#beth greene headcanons

[witchthewriter]

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

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

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

Warnings: swears (I like swearing)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

��𝑭𝑾🌿  

𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧

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

・One of those businesses full of gemstones 

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

・Each section had its name and meaning written underneath 

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

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

     “Fucking perfect,” you said chuckling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Thank you,” she whispered and kissed your cheek

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

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

・When it was done, Beth ran to show you

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・That felt like a shot to the heart for Rick

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

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

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥

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

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

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

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

    “For you,” was all you said 

・King of “Huh?” 

・Didn’t want to take it at first

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

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

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

・It took only that, because he did take it

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

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

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

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

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・Her response was so tender

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

    “Oh it’s lovely-” 

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

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

・She scoffed and lightly whacked your arm

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・You shrugged and explained. 

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

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

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

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

[bambidixon]

"Omg Daryl Dixon is so close off he never talks" WRONG.

Daryl Dixon might come off as quiet, but he actually loves sharing his little stories when he thinks someone could learn from them or feel better. Like, when he talks about getting lost in the woods for days with no one looking for him, I know it's a way to let us know him but also, he does it to give hope while they’re looking for Sophia. Then when he opens up to Carl about his mom to help him feel understood and give him a chance to talk about his feelings, that was so special sharing such a vulnerable part of himself for the sake of the other it's beautiful. With Beth, he shares some stuff about living with Merle to show her that she doesn’t have to change; she’s already better than he is. And when they're searching for Connie’s sister, he tells Connie about Merle to cheer her up a bit even with the language barrier which makes it more important, because he is really trying.

Daryl has been through a lot of tough stuff, and it feels like he’s trying to make that pain mean something by passing on what he’s learned. It’s like he’s saying, “I went through this for a reason, and now I’ve got some knowledge to share I have to make all this damage good game.” These little moments show how selfless he is and how much he really cares. From the start, these details reveal who he truly is.

HE WAS NEVER A LONE WOLF BY DECISION, HE WAS NEVER MEAN AND MOST DEFINITELY HE WASN'T MERLE DIXON

[tardisdeancas]

headcanon that Judith pretends not to know how to braid her hair just so that she can ask Daryl to do it for her and spend time with her

[paledarklight]

I want Beth as a bratty sassy little girl, like her at 2-3 is crying because Maggie won't play dolls or let her get into her makeup bag in her room and take her lipstick so she's crying and she going to Maggie and Maggie thinks Beth is going to put her head in her lap but she bites her with her little teeth and then runs off.

If Daryl and Beth ever have kids and they have girls he will think that they're craziness comes from him, Maggie will have to inform him , " no Beth was a brat as a baby"

Beth : 😨🥺🥺🥺me?

@gneebee

@galadrieljones @bethgreeneprevails

@sasusc

[carlgrimesloverr]

modern!carl grimes hc

summary : what do i think carl grimes would be like if he was alive with no apocalypse

trigger warning : shit head carl ig?

word count : 180

i just wanted to apologize for this bullshit i got depressed over carls death 💀

had a large collection of nerf guns growing up (would shoot at the neighborhood kids)

his nerf guns were taken from him eventually when parents started complaining to lori (who then had to talk to rick and shane about talking to carl about the dangers of guns)

loves cats [the 2019 abomination] unironically

hates targets that don’t have starbucks in them (only likes target for starbies)

is a walmart over target guy

finds zombie movies to be dumb and make no sense (screams at the screen when characters die due to stupidity)

is a physical education and science kid (would be failing every other class if not for auntie beth who every teacher loves)

hasn’t read a book that wasn’t a comic book since second grade

marvel over dc for movies but dc over marvel for comics

would bite kids 💀

tells judith santa claus isn’t real from the beginning (she was like 4. she sobbed.)

terrified of chuck-e-cheese (michonne takes him as punishment for telling judith santa isn’t real)

was a fnaf kid growing up

was a boy-scout

flaunts being the sheriffs son (everyone hates him for it)

keeps a list on the fridge of his aunts + uncles ranked favorite to least favorite (it changes weekly)

gets into fights weekly with ron at school (teachers have stopped trying to pull them apart it happens too often)

[minks-country-club]

I literally cannot stop thinking about Carl, Daryl, Lydia and Jesus being in an alt rock band called "The Walking Dead" (with the occasional Magna for an extra musician and Rick sometimes playing the acoustic guitar, depending on the song.)

Alpha and Negan dated for a while but because of Alphas toxicity, Negan took Lydia and started a new life with her as his step-daughter. She's never been happier.

They started a new school where Negan had connections with Jesus who was the music teacher. Negan became the schools Gym teacher and encouraged Lydia to join the music club where she'd play bass guitar.

That's where she met Carl, who plays the drums. And it just took off from there.

Jesus knew Daryl, an electric guitarist, but who was also dating Rick and Carl's step-dad.

And so, with Jesus on the piano, Carl a drummer, and Lydia and Daryl on guitar, they formed a band. Daryl doing most of the vocals and being backed by the others, mainly Carl. Lydia liked to sing along but was never one to do it solo.

Friends and family would sometimes go into the garage to attend their little concerts. If it was a slower, sweeter, country song, family friends Maggie and Beth would do vocals. Even Rick on his guitar would sing along with them.

It's just so fucking perfect.

[heroicintention]

@wexarethewalkingxdead asked 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ! (for the walking dead muses!!)

1. Which of your muses is the best at cooking? Negan is the best, followed closely by Carl— though he’s more… the best at making things edible. Negan has the most actual culinary skills. He had time to practice after he quit his gig with the school and started taking care of Lucille full time, and he’s figured more out in this post apocalyptic hell hole. Carl, on the other hand, grew up with parents that couldn’t cook worth shit… and then had to deal with eating whatever was available. Due to this, he’s found ways to make things far better than they ought to be. With more availability to supplies, though, he has learned to cook… and is the main meal maker for his family. Aside from these two— Beth is fairly good with simple dishes and baking. Rick and Lizzie are, to put it kindly, hopeless in a kitchen.

4. Which of your muses is more likely to eat something even if it has fallen on a dirty floor? Honestly, all of them would at this point— though Negan wouldn’t if others were around despite his disgust towards wasting things. Lizzie would eat something that fell onto a dirty floor most readily and with no hesitance.

7. Which of them is more likely to suffer from insomnia? Carl suffers from constant insomnia and it definitely shows. He’s incredibly antsy already but it ramps up when he’s tired. Rick and Negan have both suffered on and off from the condition, though Negan less so. Lizzie hasn’t dealt with it, and Beth handles stress with fatigue.

10. Which of your muses doesn't drink at all / drink the least? Lizzie doesn’t drink. She doesn’t exactly have the oppurtunity nor does she have any interest, really. Her lifestyle necessitates vigilance.

12. Which of your muses has the highest "body count" when it comes to sleeping around? Negan easily, though Lizzie isn’t exactly shy when she wants something. Rick has only ever been with Lori— though some assume he’s been intimate with quite a few women that he’s crossed paths with… Carl and Beth both remain virgins.

13. Which of your muses is the most talkative? Negan and Lizzie tie for this spot. Negan is naturally talkative and always has been. He’s an extrovert and an asshole (proudly) that likes to show off. Running his mouth is a hobby— he finds himself funny and doesn’t see why he shouldn’t entertain himself. Lizzie, on the other hand, is silent the majority of the time due to who she stays with… however, outside of the whisperers, if someone speaks to her? They’ll be hard pressed to shut her up. She desperately craves attention.

16. Which of them is the shiest / less outgoing? Carl. Though it’s less shy and more just… not wanting to talk. He doesn’t have an urge for closeness with people and doesn’t like small talk. In fact, he tends to get grouchy when he’s made to overexert socially.

18. Which of your muses is the worst sore loser? Negan. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. He despises losing and will often shift things in his favor. Lizzie is also a bad loser, and can act incredibly childish about it.

22. Which of your muses is the romantic at heart? Beth and Rick are both incredibly romantic, though both of them are a bit jaded by it. Beth, though, is far easier to crack.

23. Which one of them is the most cynical? Carl. He’s had all of his beliefs dug up, crushed, and scattered. While he wants to believe in people and says he does… he feels very much like he has to do things himself. While he loves and trusts his father, he remembers the time after his mother died that he was alone and all the times his father left him to do things ‘for the good of the group.’ He says he understands, and in a way he does. But his view of relationships and things like fatherhood are disillusioned. As long as he lives in this world he’s incredibly certain of one thing— he’ll never do anything that’ll lead to more mouths to feed.

25. Which of them is the most likely to endanger their life for a stranger?

Strangely, it’s Carl who’s become more willing to endanger himself for a stranger. Rick, understanding his children’s need for him, has stopped taking on unnecessary risk and only does so when he can calculate it’ll end in his favor. Carl, whoever, can be far more reckless with his life… but it honestly would depend on his mood.

[starlitenights]

Walking Dead Starbucks orders pt 2

Michonne: Grande mocha with blonde espresso, in winter she gets a peppermint mocha

Maggie: Grande iced white mocha no whip add vanilla sweet cream cold foam. Sometimes she gets a white mocha frap

Beth: She likes a strawberry refresher but her go too is actually a custom tea latte. Peach tranquility tea, no liquid cane, substitute honey blend with steamed coconut milk (cause it’s a tea latte duh)

Hershel: he’s not picky, whatever coffee is freshest and just one sugar please

[deerntheheadlights]

Do you have any head canons about little things Beth and Daryl might have done off screen to help each other out at the prison? They’re both always so elbow deep in keeping Team Family running in that era, you know?

Of course!

Beth and Daryl take turns taking Judith for the night.

In fact, Daryl helps so much with Judith that newcomers think she's their daughter, not Rick's.

Beth makes all of the lists for all of the runs, partially because her handwriting is more legible, but mostly because she's got her finger on the pulse of the prison.

Daryl runs every plan past Beth before he takes it to the council

Imagine Daryl sitting on the floor in the library while Beth rocks the baby talking through a run, pointing out locations and routes on maps.

Beth is often the one to remind Daryl that he is only human, after all, and has to take a break every once in a while.

Anytime anyone, Woodbury resident or new person alike, even implies that Beth doesn't pull her weight around the prison, Daryl goes off on them.

Beth learns how to fight, how to shoot, how to be as tough as she knows she is.

Daryl learns how to be okay with softness.

[bbmbabyh20]

beth green's top spotify artists of the year:

1. Emily kinney

2. taylor swift (until 1989 era)

3. lana del rey

4. kelsie ballerini

5. beyonce

i think beth would also enjoy Paramore and Oliva Rodrigo. while her favorite genre is country/folk she loves a good beyonce jam (her favs are love on top and irreplaceable) she also of course had a one direction phase

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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[ghostboneswrites2]

My Reading List:

Daryl Dixon

This is a masterlist of some of my favorite works by other writers on tumblr! Features, one shots, drabbles, headcanons, etc. Anything reader x daryl that I enjoyed a lot. Will constantly update as I find more.

To the authors whose work is linked here: I wasn't sure if I should tag you or if that would be rude or annoying plz lmk if tagging is not preferred and I will remove your tag and leave it as just the link!

2 Batteries Away (mildly angsty smut) - by @pirateprincessblog

Wha's up there? (funny little convo) - by @celtic-crossbow

She's alrigh' (another funny little convo. This author is great with these) - by @celtic-crossbow

Can you flip me on my back? (smutty drabble that made me die) - by @dixonzzgirl

Dog headcannons (omg?? this was geniusly adorable????) - by @dixonzzgirl

Sins and Honey Flavored Sweetness (smutty one shot) - by @scudslut

Long Before (long, smutty, beautifully written reader!greene x Daryl) - by @ladywuvly

When Skies are Gray (we only have the first chapter so far but I'm already hooked) - by @optimist-pine

The World Keeps Getting Hotter (Daryl fears death for the first time, because of you) - by @celtic-crossbow

Older and Older Pt 2 (first fic is younger reader tormenting Daryl with her suggestiveness, second is the smutty payoff for his suffering) - by @d1xonss

Love me, love my cat (Daryl isn’t a cat guy but he doesn’t have a damn choice) by - @spectacular-skywalker

Best Served Cold (Walsh!Reader gets revenge on cheating fiancé with Daryl) - by @gutsby

Afterglow (a lovely Bethyl where Beth survived and ends up in the CRM) - by @galadrieljones

Failed to Protect You (a sad self insert but worth the tears) - by @on-twd-writing

Sleeveless (suggestive & lusty little one shot) - by @fluffy-dixon

Get Off My Back (angsty and cute) - by @metanoiahh

Shane’s Girl (ongoing Walsh!Reader x Daryl Dixon) - by @wannabespacesmuggler

“You’re so, so, so pretty.” (drunk!daryl fluff) - by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Take me High and I’ll Sing (Daryl overworking himself like the stubborn princess he is) - by @celtic-crossbow

The Fair (very sad but very good!) - by @xoxo-sarah

There Ain’t No God Here (spicy breath play smut) - by @darylbae

[bambidixon]

No one would ever truly understand the vulnerability he showed to Beth, how, for perhaps the first time in his life, he allowed himself to be nurtured, comforted, and held while he was hurting. Her kindness gave him a safe space, letting him feel comfortable enough to be himself and lower his guard. It’s so beautiful to see him being protective, caring, and even a little silly without worrying about others watching. No one will ever understand how this was Daryl discovering that vulnerability is a strength in itself, and that kindness is something worth holding on to, rather than just clinging to bitterness. It's so beautiful to see how she showed him the way of the path he decided to follow.

“What changed your mind?”

[angelyuji]

yandere rick sanchez headcanons

(obviously very ooc… like im taking his worst characteristics and turning the dial to 100)

cw // spoilers for literally the entire show, noncon, stalking, kidnapping, torture, being kept like a pet, drugging

18+

RAUEIA:ADOBAIDHJO?S{DH*}

canonically big dick like i need him BAD

guys im so in love with this old fucker

season 1+2 rick would definitely just keep you around for sex

the only reason he hasn’t gotten rid of you is cuz you’re a “good fuck”

literally treats you like an object or a cute little pet

“e-eat.” rick places a plate on a table he brought for you. he moves away to type on some computer. all you remember is a green portal in your room and a man you had never met dragging you out of bed. the room you were in was filled with computers and equipment. he didn’t bother to tie you up.

you don’t move, hearing your silence, rick turns to look at you. he burps, “i-i-i bring you some food out of the goodness of my h-heart and you’re not going to eat it?” you don’t answer. “s-s-stupid fucking b-bitch.” he moves over to grab you by the hair and pulls you closer to the table. “eat the fucking food.” you scream, your scalp searing in pain, as he shoves your face onto the table.

s1+2 rick kinda feels like the type to peer-pressure you into a drinking or doing drugs because he can

like he’d definitely force you to some alien drugs just cuz he can or cuz you’re not as resistant when you’re high off your balls

but season 3 and onward??? oh he’s so obsessed with you

let me explain this personality change

by season 3, rick is starting to care for his family so if you meet him after the whole federation prisoner arc of his, he’s more of like a clingy wet cat vibe… like imagine wisp the cat…. guys i lowkey cooked with that comparison

he’s allowed himself to care for his family (even sometimes jerry)

so when he meets you, this sweet, kind, beautiful person. he wants to protect you. he wants to keep you safe from all the shit that happens to the people in his life

constantly checks on you, calling and texting you daily. he always tries to play it off as a butt-dial

‘sdas’ you’re at work when your phone buzzes as rick’s text comes through. you look at the gibberish, roll your eyes, and continue working. 15 minutes later, a green portal flashes open next to you. everyone jumps in surprise, looking at the portal as rick walks through. “why didn’t you text me back?” rick grabs your arm, looking pissed. you look around, embarrassed.

you lower your voice to a hush, “you texted me gibberish? what exactly was i supposed to text back?” his grip on your bicep tightens and you wince.

“i-it was an accident, but y-you didn’t text back and i was worried.” rick starts to pull you into the portal, but you stand your ground.

“rick, i’m working. you have to go.” rick’s face darkens at your words, but he lets go when your coworker comes up to you.

“is everything alright?” she looks concerned and alarmed at rick’s appearance, and he rolls his eyes.

“(y/n) here, didn’t answer my text so i got worried.” rick pulls you into a tight hug and whispers into your ear, “next time, text me back.”

builds you a bunch of stuff to keep you safe like a chip that insta-kills anyone that it detects to be bothering you

that first week of meeting you, he had broken into your house at night and planted a tracker in your skin when you were sleeping, so he knows where you are at all times

during the whole killing rick-prime arc, he was so scared that you would get hurt or prime would come after you

he didn’t want to lose you like how he lost diane and beth :(

“baby, come on, it’s for your safety.” rick pleads as you slam your hands against the force field.

“SO YOU TRAP ME IN A CAGE????” you scream as rick presses a hand against the wall.

“it-it’s just for your protection, baby, i can’t lose you too.”

“FUCK YOU, RICK. I SWEAR WHEN YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE, WE’RE DONE.” you wouldn’t stop screaming at him. morty watches, uncomfortably.

“are-are you sure this is okay, rick?” rick’s face is unreadable as he registers your words.

“it-it’s fine, morty. i just won’t ever let them out.”

rick also seems like the type to have a breeding kink, but like with the no kids yk (this mf does NOT want more kids) (especially after the whole ghia incident)

like he doesn’t use condoms and he doesn’t pull out, because he likes marking you as his from the inside.

he would definitely have a marking kink like hickeys, love bites, collars, anything that shows the world that you’re taken by him

rick’s hands caress you as you struggle in your bonds.

“i’m sorry, baby, so so-sorry.” he buries his head in your shoulder, sucking at your nape. his hands start to pull at your pants and you struggle harder. he pulls away from your neck to leave wet kisses down your chest, “i know, i know, i’m sorry, sweetie. you just looks so cute, so sw-sweet. it’s really not my fault.”

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ wild at heart ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ rick grimes x greene!reader headcanons

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ as the middle greene sister, you possessed the fierce loyalty of maggie, the eldest, tempered by the gentle quietude of beth, the youngest. the bond between the greene sisters was as thick as the bark of an oak tree, strong and enduring. though you welcomed a few close friends into your life, it was in the company of maggie and beth that you discovered solace and understanding, a sanctuary from the world. you and beth being the daughters of your father’s second wife made no difference to maggie, all that mattered was that you were flesh and blood, a greene.

╰┈➤ when the outbreak began, your world unraveled. acquaintances and friends went missing or left the georgia countryside, resources were scarce and so your focus on your education was abandoned for the sake of your family, you could not leave your father’s farm, it wasn’t safe, despite your father’s belief in that a cure could be found. your days were spent hauling haystacks and knelt over the rich soil, your skin burning beneath the scorching rays of the sun.

╰┈➤ it had been a peaceful morning when he arrived, a man stained in his dying son’s blood and blue eyes clouded with terror. you were drinking chamomile tea on the porch with maggie when your brother-in-law, otis, came rushing, gasping for air, yelling that a boy had been accidentally shot in the chest and needed medical treatment. maggie would go find your father, you would go help the man with his son. he said nothing then as you took the pallid boy in your arms, you would briefly look into the eyes of the man. his gaze and the distress etched onto his white face told of the love he bore for his young son.

╰┈➤ you would not learn his name until later that night, the man was rick grimes, once a sheriff from a nearby county. in the spare room where the boy had been laid for your father to deal with the bullet shards in his chest, rick had been sat by his son’s side since he arrived. with his head hung low and skin drained dry of color, he would speak to you as you inserted the needle into the crook of his elbow for the blood transfusion. “when will your father begin with the operation?” rick slurred out. he had given far more than the safe amount of blood, you would not answer his question concerning the procedure as you were unsure and didn’t want to worry him any further, but you would warn him about the danger of donating more blood. as weak as he was, rick shook his head and stuck his arm out for the next transfusion, stating that carl was his son, his life was worth little without his family.

╰┈➤ when shane broke the news that otis was mauled by walkers on the mission to retrieve the necessary supplies to save carl’s life, you broke down in tears. maggie was left distraught and left the farmhouse to grieve on the porch, beth locked herself in her bedroom and wept all night, you would go on to assist in the bullet fragment removal in spite of your anguish, you had responsibilities that could not be forgotten in the name of misery. rick would come find you after the operation had been completed successfully, “i’m sorry about otis, he was a good man.” the grave weight of his tone left no doubt of his sincerity. you thanked him for kindness and expressed that you were simply grateful otis had not died in vain, but to save a child’s life.

╰┈➤ life returned to its more mundane state, only it was not only her family present, but rick grimes and the entirety of his group, living half a mile or so from the family farm. you had met some of them, but it was rick grimes who caught your interest. he was a true southern man, family-oriented and self-righteous in his beliefs, but you didn’t find that to be an unappealing characteristic. you were coming to realize that in dire times such as these, honor was something humanity desperately needed to cling onto.

╰┈➤ maggie knew you as if you were the palm of her hand, she would tease you endlessly for your little crush on the former sheriff. flustered, you would retort by bringing up her growing relationship with glenn rhee, to which maggie would toss an apple at you for your mockery. you were somewhat ashamed and tried your best to keep your affection for rick buried in your heart, as not only was he two decades your senior, but he was married to a woman named lori and had a young child. though there were times when you questioned how happy his relationship with his wife was, but you figured it was your fascination with him that clouded your judgment.

╰┈➤ you tried your best to push aside your feelings for rick, but days turned into weeks, and your sentiments toward him only became more serious. you were shy around him, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor which was lively and friendly. rick would go on to jest, saying, “you’re as quiet as a damn mouse.” the mirth in his eyes meant he was only joking, but your father would overhear this conversation in passing. when rick left to go deal with personal matters, your father would stop you, warning you that you should stay away from rick grimes. when you argued that he was a good man and your relationship with him was innocuous, your father shook his head, telling you they would have to leave sooner or later, he was responsible for his family, not for these strangers who indulged in their strained resources. you would accuse your father of being inhumane, of essentially sending them away to die, and would refuse to speak to him the rest of the day.

╰┈➤ you would come to find out that because of a botched plan to secretly meet between maggie and glenn your father’s secret barn harboring walkers was discovered by rick and his group. rick’s so-called best friend, shane, demanded with a great deal of aggression that all the walkers be slaughtered for everyone’s safety, but these were your friends and family. your father had explained these people were merely ailing, and that once he found a way to treat them, they would return to their previous state, a notion you were becoming to doubt. yet, you still held to a sliver of hope that your mother and your brother could be saved. rick came to confront you about this revelation when you were returning from the chicken coop, “you knew the entire time? and you didn’t say anything?” the question angered you, and for the first time since he had arrived, you were not so enamored by his charm. you answered that your father knew his best how to handle his affairs and went about your daily routine of chores, but you would be distracted as you picked root vegetables and swept the kitchen floor.

╰┈➤ it was the next morning you woke to the sound of gunfire and wailing, terrified, you hastily pull on your leather boots and head outside to find your father’s barn full of walkers, its old wood tattered by bullets and the rotten corpses of family and friends left on the gritty dirt. shane walsh had decided to take matters into his own hands and kill every walker in the barn. you collapsed seeing beth cradling your mother’s barely recognizable corpse. rick would rush to get you to your feet, trying desperately to reassure you, but you pushed him aside and crawled to your sister’s side. when your mother’s corpse began to twitch and her jaw hung open, growling, she reached out to grip beth with thin claws, rick would raise his pistol and shoot her in the head. you then came to grasp what a walker truly was, they were not alive nor sick, that creature who attempted to kill your sister was not your mother, your mother was dead, your brother was dead, the corpses you saw were a monstrous husk of what your loved ones once were.

╰┈➤ your father would disappear from the farm, presumably to return to alcohol to cope, and beth was left in a catatonic state. you stayed in the farmhouse, isolating yourself as you tried to come to terms with what had occurred. it was later that evening when there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door, you were surprised to open it and reveal a rather fatigued rick grimes, standing there with a furrowed brow and a slight frown. he asked if he could come inside and you let him in. you donned only a lace nightgown that fell right below your knee and your long hair was worn loose, tumbling about your shoulders. “i wanted to say how sorry i am for what went down today. i might have been wary about the barn situation, but what shane did… that was no way to handle this.” you were silent for a minute, then told him that he was right about the walkers, they weren’t sick, they weren’t alive, and you couldn’t comprehend how her father didn’t know that. you questioned if he was perhaps in denial, unable to deal with his wife and son’s passing. rick was uncertain himself, but assured you that regardless of any mistakes your father made, he loved you and your sisters dearly. with tears welling in your eyes, rick would instinctively pull you in for an embrace in an attempt to console you, an act that was unexpected, but not unwelcome by any means.

╰┈➤ when he pulled away, you bid him farewell and wished him a good night, kissing him lightly on the cheek before he left. he smiled at you, “i’ll have your father back at home before dawn.” his gaze lingering on you before he headed for the doorway. maggie happened to come to check on you as rick left, he acknowledged her with a nod and headed for the staircase. your sister cast you a harsh glare, saying while she trusted you and rick, you should be cautious in such treacherous times, that others might not see their relationship as so innocent, especially his wife. you didn’t say anything, maggie gave you one last bit of advice before leaving, “don’t let a married man in your room at night.”

a/n: i apologize if this was a little light on the romance, however if you guys to do wish to see multiple parts i promise there would definitely be more between rick and the greene sister! let me know if you want to see a certain era such as the prison arc or alexandria arc, i chose the greene farm for the setting as season two is my personal favorite from the walking dead. i also write for many other the walking dead characters so be sure to check out my masterlist and let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[carlgrimesloverr]

if carl grimes was alive in 2023, he’d use memes like:

and he’d use them unironically. like he’d post them to his instagram story so often that enid would violently rip his phone from his hands and scold him. rick and michonne would be so confused when they’d see some dumb like:

and they’d have to ask glenn (who’d have to ask maggie, who would have to ask beth [who might possibly have to ask noah]) what carl means by that.

that’s all.

goodnight.