#chris manawa is not dead

[johnmurphysgirl]

Thinking bout the time I got a cameo from Lorenzo Henrie and he used Victorian British bc of my name.

Love that man.

[clementinecalls]

[juneblogs]

mister idgaf

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE CHRIS MANAWA HEADCANONS (ftwd)

because i have to process his death somehow

literally no one asked but i'm doing this anyway; chris was instantly my favourite character after the riot, i might try and write yandere headcanons for all the characters i take a liking to after their death. (just so i can say they didn't die and are off yandereing somewhere 🤡)

out of all the characters (so far: s3 e1) chris has the most yandere potential, by a landslide. honestly it doesn't matter if he knew his darling before everything went to shit or if he met them along the way, either way, they're the only person he feels a sense of kinship with, the only person that understands him.

• what might of been a fondness, or a crush, develops into a consuming obsession as chris adapts to the new way of the world. his darling could have joined the group at LA, on the sea, at abigails villa or maybe they heard the car crash and came running to help, chris probably thinks they're extra weight on the group, why is his dad so soft hearted that they're letting a stranger join them? of course he'll feel bad once he realises they have no one else.

• the progression of developing obsessive thoughts about his darling to going full blown yandere is both gradual and alarmingly sudden: maybe his darling followed him and travis and then saved him from the bromigos (derek, brandon) putting him down.

• but unlike other yandere's, his darling has to "not look at him like he's disgusting" (your own words, christopher), they have to stay with him, and not condemn his actions as travis had.

• now they're the only person he has left, and what had been a festering obsession slowly growing as he became more violent, suddenly blows up; if he weren't injured, he'd surely drag his darling back to the farm and lock them far away from what was left of the world.

• either way, his darling will have to make their way back to the farm with him in order for him to heal. it was just him and his darling as far as chris was concerned. his father left him so easily, no one else would waste their time on someone as useless and injured as he now was, if his darling hadn't taken down brandon and derek, they would have without hesitation.

• initially, when it's just him and his darling, chris is a self sabotage kind of yandere. he pushes them away, tells them to leave him to die there; it's what they want to do, they just don't have the guts to do it.

• honestly his darling's compassion is what got them into this mess, through all his aggression and outbursts they don't abandon him when they know his leg is never going to return to how it was; he'll always be a burden on their back. he tells them this, but they still stay with him.

• the only one's who matter to him are himself and his darling, he's desperate for his injury to heal so he can stop being such a deadweight. chris hates the look of exhaustion they have after hunting for food and supplies, securing the farm from walkers and hostile survivors, they're doing it all for him and all he can do is lay there.

• it's chris's need to not be seen as a damaged child by his darling that fuels his obsession, the months they spend providing for him he fantasises about regaining his mobility, and shooting their leg so they become fully reliant on him.

• but chris would never let them fully heal, he's too afraid of coming across other survivors, his darling having other options. his fear of them leaving gets better but it never goes away.

• he's a controlling yandere, even with his injury, his darling can't leave the room without him interrogating them, where are you going? how long will you be? why are you going?! it's absolutely exhausting for his darling, but they probably brush it off as him being terrified of being left alone to die, he's got no one but them so why wouldn't he panic when they have to go out.

• whether chris's darling is younger or older than him, they'll feel responsible for him. but don't go acting all parental, darling, if for a moment he feels like they see him as a kid, he'll explode "THERE IS ONLY ALIVE AND DEAD IN THIS WORLD, STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD" but by no means does this mean he doesn't want them to tuck him in before he goes to sleep, or coddle him throughout the healing process, he's a bit of a tsun-yan, but once his leg heals, and he feels like less of a burden, the outbursts will stop.

• chris is beyond possessive, he takes down all the old pictures of the suarez family just so he can be the only person they see. he doesn't hesitate for a moment in putting down other survivors that approach the farm, he takes some sort of sick joy in knowing he's keeping someone to himself for once. he grows to hate it when they bring up their old life and family; he can talk about his all he wants though, lil hypocrite.

• resources on the farm will run out eventually, chris and his darling will be forced to find shelter somewhere else, but he's not letting them go no matter what; they'll go on hunts together, chris won't let them leave his sight even to go to the bathroom as he becomes increasingly clingy.

• if they have to join a group, he won't let them get close to anyone, and plans to kill all the members of the group and take their shelter and supplies. whether he goes through with his plans depends on how much control his darling has over his impulses. he's a ticking time bomb, and his darling will come to know that well.

[a-really-mediocre-writer]

Hi I love your writing and I’ve noticed you write for Chris Manawa, who I feel is under appreciated. There’s not a lot of writing on him so I was wondering if you could write something with him and reader on the boat and having a sweet moment together, like maybe messing around and play fighting? Just some fluff maybe some suggestive flirting. Thank you!

Sorry if my writing is a little messy English is not my main language.

Chris Manawa

GIF not mine, credit to @yanxidarlings

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guys so i havent written a fanfic or anything in like 3 years and my writing style may have change, lmk though if you would like me to write any other stories! requests are always open, and i have a few ideas for stories in the future as well. also after revisiting my only other chris oneshot i have realised that these are both set after his mom gets to walk the plank whoopsie

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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Although the boat saving our lives from being snuffed out by the apocalypse was a luxury that it seemed no one else could afford, it had its downsides…such as the constant close quarters with everyone on board, as well as the boredom. It feels like such a selfish thing to admit whilst knowing about the fates of those we knew and loved that we couldn’t save, but at the same time I didn’t ask to be thrown into this hellscape, surely I should be allowed a pass on my lack of gratitude.

One of those who were not able to survive long enough to see life on the boat was Liza, Chris’s mother- the boy would not let us forget his grief and her loss, with it being written across his face as if it was stuck in a permanent frown. Most of us if not everyone aboard tried to avoid him and his snaps and cold tone, however as one of the only other teenagers on the sea with him I felt it was my duty to at least try to connect with him, especially after he had saved my life during the city riots at the start after I had lost my own parents in the chaos and the dead.

Chris was sat looking up at the stars on the outer deck of the boat alone. The day had been a rough one, with Liza’s sea burial not going so smoothly, tensions were high between him and his father Travis.

“Hey stranger” I said warmly as I emerged from the inner boat wrapped in a blanket, making my way over to the troubled boy.

“Hey..” He replied solemnly glancing over to me, his eyes following me until I was sat cross legged next to him. I held a spare small blanket out to the boy who declined the gesture by pushing it gently back towards me. Rolling my eyes playfully, I sat up on my knees and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him blush and stiffen for a moment, only to relax once I had sat back down again. The silence between us was deafeningly awkward.

“Soo.. Whatcha doing out here?”

“The stars are so peaceful tonight..” He quietly replied as he gazed up into the moonlit sky.

“Yeah, that’s one good thing about life nowadays.. you can see all of the stars you wouldn’t be able to with all the big city lights back at home.” I smiled gently at him and he glanced down at me before going back to star gazing. He was in deep thought and holding back tears as he kept his head held high trying to stop them from spilling out, eventually failing as I watched one stray tear roll down his cheek.

“Chris, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I am here for you and can be a shoulder to cry on if you need it…I really care about you…” After a few moments he lowered his head to look at me and his eyes were bloodshot and glossy. He stared into my eyes as if searching for something lost, and eventually raised the corners of his mouth into a weak smile to tell me,

“Thank you.”

After a few moments of silence and us smiling at each other he looks to the side out to the water, “I feel like… no one understands what I feel here… my dad doesn’t care that she is gone, he didn’t care about her he’s too busy with his new family… you are the only person that I think cared that she died.”

We sat in silence for a while, thinking about what he had said, before Chris broke it again.

“Sorry…That was pretty heavy…”

I let out a soft chuckle and reassured him, “Hey, I can handle anything you know… I’m superwoman but for like…listening to people I care about” attempting to lighten the mood a bit and nudging him on the shoulder, which seemed to work as I caught him smiling to himself and playfully nudging me back.

“Yeah yeah don’t get cocky…” He smirks at me and I mock offence, dramatically putting a hand on my chest and joking back to him, “Me? Cocky? I could never- How dare you even THINK that…” I giggled watching him roll his eyes at my dramatic outburst.

“You are so immature,” he starts, “Sometimes I wonder why we are friends…” He stares at me for a moment as if he were analysing my every movement, before his eyes land on the blanket wrapped around me like a burrito and he decides to quickly snatch it from me, laughing and saying “Maybe it’s because you’re so generous for giving me your blanket”

“HEY!!” I shout as I sit in shock for a split second before lunging at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to get the blanket back around myself. We are both wriggling around at this point trying to reclaim the blanket, as we forgot that the couch had a limited space, so when he eventually tried to get me off of him we both rolled down the steel drop from the couch to the deck, landing with a thud onto my back and physically wincing at the sudden pains shooting through my back. I was more shocked however to feel Chris landing on top of me, and when I opened my eyes he was there leaning over me, his hands either side of my head. We both just stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds too long, getting lost in his dark coffee coloured eyes; this then led to me scanning his face and admiring his undeniably handsome features and plump lips that he had begun to nibble into nervously. Feeling the blood start to rush to my face I decided to break the silence.

“Okay okay I didn’t realise that it was that serious to you…keep the blanket Manawa!” I giggled and poked his sides to shock him, which worked and his cheeks began to flush. He picked me up and I gasped, grasping onto his shirt incase he dropped me, but instead he put me onto the couch and sat next to me, opening up the blanket inviting me to sit wrapped up with him, which I accepted and crawled into his side, getting comfortable next to him as he settled the blanket over us both.

We sat awkwardly close to each other in silence for a few minutes, neither one of us wanting to scare the other away, but then Chris grabbed my hand underneath the blanket and without looking at me he said, “Thank you, Y/N… I needed this distraction from..everything…” he glances over at me “…you mean a lot to me…even if we have only just met, I feel like I have known you a lifetime, but it’s only been a month.”

I smile warmly at his words and glance at him before engulfing him into a tight hug, which he takes a few seconds to return.

“Chris, you mean a lot to me too. I would risk anything and everything for you, you are all I have left…” I feel the tears start to well up as i pull out of the hug and look him in the eyes, “…so you better not do anything stupid” I laugh and wipe my tears off of my face. He sits with an arm over my shoulders and laughs quietly about what I said.

“Maybe you aren’t ALWAYS immature and crazy… At least you aren’t boring.”

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

So, you're telling me that the FTWD writers really killed Troy, revived him five seasons later, had him around for four episodes, and then had Madison kill him AGAIN all while IN FRONT OF HIS DAUGHTER?!

And then, you're gonna tell me that his daughter ends up going off with Madison and Alicia anyways?!

....I'm starting to think that I should be glad that Nick and Chris died In the early seasons because lord knows what bullshit they would have gone through If they had stayed alive. Hell, especially Chris, because I have a strong gut feeling that they would have fucked up his storyline even more and then would have killed him later just for shock value

[corrodxdcoffin]

If Chris Manawa was white, he'd be a fan favorite.

[winnie-the-monster]

[wereoz]

seeing chris dead literally killed me: he looked so small. especially with his hair covering his face. minutes before he died i was saying that i get so angry with him but i keep it in check because i also have compassion for him this is so evil GODDDD

[sombrashe]

[themuselesswriter]

FTWD x Supernanny Titles; Random Crossover

Bonus:

Do y’all watch Supernanny to remind yourself kids aren’t adorable or are y’all normal?

[johnmurphysgirl]

Chris AU Oneshot: Alive

Please don't use or share my work without credit.

You could at least let your appetite reflect it.

The words ring around Chris' brain in a cacophony of sound. The seventeen year old could only stare down his father blankly, equally surprised and afraid, but the words wouldn't come. He can't admit it. He can't admit that he does feel it, but this is the world now. They have to adapt and overcome. If Travis couldn't understand… Chris knows well enough to not delude himself into thinking Brandon and Derek wouldn't kill him just because Chris asked them. They'd kill Travis, and then Chris would be alone. Without approval. And without a father. 

He couldn't – no, he won't let that happen. If Chris hadn't shot James, then they could have all been killed. He did what he had to do. Yet, that doesn't keep his mind from spinning in circles when Chris decided to ditch his father. If his mother would have known Travis would only bring him down, then he has no doubts that she'd side with him now. Right? 

Goddamn you, Chris!! 

The last words his father said to him almost made him jump out of the truck. Almost. Instead, they scream at him, and beg him, but Chris couldn't allow himself to care. They're better off without him. Now, Travis has no excuse but to run back to Madison, gis perfect girlfriend, and forget he ever had a biological son. They could focus on Nick's drama, and perfect Alicia instead of looking at him like he's some kind of monster destined to destroy their lives. 

Chris stares off into the distance, replaying the look of betrayal in Travis' eyes, before he shakes them off. The look of disgust, the disappointment. None of it matters now. Besides, he can't turn back now. He's been gone for an hour, and Travis probably wouldn't be there if he went back. 

"Hey, buddy. You gonna keep staring off at your old man like a sad little puppy, or do you wanna drive?" Brandon shouts over the loud music blasting from the radio.  

Chris turns to face him with a wide grin, long gone were the thoughts about his father, and if he had made the right choice. 

"Hell yeah, I wanna drive." 

Chris tries not to let his anxiety show; after all, he's only ever driven once. In fact, it was just a few days ago with Travis. Not now, he thinks, and instead slips into the driver's seat. Derek, having been kicked to the back by the tailgate, sits with a grumpy looking face, but Chris blocks that out, too. He can barely focus as is with the music. It's too distracting; it takes his mind off Travis, yes, but it also takes his mind away from the road.

It's exhilarating. Speeding down the seemingly empty countryside. Mexico is beautiful, Chris decides. It's too bad his only memories here are of death and destruction. 

"So," Chris calls over the music, glancing over at Brandon out of the corner of his eye. "What happens when we get to your safe haven in San Diego?" 

Brandon turns to look at Chris with a mischievous grin, although that was lost on Chris; if he had just taken his eyes off the road, he would have seen the scheming look in Brandon's eyes. If, if, if, but he hadn't. 

"Just drive man." Brandon chuckles. "You'll see it when we get there." 

Chris nods. It is plausible. Besides, Chris doesn't really wanna push his luck. If something were to go wrong, he'd be alone. He'd have nothing and nobody. He has to trust in this. To believe it will all work out, and to have faith. The result if it isn't is too catastrophic to dwell on. 

He takes his eyes off the road for only a second. Just a second. It's amazing how long a second could feel like, as if Chris is an outsider looking in. The second was all it took for everything to go to hell, when Brandon grabs the wheel, jerking it out of Chris' hand; grabbing Chris' head and slamming it into the steering wheel. Blood pours from his now broken nose, when Brandon lets go of the wheel altogether. 

One second. 

His surprised yell gets lost in the wind. 

One second. 

The truck's brakes squeal as he slams on them, but it's too late. He can't control it. 

One second. 

Chris watches helplessly, screaming, as the truck wraps itself around a tree; it doesn't stop. It flips and rolls, bringing Chris' body to fly out of his seat and back in it again, and again, each time the truck rolls. He can't hear anything. He knows he's screaming, but it sounds foreign even to his own ears. 

One second. 

That was all it took for Chris' world to crash down around him. Time seemingly stands still, as shock courses through his veins as he's thrown out of his seat again, collapsing through the windshield, bloody and broken. His eyes close involuntarily, blinking continuously to stay awake, but it's no use. 

Dad was right. 

— — — — — 

Chris comes to in a blaze of fire. The horrendous smoke fills his lungs and nostrils, and a strong sweet smell he can't exactly identify. Antifreeze, his muddled brain thinks, but he can't focus. Ash covers his body where he lay only ten feet away from the burning inferno; the truck. 

Brandon and Derek are gone. 

They left him. Defenseless. With nothing but the soot covered clothing on his back and a bruised and battered body. He blinks back the tears filling his eyes as he struggles to his feet, pain surrounding him like a fence of determination. Desperation had never felt so angry. 

They will pay. 

From the ashes, I rise. 

[d3molished]

ok, but Chris Manawa didn't have to die

[bedpissercastiel]

WE'RE SO BACK!!!

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE POLY BROMIGOS HEADCANONS (ftwd)

because i took a break from ftwd at season 3 and i'm not confident enough to write for twd yet but i want angst and misery and want i it now

to refresh your memory the "bromigos" are brandon's group (brandon luke, derek, james mcallister, chris manawa) from season 2 that got chris killed. What can I say I like POS minor characters 🤡

BUT let's just say, hypothetically, instead of putting James down, they chuck him in the back of the truck and jus say "if he bleeds out he bleeds out if he doesn't he doesn't", but chris still crashes the truck and darling is there to prevent everyone's deaths 😮

• maybe the darling had followed travis and chris from madison's group or maybe they were apart of brandon's group. heck, they could even have been staying with the mexican guy at the farm. either way, they convince the others to spare the bullet and let nature take it's course with james.

• so the group packs up the truck and sets off. eventually chris gets his turn driving and that's when it all goes to shit. the vehicle smashes in a tree, flipping on it's side in the process, brandon and derek get out with pretty minor injuries, cuts to the head and a sprained wrist.

• james and chris on the other hand are doing pretty bad. on with shards of glass in his leg and the bone sticking out, the other with his gunshot wound worsened by the impact. the darling came out with a small concussion, having been in the back with james.

"look at them!, they're as good as dead. they'll be nothing but extra weight on us" brandon pointed his shotgun at james's head, ignoring the others plea's for mercy. m/n shot the other a sharp glare, raising his brows "oh. i get it" he sighed, lowering his pistol, "so if you were also injured you would hold up the same principle?"

"i'm not injured and since when have you been in char-" BANG. before brandon could finish his sentance, a loud crack sounded. and he was on the ground, his calf now covered in blood. "what the fuck man" "oh look there, derek, he's deadweight now, should we put him down?" m/n quipped, turning towards the only other uninjured member of the group, who was staring at him wide-eyed.

• shooting brandon might not have been the best decision in the long run, as walkers were slowly making their way towards the scene. derek was forced to help james and brandon hobble their way back to the farm - or the closest functioning vehicle. whilst m/n found a piece of tarp and dragged chris along on it.

• out of all of them, brandon hated m/n the most. who does he think he is? but he was also kind of weirdly attracted to the guy. if they weren't in the middle of an apocalypse he'd never even consider what he was nor would he find another male attractive. he'd used to make fun of the gay kids in highschool!

• but it's not like there are many options these days. at some point he tells the reader this, but all that came out of it was a concussion from the slap he received.

• his growing fondness evolved into obsession as the weeks go by and he begins to realise how much of an asset to the group the reader really is. he's the kind of person that would survive and thrive in this world, so much so that other survivors are going to want to steal him away from the group. like hell brandons going to let that happen.

• he used to think the other three were a bunch of gay sissy's, but now he too constantly grills the reader when he tries to go on runs, spends too much time alone or interacts with another survivor.

• after the whole crash fiasco, derek is straight up terrified of m/n. and is of the belief that he would belong in a mental hospital if society hadn't collapsed. as the only other uninjured member of the group, he's forced to take up alot of the slack. he goes on runs with and helps m/n secure the farm, he believes he's much closer to the reader because of this. which is what kickstarts his obsession.

• derek is under the belief that he's m/n's favourite of the group, otherwise he would have shot him as well, right? he does some mental gymnastics which arrive him at the assumption that m/n is definitely into him.

• wouldn't usually be his thing but nor would shooting people. the apocalypse changes you. so he kinda just starts.. acting like he's much closer to the reader than he actually is. mf takes his shirt off whilst on a run, thinking he's doing m/n a service.

• "put a shirt on" "it's boiling out here bro" "you might as well write walker bait on there"

• honestly james was into m/n after one look. it only got worse when he was saved from being put down twice. like derek he is fully under the impression that the reader is into him. but is much less subtle (if you could call derek's approach subtle).

• whenever m/n is attending to his wound, james is shamelessly flirting. and then he wonders why the reader is being less gentle when reapplying the gauze. he exaggerates his condition to the reader and is constantly demanding something "you couldn't look for something to drink when your out there? i'd share some with you ;)"

• when his injury starts to heal he only comes on more strong; unprompted 'bro hugs' (m/n could probably press charges), jumping on m/n during the middle of the night (and getting mistaken for a walker 😵), 'sharing' a piece of chocolate m/n brought him (the busted lip took two weeks to heal)

• but he takes it all in relative stride, and thinks m/n has some underlying psychological issues that need to be addressed.

• chris thinks m/n should have just killed the other three so it could just be the two of them. he hates sharing the readers attention with literally anything and anyone. but he's not exactly in a position to get rid of them, as the most injured out of the bunch.

• whilst he starts off as just possessive, as he gets more mobile and more obsessed with the darling, he becomes overwhelmingly violent. towards the others, towards the darling. he can't stand being rejected, and whilst the other three kind of just laugh the readers blatant disgust with their advances off, chris won't stand for it.

• "do you think your better than me?" chris jumps to the worst conclusions when m/n won't lay next to him, ect. you're planning on abandoning me just like my dad did, you're just using me to find your family, you're a sadistic piece of shit. he swings between shyly and violently affectionate, leaving m/n on the edge.

• out of all of them, chris is the quickest to go full-blown yandere. like brandon he becomes abhorrently possessive of m/n, knowing that there are probably better options out there for him.

• the only thing that keeps them, or chris and brandon, from killing everyone else in the group, is the knowledge that they have an advantage in numbers. brandon is well aware m/n could probably kill him 1 v 1 but 4 v 1 and m/n's chances of escaping are pretty slim.

• but just because they have silently agreed not to kill each other does not mean they have an active agreement. sure if they catch m/n trying to escape they'll break his arm but does anyone have a specific day they get to spend with him and is there any official relationship between m/n and any of them? not that m/n knows of.

• but it's not like any of them take no for an answer, no matter how many times they come onto him and get wrecked rejected they just go back stronger the next time. as a bunch of hormonal young men in the middle of mexico with no one else in sight the reader is kind of fucked here.

• now is the reader in any particular danger with this group? just a lil bit. nowhere near as much as other survivors they come across are. doesn't matter if m/n is compassionate and offers to take them in, he'll find them as walkers in the barn the next day.

• BUT on the brightside when it comes to decision making for the groups well being, you, dear reader, have the final say. they reluctantly recognise that they owe their livelihood to the reader for knowing a questionable amount of survival knowledge.

[cicadasmoth]

chris manawa drawin :>