#i dont even like twd

[spill-to-t]

"Rick cries so much" "Daryl cries too much" "Maggie cries too much"...

Imagine one day this whole world changes and you see your loved ones dying in front of you. You see your best friend, husband/wife, child, brother/sister dying in front of you. You feel responsible because you weren't there or didn't act the right way. Imagine you feel guilty for so many bad happenings. Imagine that you are just confused and overwhelmed sometimes. I really don't understand why you would say this? Doesn't matter which character, they all lost not only one person, some of them lost their whole family. This show is about the fucking death and it's a fucking drama show. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EXPECT? How can you be annoyed by people crying when they just lost someone? What else should they do? Have a little dance?

I don't get it

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

I mean I'm glad people are generally changing their attitude about Lori but y'all aint there yet. ''Yes she was bad but Shane was worse and they were both to blame blablabla" Nah actually Lori didn't do anything wrong at all by having sex with Shane. End of the world, dead husband, no home no food no promise of tomorrow goddamn it if she's gonna let the world take anything else My Girl is Getting Laid.

[springcatalyst]

daryl is so asexual that even people who dont know what asexuality is KNOW hes asexual

[twd-obsessed-bitch]

I LOVE THEM!! I MISS THEM!! I MAY NEED TO START A REWATCH!!

Andy's smile, them being so close to eachother, the fact that neither of them look like they've aged A FUCKING DAY since 2016!!! god I love them!!

[heartfeltcherie]

i swear 2 god if we have to start writing that steve harrington is still alive in our fics when in canon he’s actually offed, it will be my last straw

[plut00nline]

My perfect twd ship is Tara dates Rosita, rosita dates Abraham, Abraham dates Eugene and Sasha and Sasha also dates Rosita

[eccentricallygothic]

no but baby judy is so frickin cute she gives me baby fever 😭

[baekuras]

also totally not watching the first episode of black sails right now because it’s relaxing to not start in the god damned mess this show turns into (in a really good sense of complex characters and story lines to follow fully embracing the muddled greyness of humanity and not even having an ending that people can agree on whether it’s a good one for the characters or not) really makes me notice

i need to compile like general favourite moments

and also all the ones i watch from a comedy point of view no matter how dark or dire the show in question can get

because i noticed i do that a lot and it’s fun

[shortfuses]

screaming crying throwing up over twd

[scatmaan]

zombie apoc movies/shows are better when its at the beginning of the apoc and not the middle

[psych0ruinz]

i know i can start a fic with smut but i dont like to do so!!!! i need plot in my smut!!! i need stuff to happen for naughty stuff to happen!!!

[springcatalyst]

Comfort characters.... 2!

Rules: list 5 comfort characters and tag at least 5 people. Thank u @hamburgerslippers for tagging me u are a bestie as always

There's something wrong with me

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) of fucking COURSE. nobody get him like i do

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle). my perfect fucked up little magic man. AND hes birds

Sheik (Ocarina of Time). idk. yaknow

Kang Sae-Byeok (Squid Game) LISTEN LISTEN OK. dont lookat me

Jim Jimenez (Our Flag Means Death). i had to think hard for a 5th one but yea. i like them,, the fuckign. pirate..

HONORARY MENTION

LUCIE JURIN (martyrs 2008). listen. ok. watching her go on a killing spree and then get chased by a metaphors demon did things to my brain. i love her in a normal way

[twd-obsessed-bitch]

Ep.3 of The Last of Us is what The Walking Dead tried to do with "Find Me"

Two strangers find each other at the end of the world. Being hostile at first and then growing to love and care for each other. Through all the death and destruction and loss, they find a safe haven and instead get to feel love. Get to experience something they never had.

Well I mean that's what the walking dead tried to do instead we got this

Also side note @ The Walking Dead writers take notes from tlou because not only is this how you do a post apocalyptic romance in like 40 minutes. This is how YOU DO FUCKING TIME SKIPS.

[specialneedz]

I LOOOVEE CARL AND MICHONNE SO MUUUUUUUUCCCCCHHHH

[silasplaskett]

desperately trying to rewatch s11 of twd so i can catch up to whats airing now but that means having to suffer thru a disgusting amount of negan scenes. i dont know if i can bear it.

[barleyo]

If ur in twd fandom I would loveee a Daryl dixon age gap fic!! Just him being disgusting over taking her first time? Just a major power imbalance between them. Dont do this if ur uncomfy ofc!! Stay safe bookie <33

Men Who Are Older.

Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: cried happy tears at this request, i LOVE daryl, he's so yummy. dirty old men foreverrrrr!!! i haven't seen all of twd and it's been a while since i've watched it, so this could be super ooc for all i know!! sorry it's short, i wanted to get all my ideas down quickly :3

Tags: LARGE age gap (18-19 and late 40-ish), power imbalance, coercion, p in v, loss of virginity, allusion to anal, creepy old man behavior (ugh i luv it)

Wordcount: 1.2k

You found yourself often visiting Daryl in his tent later in the night when you couldn't sleep. He tried to act like it annoyed him, like your presence was a nuisance to him, but it wasn't. You weren't the most irritating person he had to deal with day-to-day. You were polite enough for your age, you didn't mess around and snoop through his shit. You didn't judge him.

Most importantly, though, you were attractive. There wasn't much hot, young tail to chase around the camp. He liked to think you were his reward for living through hell every day. Nothing like eye candy at the end of the night to ease a hardened man's stress.

It was like most nights when you entered his tent, not bothering to announce yourself. Daryl looked up from the pocket knife he had been mindlessly flicking to eye you down. 

"Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" 

"Yeah, right," you said, taking a casual seat on his bedroll. "What're you doing?"

He clicked his tongue at you on his bed, but sighed and ignored it. "Nothing. Too damn late to do anythin' important."

"Want to chit-chat, then?" You rested your hands on your knees, hoping he would soothe your boredom.

"Do I wanna 'chit-chat'?" Daryl flicked his knife closed and tucked it in his back pocket. "If you wanna chat, why don't you go do it with someone else? You don't have friends your age?" 

"I used to." He didn't say anything, just flattened his mouth at your rebuttal. "We're friends though, aren't we?"

Crossing his arms, he let out a hum. "Whatever you want, kid. Sure. We're real pals."

You spoke about whatever came to your mind for the next however-many minutes with him. Mostly just you babbling on, but it didn't bother him. You could run off at your mouth all you wanted, gave him all the excuse to stare you down and look a little too closely at places he knew he shouldn't.

Eventually, you got on the topic of things you missed about life before. Things you wished you got to experience, things you were slowly starting to forget about.

"I didn't even get to properly lose my virginity before this shit took over," you complained, now laying on Daryl's bed like it was your own. "It really bites, man." 

His eyes widened a bit, arms falling to his legs from their crossed position. 

"Wait, what'd y'say?" 

"Huh? Oh, I didn't get to have sex with anyone before the outbreak," you repeated, not caring to turn to face him while you spoke. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'll die before I get any." 

So many things rushed through Daryl's head at that moment. A virgin? You? It wasn't exactly surprising, you weren't old enough for it to be a shocking thing to hear, but the thought really intrigued him. Made him wonder.

It gave him an idea, and lord knows dirty, old men have even dirtier ideas stewing in their minds.

"That bother you?" 

You finally turned your head over to look at him, eyes looking conflicted.

"I guess, a little. There are bigger things to worry about, but I feel like I'm missing out," you said while trying your best to sound nonchalant. "It's not much of a priority, under the circumstances, you know."

Oh, how wrong you were. It very much was a priority, an urgent one at that. 

"Never know. Could happen, if y'really wanted. Don't rule it out completely," he advised, wiping his face with the back of his palm. "Maybe some younger man might find his way here. Could be an opportunity." 

"Nah, I couldn't go for that. I don't wanna be inexperienced and have to deal with an equally inexperienced guy too. That'd be like hell," you joked.

"Sounds like you want an older man, then."

He called on every guardian angel he had in that moment, praying for you to take the bait. Just one chance, damn it, he wasn't asking for much.

"Yeah, guess so." You made eye contact with him for a brief second, before flitting your eyes around in embarrassment. "Listen, it's getting late, I should go." You pushed yourself up, ready to head back to your family.

Daryl stood from his seat and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

"I don't mind," he said, dancing around the answer to the question you didn't yet ask. "I know my fair share."

"Those don't sound like sounds a virgin'd make," he teased. He loved how you sounded. Straight from a porno, just shameless cries and squeals. "You sure you ain't did this before?"

He watched the back of your head shake 'no' while his hand guided along the arch in your spine. Took you a while to learn to keep your head down and ass up, but damn it if you didn't put the knowledge to work quickly.

"Am I supposed to be dizzy?" you asked, voice muffled by the blankets under you.

Daryl chuckled softly, slamming your hips back on him. "Yeah, if the guy's doin' it right. Feel good?"

Your hands clenched the fabric you were laying on, digging into it roughly.

"I think? I—I dunno, 's just so much."

Being the man he was, Daryl took that as a challenge. He flipped you over on your back, cock still rocking into you. He sped up, letting his movements get sharper. 

"C'mon," he muttered gruffly, trying to urge you to place your legs on his shoulders, "you gonna be this much of a problem for the next guy?"

You gave your weak legs a kick, wrapping them around his neck so the shaking wouldn't roll them off his shoulders. 

"No, no," you whined, groping your tits to keep your hands busy, "don't want another guy. He won't be as good as you, Dar." 

How the hell could a few little words get him ramped up even more? He knew you probably didn't mean it, horny girls said whatever their pussies wanted them to say, but the way he fucked you made you believe your own words.

"Yeah? I ruined ya for other guys already?" 

The stark difference between his now softer tone and rougher thrusts confused your brain in the best ways possible. You couldn't focus on just one aspect of him: Daryl was everywhere. In your brain, in your heart, in the very blood flowing through your veins— and, of course, inside of you. 

It was too much, all of it. 

Your walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in like a vacuum. The clenching of your walls over his dick sent him over the edge, barely leaving him enough time to pull out. He bit the back of his hand, stifling a moan while he jerked himself the rest of the way off, coating your tired pussy with his cum. 

"You didn't cum inside, did you?" You sat up quickly, scooting back a bit. 

Daryl let out a huff. "I'm not an amateur, I know how to pull out."

"Just checking," you mumbled, lying back down on his bedroll, head nuzzling into the pillow.

You felt his dick push up against your ass, prodding between your cheeks.

"I could show you a way that'll make sure no idiot douchebags get ya knocked up," he offered, head desperately tapping against your asshole, "if you want."

A soft sigh came from your chest as you pushed your ass back on him.

"You're an eager teacher, y'know."