#and i dont want the rick defenders coming for me

[realredbanana]

hiii king, fellow will solace truther i see <3 fav will headcanons/canon facts ppl forget about/fav fanarts of him/literally anything else?

First of all, I personally quite like the headcanon that he originally had brown hair and it turned blonde when Apollo claimed him and, for canon facts, I love that he canonically carries around chloroform. Wish more people (including Rick. stop making my boy a defenceless idiot 😭) remembered/acknowledged that.

And, in my head, Will spent a lot of his time with his grandparents as a young child because Naomi was busy touring and she didn’t want to subject a kid to the constant loud noises (although, I do quite like the deaf/HoH Will headcanon, that’s always fun to read).

Also, not necessarily my favourite headcanon, but, a crack-ish headcanon/AU thing I’ve thought about recently is:

What if Will lived in a relatively Christian area as a kid and, due to his healing powers combined with the mist showing people what they expect to see, a bunch of people were just kinda convinced that he was Jesus. Like, let’s be real, if someone was walking around ‘waiting for Jesus to return’ and then they see some little kid just magically heal someone: they might wonder ‘is that him??? Is he back??????’. Basically just a prime example of ‘when the mist goes wrong’.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Dam being a Jason Grace stan in the fandom is a fucking tragedy lol. Not only do we have to deal with him being screwed over by uncle Rick, but we have to deal with the fandom hating him aswell lol, i feel like Jason Grace slander wouldnt affect me half as much if his character had gotten a happy ending. I just saw an Instagram reel about a "character's povs you skipped through'' and the comments were flooded with Jason Grace just like I'd expected lol 😭 like blud has no mercy there.

It took all my will power to not defend him under a comment that called him "homophobic", I cannot believe that comment had 4 people agreeing aswell like- did we read the same books? Did they completey skip over the coming out chapter in HOH where jason was literally the first person to tell Nico not to be ashamed of liking guys and that no one would judge him? the guy is legit one of the least problematic characters and does nothing mean, how is he even CONSIDERED in the homophobic area anyway? (he also gets slandered for being "too nice" aswell lol) so seeing him wind up in such a contradictory accusation just screams tone deaf and anti-jason bias tbh, Nico legit said he considered jason as one of his first friend/supporter (apart from his sisters) in TSATS :') its like ppl keep throwing in these false stuff bc they WANT to find a reason to hate him. (dont take this as me saying you are not allowed to hate him or something cuz that would be quite hypocritical of me, wouldnt it? i just hate that ppl make up problematic hcs of him and push them as canon, it would taint non-reader's perception of him because of false info, what if a non reader stumbled across that comment and immediately figured that jason was indeed homophobic even when he wasn't?)

Also, can we please normalize NOT judging a person for their character preferences? I like jason and i am aware that its an unpopular take, but that doesnt make me any less of a pjo fan. The fandom seems pretty aggressive when we dont follow the popular opinion. i have seen multiple ppl pretend to hate jason simply bc they WANT to fit in and "look cool", since the fandom has a tendency to use Jason as a punching bag to insult like "he's a knockoff percy" or "he thinks he's so cool but he's not". or smth, so when people do claim jason as a favourite, a huge chunk of the fandom start belittling them and go like "really? Out of all characters, why jason?" Or "Percy/Leo is better, I don't understand why you like Jason"

okay thanks for coming to my ted talk. i am aware that i was yapping here. unfair Jason Grace slander does that to me.

[enid-rhees]

please can you write something for Tara? maybe an argument that ends in a love confession? 🩷 sorry I don’t have many good ideas but I love your writing

oh god i love Tara so much. tysm for requesting!! hope you enjoy <3 and this is an amazing request dont apologize! and tysm 🫶🏻

warnings: arguing, slightly suggestive.

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but will be opened again very soon 🫶🏻! this is a bit short but i hope that is okay!

it had been two hours since you came back home just to discover that Tara wasn’t there. she never left the house without telling you. even if it was just a small run that would take an hour max, she always told you.

you asked Rosita, Glenn, Eugene, everyone, and no one had known where she had gone. your mind was racing a million miles a second with possibilities you didn’t even want to think about.

Tara meant everything to you. it had been around five months since you and your group made it to Alexandria. but before that, you and Tara met in the train cart at Terminus. you were with Rick, Carl, Michonne and Daryl.

the two of you got along quickly, mostly due to one thing: you both liked girls. you figured her out quickly, when you watched the way she watched Rosita. and with you, she just… knew.

you followed her when Eugene needed to get to Washington, well, before he lied about even being a scientist and knew a “cure”. the entire journey brought you guys closer. so when Aaron appeared and offered your group to live in Alexandria, you guys decided to live together.

as the months went by, you felt your feelings for Tara grow more and more. it was hard to keep it in, you wished you were able to tell her, and just spit it out finally.

you weren’t sure what was stopping you, because all you wanted was to finally call Tara yours, or be able to wake up in the morning and see her next to you, or just be able to finally kiss her. you’ve dreamt of it too much.

your leg shook under the coffee table as you sat with your head in your hands. this wasn’t like Tara, at all. she always, always told you where she was going. always.

this was killing you. not knowing if she was okay or not. not knowing if she’s gotten hurt, and is stranded somewhere where she’s defenseless, or if she’s gotten bit-

the front door opened.

Tara stepped inside, taking her shoes off and hanging her hoodie like it was nothing. you stood up and ran to her, “where the fuck did you go?!” you yelled.

her eyes widened as she took a step back. “i just went to the pharmacy a few miles down…���

“why the fuck didn’t you tell me? or anyone?! i was worried sick about you, Tara!” her face was full of confusion, not knowing why you were so upset at her.

“i-i didn’t think it was a big deal. i wasn’t gone that long, Y/N. i’m fine!” she defended. “but what if you weren’t?! i mean- what if you got hurt, Tara? you always tell me when you’re leaving. do you know how worried i was to come home and see that you’re gone? and when i asked everyone where you were, none of them knew. do you not know how scary that was?”

tears ran down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. you didn’t want to cry over this, but nothing had truly frightened you like this. losing Tara is something you try your hardest to avoid thinking about at all times.

“Y/N- i’m sorry, okay? i know i always tell you when i’m leaving, but all i needed was one thing. i don’t understand why you’re so mad-“

“because i’m in love with you!” you yelled, causing her to freeze. “i mean- fuck Tara! i’m so in love with you, and i can’t fucking hide that anymore. you’re everything to me. just the smallest thought of you getting hurt scares the shit out of me. i can’t imagine how i could ever live with myself if you’ve ever gotten hurt somehow. i can’t do this without-“

Tara lunged forward, smashing her lips onto yours. she held on tightly to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her as you kissed her back just as hard. your hands wrapped around her neck, not even leaving a millimeter of space between the two of you.

you pulled away briefly, but you immediately dove back into each other, unable to get enough of each other. one of your hands tangled itself into her hair, and she moaned into your mouth at the feeling.

Tara moved forward until you were pressed against the wall behind you. the deep kiss continued until you were both out of your breath. she leaned her head on yours as you caught your breath, still holding onto you tightly.

“i can’t lose you.” you whispered breathlessly. she nodded, “i know, i can’t lose you either. i’m sorry for leaving like that without saying anything.”

you shook your head, pulling her into another kiss. your head hit the wall when she suddenly brought her head down to your neck, bringing you nothing but complete bliss.

[seaweedbraens]

To all the show doubters: you CANNOT say the final episode wasn’t absolutely great. Very few major issues, and actually lived up to the books (mostly)!

i obviously have like 16 full length essays in my head but imma spare y’all that for now.

i speak as a show doubter here. i havent watched the show yet because i have a grad review in 2 weeks that i'm supposed to be working on and i simply dont have the TIME to binge an entire show without feeling a truckload of guilt afterwards.

nothing against you, or anyone who enjoys the show! but i accidentally saw a clip from the final episode that INFURIATED me.

it's luke's betrayal, and somehow....annabeth was there. i don't want to comment on anyone's acting because this is just one scene and i don't want to be too harsh. but my issue is that annabeth was there at all.

first off - if she was there, there is no WAYYYYYYYYY annabeth's first instinct would be to attack luke if she overheard him. this is her FAMILY, the one person she truly felt she knew and who she felt knew her. she'd be stunned, man. not defiant in the face of his betrayal. look at the books! she rushes to hold the sky for him, making that decision in the brief moment it causes him pain!

anyway:

annabeth being absent is the POINT. in the books, she doesnt see luke leave, she doesnt know/understand his reasoning, and ON TOP OF ALL THAT she has to wait for like a week for percy to wake up and tell her how things went down. during that week she has to come to terms with the fact that 1. luke's left her and the camp, 2. he attacked percy, 3. he's joined kronos, and 4. he didn't care about her enough to give her an explanation or even say goodbye.

i feel like this DIRECTLY leads into her attitude towards him in EVERY. OTHER. PJO. BOOK following the first one. she is desperate for answers, desperate to believe that there's still some good in him. she wants to hear it from him. she wants to SAVE him. she defends him from percy's judgement MULTIPLE TIMES, tells him percy didn't know him, but she did. she truly believes he's just lost his way. she doesn't understand how he's fallen because she wasn't there to see it. and when she finally does, it's STILL hard for her to process.

i feel like her being there just ruins a lot of that. or maybe i'm just being overly nitpicky. which...that's kinda my thing. wcwsthwas exists because i'm nitpicky.

i don't want to diminish anyone's experience if it's been a positive one, least of all yours because i really do appreciate your inputs! this is just me ranting here because that scene bugged me so much. maybe the rest of the show is great and i'll be eating my words soon enough. i guess we'll have to see!

i'm sorry if this is very harsh - i don't want to offend anyone! i'm ecstatic you like the show, and i don't want to shut anyone down. i know i come off as a rick riordan hater (which i kinda am), but i wouldnt be writing pjo fic if i didn't have a lot of love for the universe he's created. i want to hear all the opinions - the good and the bad. please feel free to share any thoughts in my askbox.

[richonnesbitch]

Oh let me jump into these Negan conversations cause I’ve been screaming about it into the void ever since it happened lol. As much as I hate it and hate that it had to be with Negan, I understand the idea of let’s not kill him and keep him alive etc etc but

1- once you keep him alive you actually have to keep every other villain that come after also alive. You can’t then kill the next ones. Because then it’s not about being better, and rebuilding society and norms, and showing both yourself and the villain in question that there is another way etc etc

2- i love rick and michonne but the way they went about it is just wrong. As much as i obviously hate what it lead to with rick and the bridge and all of that i look at daryl and maggie like, yes, the way they went about it, also not ideal but the thing itself… were they wrong tho??? Imagine you go to war with the clear goal of killing this guy, everybody has the same goal and at literally the last second, dude just decides, yeah actually we’re not doing that anymore??! They had no reason to accept that. And given that Negan killed in all of those communities and not just Alexandria, I’m sorry but Rick had no right to decide that for all the communities like that. Like, i dont mean to be insensitive but Carl didnt write everybody else a letter. Just because he/they wanted to honor their son like that does not mean the rest also had to??

Imma stop here cause I have a lot to say about that one topic and the message is already way too long lol.

Rick is my man lol but that’s the one thing I can’t defend. Not the way he went about it. He was wrong and you cannot convince me otherwise lol (and the fact that all of this is for Negan of all characters does not help!)

I mean it does make sense in theory but after Negan I'm pretty sure they DO kill the villains? 🤣 So like what was even the point?

Honestly, I hate that Rick kept Negan alive. It was probably the most out of character thing they've ever had him do. Just Negan's existence literally sabotages the rest of the characters. It's horrible.

I don't know what else to say except Negan should have just bled out under that tree...

[slimeyoldman]

1. Rick for sure, I like everyone in the family tho ! My favorite specific Rick's are Toxic(because he's awful and very very short sighted, idk i just think he's interesting in a sopping wet pathetic way.) and Flesh Curtains era(because let's be real how am I going to look at a 30 something grungey drunk and not be obsessed. thats like, some of my favorite people irl.)

2. I don't think it matters! Probably space beth, but eh 🤷‍♀️

3. No not canonically. I think it'd be really fun tho and I like all the theories. Ricks do mess around tho, hes a horndog and the citadel exists, a huge conglomeration of Him, i think it happens more often then it seems to.

4. Tilda. I will not elaborate.

5. Errh idk! A lot i guess. Theyve said before they want the like, classic adult cartoon run time(think futurama, family guy, simpsons), so as many seasons as humanly possible if the writers get their way. I think they step on their own toes a little since they seem to toggle between wanting to be an episodic sitcom, but ALSO a serial scifi thriller. I dont think theyve done badly in that regard so far, but theres absolutely aspects of both that are suffering because of the other's presence.(plot inconsistencies n that kinda thing.)

6. Smash, it would be a bad decision for both of us, but itd be fun !

7. Does the galactic federation count? Probably not since its an organization, but for sure that one. Super interesting stuff u can do with space bureaucracy(bc im boring) and state-sponsored violence. But as for an individual, I really really like Beths mytholog, that whole concept is really cool, and her design is hella badass lol. Also i guess Toxic Rick is a villain too !

8. oof I've tried to figure this out and i dont think i can narrow it down, but i really like Rattlestar Ricklactica, Vat of Acid, and a Rickle in Time.

9. uhh idk the one with the giant incest baby? I didn't enjoy Story Train either tbh. I don't think any of the episodes are like, unwatchably bad, but theres absolutely a few I skip when i rewatch the show.

10. I don't care about story lord like, at all. hes just. deeply uninteresting. Not a huge fan of Mr. Poopybutthole, but i think i just thought we were reminded of him too often.(i liked the intervention episode well enough tho)

11. Oh man this is hard to answer cuz hes just done So Much. Like, guys a shithead. The reckless disregard for innocent bystanders is pretty bad. I think it sucks when he orchestrates situations in which morty has to lethally defend himself, and then totally disregards his feelings(which is literally all the time lmfao). like, the kids 14. His casual manipulation of Beth is super fucked, cuz he knows how much he means to her and he exploits that. yeah idk, guys just a pos all around lol

12. Dated question, luckily no! I think the new voice actors are great :3

13. All the rnm blogs i follow are badass as hell. idk how to pick ill prob edit this l8r

14. Can I say rick without sounding like a total loser. mentally ill, substance abuse issues, ruled entirely by emotions, hedonistic while paradoxically engaging in self-harm/hatred. nihilistic(silly flavor). freaked out by commitment/attachment. the party friend(as opposed to someone you invite for brunch or to meet ur parents). also science is cool.

15. the entire "...couldn't let a dead snake be dead even after it bit his ankle, next time stay in the fucking car!" monologue. and the "a vat of fake acid are you Dying of Dementia?!" fight.

16. i havent finished my brackets yet ill get back to you.

17. same as above.

18. man idk probably. i dont actually watch it in a way that supports them(financially) anyway, but that would suck balls cuz its a fixation of mine.

19. done to death probably but mortys "come watch tv?" quote is my fave. it reads to me as incredibly reassuring. optimistic nihilism. like, "nothing means anything, nothings a big deal, lets chill and enjoy it while we can." ya know? like dying is the same as before you were born, and Everyones gonna do it, but we're here together right now, so lets eat pasta and get a little drunk.

20. i know hes doing his own thing but can i be snowball. hes cool and empathetic and capable of growth, also i wanna see how the dog utopia is going.

20 SHORT-ANSWER* RICK AND MORTY QUESTIONS FOR YOU:

*You can write long answers, if you'd like! Feel free to skip questions, too!

Who is your favourite Rick and Morty Character?

Which Beth is the clone: Domestic Beth or Space Beth?

Do you think that Rick-C137 and Rick Prime were previously romantically involved?

What do you think would be a good name for Birdperson and Tammy's daughter?

How many seasons do you think Rick and Morty will eventually have?

Rick C-137: smash or pass?

Who is your favourite Rick and Morty villain?

Your favourite Rick and Morty episode?

Your least favourite Rick and Morty episode?

Who is your least favourite Rick and Morty character?

What is, in your opinion, the worst thing that Rick C-137 has ever done?

Do you think that Rick and Morty will be affected substantially by having to change the voice actor for Rick and Morty and a bunch of other characters?

What's a good Rick and Morty blog?

Who is the Rick and Morty character that you relate to the most?

The funniest Rick and Morty bit/scene, in your opinion?

Best Rick and Morty season?

Worst Rick and Morty season?

Would you stop watching the show if Justin Roiland returned?

Your favourite Rick and Morty quote?

If you had to be one member of the smith family in the next season, who would you want to be?

[mermarcummusic]

show pony goes to bean town

Pasta Palace (Boston, MA) 10/25/2024

live laugh love the rick west trio.

i love discovering a new indie artist and making it your whole personality and spreading the good word to your friends and listening until you know every word and thinking to yourself bruhhhh how is this person not famous??? and the superiority complex that comes with thinking u found them first. yes oh yes!

well, that happened to me recently with an artist named rick west.

initially, i was attracted to his visuals (i'm a sucker for cool visuals), and then i listened to the music and woweeeeee. rick is a nashville based artist (furthering my love of all the music i'm hearing coming out the nashville scene). the song that got me hooked was one of the singles off his latest album, "genuis" called "6-pack." it's easy breezy indie twang. makes me wanna sit on a porch and sip a lil sumn reeeeeal slow.

so, imagine my surprise when my good friend chanler texted me one morning and asked if i would be interested in opening for one of his new signees (to his label happen twice) in boston...rick mf west.

i was elated (probably too elated) and eagerly agreed despite working out none of the logistics of getting myself to boston in a weeks notice. but the day arrived and despite my efforts to organize a band and a ride to brighton i ended up braving it alone to do my least favorite thing: play a solo set.

i have been working on my relationship to playing alone mostly because i fear nothing more than being another girl with an acoustic guitar. no shame to girls with acoustic guitars i love yall fr. i just dont feel it accurately represents me or my music.

so, i packed up my tote bag and mia's nylon guitar (we've named him mj) and my secret weapon: my chroma console.

now, i have used this pedal a handful of times but only to record with, never for a live performance. i know it's made to be used live but it's a very powerful pedal and i just hadn't sat down and taken the time to learn how to use it in this capacity. but, i had a 5 hours flix bus ride from midtown to south station to figure it out. and figure it out i did(ish).

besides watching youtube videos on the chroma console and taking notes like i was studying for a test my other bus activity was hand embroidering a pair of undermer (my merch) for a sweet girl i met on the internet who happens to live in boston and dmed me that she would be at the show and needed a pair of my (soon-to-be) famous undermer. it's silly moments like these that i view success as scalable.

i am success i am success i am success

i arrived at the venue (storm shelter turned diy concert space) and my friend elaine realized why it was called pasta palace. "oh, i've seen this place on tik tok, they sell pasta out of their window to the people of boston and it's gone viral." awesome vibe.

highlights of the show:

- they had a projector and let me play whatever i wanted during my set, so i obviously played family guy highlights

- chroma console success! it added a lot to my set actually in a way that made me just feel more confident that it was enjoyable for people to engage with rather than sort of lock out to the famiilar sounds of acoustic guitar and voice.

- rick west trio just as good as i would have hoped

- rick played with jonathan on stage (a huge show pony honor)

- jane don't (the other band on the bill) was mesmerizing yalllll

- got to make new friends & see old ones

- i started healing my relationship with playing solo

- i tried out a new cover (you are every girl to me by mj lenderman) and it was lit as hell. will be adding to the set.

- had a crazy mid-show discourse with someone where i mentioned i live in brooklyn and they shouted "fuck new york" to which i responded "oh, word? let's open that up and have a discussion, please defend ur statement" and they really gagged me when they said "new york is a spiritual wasteland" ...... ohhh ok got it got it got it so anyway this next song is called...

- got to trade some merch with mr rick! yay!

overall, such a great experience, such a special show. i would be remiss to take small diy shows like this one for granted. there's an energy and a care in spaces where people chose to show up and spend $15 to take a chance on a artist they don't know. even if they are there to see a friend play but stay for my set or come early for my set etc. i value trying new songs in these settings and getting to talk and joke up on the stage and look people in the eyes and go out into the crowd after and dance with strangers and have brief encounters that may never be more than this moment. simple joys.

i love u bean town! i love u pasta palace! i love u rick west u genuis!

xo,

mer

<3

[sweetaesuga]

in your heart | his fridays

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: fluff, angst(?), established relationship, fratboy jk, ex-fuckboy jk, bookworm reader!

warnings: language, implied drinking, these two are crackheads basically

word count: 1.1k 

synopsis: your fridays without jungkook.

timeline: takes place after the events of in your eyes. 

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a/n: my posts aren’t showing up under the tags :(((( so sorry for posting this many times. i tried linking a card of current issues going but it’ll hide this🥺

Something doesn't feel right.

It's surely the empty seat besides you where your boyfriend would usually reside but not today. He decided to go to a party his fraternity was throwing. He deemed you would hate him if he was to go to one ever since you started dating which is why he hadn't gone to one in so long. Jungkook even took you out for dinner. 

The whole night consisted of him being sweet to you, way too sweet. Not a jokingly insult was hurled your way how you two normally act towards one another. He took the chance to ask you if he could attend the party. 

The question struck you a bit. You didn't want him asking you permission to go somewhere, you never wanted to be that couple. You didn't want to eventually become the girlfriend who hogged all of his attention. You just wished he wouldn't bail out on you all the time like he used to. You assured him that he didn't have to ask you permission to go to such places yet he still felt awkward. 

Jungkook💓: are u sure about this??

Jungkook💓: i can always not go u know

Jungkook💓: if ur not ok with it 

sugar mama🥺: I'm fine with it!!! 

sugar mama🥺: Go have fun just don't do anything stupid without me

Jungkook💓: ok i luv u

His response threw you off. You've only been dating for two months and none of you have ever told each other you love one another. You don't dwell too much on the topic, simply brushing it off as Jungkook just being excited and he didn't genuinely mean it.

You sat on your couch, searching through Hulu. You contemplated whether or not to watch Rick and Morty, the show you two watch together. Knowing your boyfriend, he would whine about you watching it without him. You exited and scrolled through Netflix. Your attention was divided, one on the movie you were watching and the other on Jungkook's text. In the end you selected a random movie, choosing to just have it as background noise to swallow the silence in the room that was normally filled with Jungkook and you. 

You explored through your Instagram. Reloading your page again, your heart stopped. Taehyung had uploaded a picture. He was taking up most of the picture but Jungkook is still seen in the edge, grinning like an idiot with a bottle of beer in his hand. The others are a blur. 

You felt guilty for going ease from the sight of no girl nearby. You were still insecure despite his comfort. 

You liked the picture, reading the caption before going on to the explore page. You find yourself looking at memes, sending the funniest ones to Jungkook. You didn't care that you sent him twenty-two messages and he'll probably respond the next morning as long as he sent you twenty-two texts back instead of a singular response. 

It's around one in the morning when you receive a thread of messages from your boyfriend coming all at once. You were half awake, body threatening to enter slumber. You frowned with squinted eyes when your phone screen shined. Tiredly, you unlocked your phone. 

Jungkook💓: hiiiiiiiii

Jungkook💓: i miss u i'm sorry for not being there with u

Jungkook💓: forgive me🥺🥺

Jungkook💓: i think i'm drunk but not really

Jungkook💓: thank fuck autocorrect gets me cuz i'm like typing the wrong shir rn

Jungkook💓: i'm in my bed rn :((((

Jungkook💓: n i miss u so much like

Jungkook💓: so so sos osos osos odiosos much

Jungkook💓: wtf my keyboard just wrote that

Jungkook💓: is that spanish???

sugar mama🥺: Idk 

sugar mama🥺: R u ok???

sugar mama🥺: How much did u have to drink?? 

Jungkook💓: idk they just kept common u know??

Jungkook💓: fuckhdn i meant comming*

Jungkook💓: wait but like did u mist me too🥺🦆🥺

sugar mama🥺: Ofc i did🙄

sugar mama🥺: Now go to bed ur gonna feel like shit in the morning

jungkook💓: bet 

jungkook💓: IMG_3725.JPG

jungkook💓: dont my toes look prettyyyyukjd

sugar mama🥺: Stop we said we weren't into this feet shit n go to mf bed

Jungkook💓: ooooooo someone's mad that i got prettyer feet than them😌

Before you can reply to him, his name flashed over your phone screen. You swiped across the screen, bringing your phone up to your ear. You regret doing so as Jungkook screamed into the phone that he has more beautiful feet than you which you can not deny. There's a hiccup before he continued. "I'm like so fucking drunk right now. I miss you so much, I wish you came," his speech is a little slurred but you don't mind. "But I know you hate being surrounded by a lot of people, claustrophobic bitch."

You laughed into the speaker. Jungkook enjoyed every second of it. "You know what? At least I'm not afraid of a microwave." 

You heard him gasp on the other line. "Microwaves have the potential to blow up and shit! Why the hell are you afraid of a spider that's not even half your size?" Jungkook shook his head, remembering how last week you forced him to kill a spider in the corner of the room. He tried to convince you to leave it alone but you weren't having it. 

"They're fucking spiders! Almost everyone in the world is afraid of them even your mom!" he stayed silent for a second. Right when he was ready to defend himself he suddenly realized his mother does have a fear of spiders. "Aww, cat got your tongue, bubba?" 

Jungkook giggled, laying out on his bed. An empty spot next to him where your body would occupy it. He doesn't say anything else, choosing to listen to your breathing. You call out his name, wondering if he dozed off. Jungkook hummed into the speaker. "I think I'm going to have to cut this short and go to bed. I love you," he smiled only to be met with silence. His cheeks burned in embarrassment and he was ready to open his mouth and drunkenly take everything back. 

"Goodnight, don't think you're going to remember in the morning but I love you too," your voice was quiet. It almost drove Jungkook to tears from how small you sounded, almost as if scared to confess to him. 

He hung up first, falling asleep quickly despite being disturbed by the void place besides him. You don't fall asleep right after. In fact, you don't sleep the whole night. Your mind too focused on your conversation. 

Jungkook💓: HOLY SHIT HOW MUCH DID I DRINK

[thewalkingdead-fan101]

In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader part 13/??

Hey guys, welcome to part 13! I hope that it measures up to the previous chapters, I hope you enjoy reading it! :) 

Warnings- Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing, physical harm, insinuated abuse, Nightmares, Angst.

The second Glenn mentioned Randall’s group the room had been tense. 

I could feel the rage emitting from Daryl as he seethed silently.

Shane stood angrily looking out of the window, his back moving with each harsh breath he took. 

Rick sat on the end of the bed, looking up to where Glenn stood by the door, looking at the ground. 

“It’s not Glenn’s fault.” I spoke softly, wincing as Hershel continued inspecting my leg. 

“How the hell ain’t it?” Daryl argued, stepping forward. “He took you with him!” He continued, throwing his hand in the air. “He didn’t know I was in the car!” I argued.

“What?”

“I didn’t want him to go alone, I had a feeling that something wasn’t right and I thought it’d be better if he had back up!” “You did what?” Shane snapped his head around, striding to the bed, causing Rick to stand between us both.

“You snuck off?!” Shane called.

“Shane, you need to calm down.” Rick spoke, pushing him back softly.

“Rick. Get him out of here.” Hershel spoke.

“Get me out of here?” Shane scoffed. “She’s my sister man.” He shook his head, crossing his arms.  “Shane. Leave.” Rick spoke, defending hershel. 

My brother scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief, angrily moving to the door, ripping it open and slamming it shut. 

I flinched as the wooden door harshly collided with the frame.

“I can’t believe you were stupid enough to go.” Daryl muttered.  “Daryl-“ “Nah, I’m done talking.” He shook his head, opening the door and leaving the room. 

I sighed as the door closed, looking over to Rick who was looking at Glenn. 

“We need to talk about what happened out there. I need to hear it from you.” Rick nodded to Glenn.

Rick looked over to me and smiled softly. 

“I’ll come talk to you later, just rest up, let Hershel take care of you.”

I nodded my head, watching as the two men walked out.

Patricia continued to gently wipe the spot from my face, neck and arms. 

“Let’s get you in the shower honey.” Patricia smiled softly, helping me stand.

She led me to the bathroom, turning on the faucet, making the temperature mildly warm. 

“I’ll bring up a change of clothes for you, then we will have Hershel fix you up.” She spoke gently, as she shut the door behind her. I scrubbed the soot and the dirt from my body, making quick work of my hair.

The water ran dark red as i washed the mans blood from it, flakes of ash melting into the water.

I shut off the faucet, stepping out and wrapping myself in a towel.

A soft knock echoed through the room.

“Come in.” I spoke, watching as the door slightly opened. 

Patricia smiled gently as she handed me some clothes, a pair of grey cotton shorts along with some underwear and a navy blue shirt. “They’re from Maggie.” She looked down.

“Thank you.” I smiled softly as she left.

Pulling on the clothes I walked out of the bathroom, towel in my hand.

“Let me throw this on the line.” Patricia quickly took the towel and left the room.

Hershel looked up and cleared his throat, motioning for me to sit down. 

“You have second degree burns on your leg.” He paused, watching intently as I glanced down at my leg.

I didn’t realise the extent of the burn. 

The skin was brightly red, blisters scattered around the slightly charred areas. 

I watched as Hershel applied topical antibiotic ointment.

“Don’t touch it unless you are applying more of this to it.” He raised the tube. “When you goto bed make sure you bandage it, try to wear loose pants, shorts if possible.” “And the blist-“ “Don’t pop them.” He cut me off. 

He looked up to my arm, moving to look behind the gauze.

“What happened to your arm?”  “We were shot at. It’s just a flesh wound.” I nodded softly. “Did Glenn patch you up?”  “Yeah, when we got back to the car.” “He did a decent job.” He chuckled softly as he took a damp cloth, wiping over my arm.

I hissed as the fabric caught on the tender skin.

Hershel took away the cloth and grabbed another gauze, taping it to my arm.

“I think it’s for the best that you stay on the property from now on.” Hershel spoke, packing up the medical supplies he had out, packing up and leaving.

I sighed and stepped out of the room after Hershel,  my eyes instantly meeting Maggie’s. 

She put her head down, running up the stairs, avoiding me, which felt more painful than the flesh wound I was sporting.

I moved from the house and made my way to my tent, hoping to run into Daryl.

Day Three

The night was long, Daryl hadn’t come to our tent.

I was plagued by nightmares.

The moment I would close my eyes, visions from the day before would haunt me as I chased sleep.

Pictures of a dirty grin, the feeling of his tongue against the skin of my cheek burned into my brain would surface.

My brain producing a mortifying string of events that could’ve occurred if it weren’t for Glenn.

Since the fourth nightmare, I’d been huddled in the corner of the bed, knees cradled to my chest as I blankly stare at the blanket covering my feet in front of me.

The tent began to softly glow, warmth spreading through the fabric as the sun rose. Birds in the distance chirping as though it were a Disney movie.

My hand moved to my eyes, rubbing them softly before resuming to rest atop my knees, holding my chin.

I don’t know how long I have been positioned in the bed, or how long it has been since the sun rose, but judging by the hushed whispers coming towards the tent it didn’t take me long to realise that it’d been long enough for me to miss breakfast.

“Dale, im sure she is fine.” Andrea stated, her shadow moving closer to the tent.

“If im wrong, great. We will leave her be.” Dale responded. “Just go in and check.” “Why don’t you?” The asked. “Right.”

The door opened as Andrea stepped in. 

I glanced over to the blonde, moving my eyes back to their position on the blanket.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Andrea asked quietly, kneeling down, gently placing a hand on my knee.

I looked over to Andrea, who intently stared at me, waiting for me to respond.

“(Y/n)?” She asked again.

“Im okay.” I whispered.

“You didn’t come to breakfast.” She stated, lightly shaking my knee.

“I didn’t realise the time. Sorry.” I whispered. “Lets get you up.” She smiled.

Andrea helped me stand. “I just need to take this off.” I motioned to my leg.

She nodded, letting me take the bandage off of my leg, slipping on my shoes, following her from my tent.

As soon as I made it out of my tent, I looked over to Dale who looked shocked.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, im fine, just tired.” “I can see that.” He stated, looking at me worriedly.

“Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.” Andrea took my wrist in her hand, leading me toward the camp.

As we made it to the group, everyone stopped what they were doing, looking over to see us walk towards them.

Daryl was sitting with his back facing me, Rick and Lori, by each others side as Carl sat at Loris feet, staring at my leg.

Shane made his way over to us, shoving his arm in front of my face, handing me a small bowl of scrambled eggs.

“Sit. Eat.” He nodded to the camping chair he had been using.

I nodded silently and picked at the eggs, feeling eyes burning into me, looking up to see Shane, Rick and Lori watching me.

They all looked back to each other and nodded, Rick standing and slowly walking over as if I were an animal. 

I continued to eat the eggs as I waited for Rick.

“(Y/n), can we talk for a minute?”

“Uh, yeah.” I nodded, standing and following him away from the group. “We’ve been talking.” “Who is we?” I asked crossing my arms, looking down at my shoes. “We have as a group.” “Yes?” I asked, playing with a rock that was under my shoe. “We- we’ve come up with the decision to have someone stay with you for a little bit.” 

I stopped playing with the rock, taking a moment before looking up to see Rick.

“What do you mean ‘have someone stay with me’?” I asked, as he shifted uncomfortably.

He looked around for a moment, bringing his arm up to scratch the back of his neck.

“We thought that for the time being, after yesterday that we would-“ “Give me a damn babysitter?” I snapped. “No-“ “I see, your wife takes a car out on a rescue mission to find you, crashes it and is let off the hook!” “(Y/n)-“ “But when I sneak into a car to go on a run with someone else to watch their back, another group was there and im in need of a babysitter?” I scoffed.

“This shit is a double standard.” I exclaimed, gesturing with my hands towards where Lori was sitting, watching the conversation.

More eyes had began watching Rick and I at this point.

“Its not like that at all-“ “This is fucking ridiculous.” I shook my head.

Rick gently reached out to place a hand on my arm.

When his skin contacted with my own I pulled back. “Dont fucking touch me.” I turned away, moving to leave.

I stopped momentarily, turning to face him again.

“Im going to my tent, you know, just so you can tell my babysitter where to find me.” I waved my hand in the air, making my way to the tent.

By the time I reached my tent, my anger had turned into annoyance, and I just wanted to throw things at this point.

I sat on one of the fallen stones, putting my head in my hands, trying to calm down my breathing.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I quickly stood, turning to see Dale.

My forced smile dropped, one reason being that it wasn’t Daryl, the other reason being that Dale was appointed my babysitter, knowing that I couldn’t take anything out on him.

“You don’t need to jump for joy, but I didn’t think my company was that bad.” Dale softly joked, testing the water.

“I’m sorry Dale, I’m sorry that you have to do this.” “Do what?” He turned his head to the side.

“Babysit me.” “I don’t know what Rick told you, but he did tell me that I was to make sure you were safe.” “You don’t need to make me feel better Dale.” “That isn’t what im trying to do.” He paused.

I looked to the ground.

“Lets go for a walk?” He asked.

“Am I allowed to?” I looked up. “If im your, what did you call it?” “Babysitter.” “Right, if im your babysitter, I’m sure, we can go for a walk.” He joked.

I laughed softly with the older man as he nodded his head for me to follow him.

Dale and I had walked aimlessly around the farm for a few hours in silence.

“Why did you do it?” Dale broke the silence.

“Why’d I do what?” “Sneak off.” “Oh, I-uh, I knew that Glenn didn’t want anyone to go with him.” I began, looking at Dale.

“And I knew that if I’d have asked anyone else, they would’ve told me no.” “Why do you think that is?”

“Because they all think I can’t handle myself out there.” Dale raised his brow as I said it. “And I can, I know I can hold my own.” “Its not that we don’t think you can handle your own.” He sighed, stopping shaking his head slightly, hands raised as his bucket hat slightly falling a little more over his forehead.

“There is another group out there, we know what you’re capable of, it’s them that we don’t know of.” “We didn’t know that they were going to be there.” “I know that, we all do.” He tried to reason.

“It was impossible for anyone to know, so why am I being punished?” “You aren’t being punished.”

“You need to see that it could’ve been much worse than some burns on your legs.” “I know that I’m lucky that I only got burned, that I didn’t die out there. But I couldn’t have just let Glenn go alone.” Dale nodded, but kept quiet despite what was being said in his mind.

I sighed, closing my eyes briefly before leaning against a tree.

“Hey, are you alright?” “Yeah, im fine, sorry.” I paused. “I just uh, I need a minute.” I continued. 

“Come here.” He stated worriedly, placing a hand on each of my shoulders, guiding me to take a seat on a nearby log.

“Whats wrong? Are you alright?” “Yeah, im just tired.” I shook my head.

“Fatigue is common in early stages of pregnancy, before Irma and I lost our baby, she was extremely fatigued, she couldn’t get out of bed most days.” His eyes lit up whenever he would talk about his late wife.

“On those days she would be suffering restless leg syndrome too, so I can help you with some tips that helped calm her down.”

My mind wandered to my nightmares, knowing that exhaustion was already on the table, but it had nothing to do with the exhaustion I was facing.

“Id love that, thank you.” I smiled softly.

“Ill take you to your tent, you can have a sleep.”

“Dale, you don-“ “Come on, let’s get you to sleep.” He smiled, helping me up and walking with me to the tent.

When we made it to my tent, I saw Daryl through the fabric of the door, duffel bag in hand as he shoved countless items of his into it.

The sight made my stomach drop, my heart felt like it was in my throat.

“Ill give you a minute.” Dale whispered, backing away, staying at a distance.

I took a few steps towards the tent, Daryl turning around and making eye contact with me.

Turning back around and continuing to fill up his duffle.

“I’m sorry.” I spoke softly. I waited for him to respond, only for him to grunt, ignoring me.

“I know you are mad, and you have every right to be, just please. Don’t leave.” I spoke, reaching to place a hand on his shoulder, but deciding against it, bringing my hand down and wringing them together.

It felt as though the duffle bag was a bottomless pit at this point.

Daryl turned around, flinging the duffle over his shoulder, and stepping around me.

“Daryl, I really am sorry. Please, can we talk?” Daryl stopped in the doorway. “We ain’t got nothing to talk about.” He muttered, leaving.

I sat on the bed, a stray tear rolling down my cheek.

The door opened and in my peripheral vision I could see Dale standing, waiting for me to respond to his presence.

“I fucked up Dale.” I shook my head. “Hey, it’s okay.” Dale stated softly, patting my shoulder as he stood in front of me.

“It’ll all be okay, you hear me?” He spoke again.

I looked up at Dale and more tears appeared.

“I really did it this time.” “Come on now, you know how he is. He will come around. Give him time.” He soothed me.

“Stop crying, you’ll be fine.” He smiled.

I sniffled slightly, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands.

“Im sorry, it’s these hormones.” I chuckled softly.

“I get it, I was lucky, Irma wasn’t all that emotional. She was always happy, except if she could smell meat cooking.” He joked lightly, making me laugh.

“There you go. That did it.” He smiled.

“I think you should try to get some rest.” Dale nodded to the bed, motioning for me to lay down.

“Thank you Dale, for today.” “Dont mention it. Get some rest, I’ll get you when dinners ready.” “Thank you, but-“ “No buts.”

Dale left the tent, and once again I was stuck with my own thoughts.

I laid in bed, staring at the tent’s ceiling, watching as the shadow of the leaves danced in the wind.

Seconds had bled into minutes, and minutes had evolved to hours.

The shadows weren’t as vibrant against the suns now much more dull shine.

I lightly pulled up my shirt and rested my hand on my abdomen, tapping it lightly with my fingers. “Your mom really messed up bean.” I spoke softly, fingers creating a rhythm against the skin.

Day four

Exhaustion had settled in overnight.

My hand still resting on my abdomen, lightly tracing shapes as I watched the sun rise on the fabric above me.

Last night, much like the one before I chased sleep, nightmares from the fire, lucky to get maybe a full ten minutes in over both nights.

I sat up, glancing around the tent, wondering if I should leave the tent or wallow in my self pity for the day.

My answer came from a rumble in my stomach.

Moving my legs over the edge of the low sitting bed, I stood, taking off the bandage on my leg, the irritation slightly fading from red to pink, I applied some ointment to it before leaving it be.

I changed into a new pair of shorts, pulling over a t-shirt.

Looking down, I notice the shirt as one of Daryls.

I reach down and grab the hem of the shirt and lift it over my head, throwing it onto the bed, picking up another shirt and putting it on.

I look at the shirt that was wadded up on the bed and sighed, picking it up and holding it to my face, inhaling Daryls scent.

I dropped it back onto the bed and walked out of the tent, making my way quietly over to the camp.

The camp was still quiet, signalling that everyone was still asleep.

I took an apple from a basket that was sitting on the table near the RV, sitting down and taking a bite in the slight breeze, watching for the others.

I sat playing with the core of the apple when the door to the RV opened, watching as Dale stepped out.

He looked over to me, and tilted his head slightly.

“Getting slow there Dale, im up before you for a change.” I joked lightly as he shut the door. “It doesn’t count if you don’t sleep.” He spoke sternly, coming over to examine me. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked.

I shook my head as looked down. “Want talk about it?” He asked softly. “No, I can’t.” I shook my head.

Dale nodded in response and sat next to me, taking an apple and eating it.

It wasn’t long until we were joined by the others, one by one they started piling out of their tents.

Lori looked over to me wearily, before looking over to her husband, who softly smiled at me.

I nodded towards Rick, who nodded back, turning to kiss his wife.

And of course, wherever Lori was, Shane wasn’t too far away.

Andrea was standing next to Shane, sparking up a conversation with him as he brushed her off.

Carol was making her way to the fire, to cook eggs or porridge sachets that Glenn had found before the collapse.

She smiled softly at me as she walked past me, smiling as she set up near the fire pit.

I heard footsteps and I looked over to see Daryl walking towards the group.

He stopped momentarily, staring at my face, fighting with himself between coming over and walking away, choosing the latter.

I felt a small touch to my arm and turned to be met with Dales hand.

“He will come around.” He nodded softly.

I stood up, moving around the table and walking back towards my tent. “Hey, where are you going?” Shane called out.

I raised my hand and waved him off as I left the group.

I could hear rushed footsteps behind me as I walked.

“Ill be okay on my own Dale.” I smiled softly. “I know that but-“ “But you don’t want to leave your ‘post’?” 

“No, it’s not like that.” “You can go and eat breakfast Dale. I won’t steal a car.” I turned, promising the elder man.

Dale stood, unsure of what to do.

“If you’re that worried about leaving me alone, how about I go and sit with Beth?”

“I may as well leave you alone.” He spoke, eyes widening as the words left his mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ “Dale, it’s okay.” I assured him, patting his shoulder to try and stop his guilty conscience.

“I mean you have a point.” I continued a small chuckle on my lips.

“You need to eat, so, you go back to everyone, eat something and I’ll meet you at the farmhouse.”

“I don’t know.” “Look, you can escort me to the house, and make sure that im with someone before leaving.”

“Okay.” He nodded, motioning for me to follow him.

The walk to the house didn’t take long, Maggie had been standing on the front porch, looking over to the camp.

I glanced over to see Glenn sitting alone on a camping chair, kicking the dust under his shoe.

I looked back to Maggie, knowing the fear, the pain behind her eyes.

“Give me a moment.” Dale smiled.

Dale took a step forward, Maggie looking from Glenn to the two of us.

Maggie glanced at me, but quickly tore her attention to Dale.

The two stepped aside, talking in hushed whispers, occasionally glancing at me.

Maggie nodded, and Dale smiled, walking back over to me.

“I’m not feeling the best today, Maggie has offered to stay with you for the day.” He softly patted my shoulder.

“What?” “Yeah, I’m going to lay down, I really don’t feel like myself.” He wandered off towards the camp.

“Im sorry Maggie, I didn’t think he would pawn me off-“ “I offered.” She was quick to speak.

“I needed to talk to you about the other day, and I haven’t known how too.” She sighed.

“How’s Beth?” I asked. “She is better, the colour is coming back in her face.” She smiled softly. “Do you want to come see her?” She asked. “Can I?” “Of course.” She nodded, taking my hand in hers and taking me upstairs to see Beth.

When we entered the room, as Maggie said, Beth’s face had more colour in it than it did two days before.

Bath was laying on her back, a nasal tube fed through her nose, being held in place by tape.

She was beginning to blink more and be more responsive.

“She is responding to touch, she squeezes my hand now.” Maggie smiled.

“Im glad.” I smiled softly, as Patricia walked into the room, smiling as she seen me.

“Your leg, its healing well.” She grinned. “Come on.” Maggie nodded her head, pulling me to follow her again.

Once we made it out of the door, which Maggie pushed open with a bang, the group looked over to us.

“Where are we going?” I asked as Maggie ran ahead of me, running after her. “Trust me.” She smiled softly, turning back.

Maggie bee-lined to the stable and I followed.

I could hear the nickering and the whinnying as I entered the stable.

I walked over to Betsy, rubbing my hand against her snout, smiling as he blew air from her nostrils.

A clutter behind me made me jump, I turned to see Maggie lifting one of the saddles, and resting it on Nelly’s gate, opening it and leading the horse out.

She saddled Nelly and climbed on the back of her.

“You coming?” She asked, extending her hand out for me to take. I smiled and took her hand, moving to climb up onto Nelly’s back.

Maggie began to walk out of the stable, gradually picking up speed.

“Hey!” 

I turned my head to see Shane and Daryl looking over to the two of us on the horse.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Daryl yelled. “(Y/n)! Get down from there!” Daryl began to walk towards the barn. “Hold on.” Maggie looked back and smiled. “What the hell?” He yelled as he began to run to the stables.

Maggie flicked the reins, and squeezed nelly’s sides, signalling for her to speed up.

“Stop!” He yelled.

My arms tightly wrapped around Maggies middle, the wind whipping my hair from my face.

For the first time since the collapse, I felt free. 

The wind hitting my face, my hair flowing behind me as we raced through the path Maggie had taken me down two days ago.

Maggie signalled for Nelly to slow down.

The horse began to slow down from a gallop, to a trot down to a walk.

“You okay?” Maggie asked, slightly looking back. “Yeah.” I paused. “My ass is sore though.” I laughed.

Maggie let out a laugh as she walked Nelly over to the waters edge, climbing down and hitching her.

Maggie extended her hand for me to take, helping me climb down as we walked over to the water.

Maggie stopped and sat in the grass.

“Sit with me.” She smiled up at me.

I nodded and sat down next to her, crossing my legs facing her.

“Lets talk.” “Dale asked you to do this didn’t he?” I asked looking down. “He mentioned that you weren’t talking to anyone.” She started. “He also said that you aren’t sleeping, what’s going on?” She asked. I sighed, looking down.

“I can’t sleep without Daryl.” I confessed. “And normally that’d be all but-“ “But?” “Ive been having nightmares.” I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Ive been having nightmares about the run, the collapse.” My cheat began to rise heavily.

“What happened?” Maggie asked, scooting closer to me, putting her hand on my back and rubbing circles. “After the collapse, after I got out..” I took a deep breath. “There was this man. He grabbed me, he had intentions, and I fought him and ran.”

I looked over to Maggie, to see her face had slightly fallen as I told the story.

“He caught up. Had me against a wall, he had his tongue on my face.” I shook my head in disgust. “If it weren’t for Glenn, it would’ve been worse.” I finished. “Glenn saved you?” Maggie asked, I nodded.

“Ive been having nightmares about what could’ve happened, and I can’t close my eyes without seeing him, without his breath invading my senses.”

“Glenn told me that there were others, talking about what they were going to do with me.” I closed my eyes. “(Y/n), I am so sorry.” “What are you sorry for?” “I practically asked you to go so Glenn wasn’t alone.” 

“Dont blame yourself for my own actions.” I paused looking into Maggies eyes, putting my hands on her shoulder.

“I’m okay Maggie, I went on my own accord and i’m glad that I went, because If I didn’t who knows, what could’ve happened to Glenn.” “I heard Rick and daddy talking about that, Thank you for saving him.” “I only did what I had to do.” I smiled softly as she shared a soft smile with me.

Maggie took a breath, looking over the water.

Birds in the distance, making the silence between the two of us bearable.

“Are you guys talking yet?” I asked.

Maggie shook her head, placing a hand over her forehead.

“He changed since he went to find daddy.” She began.

“When he came back he blames me for freezing, he says that I got into his head.”

“How did you get into his head?” “I told him I loved him.” She sighed.

“And do you?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Of course I do, but it was going so well. I just don’t know why it is like this.” “Because, Glenn didn’t have anyone before you, not in the group, he has to adapt to this.” I paused. “Just give him time.”

She nodded her head, smiling softly.

“Do you hear that?” Maggie asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder.

I looked at her confusedly, she held her hand up.

“Listen.”

I did what Maggie told me, and listened. The sound of hooves hitting the ground grew closer. Maggie stood, reaching down to help me up, looking in the direction of the hooves.

Through the trees, I could see a familiar light bay coat.

“Betsy?” I asked softly, looking at Maggie.

Betsy broke the tree line, and I stopped breathing when I realised that she wasn’t alone.

Daryl signalled for her to slow down, climbing down and walked towards me in a wrathful stride.

“What the hell was that?” He called, getting closer. “Huh?” He asked. “Daryl-“ Maggie tried to talk. “Nah, I ain’t here for you.” He shook his head, pointing to Maggie. “Get outta here.” He sneered at her.

“No, Im not leaving you with her.” Maggie argued. “Maggie, it’s okay.” I whispered, nodding my head.

She looked at me for a moment before sighing. “Fine. If you hurt her, I swear to god.” She muttered, getting in his face.

I watched as Maggie unhitched Nelly and climbed onto her.

Maggie’s face shared one last look of concern, before looking at me, nodding in acceptance as I nodded for her to go.

I looked over to Daryl who was watching Maggie ride off.

The air was thick with tension as his eyes averted to me.

Daryl began to pace, eyes not leaving me as he began to flatten the grass beneath his feet.

The silence was making my head hurt, my heart pounding against my chest as it filled with anxiety.

“Yell at me.” I shakily spoke.

Daryl looked at me, eyes hard.

“Yell at me, scream at me.” I nodded, pausing. “Just please say something, get it over with because I can’t handle the silence anymore Daryl.” I sighed, looking down at my wringing hands.

“What the hell are ya’ playing at?” He finally spoke. “Ya’ go out and almost get yourself killed? Now ya’ runnin’ off on the back of a horse with Maggie?” He spat, throwing his hands in the air. Daryl stopped pacing momentarily, staring at me.

“I didn’t know if ya’ were dead!” He yelled, moving closer to me. I looked up to meet his eyes, the eyes I fell in love with full of anger.

His eyes were watering, his jaw clenched as his chest continued to heavily rise and fall with each breath he took.

I reached out for him, placing my hand on his bicep. He snatched it from my touch as if it burnt him. I pulled my hand back, and crossed my arms, watching how he began to pace once more.

I moved to speak, but Daryl cut me off.

“I went looking for you!” “I went to the highway, you weren’t there! I drove into town, you weren’t there!” “I looked everywhere and you weren’t there!” He yelled as he pointed to the ground. “When I saw you in that car, I was relieved.” He paused. “Then I realised you were covered in shit.” “I thought you were almost dead!” He yelled.

“You’re angry.” I spoke calmly as he snapped his head around to look at me. “And I don’t blame you.” “When you’re out there, I get so worried, and I hate not knowing if you’re okay.” I paused. “Not knowing if you’ll come home.” “I should’ve told you.” I looked up.

Daryl’s eyes softened briefly, quickly returning to their angry glare.

“But I didn’t, I didn’t tell you because I know that you would have made me stay.” “If I had stayed here Daryl, Glenn could’ve died.” I finished. “And?” He scoffed as if it didn’t matter. “Really? ‘And?’” I asked, my blood slowly starting to simmer. “Glenn could’ve died out there!” “It wouldn’t have been you!” “If it weren’t for Glenn Daryl, I could’ve died!”

“If you didn’t go in the first place you would’ve been fine!” he yelled. “Glenn is our friend! He is our family Daryl!”  “He ain’t shit to me!” He yelled, pointing in the direction of the farm.

I raised my brow and scoffed, enraging Daryl more. I moved closer to Daryl, moving to poke him in the chest.

“If it weren’t for Glenn, Id be gone.” “I could’ve been dead on the street, or taken to their camp and god knows what else.” “If it weren’t for Glenn, Lori and Carl wouldn’t have Rick back.” “Glenn may not mean ‘shit’ to you, but he has done so much for this group. Myself included, and you..”

“I wasn’t going to let him go out there alone, if it was you going out there I would’ve done the exact same thing.” I made sure to look into his eyes as tears threatened to spill out of my own.

My heart felt as though it was going to explode through my chest, my stomach filled with anxiety as my tears began to slowly fall.

I took a step back and put a hand over my face, groaning as I tilted my head back. These dumbass hormones.

“You can be mad at me all you want, but I need you.” I looked at him. Daryl carefully watched me, concern instead of anger crossing his features.

“I am so tired.” My voice broke as I sighed. “I am a pregnant, hormonal, emotional wreck Daryl, you aren’t talking to me. I haven’t slept in two nights because I can’t sleep without you. Whenever I manage to close my eyes, I’m plagued by nightmares.” He took a step towards me, gently reaching out.

“I did what I thought was right.” I swallowed. “And im sorry.” My composure broke, tears cascading down my cheeks, sobs emitting from my chest.

I felt his chest crash against me and his arms wrapping around me as he buried his face into my hair, kissing the top of my head softly.

His arms gently squeezed me as I cried into his chest, my hands gripping the back of his shirt as I pulled him closer, terrified of the absence of his body.

“Shh, i got ya.” He mumbled against my hair. “Im sorry.” I sniffled into his chest, Daryls chin moving against my scalp as he shook his head no.

“Don’t.” He whispered.

I felt Daryl pull away, and I held on tighter.

“Come on.” He gently pushed me off of him, looking down at me, grabbing my hand and leading me to Betsy.

Without warning Daryl lifted me onto the horse, waiting for me to get comfortable, swinging my leg to straddle her.

Daryl lifted himself onto Betsy, his arms either side of me, his left hand resting on my stomach as he gently kissed behind my ear. His legs signalled for Betsy to move, and she began to walk back to the farm.

Maggie was pacing around the stables by the time we got back. Relief washing over her face when she saw the two of us.

A small smile washed over her face as she noticed where Daryls hand had been sitting.

As soon as Betsy stopped, Daryl climbed down, reaching up to lift me off of her.

Once my feet were planted on the ground, Daryl moved his hands from my hips.

“Ill unsaddle her.” Maggie spoke as Daryl moved to take Betsy inside. “Go.” She nodded to Daryl as she led Betsy into the stables.

Daryls hand reached down and grabbed mine, leading me to our tent.

I turned around to look at Maggie, mouthing a thank you to her, getting a nod in response. We walked past the others, making our way to our tent.

Daryl, pushed the fabric open, gently pulling me into the tent after him.

He let the fabric fall back down as me moved to lay on the bed, pulling me down to lay with him. His arms enveloped me, encasing me in his warmth.

I could feel his face in my neck as his placed soft kisses along the skin.

I turned around in his arms to face him, my hand moving the hair from his forehead as he looked down to my stomach, his fingers resting on my hip as his thumb stretched over my stomach, running over it.

He stayed silent, eyes glued to where his baby was being protected.

“Hey.” I whispered. “You okay?” I asked softly, moving a hand to his cheek.

He lightly pulled back, but relaxed into my touch, a soft smile on his lips.

His hand moved from my hip and pushed my shirt up, placing his hand flat against where the bump will be. 

He opened his mouth to speak, hesitating he closed it again and looked back down.

“Baby? What’s up?” I asked, slightly worried. I moved slightly, resting on my elbow as I looked at him. “Is something wrong?” I asked wearily.

He shook his head, his fingers tracing shapes over my stomach. “What’s it like?” He asked quietly, a small blush on his cheeks. “Being pregnant?“ I asked, searching his eyes.

He nodded slightly.

I smiled softly, motioning for him to lay back.

Daryl rolled over to lay on his back, his right arm resting behind his head as I cuddled into his side, my head resting on his left shoulder.

“It feels weird.” I spoke softly, my fingers tracing a pattern on his chest. He hummed, as his fingers ran circles on my arm.

“Im always emotional, I try to hide it most of the time because I don’t want to be annoying.” I chuckled.

“I miss you all of the time.” I blushed softly. “Although, I think that’s just a personal preference.” I chuckled softly.

“Im exhausted, but I can not stand not doing something.” I paused. “Im always nervous about Bean, about how they’re doing in there.” I admitted, my stomach fluttering as Daryl pulled me closer into his side.

“Its just crazy, to think that in here.” I moved my hand to rest over his hand that had stayed on my stomach.

“A baby, made from the best parts of us and love is growing into a little human.”

Daryl kept quiet as I spoke.

“I read that book the other day, just to check up on Bean’s growth.” “Bean is the size of a prune, Little bones are being formed. Bean even has a tiny little face.” I smiled up at him. 

Daryl was silent, just listening to every thing I say.

“Ill need support, a lot of it, I cant do this alone.” I whispered. “There are a few things that you’ll enjoy about my pregnancy.”

I was waiting for a response, Daryls shallow breaths filling the tent. I moved my head slightly to look up.

Daryl had fallen asleep, his mouth partially open as soft snores emitted from him.

I smiled softly and snuggled closer into him. “That’s some information I’ll have to tell you tomorrow.” I chuckled to myself.

My eyes watched the shadows of the branches on the roof of the tent, my eyelids beginning to droop as I softly yawned.

Daryl in his sleep state, once again pulled me closer to him, wrapping both arms around me and sighing as he drifted into a more deep sleep.

My eyes closed as I listened to the steady beat of Daryl’s heart.

My mind, my body finally letting me fall into a sleep.

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First i wanna say i really like all your analysis and theories because you put so much effort into them and im really gratful we have someone like you who like i said again have wonderful theories that make so much sense so please i have a question for you regarding a certain well...very dragged topic so if you wouldnt like to awswer i will totally understand it just i wanted to hear YOUR opinion because i really do appreciate your analysis of snk anyway my question is regarding erehisu...not i dislike it but its just im so tired can isayama make em or eh canon already so this clownery end...BUT i really do believe eremika will be the endgame because of all the proof that we have in the manga but people tend to make it as if its a crack ship ugh...what do you think hisu's final role will be? What do you think eren awswered her? Though i dont believe hisu's question meant any romantic undertones what do you make out of her question to eren?

Hi anon!!

Thank you for your kind words T.T

Well... the question focuses on my opinion on which ship has more chances to become canon, right?

I’ve spent some time thinking about my answer to this question, how I could go direct to the point while giving enough arguments to defend my opinion. Prepare yourself because I couldn’t and this will be very long. Sorry...

1. Eren’s characterization + romance

First of all, there is a very important point about Eren that shipers (even me sometimes) forget. A friend that loves and understand Eren the most pointed this many times when I was starting to forget about it... I dare to say that nobody surpasses her understanding of his characterization.

Eren isn’t a romantic person. We all have to keep in mind that his priorities aren’t the priorities a normal person would have. He is like Rick from Casablanca. There’s the duty and then dreams and then, maybe, romantic love (If we take for granted that he knows what it is). Erwin loved Marie but he had a priority. (There’s me finding more similarities between Erwin and Eren). Eren’s current development is more about his mission than a romantic one. Although he plays with romance, he does it while being blatantly blind about it.

Eren got caught in the middle of his normal development from a child that gets annoyed by romance and has some kind of allergy against cheesy moments (for ex. in ch. 3 with Franz and Hannah) to a teenager that blooms to feel romantic love as something important and unavoidable. It’s normal for kids. But Eren hasn’t a normal life. There was always something more important than learning how to love, be loved and express it openly. It’s not that he isn’t able to love, more likely the opposite. He knows how to love and he has his own ways to do it... but the way the world is restricted his possibilities to live a different life. Even in the way EMA never got to communicate properly most of the times. Communication runs sometimes as a question, a statement and no back question (for ex. ch. 3). Eren asked about Mikasa’s reasons to follow him, about Armin’s reasons, where he threw that line about his death being meaningless. Nobody said anything, neither Mikasa nor Eren reacted stating the opposite. They usually don’t have the time nor oportunity to talk or even think about essential topics as feelings of love or labeling their feelings.

Given Eren’s lack of experience and maturity that we could see until Marley arc. Is it even possible that he developed a carnal relationship with Historia before going to Marley? No. No, because it would contradict somehow his characterization. Eren is depicted exactly as someone that took this decision because he lost every single deep bond that would have stopped him. This lack of understanding brought him to this point. The lack of value he places on life and a comfortable life with friends and family.

2. The baby

The whole baby plot point is from my perspective just about the curse and a new generation (maybe) free from being SoY but just normal human beings.

Historia choosing this way was also the safest way to oppose her destiny... strategically speaking. She could trick everyone without being called openly a traitor. So I’m agree with you. Her question wasn’t romantic.

3. The father and his meaning

The father is, as I pointed out once in my Twitter acc., the farmer. My reasons are that there is a meaning behind his existence. He was a boy that dared Historia to break the rules and stop being submissive. He is aligned with Historia’s current role as someone who stopped being the good girl that follows stupid and detrimental rules in disregard of her own life. He is also a man that decided to redeem himself by helping her with the orphanage without trying to get her attention at all. Being a normal person who enjoys a normal life and also redemption. I’m not saying necessarily that it’s about love, but he isn’t just a nobody. He holds a deep, positive meaning for the story. Isayama pairs usually a sinner and an “innocent”: Annie and Armin, Eren and Mikasa, Erwin and Levi, Ymir and Krista, Historia and the Farmer. Eren and Historia are the current sinners on the matter that both chose the rumbling... let’s say.

Why this kind of pairing? Because one has to contribute to the improvement of the other. Two sinners (with the same crime and perspective) can’t help each other. It’s opposition what will bring them to overcome their weaknesses.

4. Development of the couples

That being said, Eren and Mikasa as pair are in the focus. Isayama went through 10 years of development of most of the pairs to build up a support for EreMika. He build parallels with YumiHisu and Falbi and gave us hints to understand EM better. The vow he made to her was probably one of those moments when he started to be romantic without noticing.

5. Eren and Historia: their moments

EH interactions are, conversely, of other nature. Both feel related about the point of carrying a big burden. While Eren has to save humanity fighting, Historia has the role of a founder who has to assure humanity’s survival by having children and keeping the royal family alive. Both want to be free from that burden and end up being “partners in crime” by betraying everyone. I’m missing the romantic interactions to be very honest. It’s because Eren is so self-focused that he anchors here when someone who is alone and having the same problems and feelings appears. But... where did the fandom start to see something between them?

Two moments. The moment when he said “she is admirable” and the moment when he insisted to spare her life. That obsession that is so tricky to even be explained.

The first one made a difference between how Eren acknowledges Historia’s attributes and disregards Mikasa’s. The fandom uses this to point out that Eren likes Historia more. Well, no. His relationship towards Mikasa was characterized by jealousy. He won’t admit anything.

Regarding his “obsession” to save her... this started when he knew the existence of Eren Krüger, his thoughts and the whole story about Dina. It wasn’t before that. We must also admit that Historia’s safety was related to more characters than just Eren. Since the very beginning, her safety was conveniently displayed by Frieda, Ymir and Reiner, what makes me believe that her destiny was to give birth to this baby (aka. plot armor). Her role is to avoid becoming a titan by her own choice, that’s her arc. With Krüger we also knew the importance of a royal: they can give birth to more convenient instruments for war. Knowing that he was devoted to the mission, I believe that Eren is being influenced by him (I want to highlight the word “influenced” as something different to manipulated). So this is all related to the mission and the final outcome about Ymir, the curse, the power and the baby. Eren partly wants to grant her the chance to choose, but he also pushes her to do so based on part of her desires because of the mission as he did with Grisha.

Add here the fact that Historia was prepared to sacrifice his life at the cave if it was needed. That shows her priorities.

A lot of EH shippers claim that she saved him. Regarding her role as savior, I’m more objective and skeptical. She spared his life, but emotionally speaking, she didn’t really save him. The proof is that he was still low, thinking that he was a nobody. Carla’s words were the message with enough impact to relieve him and make him open himself to Armin and Mikasa and tell them about his sorrows. This shows the difference on the impact on him when it comes to Historia and when it comes to Carla... this happens again in ch. 131. He thinks about his mother instead of Historia who was the one reproving his plan. To me, Historia is his friend and inspired him to fight just for his sake against the system and rebel those who are over him and oppressing him. But his soft side is related to Carla, Armin and Mikasa: his family and those, who appreciate his life over his fate and urge of freedom and to be acknowledged.

Bonus: when Eren told Historia that she saved him was more like “You chose this path once and I’m sorry. I’ll be starting the rumbling and you contributed”. Historia’s face to that looks like this: “Oh no...I fucked up”. It doesn’t look like “Oh no... I don’t regret saving you because I love you and I can’t live without you”. On the contrary, that’s when she realizes that she was part of this since the beginning and that by saving him, she chose to let the rumbling happen once in the past. Then she goes along with the plan for her own reasons and because she hasn’t better options to choose either.

Summary:

Eren didn’t develop as a romantic person yet nor prioritized romantic love over his mission. It goes against a previous explicit development of EH before the trip to Marley. The farmer has a positive meaning as the father. EM is more developed and shows romantic undertones and common tropes. EH hasn’t romantic undertones and it’s more related to the mission to save the eldians.

So... that was it. Sorry again for the length and thank you for the ask!

[shhh-no-ones-home]

green looks good on you  vinny mauro x reader

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Request from @gardenjungle : "If you are taking requests, I would LOVE if you could do an imagine where the reader has a ton in common with Chris (likes hockey and Harry Potter, is a vegan, etc...) so they’re super close, and Vinny is super upset about it because he likes her sooo much and “Chris gets all the girls” ??? Vinny gets no love and you’re one of the only people who writes about him often. I’d also love if you could get a little sexy action in there"

Ngl this is like 1600+ words and i wrote it in like twenty minutes and loved every minute of it. i really hope you like it! i didnt end up adding anything ‘sexy’ but its pretty gratifying to say the least lol.

Song: gold by sleeping with sirens

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @ryansitkowskiswifey @joeybarber @thisplace-ishaunted

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i rocked back into the couch, laughing at what chris had said. he was sat next to me, very comfortably, as we chatted amongst ourselves. we had been very close friends for a very long time and i was over the moon that he'd invited me to travel with them for this tour as the videographer. not only did i get to expand my portfolio but i also got to connect with my best friend and his band.

"okay but do you remember that one fall at the orchard when you tripped on that apple and ended up face first in the dirt?"

he laughed out and i sent him a shocked expression.

"i thought we agreed to never bring that up!"

i protested, the other guys around us sort of laughing along, them only half paying attention as they played a new video game. their focus was above our heads.

"but it was hilarious. i looked up for a split second and BAM! there you went."

he said loudly, being a little more expressive at the 'bam.' i shook my head at him.

"okay then, if we are ratting each other out about stupid shit weve done,what about that one time you got your hand stuck in the Christmas tree ties on your dads car?"

i said matter-of-factly. his eyes got wide.

"hey! that was an accident and you know it. we couldve taken my whole arm off!"

he said in his defense.

"i thought it was hilarious."

i said sternly back, smiling widely at him. he stuck his tongue out at me, a notion i gladly mirrored. then he grabbed me around the shoulders, pulling me to him. i screamed at the sudden motion, looking to vinny and rick who were sitting across from us for some guidance but they were to into the game.

"you two are too much."

ricky laughed out, looking at ryan for a second as he walked by. chris pulled me closer before licking a stripe up my face.

"ew!"

i said pulling away from him and wiping his saliva off of my face.

"asshole!"

i said, grabbing his face and blowing raspberries into his cheek. he laughed incredulously, pushing me away from him.

"youre nasty."

he said mimicking my notion and wiping his face. i punched his arm lightly before swinging my legs into his lap, him holding them there and looking down at me endearingly.

"so are you."

i said back, shaking my head at him, nose scrunched.

"you know you love me."

he said, bringing his face closer to mine.

"well yeah."

i said back, squinting at him.

"i think im done for tonight."

vinny said suddenly, pausing the game. ricky sent him a look like 'wtf?' and watched him stand.

"im gonna go get some air."

he said and we all watched him walk off the bus.

"that was weird right?"

i asked and they all nodded. i had a good few chances to talk to vinny since tour had started and he seemed like a really cool guy. someone id be lucky to call a close friend by the time tour was over if not something more. part of me felt bad, like chris and i really where too much for him to handle in that moment. but this was how we always were. we practically survived our teens years together, losing touch for a bit but inevitably going back to the way things where when we found each other back.

"you guys mind if i go out there too?"

i asked and they all sort of shrugged at me, chris letting my legs go so i could stand. as i did i leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

"dont miss me while im gone."

i joked and he rolled his eyes at me.

"of course not."

i laughed a little bit as i descended down the stairs, pushing the door open and seeing vinny leaning against the bus.

"you okay?"

i asked softly, walking to him and rubbing my hands together. i had sort of forgotten how cold it had got. it was late fall after all but the bus was so warm and inviting i didnt even think about grabbing a jacket before leaving. i half shivered as i walked closer, his face being illuminated by the street lights outside the venue.

"uh yeah, everything's great."

he said a little condescendingly, kicking his foot into the gravel under him.

"im sorry if we were too much, i guess when we get together we have a tendency to overshare and its not for everyone. but i suppose thats what you get when youre comfortable with someone the way we are."

i tried to defend to him and he let out a short sigh-laugh.

"its no big deal, you guys really like each other. its cool."

i smiled.

"yeah, hes my best friend."

vinny nodded once.

"how long have you guys been together? i dont recall him ever talking about you before."

i drew my brows.

"together?"

i asked and he seemed just as confused as i was.

"look i get it, chris gets all the girls, being the front man and all."

he seemed a little jealous.

"but i dont think he ever mentioned you before tour started and then one day he told us about some girl coming on to film us. but clearly you guys are close so do you have like a, i dont know, like a open relationship type thing?"

i laughed a little bit.

"you think chris and i are dating?"

he half shrugged.

"well yeah, its kinda obvious."

i shook my head and took his hand in mine.

"vinny i can assure you that chris and i are just friends. if anything hes like the brother i never asked for nor wanted but got anyways. but life just does that sometimes."

he looked down at our connected hands and let go of me promptly.

"i guess it just doesnt seem like that."

he said a little hurt. i sighed and leaned against the bus next to him.

"it would be kind of weird to bring it up to him but i like someone else in this band, if you wanted to know."

i said, looking at him a little hopeful he was picking up what i was putting down.

"oh."

he said sadly. i sighed, i guess not.

"yeah, hes super cool, and nice, and ive really enjoyed connecting with him."

i shivered as the wind blew and he finally looked over at me.

"are you cold?"

he asked, ignoring what i had just said. i nodded a little bit, crossing my arms over my chest.

"just a little bit but i ll be fine."

he shook his head at me.

"no way, here."

he said taking his jacket off. at least he had long sleeves on. he placed his jacket over my shoulders, pulling it together in the front.

"thanks vin."

i said as we both returned to our positions against the bus.

"would your new dream guy do that?"

he half joked, i could still hear the venom in his voice. he was absolutely jealous. i thought it was funny because now he was jealous of himself.

"actually yeah."

he scoffed, hiking his foot up on the side of the bus.

"great."

he said looking away from me. i stepped closer and nudged him.

"he would because he just did."

he looked at me and drew his brows together.

"wait you mean?"

he asked, his face turning to that of shock. i nodded.

"god, yes. vin ive had a crush on you since i got here."

i laughed out.

"i didnt think you would like me back and then i realized just now that that was utter bullshit."

he half smiled.

"and whys that?"

he asked a little cocky.

"you were jealous of chris and that has only happened to me a handful of times in my life. once in highschool when my boyfriend said he would break up with me if i didnt stop hanging out with him. once when i graduated college and my then boyfriend accused me of sleeping with him. and right now."

he looked down a little ashamed.

"yeah i guess that wasnt fair of me to do. i just figured since you guys hit it off so fast that you were into him."

i laughed a little bit.

"dont get me wrong i love him with my whole being, but seeing someone go through puberty just does something to your vision of them ya know?"

i asked and he laughed back, nodding.

"okay, well if you really are into me, would it be stepping to far to ask you out?"

he said hopefully and i grinned widely at him.

"i would love that vin."

he sent me a tired smile in the dim street lights.

"may i also be so bold as to ask if i could kiss you?"

i let out a nervous laugh. i was really gonna let that happen huh? i nodded.

"id like that a lot vin."

he stepped closer to me slowly, placing his hand gently against my cheek, running his thumb over it. his hands were rough and calloused from playing the drums so long but i didnt mind. it kind of felt nice. he looked deep into my eyes before leaning down and capturing my lips in his. all of a sudden it felt like home, like this was it, the thing id wanted for so long and never found. his other hand made its way to my waist as he deepend the kiss. i sighed into him, practically melting against his mouth like chocolate left outside in the sun on a hot day. when he pulled away he rested his forehead against mine and smiled like an idiot, one i gladly returned.

"fucking finally."

i heard from behind me, the bus door clicking closed. both of us turned to look, seeing ricky and chris standing there grinning from ear to ear. i had a mad blush splayed across my face now and was thankful that the light was behind me so it would be harder to see.

"how long have you been standing there?"

i demanded, walking to chris and punching his arm. he laughed in pain as he rubbed his arm.

"long enough to see the sparks fly."

he teased, pushing me back. i rolled my eyes at him.

"get your ass back in the bus."

i said opening the door and escorting him back inside. he made kissy noises at me as rick followed him up the stairs. i shook my head and turned around, jumping a little bit at vinnys presence behind me.

"rick had kind of been waiting for that for a while."

he said, looking up at the now closed door. i raised a a brow.

"oh?"

i asked and he sent me a bashful smile, scratching the back of his neck lightly.

"ive been crushing over you for a while too. and being jealous of chris just as long, rick's been pushing me to say something. i guess it just took one last little push."

he shamefully laughed out.

"at least now we're on the same page."

i said before standing on my tip toes and bringing him down to kiss me again, both of his hands going to my waist.

"now come on, im still cold and the bus is much warmer."

i joked and he nodded along.

"agreed."

[freakygirlie]

Walker- 1x04 ~spoilers~

I know i’ve said this a dozen times...but Walker just keeps getting better and better and better! With every. single. episode. I loved everything about this episode so much and again! Jared live-tweeting it was the best!!! I watched this episode at 3 am lats night again help.

~spoilers~ last warning!!!

OK SO CRDIREZ BEAUTY EPISODE!!! YES! I loved loved loved loved the development of their friendship in this episode SO MUCH! 

First scene Cordirez and them badass rangers catching bad guys together YES!!! Walker trying to find out Micki’s middle name is so cute pls. 

I really enjoyed the case they worked here as well. It was both deep and emotional and that twist! YEPPPP SIGN ME UP.

THE BAR SCENE WITH WALKER AND MICKI. AGAIN THEIR FRIENDSHIP! The episode title fit so well here and I’m glad Micki and Walker have really reached a good understanding on a friend and partner level. THEY\RE THE CUTEST PLEASE I LOVE THEM. 

‘‘walker where’s my drink’‘ ok every word micki and cordell exchanged with each other was the best??? 

WALKER AND HIS KIDS AND BROTHER UNPACKING TOGETHER!!! I asolutely adore their relatioship. AUGUST IN THAT BLUE HAIR AND SUNGLASSES DHJHHF AUGUST I FUCKING LOVE YOU CAN I ADOPT YOU.

I really adored the tiny exchange between Stella and Walker. Speaks volumes of how much they’ve progressed since the pilot. Walker and Stella’s dynamic I ADORE so seeing them at really good terms is just beautiful.

Annnddd now August is being the rebellious kid. 

I’m glad they brought up Belle’s case here as well bc i thought they’d completely overshadowed it. STELLA AND BELLE ARE SO CUTE! I WANT SO MUCH MORE OF THEM

OK NOW IK I SHIP CORDIREZ TOO BUT I SHIP TRICKI TOO. GOD.

They are so so so CUTE WITH EACH OTHER AND TREY IS JUST THE BEST I LOVE HIMMMM. 

Micki is such an epic artist??? HOLY SHIT GIRL HOW MUCH TALENT DO YOU HAVE HIDDEN IN THERE.

Micki and Walker working the case ‘off the books’! YES PARTNERS IN CRIME. or well soving crime. i didn’t like monty shaw too much anyways...idk bad vibes. WALKER DEFENDING MICKI AND SAYING SHE CAN FEND FOR HERSELF. I COMBUSTED.

THE CORPSE LADY WAS THE SAME ONE FROM SUPERNATURAL’S NIGHTMARE 1X14. HOLY SHIT.

*sigh* The Harlan Family. Classic Rich People.

‘‘can we keep this one off the books’‘ ‘‘OFF THE BOOKS???’‘ ‘‘are you kidding me off the books is my middle name. Just kidding it’s Beauregard what’s yours’‘ HHAHAH NICE TRY WALKER I LAUGHED SO HARD THEY’RE ADORABLE.

Cordell Beauregard Walker- such a fucking handful!

THE INTERROGATION SCENE. WHEN THAT GIRL WINKED AT WALKER AND HE JUST FLINCHED AND TURNED AROUND LMAO. WALKER WHAT HAVENT U HAD PPL HIT ON U BEFORE.

‘‘You got it ranger rick!’‘ PLSJJCDDFJFD. ‘‘that was so satisfying’‘ same micki same.

‘MICHELLE FLORIANA’‘ WOW??? I LOVE IT.

ALSO MUSKRAT! ADORABLE SO ADORABLE I WANT CORDELL TO CALL MICKI MUSKRAT ALL THE DAMN TIME.

‘‘on a scale from micki to muskrat where am i’‘ ‘‘floriana’‘ THAT LOOK THO.  HSHSHSHS DONT WORRY WALKER YOU’LL GET THERE.

-I love how this show is really taking the time to address the difficulties someone like Micki- A Female Latina would go through- the sexism, blatant disrespect and disregard. Micki’s character is also something that’s very well written and acted(Lindsey ily) and portrayed extremely well. One of my favorite things about Walker is how he really trusts Micki, views her as an equal, and wants to earn her trust, not demand it. It’s perfect(cordirez breakdown time). Micki is also slowly letting her fences down around him and it’s a huge and very delightful to see step. I love and adore their friendship and chemistry so much. 

MICKI SPEAKING IN SPANISH IS AN OFFICIAL TURN ON FOR ME BYE.

ALL OF THEM SOLVING THE CASE TOGETHER!!! NOT JUST CORDIREZ BUT TREY TOO! WALKER AND TREY MEETING TOGETHER WHEN.

Trey is such an amazing boyfriend truly! THE TOWEL ON HIS SHOULDERS DJSFDJFD AND AH THE COMIC MICKI DREW??/ ADORABLE. Also love how encouraging and supportive Trey is. The men in this show are the best.

LIAM AND WALKER SCENE. I love their dynamic too and i wanna see moreee. Also more micki and liam scenes yes please.

‘‘thanks brother very supportive’‘ i sobbed when he called him brother. i just. *screams*

Ok so Abby and Bonham really had a bad falling out huh. Abby was in an affair with someone who still misses her??? Damn, can’t wait to see how this one progresses. ALSO WALKER FINDING THAT LETTER FROM GARY TO ABBY IN THE BASEMENT I FREAKEDDD,

THE ADDRESS. ON THE LETTER. IS THE SAME. AS THE LOCATION. OF JENSEN’S BREWERY. THE SAME BREWERY. WHO’S FIRST KEG OF BEER. WAS GIVEN TO JARED. BY JENSEN. ON HIS BIRTHDAY. HELP. HELP. HELP. NOT ME HAVING A J2 BREAKDOWN IN THE MIDST OF A WALKER EP AT 5 AM IN THE MORNING.

Aight so August and Ruby is a biG NO OK. Like idk idk idk just idk.

WALKER HAD AN AFFAIR(after emily so ok but still) WITH SOMEONE ELSE WHILE UNDERCOVER??? WAS IT JUST UNDERCOVER OR REAL??? I NEED ANSWERS STAT.

THE PHONE THAT WALKER HAD. ONE OF THE CONTACTS WAS WINCHESTER AUTO. W I N C H E S T E R  A U T O. Jensen coming to the show owning this shop and Walker going to him to get his car fixed when Jared Padalecki.

MICKI AND CORDELL(AND TREY!) SOLVING THE CASE TOGETHER!!!

‘‘micki gives a play by play of the security footage’‘ ‘‘we’re watching the same thing micki’‘ *bitchface* PLS I LOVE THEM.

Holy shit Mrs. Harlan having an affair with Monty??? ENZO BEING BOB’S SON??? HOT DAMN THE CASE CONTINUES. Again. LOVE THE WORK/FAMILY BALANCE.

OK OK SO THE SCENE IN WHICH MICKI AND WALKER CONFRONT SHAW AND THE LOOKS THEY GIVE EACH OTHER BEFORE MICKI GETS IN THE CAR WITH SHAW WHEN THE MUSIC STARTS PLAYING!!! YES. YES. MY SOULFOOD.

I loved the way they worked it out. Phonecall, recording everything, THEM PARTNERING AND WORKING IT OUT SO BEAUTIFULLY I NEED SO MANY MORE CORDIREZ CENTRIC EPS YALL DONT EVEN KNOW.

‘‘walker! bulldog it!!’‘ HSHJDSHDSJ YES.

PLS I SCREAMED WHEN SHAW PULLED THE GUN ON MICKI.

BUT SHE IS SUCH A FUCKING QUEEN BADASS I LOVE HER.

Success!!!! The Micki and Walker and Larry scene at the end was so cute! I like how they’re actually invested in their jobs and want to do good it’s so heartwarming.

WALKER CALLING TREY TO FIND OUT MICKI’S FAV THINGS!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! Also I genuinely love that Trey wasn’t weirded out by it or jealous or anything.  Can’t wait to see them interact I NEED IT!.

‘‘thanks for believing in me’‘ ‘‘i didnt. i trusted you.’’ HELP STOP MY FEELS.

‘‘thanks beau’‘ don’t mention it flor’‘ I DIED I DIED I DIED. MICKI AND WALKER I LOVE YOU. JKSJD MICKI WARMING UP TO THE MIDDLE NAME. THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS THE BEST.

That last scene with Walker and his mom was so touching. Walker’s relationship with his parents is so sweet. His mom hugging him and comforting him when Walker said he missed emily so much *cries* I just wanna hold him please. 

August being worried for his father’s happiness I JUST. YOU SWEET BOY. I really think messaging Twyla was a baaaaddd move though.

WALKER AND AUGUST SELFIE. The way Walker so easily just picked his son and brought him to him, made him family photographer and that scene. THE BEST. 

I genuinely don’t think anything happened between Twyla and Walker. But we’ll have to see.

oKAY SO. Captain James??? It’s just an on and off thing. Do I trust him? Do i don’t? Why did he take those surveillance vids out??? I trust Liam with it and i’m glad he’s looking into it and all. Hopefully it doesn’t backfire badly. I have a very bad feeling that James had something to do with Emily’s death.

THAT STELLA AND BELLE INTERACTION. SO CUTE. Stella giving that jar of jame to try and make up and Belle being all cute and funny I love them. For a sec i was so scared Belle might yell at her but I’m very happy to see that they’re going strong despite all the circumstances- Belle’s parent’s deportation.

ALSO TREVOR IS SO HOT??? I like him and Stella they’re cute. Stella so obviously has a huge crush on him and they ride horses so well together. HHAHAHAH THAT DANCE STELLA DID WHEN HE FOLLOWED HER ON INSTA. SO RELATABLE.

The last Tricki scene mY HEART. ‘’you wanted a hero so you drew one. then you became one’’ Micki is going to be such an inspiration I love her. And the way they interacted, Trey getting a job!!! And Micki’s excitement, THEIR HUG!!! ‘’hugging is one of my superpowers’’ TREY BARNETT I LOVE YOU.

THAT LAST SCENE WHY LEAVE IT LIKE THIS. WHAT IS HAPPENING WHY DOES WALKER OR DUKE APPARENTLY HAVE TO GO BACK.

Anyways! As you can see the entire episode was so enjoyable and I loved it. The best part of this was definitely the Cordirez friendship development and i cannot wait to see where it goes from here!

Speculation/Thoughts for Episode 5:- So it’s for sure that Walker is going back undercover as Duke who’s a baseball...person? Idk he was wearing a baseball hat so :) Walker’s past is now very much mixed in with his present and I AM SCARED. What he’s doing is yet to be revealed but Tywla is coming back and that will just. mess. things. up. The scene in which Walker is yelling at August GOD SO NOT READY FOR THAT. It feels like him and his kids might go back to how they were before. I really don’t want that to happen. Also why am I expecting a major cliffhanger. 

HEY BUT THERE’S SHIRTLESS WALKER AND! MICKI RIDING THAT MECHANICAL HORSE IN A BAR OR SMTH AND MORE INSIGHT INTO WHAT TREY IS DOING SO IM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THAT.

And it’s going on hiatus. Idk how to deal with that. :(

[kuragin]

its definitely not my place to be fashioning critiques of rick’s blog posts and tweets defending his writing, but i dont feel entirely comfortable continuing to blog about his series without acknowledging the harm that his work has had on bipoc and the current statements hes making. i dont want to be silent on the matter, but im coming from a place of privilege where its easy for me to be able to walk away from these situations as it is not something that i live or experience. listen to the people that criticize how his characters and stories have hurt them. i dont want to invalidate my followers + mutuals by pretending that im just doing this performatively and carrying on as usual so for now im suspending making/reblogging casual pjo posts. 

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Why having a strong dad is IMPORTANT. Every girl needs a strong daddy in their life ❤️ good book. p.s DONT FUCKING BE A DEAD BEAT

this was a good read:

Chapter 1 – You Are the Most Important Man in Her Life

I’ve said this before, but scary. I am also the most important man in my wife’s life, but she was able to make a conscious decision to choose me. Not my girls, they are simply stuck with me!

Meg states that in her practice she has seen many young girls doing terribly unhealthy things to see if their fathers will notice. Young girls crave a father’s attention and love.

Dad’s don’t need to change who they are to be great dads. They need to invest in the relationship and understand what the world is telling your daughters through TV, the internet and their friends. Your job is to protect them from the ugliness that is out there and they naturally look to you to do that.

Next, Meg shares some scary statistics. Here are a few:

What is taught in sex ed. It is ridiculous. Make sure you understand what your school teaches.

One in five Americans over age twelve tests positive for genital herpes.

9% of girls fourteen to seventeen years old experience unwanted sex, primarily because they fear their boyfriends will get angry.

5% of high school girls have had sad, hopeless feelings for longer than 2 weeks. Many physicians call this clinical depression.

6% of Caucasian, 20.7% of Hispanic and 12.4% of African American females have made suicide plans in the last year.

8% of high school students drank alcohol before the age of thirteen.

7% of high school students have used some form of cocaine.

Kids spend 6.5 hours per day watching media of some form.

Kids with TVs in their bedrooms watch 1.5 hours more TV than kids who do not have TVs in their bedrooms. I’m sure this stat would hold true for smartphones.

Meg goes on to cite numerous statistics about how families can win the war against media through strong relationships with their kids. We can win this fight!

Chapter 2 – She Needs a Hero

Despite whatever outward impression she gives, your daughter’ life is centered on discovering what you like about her and what you want from her. She cannot feel good about herself until she knows you feel good about her. She does not want to see you as her equal. She wants you to be her hero. Someone stronger, steadier and smarter than she is.

The only way you will alienate your daughter is by losing her respect by failing to lead or failing to protect her. If you fail to meet her needs, she will find someone who will. That is where all the trouble can begin.

One of the best things you can do as a father is to raise your daughters’ expectations about life. Let her know that she is God’s masterpiece and that she will do great things in this life.

Deep down, we all want authority and rules in our life. We may instinctively want to buck authority, but when our world starts to fall apart, we run to the person who is that authority in our life.

Meg also suggests putting your expectations for your children in writing, now – while they are young. Teenagers are excellent at tangling your thinking. Write down your rules now. Laminate them, carve then into stone

Chapter 3 – You are Her First Love

You are her first love. You have other loves in your life, but she does not. Every man who enters into her life will be compared to you. If you have a good relationship with her and her mom, she will choose boyfriends who will treat her well.

Always be positive. Admire her deep, intrinsic qualities. Always keep the bar high. She will live up to the standards you set.

As she grows older, don’t assume she is capable of making good decisions. Protect her so she is in a safe place to make poor decisions – kids always will make bad decisions. It is how they learn. Enforce curfew. Girls with a curfew know that someone cares and is waiting up for them at home.

Pay attention. Listen closely. It takes time and patience, but it will build bonds that will last a lifetime. Start daddy-daughter times when they are young and stick with it. Teenagers need you more than at any other time in their life.

If you stay with her, look at her and keep listening to her she will always come back for more. She will feel more attractive and rightfully assume that boys that don’t want to be with her have a problem (because you are smarter and wiser than they are). This is a very good thing.

Chapter 4 – Teach Her Humility

“Humility is not thinking less of ourselves, it is thinking of ourselves less.” – C.S. Lewis

“It is not about you.” – the first sentence of The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren.

Humility is hard and it must be modeled. It is the starting point for every other virtue. Humility means having a proper perspective on ourselves, of seeing ourselves as we really are. It also means knowing that every person has equal worth.

Take pride in her accomplishments, but don’t go overboard. Always recognize the accomplishments of her peers as well.

Make sure that she knows that her accomplishments do not define her. Her maker already did that. Trying to define ourselves with accomplishments and stuff is a never ending trap. Give her a firm foundation of who she is in God and it will serve her well forever.

Don’t let the world revolve around her.

Chapter 5 – Protect Her, Defend Her (and use a shotgun if necessary)

Let her know that she is beautiful.

Hug her. It is that important to her. Tell her you love her and how precious she is.

Every boy that dates your daughter needs to know he is responsible to you.

Be aware of the mixed messages she will receive about sex from school. Make sure that your message is the final word on the subject.

She might hate you for this in the short term, but she will thank you for protecting her and she will tell you that sooner than you might expect.

Chapter 6 – Pragmatism and Grit: Two of Your Greatest Assets

It’s OK.

Men are pragmatists. They look for solutions – often when our wives and daughters only want to be heard. Don’t negate listening, but your family needs your pragmatism, your realism, your solutions.

Daughters can become only one of two types of women; princesses or pioneer women. Praise the Lord he brought me a pioneer woman to marry. That gives our girls a much greater chance at becoming pioneers themselves.

Princesses believe they deserve a better life and expect others to serve them. Pioneers know that their hard work is how they achieve improvement in their lives. They are in charge of their own happiness.

You must teach your daughter to be a pioneer. The other option is not good and can lead to a host of bad decisions later – like marrying for money and stability.

Grit – Your family needs and deserves your best. As men, we often use up the best of us at work and have little left for home. That is not acceptable. We must get our heads right and game faces on for the job (the most important job) that waits for us when we walk in the door to our homes.

Divorce – It is the central problem that has created a generation of young adults who are at higher risk for chaotic relationships, sexually transmitted diseases and confusion about life’s purpose.

Don’t get confused and believe that going to church will keep your family together. Turns out the divorce rate in the church is about equal to that of the non-church going world. You must live out your faith at home and fight to keep your family together.

When your life nears its end your family will be your greatest accomplishment, not any businesses or buildings you may have built.

Chapter 7 – Be the Man You Want Her to Marry

Think about the standards you’d like your daughter’s future husband to meet. Pretty high, right? Do you live up to those same high standards?

It’s tough medicine to swallow, but we likely have higher standards for our daughter’s future husbands than we maintain for ourselves as husbands to their mothers. We’ve got a ton of great excuses. Work is so hard, I have so little time for me, blah, blah…

Are you always patient and kind? Are you an encourager? One day you will be walking her down the aisle to marry a man that will be very much like you. It is the way women are made. They are drawn to what they know.

Show your daughter that your relationship with your family is more important than possessions and expensive vacations. Make the family your priority.

It is a great strength to live knowing that if you lost every material possession, you would still have a life worth living!

Let her know that you will disappoint her. You’ll try very hard not to, but you will. You are human.

Chapter 9 – Teach Her to Fight

Women are emotional. This is truer for teenagers. They have emotions and impulses that must be kept in check or bad decisions will be made. As the Dad, you can help her make good decisions and make bad decisions safely through your direction and authority.

You understand how to battle impulses. You’ve won some battles and probably lost plenty. Your daughter does not know how to battle her impulses yet. That is why she needs you to make her life a safe place to learn these hard lessons.

Choose your battles carefully. Never budge on honesty, integrity, courage and humility. You can let a lot of the other stuff go.

Your daughter’s brain and her capacity for rational thought will not be fully developed until her late teens or early twenties. This is when she needs you most. Don’t get her to 16 years old and assume she is fully qualified to make great decisions.

Chapter 10 – Keep Her Connected

You, Dad, are the most important person in your daughter’s life. Keeping your family together and spending time together as a family is what will help your children avoid the traps in life (sex, drugs, alcohol, gangs). It has been proven time after time. Families that stay together have more successful kids.

Give your kids experiences. Hang out with them, have fun and be a great example. Get away from all the screens, get outdoors, have adventures, have conversations.

Hopefully, this book will help. Maybe this quick summary will encourage more dads to read the actual book (you really must – it is that good).

To all you Dads, fight the good fight.

[madamwhisper]

I need you (Part 2)

Warning; Attempted Suicide, suicidal, Self harm, despression, Negan.

A Negan x reader fanfiction. Where the read is suffering heavily with her depression. I have not reached season 7 personally so some things will not follow the walking dead guide line. As I know Daryl was taken away by Negan and some what returned… I think XD just dont be angry when I end up twisting the walking dead plot to fit the Fanfic…..

Part 1

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She continued to scream, tears running down her cheeks as her body shook. Before another burst of energy escaped her. Her head had hit something solid. A chest of one of the males. [y/n] Didnt know wither it was Daryl, Rick or if possible Negan. But at that moment she didnt care. The warmth that wrapped around her, sent her into a full security. [y/n] didnt know how long she had been cooed within the man's arms. Until one of them spoke up. It was Negan. His voice was faint, meaning he wasnt the one hugging her. "This little flower is coming back with me" His voice boomed, it wasnt a question but a demand. "Like hell she is" Another voice perked up; Daryl's and thats when [y/n] realise. The arms she was within was Rick's. "[y/n] Aint going no where. She is staying here" Shifting her head, she saw Daryl inches away from Negan. Both of them standing toe to toe. A grim look sitting on the hunter's lips as Negan held a pleasing smile. Tears still wetting her cheeks, and poor Rick's shirt. They both continued to watch the scene. "Hey, look... No one is going anywhere" The ex-officer spoke up. That was when Negan's body arched back in his signature stance. "Well. I'll be damned. Do you both have a little crush on this sweet fucking ass?" That toothy grin appeared as his eyes scouted from one guy to the other. That was when he worked out who actually had that 'little crush'. Negan's eyes landed on the red neck, a huge laugh escaped him. "Look at you big fella. Have you petted that pretty little pussy yet?" Daryl had to hold back at wanting to punch the man in his face. Not to ruin whatever this relansionship with the man was. Not wanting to put Rick, himself and definitely [y/n] in any kind of trouble. "Oooh she's untouched!"   "Just shut up!" [y/n] voice echoed through the room. Causing all men to stand still, all eyes upon her. "Just shut the hell up" [y/n] roared once again, her body pushing from Rick as she stormed out the room and out of the hospital.

Tears continuing to leak from her ears and drowning her cheeks. She couldnt process what was happening. Why would any one find her attractive. Her ex-boyfriends always threw her to the curb once that had their fill. Only to start dating again a week after. She was just a door mat, someone to take advantage of. [Y/N] could not believe her ears after listening to that weird conversation. Negan wanting to take her away. But Rick and Daryl fighting to keep her.  And those words after. Daryl? Having a crush on her. Like hell. That man could have anyone he wants. [y/n] was pretty sure Carol was his main choice. [y/n] didnt notice how long she had been running or where she turned up. Until she began to hear Sasha's voice echo down to her. "[y/n] are you okay?" She called out, bringing her out of her daydream. Moving her head to look around. [y/n] noticed she was surrounded by Negan's men. All of them just looking at her with confusion. Dwight heading her way, but before he could even open his mouth to attempt to flirt. That booming voice was back. "Don't even think it Dwight, that pussy is mine" Negan made his way towards the group and vans. Following behind him Daryl and Rick; both looking very defended. "Wait.... No!" [y/n] voice roared again, her body rushing towards both Daryl and Rick to ask question. To remain in safety. But before she could even reach them. Her body was swung into an embrace and not a comfortable one either. The man known as Simon had gotten hold of her. Orders from the big guy himself. He held her with both his arms around her waist. Holding her back with out an issue as she struggled against him.

It wasn't long before she was placed within the front seats of the van, her body tied loosely to keep her from escaping a moving vehicle. Sitting next to her was Negan, his hand perfectly on the wheel. [y/n] dared not to say another word. Worried it would harm her family back in Alexandria. Letting herself to get taken away by a man that was probably willing to kill her, if she disobeyed him. The travel was long, [y/n] believed they were about half way there. She began to move uncomfortably within her seat. Twitching her hands wanting to release some pain from the rope. "Negan... Can you untie me?" Her voice was quiet, scared he will deny her request. But he just simple smiled at her. Without missing a beat, eyes still on the road. Negan pulled out one of his knife. Motioning her to come closer so he could cut the rope. "My many apologises baby doll. I just couldnt have you staying there." "But that was my home" [y/n] answered back, rubbing the bandaged that sat around her wrist. Afraid it might have re-opened the wounds. "I was safe...." Her voice turned to a whisper. But it didnt stop Negan from showing some concern. To him having her taken away from that environment, away from 'Rick the prick' and the red neck. Was the right thing to do. In the back he had all her personal belongings from the home she shared with another.  However the big man couldnt show any of that remorse he had. He had to remain that big bad wolf in all this; until he can get her within his private quarters. Away from the Saviours, his wives and the others. That was what Negan planned to do. Settle her down, speak to her. Showing her why he has done all this. But right now in the van, Negan could only move a hand to hold one of her. Entangling their fingers together, surprised [y/n] actually let him.

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text sentence meme, as stolen from my groupchat with sophie and sam

[text] I will do my best to survive this trial for you, my love [text] i had like 22 shots of different alcohols in the span of about 15 minutes once [text] i may be a hodgepodge but i still have a detailed ingredient list [text] poor wriggly sucker got shot [text] thrift stores and ragstock sustain me [text] i just remember sitting down and thinking “oh this isn’t so bad” and then i turned my head and the world took 5 seconds to catch up with me [text] I went to a rich ass college I had margaritas at frat parties [text] I’m having many emotions abt ur tuna salad sandwich [text] i haven’t been able to eat mangoes since like... hooooo boy... second grade? [text] one time i was like 'oh yes i shall try this tangerine lacroix' BUT IT WAS NOT! IT WAS FUCKING COCONUT! I WAS BETRAYED! I HAD TO DRINK THE SMELL OF SUNSCREEN [text] i don’t think he'll murder her but he's gross so ya never know [text] date for money all u want but if u dating a sociopath and he kills you? bitch? u shoulda known better [text] good afternoon let's have a good cry [text] turns out that the restaurant scene in The Godfather was spoiled for me, frame by frame, by a French rap music video [text] bye im gonna go turn into moss [text] im glad u are able to keep up the appearance of nonfoolery [text] no serotonin? apply funfetti cupcakes and ghosts [text] that gives me a yet-unnamed emotion [text] WHEN I WAS A KID I HAD A HUGE STUFFED CATERPILLAR THAT WAS GENUINELY LONGER THAN I WAS TALL AND HE LAID ON THE BOTTOM BUNK AND PROTECTED ME FROM MONSTERS BC THEY COULDNT CLIMB TO THE TOP BUNK WHEN HE WAS THERE BC HE DEFENDED THE LADDER [text] I require a cat STAT [text] literally in the middle of maths i just whispered under my breathe "oh no it’s sexism" [text] polka is the only genre that is bad all the time [text] teach me italian please. i need "your eyes are beautiful" and "yes i would love to have sex with you in that alleyway over there" [text] i genuinely don't know if i should take being called daddy as a compliment or not [text] i wade through rivers of blood to find shiny rocks every one hundred feet [text] the deal is I call him and he comes over. sometimes it’s for sex. sometimes it’s for murder. we’ll see [text] i have a video of me failing to blow out a candle [text] I’m the human version of puppies that trip over their own ears when they run [text] spoken like a true demon adapting to human life well done [text] i aspire to be as enchantingly ominous as u [text] men r gross i want to date a girl w long hair i can braid [text] I don’t know how to tell how old kids are. they’re all small [text] i also disowned my dad when i was like 2 bc he wouldn't play w me [text] she is trying to slow me down but i can't be stopped [text] a bow and arrow are not knives [text] you know I love you but I hate you [text] I have never done a single non lights off socks on military position true love sex act in my life [text] in case u were wondering what kind of person i am, i just went to an office and then kept going bc i saw the door was closed and i didn't want to knock [text] you Lit Yourself On Fire?????? [text] i can't believe pandora rick rolled you [text] im literally just going to sleep now so dont judge me when i dont respond for another 8 hours [text] this is the timeline god abandoned [text] i will drown a city in my sobs and then you will understand what betrayal looks like [text] i am humbled and homo’d