#dead girl walking

[lesbianodysseus]

Whatever happened between Ekko and Jinx during the timeskip between episode 8 and 9 had Dead Girl Walking vibes, reprise or original varies based on how I’m feeling in the moment

(Those hip windows serve a purpose… I know it)

[velcakez]

Them but Dead Girl Walking

[how-very-salty]

This was supposed to be a simple sketch with Ronnie in a blazer, but I ended up working on her body too long and felt a little sad to cover it up xd

[ficnation]

Dead Girl Walkin'#1

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader

Warnings: sickness, usual the walking dead themes

Word count: 500+

A/n: So I had this little idea for a one-shot for a while now, it was supposed to be just something really really short but it kinda turned out to be more than that, so it'll be a smoll shortie series of flashbacks and late night conversations between Daryl and Rick, maybe someone else too??? We shall see. Hope you enjoy it!

I'll add the taglist in the comments later on, probably

Main Masterlist || Daryl Dixon Masterlist

NEXT CHAPTER

The fire crackles between them, casting long shadows on the ground. The night is quiet—too quiet—but neither of them seems to mind.

“I had someone… 'fore it all began,” Daryl mutters, breaking the silence.

Rick glances at him, just for a second, before casting his gaze back to the fire. He doesn’t push, doesn’t ask. If Daryl wants to talk, he’ll let him.

Daryl exhales, shaking his head. “Real dead girl walkin’.” A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Would’ve fit right in.”

Rick frowns, waiting.

“She’d have liked me callin’ her that, too,” Daryl continues, voice quieter now. “Had a sick sense of humor. Always laughin’ at shit she shouldn’t. Couldn’t ever tell if she was tough as hell or just didn’t give a damn.” He huffs. “Got along with Merle, though. Ain’t many could say that.”

Rick tilts his head. “That so?”

“Yeah. Thought he was funny. Thought I was funny, too.” Daryl lets out a breath, almost a laugh. “Never did get why.”

A beat of silence stretches between them before Rick asks, “What happened to her?”

Daryl’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t look up. “Hell if I know,” he mutters. “She was barely survivin’ before the end of the fuckin’ world. Always sick, never gettin’ out much. Was born like that.”

Rick watches him carefully, but Daryl just stares into the fire, lost in his own head.

It was a shitty day, too damn hot, and Daryl was already in a bad mood when he stomped up the rusted steps of the trailer.

Merle had dragged him out here to some backwoods lot, said they were meetin’ up with an old buddy for some “business.” Daryl didn’t ask too many questions.

But when the trailer door swung open, the last thing he expected to see was a girl—no older than him—leaning in the doorway with a cigarette between her lips and an amused look in her eyes.

“Merle Dixon,” you drawled, exhaling smoke. “Figured that was your ugly mug pullin’ up.”

Daryl blinked. You were pale—like real pale, the kind that don’t see much sun. Dark circles under your eyes, too, like you never slept. But there was somethin’ about you, the way you looked at him like you already knew him.

“And you,” you said, flicking your cigarette. “You must be Baby Dixon.”

Daryl scowled. “The hell’d you just call me?”

You grinned, tapping your temple. “Good guess. You just got that look, y’know? Like a kicked dog with a temper.”

Merle barked out a laugh, slapping Daryl on the back. “Shit, girl, you nailed ‘im.”

Daryl huffed, crossing his arms. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”

You leaned against the doorframe, smirking. You introduced yourself like you were proud of your name. “Ain’t got no fancy title like ‘Baby Dixon,’ though. Guess you’ll just have to come up with somethin’ for me.”

Daryl scoffed. “How ‘bout ‘pain in my ass’?”

Your laugh was loud and real, shaking your head. “I like you, Dixon.”

He rolled his eyes, but damn it if he didn’t kinda like you, too.

Daryl swallows hard, the memory fading. He shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his face.

“She’d have made it fun,” he says, voice rough. “This whole end-of-the-world shit.”

Rick doesn’t say anything for a while. Then, finally—

“What’d you call her?”

Daryl huffs a quiet laugh. “Dead Girl.” His throat tightens. “She thought it was funny.”

Rick nods, watching as Daryl pokes at the fire with a stick, lost in thoughts of a girl long gone.

[cinnamon-stixs]

uh kinda suggestive warning lmao

Dead A.I. walking

(Fanart for @ask-tadc-infection-au! specifically this post)

[leoleolovesdc]

Never getting over how submissive JD sounds in Dead Girl Walking

[benzobucky]

"Dead Girl Walking" inspired mini comic for my heather × mcr au

Basically a summary of the song lol

[nightmarefallls]

Mean Girls is just an alternative universe where Veronica didn't kill Heather Chandler after the party

[arcallis]

A few weeks ago I saw Heathers for the first time, and I really liked it.

[anxietycomments]

Veronica Sawyer invented 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎. so when you use 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎, remember WHO youre honoring. capiche?

[brandybabypink]

full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking

let’s break the bed, rock this dead girl walking

no sleep tonight for you

better chug that mountain dew

get your ass in gear

make this whole two disappear

slap me, pull me hair, touch me there and there and there

and no more talking

love this dead girl walking

[savannahwiththegreenest-eyes]

The demon queen of high school has decreed it

She says Monday, 8 a.m., I will be deleted

They'll hunt me down in study hall

Stuff and mount me on the wall

30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?

I don't have to stay and die like cattle

I could change my name and ride up to Seattle

But I don't own a motorbike

Wait, here's an option that I like

Spend these 30 hours gettin' 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, yeah

[uzi-x33]

WHEN AND WHY IN GODS NAME DID I ADD THIS TO MY SOUKOKU PLAYLIST

[how-very-salty]

Sorry, but I really had to wake you

redraw (22-24)

old:

[justallay]

What about... Animatic with CopperRight and song from Heathers The Musical?

Sounds crazy.

But i did it 🤞

TW!!! SLIGHTLY NSFW!!!

[whosminseo]

"i wear the red" "the scrunchie's on my head" okay??? his solution is a lie??? no one here deserves to die??? except for me, and the monster i created???