#dead girl walking

[d3vvdgvrll]

i don’t yearn i FUCK. like a real man

[professional-outsider]

Heather x Veronica

[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.

[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

[daddybird7]

I'm still shocked that corn was made about them, honestly I thought I'd make it. ps: a line from the song Dead Girl Walking

[benzobucky]

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

Basically a summary of the song lol

[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

[justallay]

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

Sounds crazy.

But i did it 🤞

TW!!! SLIGHTLY NSFW!!!

[nightmarefallls]

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

[jameslongforjimshortforgabriel]

guys buckle up new blorbo just dropped

can u guess who it is ☺️

[arcallis]

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

[very-real-woman]

Certainly.

[Wherever Olive is at the moment, the fabric of reality tears itself like cloth, forming a giant gap in space. The rough edges soon smooth themselves, as if melted by flame, and soon enough the reason becomes clear. A firey, red, fox-like being steps through the portal, numerous floating hands helping them to stretch the opening widely enough for them to fit through.]

[Their gazes dart around the space, acessing the situation immediately, before finally focusing on Olive and Daisy if she is present.]

It is a pleasure to finally see eye to eye, spirit.

-🦊

[she backed up, teeth bared like an angry dog.] did you just break into my reality? really? im not afraid of you, you dont scare me.

[imamirrorballlll]

Ravi "I'm Mr Loverman" Singh

Pippa "and I miss my lover, man" Fitz-amobi

Breath if you agree.