#days gone boozer

[calistico]

Days Gone x Concord!

Art by Sr. Concept Artist @KatieScottArt

[lukaskyle]

As you can see, he's gonna be just fine.

[cammoreno]

Today is good day to have friends.

[feelingsofaithless]

Concept art by Joel Mandish

[st-john-out]

Days Gone Screenshot Dump (4/?)

[mr-rogers-blood-stained-sweater]

So im playing days gone, when are boozer and i gonna cuddle???

[tinytinybumblebee]

Boozer is da best big brother to Deacon when he's tiny!

Boozer is a sturdy guy so, you knooow no one would ever dare tease Deek, lest they face the wraith of a man with a knife for a hand (this is directed squarely at Skizzo-)

He also tells Deek lots of silly stories and jokes!

Addy gets so concerned when she sees Boozer playing a bit rough with the tiny one but, Boozer assures the medic that Deek insisted on playing "marauders" before nap time (aka: it's the only way to get Deek to take a nap xD)

[vole-mon-amour]

"My treaty is gonna hold."

Sure, Mike. Our of EVERYBODY, he's sending Skizzo to talk to him. Skizzo that wants to murder Mike and take his place. Jfc.

[ahunter8056]

Chapter 6 Summary:

Sasha tails Deacon back to the drifter's hideout, seeking answers.

Fic Summary:

Two years after a virus turned most of the population into aggressive, cannibalistic monstrosities called Freakers, Sasha Banks is a hardened survivor in post-apocalyptic Oregon. Her plan to tough out the harsh reality of a post-apocalyptic world - rife with hordes of Freakers and bandits looking to take advantage of vulnerable survivors - is slowly whittled away by the people she encounters, not least a man named Deacon St. John, and a woman named Alexa Bliss. Sasha gradually learns new reasons to keep going, and that perhaps trusting new people is better than going it alone in a hostile world.

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Days Gone (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sasha Banks/Alexa Bliss, Deacon St. John/Sarah Whitaker Characters: Sasha Banks, AJ Lee (Professional Wrestling), Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Trish Stratus, Deacon St. John, William "Boozer" Gray, Ada Tucker, Alexa Bliss, Mark Copeland, Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox, Rikki Patil, Raymond "Skizzo" Sarkozi, "Iron" Mike Wilcox, Freaker (Days Gone), Sarah Whitaker, Tyler Breeze Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Crossover, Blood and Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, the slowest of burns, Sasha is a biker, Days Gone plot with WWE characters added, Sasha Banks is a badass with a foul mouth, Post-Zombie Apocalypse

[calistico]

I was looking through my notes and found my Days Gone x Control dream that I had written down a while back. Of course I wasn’t an active participant, it was more like a movie. So why not share it. If anyone turns this into a fanfic I will literally squeal

Story Below!

Characters: Deacon St. John, William “Boozer” Gray, and Langston

Deacon and Boozer were in this corporate (I presume the FBC) building, surprisingly there were no Freaks, instead it was the Hiss, and Deacon had these Fire and telekinetic powers, he started to fly around and taking them down and so did Boozer except he had metal powers and he was on the ground, AND he had both arms.

After a little bit of fighting, Deacon landed and felt the Oldest House doing a thing and then the ground caves in(?) and Boozer begins to fall through. Deacon, in a rush to catch him falls through too.

(I can’t really remember this part too well) but it seems like they fell through to a dark, abandoned room, and couldn’t make their way back the same way they came. The dark room looked like the Investigations Sector (AWE) but it was more open space.

So they moved forward in the sector, later they begin to fight the Hiss again, this time, Deacon was struggling. Out the corner of his eye, he sees a bomb-lookin’ thing, and he SCREAMED at Boozer to get away, as the thing was perched on a support beam for the upper level to investigations(?)

The bomb blew up. Deacon felt the blast-wave and was knocked back into the wall quite hard, he passed out on impact, and then was nearly buried under some rubble. When he woke up, he pulled himself from under and started to yell for Boozer, even though Deacon thought he was too close to the blast, and assumed the worst.

Eventually he found Boozer. Deacon sat on his legs (even though his body hurt, mainly his left arm, chest, and abdomen), shook Boozer wake, calling him. After what seemed like forever, Boozer woke up and got up from under the rubble. The first thing the older brother saw when he got up were the glassy eyes and worried face of the younger. (Yes Deacon canonically says he’s younger than Boozer in the “Lisa Ending”, that’s also how I pegged Deacon to be 20s to early 30s)

Turns out Boozer had scared Deacon. They talked and kept moving forward.

More fighting, this time Deacon was in the line of fire. Boozer, instead of saying anything rushed to push Deacon out the way of the oncoming debris from the Hiss Warped about to crush him. Deacon was pushed out the way and landed on his back, immediately flipping over onto his hands and knees.

Something was different, Deacon could feel an Object of Power near by but not Boozer’s presence. As he got closer to the ruble, what Boozer was underneath (again), as he got closer to the pile of debris. Deacon felt this wave of fear and nervousness, it was enough to make his hands and breathing shaky.

With a hint of hesitation, Deacon lifts the debris from off of Boozer and uses it as cover. Boozer gets up immediately but he has something on his head, that Deacon thought was VERY amusing.

Deacon made a noise that sounded like a cross between a chuckle and a wheeze. When Boozer(?) turned his head to look, Deacon had hid behind the debris, and desperately tried to muffle his laughter. Deacon got up on his knees and turned to see if Boozer was still looking, he wasn’t. Deacon called him. Boozer responded and tried to take off the mask and when he did... the mask had made a noise. Deacon burst out into a laughing fit. Boozer had given him the dumb look once he had gotten it off.

Deacon slowed to a stop in his laughing fit, and grabbed the Object of Power, which was the rubber chicken mask on Boozer, and cleansed it. They returned it to Langston.

WHAT A DREAM

And this is the (old) art that went with it. I should revisit this AU.

[plussizedreader]

Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

[lukaskyle]

Days Gone (2019) dev. Bend Studio

[ingek73]

What are we paying senior royals for, if not to show up at presidential funerals?

Catherine Bennett

Perhaps grandma’s grudge against Jimmy Carter explains why Edward, 14th in line, was sent

Sun 12 Jan 2025 07.00 GMT

That legendary boozer the late queen mother liked to entertain her guests with an “anti-toast”, in which she drank to people she disliked. One day the names ill-wished were “Tony Benn, Idi Amin and Jimmy Carter”. The benign US president featured in the same list as a mass murderer because, she explained, “he is the only man, since my dear husband died, to have had the effrontery to kiss me on the lips”.

This alleged offence was enough for the queen mother to want it remembered, and not as an innocent accident. She believed it was her misfortune, her biographer William Shawcross wrote, to remind middle-aged men of their mothers; she recognised “the glazed look that came over their faces”, and thought this had made Carter reach in for his kiss. “I took a sharp step backwards. Not quite far enough.” So Carter could hardly help becoming aware of the accusation, which “distressed” him.

Whatever happened in 1977, it is hard to think of a reason other than the queen mother’s grudge, festering over generations, that begins to explain why the royals, currently so full of their diplomatic importance, chose to send one of their lowlier operatives, Prince Edward, to President Carter’s state funeral. Two households, both alike in dignity. Plus, the king idolised his grandmother: “For me, she meant everything.” Grandparent syndrome can do strange things to a person; witness Boris Johnson (and “Granny Butter”), JD Vance (and “Mamaw”), Elon Musk and “nana” Cora, from Liverpool, for whose posthumous sake he is attempting to bring down the UK government.

Perhaps it is no more preposterous that Charles should, putting grandma loyalty first, have sent a nervous-looking junior to meet five living presidents at a critical moment for UK interests: this is what happens to countries who upset a royal matriarch. Which does not mean that Edward’s presence might not have been appreciated by any dignitary coveting his recently acquired membership of the Order of the Thistle. The most compelling qualifications, I understand, being twofold: having the king as an older brother and reaching the age of 60.

The late queen invariably sent a senior proxy: her husband or her heir

His appearance has not, anyway, gone undiscussed. It is reported as “unusual”, “unexpected”. The briefest look at which British royals have attended US presidents’ state funerals since improved refrigeration and air travel made this possible confirms that the late queen invariably sent a senior proxy: her husband or her heir. Edward is 14th in line to the throne, five places behind Beatrice.

Had Charles, who is still receiving medical treatment, followed his mother’s example, William would have been deputed to advertise two useful things: his family’s respect for Carter’s decency and philanthropy, and at the same time, being above politics, its mature willingness to court a capricious incoming president who may not fully have forgotten being insulted by, among others, the foreign secretary, David Lammy.

Here was an opportunity for the family to illustrate the unrivalled personal service provided in exchange for the sovereign grant, recently increased, because of repairs to the unoccupied Buckingham Palace, from £86m to £124.8m, rising to £126m in 2026 (to add to the fortunes extracted from their respective duchies by Charles and William). Norman Baker, a republican and former Lib Dem minister, said of this increase: “We’re actually providing more largesse for the royal family, who are really bloated in terms of their money.”

A few days before the Carter funeral, a new poll indicated a level of public fractiousness that the family may want to note: a YouGov poll for the Times showed a majority of Britons do not wish to fund the palace renovations. Baker asks why ticket sales cannot, as with Windsor Castle in 1992, fund the repairs.

William’s absence from funeral duty – it clashed with his wife’s 43rd birthday and, as such, a busy time on social media – might have been less conspicuous had his diplomatic skills and commitment not been so insistently advertised as a national asset. The supportive press regularly relays assurances by “sources” that William, rhino enthusiast and former smasher of dog bowls, has become “a global statesman in his own right”, “a seasoned statesman”, for whom his diplomatic mission “is now a golden thread running through his work”. We’ve learned how this Insta-literate Machiavelli dazzled Donald Trump after being “scrambled” at short notice to attend the ceremonies for Notre Dame. “He looked really very handsome last night,” Trump said.

‘There are three classes of intellects,” Machiavelli wrote, on princes and their advisers. “One which comprehends by itself; another which appreciates what others comprehended; and a third which neither comprehends by itself nor by the showing of others; the first is the most excellent, the second is good, the third is useless.”

Without knowing what advice William is receiving, or rejecting, it’s unclear if he has been careless enough to surround himself, as his father often did, with flatterers, or worse. Maybe none of his advisers – another ex-diplomat arrived last year – felt able to insist on the importance of attending work-related funerals; maybe they agreed that in the age of the hybrid workplace, a prince, of all people, should be allowed to reap the benefit? And why shouldn’t Edward, having kept his figure, also impress Trump? With Anne presumably unavailable, Harry mislaid, Andrew a pariah and the replacement royal generation years from operational, there were few options. Among the various risks overlooked in proposals that Eugenie and Beatrice be mobilised are retail connections that may be no more compatible with William’s reflections on “empathetic leadership” than is the Sussexes’ Archewell.

To judge by dwindling activity well before it was hit by ill health, the royal family finds itself in the same position as many other British firms, in having plenty of mobile but indifferently qualified staff, along with a shortage of senior executives who don’t insist on WFH. Even through a state funeral. Unless the Carter kiss explains it, it’s hardly the service we pay for.

Catherine Bennett is an Observer columnist

[goodnightmemes]

SHUTTER ISLAND (2010) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You will be accorded all the help we can give, but during your stay, you will obey protocol. Is that understood? ❜

❛ You act like insanity is catching. ❜

❛ You are hereby required to surrender your firearms. ❜

❛ Then, personally, I'd have to say, screw their sense of calm. ❜

❛ It's as if she evaporated straight through the walls. ❜

❛ Seems like something you'd notice from time to time. ❜

❛ Sanity's not a choice. You can't just choose to get over it. ❜

❛ It's 11 miles to the nearest land and the water's freezing. ❜

❛ This is a mental institution, for the criminally insane. Usual isn't a big part of our day. ❜

❛ I always heard it was overrun with boozers and drunks. ❜

❛ You have outstanding defense mechanisms. ❜

❛ You misunderstand me. I said you are a man of violence. I'm not accusing you of being a violent man. That's quite different. ❜

❛ Since the schoolyard, you have never walked away from a physical conflict. No, no, not because you enjoy it, but because retreat isn't something you consider an option. ❜

❛ Just who the hell's in charge here, anyway, huh? ❜

❛ Jesus, are you ever sober anymore? ❜

❛ Are you real? ❜

❛ I'm just bones in a box. ❜

❛ Please. I need to hold on to you. Just a little bit longer, please. ❜

❛ You have to let me go. ❜

❛ I thought your investigation was finished. ❜

❛ I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect, listen to him, try and understand, you just might reach him. ❜

❛ Do you know what she was afraid of? You. ❜

❛ I have my dark days. I suppose everybody does. ❜

❛ What I'm doing, it's not exactly by the book. ❜

❛ I don't give a damn about by-the-book. I just wanna know what the hell's going on. ❜

❛ Lot of places to hide a body here. ❜

❛ I've had enough of killing. That's not why I'm here. ❜

❛ A lot of people know about this place, but no one wants to talk. It's like they're scared or something. ❜

❛ How do you believe a crazy guy? ❜

❛ That's the beauty of it, isn't it? Crazy people, they're the perfect subjects. They talk, nobody listens. ❜

❛ Luck doesn't work that way. The world doesn't work that way. ❜

❛ What if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you? ❜

❛ Don't you know how lonely I've been? You're gone. You're dead. I cry every night. How am I supposed to survive? ❜

❛ I buried you. I buried an empty casket. ❜

❛ My [name]'s dead, so who the fuck are you? ❜

❛ You should have saved me. You should have saved all of us. ❜

❛ The clock's ticking, my friend. We're running out of time. ❜

❛ Why didn't you save me? ❜

❛ You need to find him. You need to find him and you kill him dead. ❜

❛ Listen, I don't wanna leave here, all right? I mean, why would anybody want to? ❜

❛ What the fuck's the matter with you guys? Catch them, not kill them! ❜

❛ Stop me, please, before I kill more. ❜

❛ You told me I'd be free of this place. You promised. You lied. ❜

❛ They say I'm theirs now. They say I'll never leave here. ❜

❛ I'll never get out now. I got out once. Not twice, never twice. ❜

❛ This is a game. All of this is for you. ❜

❛ You're a fucking rat in a maze. ❜

❛ I'm gonna find out what the fuck is happening on this island. ❜

❛ Would you mind taking your hand from behind your back, please? I wanna make sure that what you're holding won't hurt me. ❜

❛ That's the genius of it. People tell the world you're crazy, and all your protests to the contrary just confirm what they're saying. ❜

❛ Once you're declared insane, then anything you do is called part of that insanity. ❜

❛ You're smarter than you look. That's probably not a good thing. ❜

❛ The brain controls pain. The brain controls fear, empathy, sleep, hunger, anger. Everything. What if you could control it? ❜

❛ You can never take away all a man's memories. Never. ❜

❛ Seen any walking nightmares lately? ❜

❛ You can't stay here. I'm afraid if they come looking for you, they might find me. I'm sorry, but you have to go. ❜

❛ You're as violent as they come. I know this because I'm as violent as they come. ❜

❛ If the constraints of society were lifted, and I was all that stood between you and a meal, you would crack my skull with a rock and eat my meaty parts. Wouldn't you? ❜

❛ If I was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before I blinded you? ❜

❛ You don't have a partner. You came here alone. ❜

❛ You know, I've built something valuable here, and valuable things have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. ❜

❛ I'm trying to do something that people, yourself included, don't understand. And I'm not going to give up without a fight. ❜

❛ Did you know that the word "trauma" comes from the Greek for "wound"? And what is the German word for "dream"? Traum. ❜

❛ Wounds can create monsters, and you...you are wounded. And wouldn't you agree, when you see a monster, you must stop it? ❜

❛ You go there and you'll die. ❜

❛ You blew up my car. I really loved that car. ❜

❛ Tremors are getting pretty bad. How are the hallucinations? ❜

❛ Get out of here. This place is gonna be the end of you. ❜

❛ Your delusions are more severe than I thought. ❜

❛ After everything I've seen here, you really think you're gonna convince me I'm crazy? ❜

❛ You've created a story in which you're not a murderer. You’re a hero. ❜

❛ I wish I could let you just live in your fantasy world. I really do. ❜

❛ I'm sorry. There wasn't any other way. ❜

❛ I trusted you. I risked everything to come in here after you. Everything! ❜

❛ I told you not to come in here. I told you this would be the end of you. ❜

❛ If you ever loved me, please stop talking. ❜

❛ I need to know you've accepted reality. ❜

❛ You tried to help me when no one else would. ❜

❛ Which would be worse, to live as a monster...or to die as a good man? ❜

[rcreveal]

Starting S3 with Crowley on a bender, as one does

“Mor’ ov th' sa'.” 

Crowley sat, face and shoulders bowed, holding his empty glass up loosely to another barkeep.  

The man emptied the last liquor from a square-sided bottle into the demon’s glass, as he’d been doing steadily for some time, before tucking the bottle away behind the counter with the rest.  

Crowley, traitor to Heaven and Hell, former serpent of the Garden of Eden, was drunk, but not drunk enough, not nearly drunk enough!  Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the look on the angel’s idijit-beautiful-bastard-beloved face after the bloody kiss.  And what the angel had said, crushing Crowley's brief, merest glimmer of hope while confirming all his fears.  The demon couldn’t stand any of it.

Crowley had been diligently working on this problem all day.

But over a long evening, that began after a protracted afternoon, following an extensive morning of continuous drinking, he was still standing.  What remained of his cogent thought had enough lights on to consider this putrid state of affairs a bloody embuggerance. 

At least he knew what to do about this problem.  All the other problems were on hold until he got this one sorted.  He held out the glass.

 “Mor’ ov th' sa',” Crowley slurred, waiting for the alcohol to take the expected path from barkeep to glass to Crowley.

When no more alcohol was forthcoming, the demon set down the glass while his focus wavered onto his current surroundings.  

The place was dark and plain with the minimum of decoration.  This wasn’t a pub with karaoke, or songs of any kind.  Which was good for them since Crowley had melted the karaoke system at the pub hosting a “Couple’s Duet Night” earlier this evening. There weren’t even any dart boards up.  There were no light fruity wines or interesting craft brews, nor colorfully named cocktails on menu boards.  The patrons of this boozer had one goal in mind and wanted to get to it as quickly as possible.  Not that there were any patrons left, except Crowley.  The barkeep had believed Crowley’s suggestion that it was perfectly fine to keep serving him when everyone else had gone home at closing time.  So why stop now?

 “More ov, of, th' say-mmm,” Crowley tried again, as he looked at the glass, still puzzlingly empty, and then up at the barkeep.

“There ain’t no more,” replied the barkeep, whisking away the empty glass.

Raising a face expressing confused disbelief, the demon asked, “No whisk, whiskey?”

“No, you drank it all,” the barkeep said, tucking the glass under the counter.

“Scotch?” Crowley suggested.

“You drank that, too.” The barkeep moved to wipe down the bar.

Peering owlishly over the bar at row upon row of empty bottles lined up around the recycle bin, Crowley asks, “Wha’ ‘bout vodka?”

“And that,” the barkeep raised his eyebrows on glancing at the pile of bottles.

Plumbing the horror of it, Crowley asked, “Shhhhherry?”

“Even that,” though the barkeep usually didn't carry the stuff.  There'd been a dusty old bottle that materialized under his hand in the back of a cabinet when this strange patron had asked for it earlier.

“No alcohol?” Crowley stared at the man uncomprehendingly.

“Some bugger even nicked the hand sanitizer out the loo.  But you’d be blind if you’d drunk that.”  Though, frankly, the barkeep didn’t know how the man could still be breathing, much less talking.  He’d never seen anyone drink like this!  Blinking and furrowing his brow, the compulsion to keep serving alcohol lifted and the barkeep wondered why did he keep serving this patron?

“There’s nothin’ left.  You’ll have to go home, mate.  I’ll call you a car.”  The barkeep wiped his hands on a cloth and walked around the bar to help Crowley out, back on the firm ground of getting drunk patrons a safe ride, so they could be patrons again.

“Don’ needa car.  Gotta car.” Crowley staggered to his feet and stumbled towards the door.  

The barkeep started to protest, going so far as to put a restraining hand on the demon’s shoulder then miraculously imagined that the vintage Bentley pulling up to the curb was just another cab he’d called for a drunk patron.  Helping Crowley out of the pub, he completely forgot to put this patron into the ‘cab’.  As Crowley made his unsteady way to the Bentley, the barkeep locked the door from the inside and turned off the lights while shaking his head.  No one was going to believe why he would be closed tomorrow…bloody hell was that the time!?...later today!

The Bentley’s door opened at Crowley’s touch and he collapsed into the driver’s seat.  Taking a pull of the last of the hand sanitizer, the demon mumbled, “Wanna go home,”  and passed out.

Which put the Bentley in something of an existential bind.

The Bentley had, for years, been the best maintained car ever made, because that’s what Crowley expected.  But, it had slowly come to anticipate and respond to its owner’s wants, as well.  Living in it for the past several years had nearly completed the car’s new found sentience. So, when Aziraphale found the car producing travel sweets, he wasn’t surprised, because he thought that’s how any respectable car behaved with a new guest.   Aziraphale had inadvertently moved matters along even further by telling the car to park itself, on those occasions when his own parallel parking skills were too rusty.

In short, the Bentley was now alive.  And fiercely protective of and loyal to its owner.  

Who had just given it a direct command, but hadn’t put his hands and feet on the controls to start directing the car.  The Bentley started up, buckled Crowley in (even though Bentleys of its era were never manufactured with seat belts), and proceeded to try and drive home.  Wherever that was.

-Thanks for reading! Your kudos and comments make my day! If you'd like to read more of my Good Omens fanfic, check out this Master List

[day-gone01]

Characteres

Deacon St. John

Deacon Lee St. John, also referred to as Deek, is the playable protagonist of Days Gone. Once a soldier in the United States Army's 10th Mountain Division who later became an Enforcer of the Mongrels Motorcycle Club.

Sarah Whitaker

Sarah Irene Whitaker, Ph.D is a major character and the tritagonist in Days Gone, and vital to the game's backstory.

Sarah is a research scientist and botanist, and the wife of protagonist Deacon St. John. She is presumed deceased at the dawn of the Freakers outbreak; a large part of Days Gone revolves around Deacon's search for her.

James O'Brian

  James O'Brian is a major character and a reluctant ally featured in Days Gone.

O'Brian is introduced as a graduate student who helps protagonist Deacon St. John evacuate his wife Sarah at the beginning of the Freakers outbreak, only to be believed dead afterwards.

Boozer

William Gray, most commonly referred to as Boozer is the deuteragonist of Days Gone. Once a Sergeant-at-Arms of the Mongrels Motorcycle Club and Deacon St. John's closest friend.

Carlos

Jessie Williamson, also known as Carlos, is a major character and the tertiary antagonist of Days Gone, appearing as the main antagonist for the first half of the story.

Skizzo

Raymond "Skizzo" Sarkozi is the secondary antagonist and final boss of Days Gone. He is a member of Iron Mike's Camp who works as one of the heads of security.

Rikki Patil

 Rikki Patil is a main character in Days Gone. She is a survivor of the Freaker outbreak and the second-in-command of Iron Mike's Camp.

She is a former companion of Deacon St. John and Boozer, and is the romantic partner of Addison Walker.

Matthew Garret

Colonel Matthew Garret is a main character, mission giver, and the main antagonist of Days Gone.

A U.S. military veteran and former addict, Garret founded the Deschutes County Militia during the apocalypse to eradicate the Freakers. However, his fanatical religious views gradually warped his mind, resulting in him becoming dangerously unstable.

Fuente: https://daysgone.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Characters