#Rick dialogue

[sinsandsweetness]

Rick slapping your pussy until you're all puffy down there. Rick can punish me any day.

this concept has taken over all of my thoughts. every single one.

cw- 18+, impact play

His hand comes down on you with a sharp sting. The impact jolting you forward with a squeak. Too surprised to say anything else, you stay there wide eyed on all fours. He does it again. Shoving your face going into the pillow, you try to hide the pained sound escaping your throat.

Ouch.

You try reaching back for him, trying to get him to just cut it out and fuck you already. But despite your efforts, one more crack of pain comes down on your cunt, sending a hot, stinging sensation up your spine.

“Hey,” you let out a whine at that one, “Be gentle.”

You hear him laugh from behind you, hand going to caress your sensitive skin. Kneading up your ass and trailing down to feel between your legs. Running his fingers through your wet folds. Rubbing circles on your clit and making you squirm. Already dripping in anticipation.

“I’ll be gentle when you learn to behave, how’s that sound?” He slaps your pussy once more and you try to bite your tongue. A muffled cry gets stuck halfway up your throat.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Yes, sir,” you’re arousal is damn near dripping down your thigh. The pain has morphed into something almost pleasurable, having made your clit all sore and swollen. Now even more sensitive to his touch.

“Are you gonna behave? Gonna be good for me, now?”

“Yes. I’ll be so good, Rick. On my best behaviour, I promise.”

You’re nodding frantically as you twist back to see him. Messy curls falling in front of his eyes, and a devious smirk is splayed across his five o’clock shadow.

“Actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words, baby...” You can feel his cock teasing at your entrance. His hand comes up to tangle in the hair at the base of your skull and he gives you a nice tug. Head snapping back with an involuntary moan.

“So go on and show me how good you can be.”

[grimesgirll]

you and daryl are smoking out the window when rick walks in.

"what do you two think you're doin'?"

mid hit, you almost choke at the sight of the sheriff. breathing in deeply to prevent yourself from wheezing, you pass the joint to daryl as cooly as you can after that hit.

daryl grunts. "buzzkill."

"how quick on your feet are you two right now?" rick questions, blue eyes dark and annoyed.

"we're not on watch." you say in a matter-of-fact way.

"no," rick agrees, "you're not. thank god." he runs a hand through his chocolate curls hurriedly.

"glenn's got it," you assure him, offering him a smile at the same time. "you should sit with us. you don't have to have any, drink one of the beers we brought back." you gesture to the full six packs leaning against the wall, branded with the faded logo of the brewery you guys had picked clean the other day while looking for supplies.

"he doesn't know how to relax," daryl tells you with a scowl.

neither do you, you think, but you just frown and shake your head. "rick, c'mon," you croon from your seat by the window.

"yeah, and shut the door," daryl barks.

rick turns and shuts the door lightly. surprisingly, he does what you suggested and picks up a six pack, errantly dropping it by the foot of the loveseat you're cozy on. he takes up the seat next to you, dark stained bottle in hand.

you grin. this is so not how you expected things to go. usually, rick was all pissed off and disappointed about the fact that you guys were getting high of all things. beside you, he twists on the bottle cap. high and focused on his hands, you watch them struggle against the aluminum cap, tensing and unclenching. with a huff, he uses his white t-shirt to grip the bottle again to no avail. the older man looks up from his ordeal to see you absolutely engrossed in him and smirks at you.

he says your name, breaking you out of what your high ass thought was a self-contained act of voyeurism. "wanna try?" he tilts the bottle your way.

you raise an eyebrow. "if you can't get it open, i don't think i can."

rick just smiles at you, like you said something funny. "i don't want you to use your hands, doll. try your teeth." he catches your confused expression. "remember when you did it at the bonfire a few weeks ago?"

suddenly, you recall standing outside around the fire with the group and accepting a request from maggie to open a beer bottle for her with your teeth. you could never say no to her - neither would you pass up the opportunity to hang out with a buzzed maggie for the night. so you showed everyone how to use your chompers to open the bottle. looking back, rick's eyes had never left you as you slipped the neck of the bottle into your mouth to quickly twist the cap off with your teeth. a move you later told carl not to try. you didn't want to be responsible for any dental damage.

you nod and take the bottle from his hands, sitting up in the loveseat. daryl watches, joint in hand, from the other side of the window while you take the bottle into your mouth and the cap at angle just between your molars. you feel two pairs of eyes on you as you struggle for a moment, the cap not coming loose as easily as you'd thought it would. usually, you could just maneuver it a bit for the cap to pop off, but now you're wondering if this cap is just too old, and you consider giving up. that is until suddenly, you angle your teeth just the right way and the cap comes free. it falls into your palm and you wipe the neck of the bottle off with your shirt for rick, just in case any of your spit got on it.

you try to hand the bottle back to him but rick shakes his head. "no," he gestures back to you. "i think after all that, you deserve the first sip."

who are you to say no?

you bring the bottle to your lips and drink, rick's gaze still on you. you consider chugging the entire thing but first of all, that would be rude and second of all, you're not at college anymore. wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your henley, you pass the bottle back to rick who takes a long, ginger sip as you free your hair from your ponytail and settle deeper into the loveseat.

you remember daryl's there when he offers you the halfway done joint. you want to turn it down but suddenly you're craving more. as the skunky smoke fills the air and drains out the window, you start to even crave a beer. you wouldn't mind getting crossed right now; getting a good mix of buzzed and stoned like in your college days back before the world went to shit. it was a nice way to relax, and it wasn't like you were neglecting your responsibilities.

after that hit, you're zoning out more and more. you had set up the cd player with a lynyrd skynyrd album daryl'd found in a record store with you. they weren't your favorite rock artists, but you guys could've been listening to worse bands in the apocalypse after all. you loosely follow the lyrics of one of their songs while daryl finishes off the joint.

"where'd you even get that?" rick asks, breaking the silence.

"you know some places you would get shot for asking that, 'fore all this?" daryl had told you when you'd asked him that.

"house down the road." daryl answers between puffs. "looks like they were tryna' get ahead of that medical shit."

you snicker. the story was true but without seeing those folks, you really didn't know what kind of operation they had going on. the way daryl phrased it though was a nice way to phrase it to a cop. better than we just found it.

"and you'd smoke it without knowing where it came from?" rick inquires, hand wrapped around the dark bottle.

"we know where it came from," you speak up from in between them. "it came from that house's backyard."

he repeats what he asked daryl.

"there could be anthrax in your beer."

that's when you realize you're super high.

rick doesn't have the opportunity to be confused because he's laughing and suddenly you're giggling in his face. he doesn't take it as an accident when you lean forward and fall into his lap on the loveseat. in fact, he takes the opportunity to lift your chin up, saying, "silly girl," and flipping you over to sit on his lap.

"wanna finish my beer, baby?" he offers it to you, holding it up to your lips.

"i don't need it," you reply but your words are cut off when the bottle breaches your lips anyway and you gulp down the drink. beer wasn't your favorite beverage but, in the apocalypse, beggars really couldn't be choosers. he takes the empty bottle from you and sets it on the end table before leaning back up to connect your lips.

you lean into the kiss as he pulls you closer in his lap. the satisfying pressure on your ass from his squeezing has you hazy minded and wishing he would speed up now that you realize what's happening.

then you remember daryl, the one who you'd originally been hanging out with. you hadn't even planned on seeing rick tonight.

you look up from rick towards the auburn-haired man who was ashing the joint out the window. you frown. isn't that what the ash tray on the windowsill is for? you give him a look that says come here and he walks towards the loveseat, sharing a look with rick that has the men positioning you in their favorite way.

you move willingly; they pull you, pliant and eager to please - eager to just do what someone else says and relax. the joint was supposed to help you shut off your brain after a long day but now you can only think about being pressed in between the two pent up men on the loveseat with you. rick has your bottoms off now and is two fingers deep inside of you when you start helping daryl undo his jeans.

"you feelin' ready or do you need more, baby?" your leader asks you, lips bruising your shoulder.

you shake your head. "i don't need any more fingers." you clarify. "wanna feel your big cock inside of me," you blurt out. usually, it takes you a bit to warm up and they're the ones who talk filthy but tonight you're feeling a little less inhibited.

he raises an eyebrow with condescension. "sure you can handle it, doll? last time i thought i broke you."

you snort. "i think the proper word is reset."

you feel a low rumble from rick's chest and he gently lifts your hips to remove his fingers and lower you onto his cock. you whine at the blunt intrusion but the more you grind your hips down into him, the better it feels, especially once you find a good rhythm. you're pretty sure rick's dick is way bigger than it should be but that doesn't stop you from letting him stuff you whenever you two get the chance to sneak away. it was even more rare to find the time for all three of you to be together like this. speaking of, daryl is standing on your side, dick in hand now that it's been freed from the confine of his pants, looking down at you with darkened eyes.

"wanna finish me off, baby?" he mocks and you roll your eyes, opening your mouth for him as rick bucks into you.

he gladly accepts and just like that, you can feel rick smirking as he fucks into you, barely letting you hold on as he drags your hips up and down. he hijacked your smoke session and it ended just the way he wanted. typical.

even more typical when he makes you switch positions so he can finish in your mouth, not taking his eyes off you while daryl lines himself up with your sopping entrance. rick couldn't help but twitch in your mouth watching how you reacted to daryl's cock in your freshly pounded pussy. his face tenses as he nears his orgasm, hands in your soft tousled hair while you take him in your throat so well. he's ready to just let go, he knows you can handle it, after all he knows you can get off more than a bottle cap with your mouth.

[gerathewise]

they still need family therapy 🤲

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Dialogue

Rick Riordan's Writing Tips

Rick Riordan:

Dialogue is arguably the hardest thing to do well in narrative writing. Below are some points to consider:

RICK RIORDAN'S TOP 5 TIPS ON DIALOGUE

No two characters should sound the same.

You should be able to open to any page, read a piece of dialogue, and know which character is speaking, simply from the voice.

Give each character his or her own style by using dialect (but keep it light), favorite colloquialisms, or speech patterns.

Avoid authorial intrusion.

Leave your characters alone and let them talk.

Avoid descriptors or padding when possible.

Only insert tags when:

you need to delineate the speakers, in which case do it as simply as possible, i.e. John said.;

you want to deliberately slow down the pace to give a sense of scene, or convey unspoken information;

you have a first person narrator who is filtering the dialog through his or her thoughts.

Compress dialogue.

Dialogue often sounds more realistic if the sentences are compressed and abridged.

Pick only the critical parts of the sentences and clip the rest.

Try to cut anything that might be a throw-away line. Instead of:

"Okay. That's a good point. But there's something I've been thinking. Do you think Bobby really went home last night? I don't know,"

it might be enough to say, "You think Bobby really went home?"

This gets to the point without drowning in unneeded words.

Show only the dialogue that needs to be shown.

Realistic dialogue is important, but don't make it mundane.

Zoom to the part of the conversation you want the readers to hear.

Do not repeat information the reader already knows.

When Character A must retell part of the story for the benefit of Character B, simply say, I caught him up on what had happened since yesterday.

Fast-forward to the part that is the most interesting.

Use dialogue to display conflict, not impart information to the reader.

Too often, dialogue is used as a way to let the readers get information the author thinks they need.

The speakers end up having a conversation with the audience rather than each other.

This is called a "false triangle" problem, because the speakers are making the reader a third party to their conversation.

In every dialogue, the speakers should have opposing agendas.

They do not want the same thing out of the conversation.

Their words should reveal their character, not just backstory.

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[birdricks]

uncomfortably me

[thaliasthunder]

cant believe i waited almost two years to finally come to this moment

[adcar]

Average Prison of Plastic listen

[pumpkster]

[plumbus-central]

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a valentines day doodle i got around to cleaning up

i posted the wrong version of this on twitter so enjoy the double trouble (its just slightly different dialogue lol)

[sinsandsweetness]

Hey Honey🥺

I was thinking Maybe Dilf! Rick x Chubby! fem reader, where he LOVES her thighs and would leave marks on them no matter where they're at a BBQ or at home, he would grab them in the car or even in bed <3 Love your blog🥺

hiiii🫶 thank you so much sweetie <3 I’m a firm believer that Rick is very into body worship and appreciation. Always touching and grabbing all his favourite parts of you…

“Is that what you’re wearin’?” Rick asks while throwing his jacket on. Trying to hide the grin forming across his face.

You look down at your flowy, pink minidress, tugging on the sides in a failed attempt to lengthen it.

“Yeah… is that… ok?” You ask all soft, and shy.

“Oh yeah.” He laughs at your bashfulness. “I love it. It’s real cute.” He leans in to kiss you and makes sure to reach around and give your bum a little squeeze. Earning the cutest little giggle right against his lips.

During the entire barbecue, Rick is sat beside you and he cannot for the life of him stop staring. Eyes locked on you, looking all pretty in your little sundress with your ankles crossed so politely underneath the seat. A possessive hand stays on your thigh, thumb rubbing sweet circles on to your skin while you sip on a half empty glass of pinot noir. And when his touch continues to move higher and higher, you can’t help but blush. Squeezing your legs together and biting your lip, while the butterflies start to swarm.

“Need a refill?” He whispers in your ear. A clear hint of suggestion in his voice. And when you nod, he grabs your hand and leads you in to the house, through the kitchen and to the garage. Locking the door behind him, so that there’s no chance of anyone walking in on what he desperately needs to do.

He props you up against the freezer, cotton ‘Sunday’ panties impatiently pulled to the side. Ricks fingers already deep inside you. With his other hand gripping onto the back of your thigh, opening you up so you can both watch his digits pump in and out of your creamy, wet cunt.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you? So fuckin’ pretty…” He mumbles against your inner thigh, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, making little whimpers leave your wine stained lips.

“I’m never gettin’ over you, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine. All mine. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” His grip tightens on your thigh. A silent, gentle threat, saying that you should really be using your words.

“Y-yes- all yours, Rick. All yours. Always-” you stutter. Unable to contain your little moans and twitches from the way his fingers keep curling upward. And you definitely can’t help that you cum embarrassingly quick all over his hand. With parted lips and laboured breaths, watching the veins in his forearm pulse as he makes sure to fuck you right through your high.

And when you’re all shaky and coming back down, he can’t resist tracing the cluster of love bites on your thigh that he worked so hard to make.

[grimesgirll]

can you do rickyl x reader where she gets jealous and gives them attitude🙏

ninety-eight hours it’s been since rick and daryl left for what was supposed to be a “dry” supply run.

another hour and you think you’re going to simply die from the wanton ache in your cunt and the paranoia creeping with every passing minute.

you hate when they go away. it’s the worst. but it’s what your lovers have to do if your community wants amoxicillin and food that‘s not canned peas or tuna. the only bigger drag than you losing out on a few nights of getting the stress fucked out of you and mornings with tender wake up calls; that cool new girl went with them.

just a few weeks ago, daryl and aaron had discovered a former phd student wandering the outskirts of shenandoah national park. the twenty-eight year old had been walking from her biology program in new jersey in an attempt to reach her family’s house in norfolk, virginia.

back to alexandria, she brought a backpack, some stories, and a green haze to your vision.

within a week, you’re wishing daryl and aaron hadn’t brought her back. the worst part is that you really can’t speak on it with anyone because you’ll sound like a jealous bitch, which you kinda are. it’s not your fault that you don’t know shit about how to age a deer or microorganisms or macroinvertebrates or interesting biology major jargon that gets rick and daryl’s attention.

you didn’t finish your degree. the apocalypse had made sure of that. yeah, this girl’s thesis defense had been cancelled but she already had two degrees and a fucking certificate.

yeah, daryl doesn’t have a degree. but this girl’s family grew up hunting - proud turkey hunters, she’d specified after daryl asked her about her turkey shotgun. they hit it off so well that she’d even gone on a few hunts with him. you refused to eat the pheasant she shot. when she came into your kitchen proudly touting a half butchered boar, you simply narrowed your eyes, turned to rick next to you, and asked if you should take chances eating wild boar meat after the prison.

let’s just say you can’t stand her.

it’s not rational and it’s surely not healthy but you can’t bring yourself to address it in any meaningful way. all you can do is smolder. and that��s exactly what you do when rick and daryl come through the gates, fully engaged in a conversation with her.

“find what you need?”

you’re walking up to the three as soon as they pass you. rosita had been chatting you up and you assumed that your boys would come over and greet you with at least a kiss but no! they’re walking past you with her. the perfect, perpetually prepared girlscout that makes you want to tear your hair out.

two twin pairs of blue eyes find yours and daryl’s eyes are overflowing with longing, but before they can even say hello, she’s in your face, greeting you and handing off some seed packets she’d found

what a bitch.

almost turning your nose at her, you instead decide to accept the packets without a thank you. you make a beeline straight for rick, leaning up on your tippy toes to capture his tongue, wrapping an arm around his neck to lower him into your embrace. every ounce of waiting and wanting is spilled onto rick’s lips. you kiss him a bit too fervently for a welcome back kiss at your community’s gates. it’s an abuse of power on your part.

it’s dramatic. it’s theatrical.

it’s just as bad when you do the same thing to daryl, attaching yourself to his side as the newest addition to alexandria clears her throat and continues on about the supplies they managed to secure on their “dry” run. specifically, some supplies for her to try to solo it again - but this time - finally land in norfolk. you know that rick and daryl were out there - away from you - for more than just some glorified grad student’s get home bag but every second that she drones on has you yearning for her to pack her bags tonight.

“so, once my wrist is fully healed. i’ll be out of here.”

“thank god!”

rick’s eyebrow raises and if daryl could go quieter, he would.

the walk back to your house alone in alexandria is awkward.

the scene you’d caused had rick giving you a look that told you if you didn’t quit digging now, you’d end up in a trench of conflict. not just being at odds with the newcomer, but rick’s lack of patience for this kind of behavior from you. that doesn’t stop you from starting again as soon as they enter the bedroom.

“neither of you came over to say hi to me when you got in the gates.”

it’s the first thing out of your mouth once the door has shut. your arms are folded over your chest and you’re glaring at them like you didn’t just put on a grand display and snub the girl staying down the street. eyes focused on them, you’d be hard pressed to tell that you even could even name the other girl.

“so you’re gonna skim past talkin’ to her like that?” rick’s giving you that same you can’t be serious look he sends your way when you’re brattin’ out like this.

“i said my thoughts out loud. sorry.”

“ain’t you got no filter?”

“no, daryl,” you reply, looking up at them from the soft bed. your hands dig into the mattress. “that overnight “dry” run turned into the entire weekend and the first thing you guys do is stroll in with her and not say hi.”

“why do you care so much? she’s leavin’ soon.” daryl reminds you, fighting a yawn.

you frown. “you guys relate to her more.”

rick guffaws and daryl’s eyes are rolling.

“what? you think she’s flirtin’ knowin’ how to catch herself a fuckin’ meal.”

“but she’s older than me.”

“not by much, honey,” rick dismisses your concern.

the downtrodden look on your face is unmistakable. you’re quiet, considering how to justify your jealousy when you feel a tear coming on. daryl notices when you try to blink it away and is the first to drop the bone the two were picking with you. he’s next to you, a hand on your waist and your thigh, and that’s when you exhale in frustrated, exasperation, “you were gone for four days and you couldn’t even say hi to me.” you’re shaking your head, knowing it’s dumb. “its not nice but it just got me so angry.” you almost omit this last part but the borderline law enforcement stare you’re receiving from rick has you candid. “i just needed you guys to come up and kiss me - or something after not knowing if you were alive or not. the run went too long. got me worked up.”

“and you think you deserve to get fucked first thing after pullin’ that shit?”

you bite your lip. rick can read you too well. really, there’s nothing to discuss.

did you really think they would lose interest in you that easily? or is this just a ploy to work them up too? to cash in on the good, hard fucking you know they’d subject you to if you turned up your brat factor for their return. it’s downright devious but who are they to deny the smoldering opportunity falling in their laps?

“can you be a good girl?”

you nod, not breaking eye contact as he slips his thumb into your mouth while undoing his pants with the other hand. “maybe we can get this to do somethin’ useful, huh?”

daryl stays quiet but the smirk as he watches you lick rick clean tells you that he has an idea. he’s full of ideas, most of which involve stuffing you full in some capacity but just from bud reaction to the scene that unfolded, you know he’s in a teasing mood. too feverous and on the same page as rick about your jealousy to give you the fucking you want straight away.

there’s probably a bit more of explaining that you need to do but when rick says, “hands and knees,” you’re forgetting all about the better educated woman and getting into place on the plush bed. the brief scowl on your face can’t be missed but it doesn’t matter because you automatically open your mouth wider once you’re faced with rick’s too-big-for-your-mouth cock.

you’re so focused on rick that the stripe being licked down your slit from behind has you choking on rick in surprise. the constable groans at your tight throat clenching around him.

“missed this pussy,” daryl’s gruff voice against your cunt brings you back to reality. the reality where he’s flicking his tongue over your already aching, swollen bud.

so that’s what that tear was, you deduce, suddenly aware of your missing panties.

“you’re overthinkin’,” rick says says with a hand in your hair. “you belong to us. we belong to you.”

“yeah, no new girl’s gonna come between us.” daryl assures you, breathing lust into your cunt. “gotta get out of yer’ fuckin’ head.” daryl chimes, not even giving his tongue a break when it wasn’t on your clit. “i finally get someone with a brain to go huntin’ with and your first thought is that i wanna fuck ‘em.”

rick smirks down at you, mouth too stuffed full of cock to deny any of it. he runs a hand through your hair and eases up on your throat, growing impossibly harder at the sight of his thick dick against your glossy, shining lips. a hand finds your chin and his cock falls from your mouth. “you better not forget that you’re made for us. don’t want no one else but you.” his cock jumps at the way your pupils grow from his lust induced speech. “you’re ours. that pussy’s in the shape of our cocks. beautiful brain’s all wrapped up in us, like we’re wrapped up in you.”

you could cream at his words. any minute you’re going to on daryl’s tongue. back as forth, the younger man is sliding his tongue all over your clit. he even dips the appendage inside of you to tongue around and spur rick into thrusting his cock back into your mouth so he can enjoy your needy whimpers around him.

“so fuckin’ good for us, baby. like she never could be.” rick huffs, chocolate curls falling back with his head.

all you can do is moan around him in response. daryl doesn’t let you process rick’s words because you’re too busy processing the overload of pleasure he’s inducing in you. you writhe back against him, canting your hips into his mouth just as rick twitches in yours.

your hips are bucking and you almost fall forward on rick when daryl triggers your toe curling release, savoring in the ooze as he laps your weeping cunt. tears well at your waterlines with rick’s cock bulging in the cheeks of your mouth. those tears spill with the rush of energy in your cunt. spasming and clenching, leaking onto the devoted tongue seeing you through.

“hope this holds you over,” rick remarks, pulling his still aching cock out of your mouth while glancing over at daryl happily cleaning up your release with his tactful tongue. “‘cause you’re gonna’ be sore after tonight, darlin’. whatever you need to get it in that pretty little head of yours that you’re ours, and don’t need to worry about anything or anyone else.”

as your first orgasm of the night fades and the shaking in your legs pauses, there’s a post-climax clarity that hits you like a truck. you’d be face down on the bed trying to pretend you didn’t exist if not for the hands eliciting the most vibrant whinnies from you, twisting your pleasure receptors like play-doh. you’re not far from coming again and that’s the only thing saving you from the shame of how you treated the newcomer. it wasn’t kind. wasn’t rational. treating her so poorly because of how well she worked with your men. greek gods killed insolent hosts who disrespected their guests, what would rick and daryl do to you for snubbing one of the last polite people on this rotting rock?

being well rounded isn’t a crime, you remind yourself.

and your men don’t need to remind you again with words how much you mean to them. that your jealousy is unfounded but they want to kiss you better anyway. it doesn’t matter if it takes all night, they’ll be reminding you exactly where and who they want to be with.

with you being made for them, how could they want anyone else?

[g0thnico]

*On a ferris wheel*

Percy: Are you afraid?

Nico: maybe

Percy:

Nico: a little bit

Percy: Maybe you would be less afraid if you stopped looking at that scary floor and started looking at me

Nico: And you think you're not scary?

Percy: I am?

Nico: Yes, of course, every night I have nightmares about your evil face

Percy: and by chance in these nightmares are my lips close to yours?

Nico: maybe, a little bit

[miiiwu]

very very very loosely outlining the general plot of a young ones fancomic that’s basically pure smut and it’s uh. it’s coming along i guess 😭 (the dialogue is just placeholder to get the general idea out pls don’t bully me i will refine it later i prommy🥺 hopefully if the final dialogue is cringe the art will make up for it)

[daryl-and-carol-oh-my]

The Walking Dead; Welcome to the Tombs

"It's good you found them. No one can make it alone now." - Andrea "I never could." - Daryl Dixon "I just didn't want anyone to die." - Andrea

Carylering ON<333333333333333

[drewmorg4n]

thanks for the lyrics whore

@addicted2twd

[zoobus]

Something they don't tell you about World War Hulk is how blasé everyone is about the reason for Hulk's vengeance, despite how frequently he brings it up. he'll explicitly say "this is happening because you exploded my wife, my child, and millions more. You committed genocide. I'm angry because you genocided my home" and no one cares??? They roll out the most generic, borderline irrelevant centristspeak like "You're not being a REAL hero Bruce, what happened to my good buddy Bruce banner? The guy who believed in democracy, justice, and the American way?"

One more issue left, I hope Rick DIES, at least acknowledge what it said, he's literally your friend