note of it

He will constantly let you know that's its nothing to be ashamed of.

It's not your fault.

And if you ever have issues with the smells or sounds that go around in the apocalypse, he's right there doing whatever he can.

He asks Rick for advice on how to help you sometimes as well.

And he's a cop he knows what he's talking about.

And if somebody does start giving you shit about he's on their ass

Especially if they are making fun of you when you get overstimulated.

But the thing is is he will probably wait till you're calmed down before he goes after them

He just pulls the "You doing ok. Alright, give me a minute. I'll be right back." And hell go tell them off.

He's not gonna let anyone bring you down for things you can't control.

Daryl:

With daryl, I feel like he's not entirely clueless, but he still has alot to learn

When it comes to trying to comfort or help you get through it, I feel like he would panic a bit

And probably get frustrated with himself cause he doesn't know how to help

But if he sees his worries, he is making your situation worse he will snap back and do whatever he can.

He's gonna need a lot of guidance, but I feel like once he understands you a bit better, he would do amazing

And if you are insecure about it, he gives you a little pep talk

And it does cheer you right up mostly cause he's really funny while giving it to you without meaning to be.

And if someone is trying to make fun of you for it, he will most likely get up in their face and start yelling at them about it

But if you're around to see it and the yelling gets to you, he will apologize

He tries his best, but ultimately, you're in good hands with him he'll just need advice on what to do

Hellboy:

Ok, so yo, be honest, he doesn't know what the fuck to do

The second you have a problem that he can't solve with some form of fight, he's clueless

At first, his main thing is to go get Liz or Abe.

But after it's over and you're able to explain to him what's going on, he's kinda like, "Oh. Well, what can I do next time"

Cause he does want to help 😭

You Liz and Abe do your best to direct him when things get rough for you.

And he does what he's told to (for once lol)

And if you get insecure around him, he's gonna go on a rant about why you shouldn't be cause he understands what it's like to be different from others and to be looked at like a freak

And he won't have you feeling like that.

But if someone is making you insecure with comment or purposely trying to get you to break down.

Let's be so deadass he's pulling a gun on them. Or throwing them.

He's gonna do one or both of those things.

But if he freaks, you out he will feel really bad about it.

Overall, he's definitely not the best when it comes to other people's emotions or issues, but he will try to make it better if he can

[munsonshire]

Carl Grimes as your Boyfriend

Disclaimer: I'm not talking about child Carl, like, not the first seasons, more like the ones before his death when he was older. And no, there is not gonna be any 18+ stuff on this one. Also, this is gender-neutral. Masterlist

He's very protective over you, like, he won't forbid you to do anything but he will tell you to be careful

He likes taking you on little dates, whether it's inside or outside of Alexandria.

His fave is taking you to this one lake close to Alexandria to swim (you both clean it of walkers before doing anything else).

You are the only person in the group that can steal his hat.

He showed you his eye scar sometime after he got it, he does trust you very much.

You carved your initials on a tree because you're just cheesy like that.

He lets you borrow his flannels all the time.

When Negan comes he quickly figures out that you two are dating and in his own twisted way, he praises Carl for getting himself such a beautiful partner, though he does use you against him when threatening the group.

He won't let you come close to him with scissors, as much as he trusts you his hair is sacred to him.

Likes playing little silly games with you when there's nothing else to do, like hide and seek or something like that

You found a monopoly on a run and brought it back to Alexandria, you sometimes play with it, and he gets really defensive (in a funny way) when he owes you money, he will start saying stuff about how money is now unuseful and all that, it's cute

He's the little spoon, the poor boy needs some love, he will pout and make sad faces if for some reason you want to be the small spoon, he wants to be held

His first and main love language is quality time so he will try to spend all of his free time with you

He likes reading all his comics with you, he sometimes acts like a total nerd talking about Marvel or StarWars and all the theories that he has about what happens in the comics

He's the kind of guy that does the yawn thing, where he yawns and puts his arm around your shoulders

Will let you play with his hair and even braid it sometimes

Makes random bets with you about anything that he can think of, he always bets the same, A kiss

Holds your hand all the time

[sanityshorror]

Plz I need more Killian and Negan being a chaotic, god-awful, downright disgusting duo😭😭🙏🙏🙏

PS. I'm 99.9% sure that Killian thinks even less of Patrick than Julius does lmao☠️☠️☠️

Okay okay okay! HC time YAY YAY YAY YAY lmao. So I'm going to do the part about Patrick Bateman in a separate post to keep it more organized especially since I have a lot to say on that. So without further ado, here's more of my Killian and Negan HCs:

Negan and Killian would definitely street race together. Both of them would have Black Betty blasting on repeat lol

Matching outfits. They definitely do matching outfits sometimes and DAYUM THEY LOOK GOOD.

Bros absolutely go out to dive bars together to pick up women, drink, and play pool.

Negan still is convinced that Cian is Killian's brother. Killian is still convinced that Carl is Negan's biological son.

Speaking of Cian and Carl, they probably get along lol so quadruple the chaos but Cian and Carl are both a lot more chill especially as adults so they would be the wranglers. Lol

Negan would probably get Killian into sports. Specifically baseball (duh) and American football.

"You're one huge son of a bitch, built like a fuckin' line backer!" - Negan, talking to Killian, probably

They beat the living shit out of each other for fun. Neither one of them will stop until they both have two black eyes and busted lips. As long as Killian doesn't use his demon strength they're actually in the same weight class so yeah they're basically doing backyard MMA.

Drink together and smoke cigars while swapping stories about crazy sex and crazy kills. Killian, of course, has many that involve both acts combined into one.

Negan's initial reaction was to the information:

Negan started laughing pretty quick though and called Killian a crazy son of a bitch.

They both do that bro-arm around the shoulder thing to each other that's like an affectionate choke hold.

Killian brought Negan a new leather jacket made special just for him with the name Lucille embroidered beautifully over the heart. "...Jules made this, didn't he?" "No goddamn shit." "...Well, it would be a waste of a life to not fuckin wear the human leather jacket 😂😂😂" yeah, negan loves it.

Negan is still high key a bit disturbed at the reasoning behind Killian's cane being named "Bethany," given it's basically the polar opposite to why he named his bat "Lucille."

Negan is half terrified of Killian, and half not remotely scared of him. He knows Killian isn't going to hurt him... Well, at least not badly.

Killian gave Negan the mob brand without initiation to show he holds the utmost respect for Negan. Negan is more than smart enough to understand how much that says and how serious it is.

Negan tried on Killian's boots but they were too big on him. Killian did his usual "YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT SMALL FEET? SMALL FUCKIN DICK WHAHSHAHAHAHAHA" thing. Negan has a very similar sense of humor so he just started wheezing.

Cian and Carl keep stealing their guns.........

I have a lot more but I'll stop here xD

[kazutora-kurokawa]

First off Happy New Year 🎉 I love all you weirdos lol

Secondly, I'm gonna get back into writing for tokrev soon, but rn I gotta dump a random thirst on you guys.

For context, I've been binging the walking dead (on s7 now) while I'm on break from college (I go back later this month) and omfg I'm so in love with Daryl it's not even funny. I don't know what it is about a greasy redneck with a crossbow and a motorcycle that gets me going but something about him just makes me crazy. Like I desperately need to ride on his motorcycle and then ride him. He's so dilf-coded and I just wanna wrap a pretty blue ribbon around his tip 😭

[lynxiepancakes]

i've been rewatching twd and i think it would have been so funny/really good to have a canon autistic (even better audhd!) character together with the survivors.

don't talk for days, avoid loud sounds, avoid getting noticed by walkers? you got it.

eat the same shit for months? hell yeah.

avoid conflict whenever possible with the humans but do not fall prey of a shitty word that deprives you of your humanity? with our strong sense of justice god it would have been so fun to have a main leader being autistic/audhd.

[couldtransitionsaveher]

DARYL DIXON from THE WALKING DEAD

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"I just started The Walking Dead but butch Daryl Dixon is so incredibly real wow girl" - Anonymous

"i just think she'd be hot as a butch" - Anonymous

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[jumexju]

carl my love my life

[yellowsugarwords]

Hi me again, As the #1 Jane lover I was incredibly bitter about how she was handled in s3, so if its okay with you I would love to Read a drabble/blurb(?) about Clem, AJ and Jane post s3! Thank you as always 💛

enjoy my friend!!!! this was so so fun to write. I love writing sappy stuff :) I decided to turn this into a little season 4 fic!! I hope you enjoyyyy 💛💛

𝙄𝙛 𝙄𝙩 𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨

「  TWDG: Jane, Clementine, and AJ  」

Summary: Based in season 4, Jane, Clementine, and AJ discuss the future and what happens in a worst-case scenario. TW: m*scarriage mention.

Words: 1.4k words [ ⏱︎ 8 mins ]

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“I hate it when you drive.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up. I was driving eons before you.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re better.” Clem teased, smirking.

AJ groaned from the backseat, silencing their playful bickering. “It’s so unfair. Why do you two get to drive, and I can’t?”

“Because you’re five, kiddo,” Jane said, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. “You’re a ways away from learning how to drive.”

“Clem learned when she was thirteen. How is it that different?”

“It’s about eight years different, I’m afraid,” Clementine said, pulling her passenger mirror down. She wanted to get a read on his face, but instead watched as he stuck his tongue out at her. “I saw that.”

AJ snapped back to his normal self. “Where are we going?” He tried to change the subject.

Clementine didn’t answer, turning to Jane and briefly meeting her gaze. Jane cleared her throat and looked back at the road. “Wherever looks safe to set up camp for the night.” Clem could tell Jane was unsure.

“So, we don’t have a plan?” AJ asked, raising a brow. The girls hated how AJ was starting to develop their sense of sarcasm and wit.

“We have a plan,” Jane began. Clem could tell she was hesitant to continue. “It’s just a loose plan.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I know where we’re going, we might just wing it, a little bit.”

“Wing it?”

“Improvise.” Clementine rephrased, looking in the rearview mirror.

“Improvise?”

Clem and Jane both closed their eyes, contemplating what they were going to say. “It means we have a plan, but parts of it might change as we go.” Jane settled on.

Finally, at least momentarily, there was silence. That seemed to satisfy him. For a while, they rode in mainly silence, AJ drifting in and out of conversations that led nowhere. After what felt like hours, Jane turned down a small dirt road that led to a small campground. The fire pit didn’t look recently used, thankfully. So, after navigating the camouflaged vehicle to shield their area, the trio got out and Jane began to start their fire.

After making a mediocre attempt at a soup, AJ laid down. Using Clementine’s extra jacket as a pillow and Jane’s as a blanket, he turned away from the fire and faded into sleep.

As Jane and Clementine watched him drift off, they sat in sweet silence, relishing in the momentary peace. However, as time waned, Jane’s expression fell. She stared through the fire, watching AJ’s chest rise and fall. “Clementine, we need to talk.”

Clem turned without saying a word. The phrase always put Clementine on edge, as though she was about to hear a bombshell that would ruin her world.

Jane signed through her nose and closed her eyes. “I think we need to talk about what to do if something happens to me.”

“What do you mean?”

Jane opened her eyes but didn’t look away from the fire. She had another pregnancy scare. It was thanks to a group member who’d arrived and been killed, all in around a week. Jane barely had a chance to explore the possibility of getting to know him, let alone him being a father, before she woke up one morning bleeding through her clothes. During that time, they’d walk for up to 12 hours a day with barely any food or water. They would only rest for a few hours a day, and would only eat what little they could salvage.

She had a lot of pain and quite a bit of bleeding, but it passed over the span of a week. But how many times could she risk her health - and the well-being of the kids - before her pain didn’t pass this easily? Before she had a problem that she couldn’t fix alone? If she got sick, what would happen to Clementine and AJ? How would they survive if they were relying on her?

How did she get herself into this position again? The one she swore to never get back into.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, what would they do if she had a baby? They couldn’t handle another birth, especially not if it’s just the three of them. AJ was barely old enough to make his meals, let alone help deliver and raise a baby. And if what happened to Rebecca happened to Jane, there was no telling what could happen to all of them.

“If something happens to me, I think we need a plan.”

“What do you mean?” Clementine asked again, this time with more force.

Jane audibly sighed. “Clem-”

“Is this about him?” Clementine asked, staring through the fire at AJ, unable to look at Jane.

The woman turned to her, understanding her cold stance, then turned back. “No.” She began. She was met with silence. “Well, kind of.” Clem fought the urge to roll her eyes, her icy aura returning. “Clem, I worry about what you two would do if something happened to me.”

Clem said nothing. She picked up a nearby stick and poked at the fire. Her expression remained dull. Unreadable, almost.

“I worry that you won’t have the resources to take care of yourself.”

Clementine scoffed. “You act as though I’ve never been on my own before.” Her tone was biting. “I know how to take care of myself.”

“But you’re not just yourself, anymore,” Jane said. “You have AJ now. Sure, you know how to take care of yourself, but do you know how to take care of yourself and another kid? All at the same time?”

“I’m not a kid.”

“You’re practically a kid.” Clementine shot her a look, so Jane dropped it. “I just want you and AJ to have a plan in case something were to happen. In case I can’t-”

“I’m not thinking about that right now.”

“Clementine-”

“You were the one who taught me ‘what people are capable of,’ remember?” Clem snapped, cutting Jane off. There was a pang in Jane’s chest, haunted by the memory. It was the moment they had reunited with AJ, right after Kenny died, that Jane uttered those words. She’d shown Clementine the very worst of humanity, and yet here Jane was: still trying to protect her from it.

Clementine stabbed the fire once more. “Nothing surprises me anymore. I know what you always say, ‘Don’t get attached,’ so I didn’t. I get it. You don’t need to say anything more.” She abandoned her stick on the ground. “I know what you’re going to say.”

In truth, that wasn’t the goal Jane intended for this conversation. However, learning that Clementine was always on alert - always ready for a sudden change - was a relief.

So, if she was relieved, why did it still sting? Why did Jane still feel a wave of hopelessness knowing Clementine never did, and never would, fully trust her? She thought she’d wanted this - she begged for it - and now that she had it, she wished that some part of Clementine trusted her. She wished that she had earned it, even though Jane knew she hadn’t.

With that, Jane’s eyes fell to the dirt. “You’re right,” she said, voice soft. The tonal shift caused Clementine to look, only to catch Jane standing. “I should get some sleep. You too, kiddo, but I call dibs on the first shift.”

Clem smiled, glad to see that Jane had dropped the subject. At least, she had dropped it for now.

Jane wandered toward AJ, choosing to sleep near him and keep both of them warm. “And Clem,” she said, adjusting the blanket she would use as her pillow. Clem silently met her gaze. “Thanks for having this chat with me.” With a small smile, Jane rolled over, curled into her pillow, and got ready to sleep.

Clementine continued to stare at Jane until she saw a steady rhythm of breathing. Then, her attention turned to the fire.

Clem had lied. Well, only partially. She did have a plan - Clem always had a plan - in case something went wrong and Jane was no longer around, but the truth was she had gotten attached. Clementine had started to love their small life together, just the three of them trying to make it in the world.

Regardless, she understood Jane’s concern. After everything that happened to her sister, Jane had sworn she wouldn’t let anyone into her life again. But she did. Clementine knew it wasn’t a genuine attachment. Jane was only with them out of obligation. The instant Clementine was no longer a ‘kid,’ as Jane liked to say, she would probably be gone by the following sunrise. Their conversation tonight only proved that. Jane just wanted to make sure Clementine knew what the plan had always been: get them on their feet, then ditch. Clementine had never forgotten that.

However, Clem couldn’t help but wonder what started Jane’s sudden train of thought.

All the while, Jane’s eyes remained open, unable to sleep, wondering if she should ever be fully honest with the young girl.

━━━━━━ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡   𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[geeky-zombie]

If I'm being honest I never cared that my headcanon is considered mischaracterization, and I never will