#lance hornsby

[rheefamilysource]

THE WALKING DEAD (2010–2022) ↳ season 11 episode 15

[mymanreedus]

"I'm proud of you. No, I am. You took Hornsby's job and you made it your own. Made everything better. For you. For the kids. You'll keep making it better."

[lancehornsbysluckycoin]

Lance Hornsby the typa guy to say he loves rock music and then put on Imagine Dragons when you hand him the aux

[another-delta-lover]

If you all left me alone in a room with this man (Lance Hornsby from TWD) one of us is coming out pregnant and it ain't me

[muclunga]

For your consideration

[lesbianbatlucille]

finally finishing s11 i love this thing

[cinemgc]

The Walking Dead (11ª Temp.)

Episodio 12: ''The Lucky Ones''

• Dirección: Tawnia McKiernan

• Guion: Vivian Tse

• Cinematografía: Duane Charles Manwiller

• Cast: Josh Hamilton, Lauren Cohan

[fungi-maestro]

Btw some of you might not be watching twd season 11 so I feel I have a duty to inform you that there is an uncanny lawyer clone of Saul Goodman in this show now.

[peachihellcat]

Lance Hornsby ✨

[walking-sons-of-the-dead-anarchy]

[chobit92]

The Walking Dead: Lance Hornsby x OC

(Mara Benton sits on the hard cot in the small cell. The cell doesn’t bother her in the slightest. She once spent three years in a cell much like this one. She stares at the door and wills herself not to think about the men that used to come through it. Then she remembers that they are dead now. She smiles. Then she finds herself thinking about the people she stayed with recently. The one’s before that. This place is probably the same. Good people were few and far between before the world went to shit. Now...People are even worse. She sighs and closes her eyes imagining, as she sometimes does, a perfect world. A world where she has a nice house, loving husband and beautiful children, a world where she has everything. She is pulled from her thoughts by a loud clang. The cell door opens and she looks up to see Lance Hornsby walk in. He looks at her and shakes his head.).

Lance: You’ve been here what three days?

Mara: I never asked to be here. I was dragged off the street.

Lance: You were half dead. We saved your life.

Mara: Did I ask to be saved? I was fine on my own. Better that way. Ain’t no one to let you down.

Lance: But you told Mercer you were with a group.

Mara: Been with lots of groups. Always left.

Lance: Why’s that?

Mara: Coz people let you down.

Lance: Hm. This isn’t gonna work unless you want it to. You could have a life here. A normal life like before.

Mara: My life ain’t never been normal.

Lance: Has anyone’s? What’s normal right?

(She stares at him.).

Lance: You can’t go around taking things that aren’t yours.

Mara: Everyone takes.

Lance: That’s not how it works here. We have rules. Civilisation.

Mara: Uh huh.

Lance: You also can’t go around punching people.

Mara: Frowned upon is it?

Lance: Afraid so.

Mara: Hm. Give me the boot then like everyone else. I’ll go back to being on my own. Might as well.

Lance: It doesn’t need to be like that. I can make all this go away.

(She chuckles.).

Mara: Uh huh. So it’s like that.

(She gets up.).

Mara: Shut the door then.

Lance: What?

Mara: Don’t want an audience do you?

(He frowns. She moves close to him and grabs his belt unclipping it. His hands find her wrists and he grips them stopping her movements. She looks up at him.).

Mara: What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?

Lance: Sit down.

(She frowns. He lets go of her wrists and she backs away sitting back on the cot. He does his belt back up.).

Lance: All I want is the location of this group you were with.

Mara: Why you gonna send ‘em flowers?

Lance: Give me their location and you’re free to go.

Mara: You mean I wasn’t free to go before?

(She raises an eyebrow.).

Lance: You broke the law. That’s why you are in here. Give me the location of your group and this all goes away.

Mara: Hm. Not sure why you wanna find ‘em. Why do you think I left?

Lance: Or you can stay in here. It’s up to you.

Mara: Is it? Okay. I tell you what you get me out of here and get me somewhere nicer to live than that damp cesspit of a water closet they’ve shoved me in. Then I tell you where the fucks are hiding.

(She sits back leaning against the wall and folds her arms. He stares at her.).

Mara: So...How much do you want 'em?

[mymanreedus]

“Do what you f**kin’ gotta do.”

[lancehornsbysluckycoin]

Spot the difference

[xoxo-sarah]

can you do a one shot for daryl where the reader has really bad hiccups and they're in a meeting or a public place and she gets really embarrassed about it and like slaps a hand over her mouth to try and stop it but she can't and everyone's staring at her and it's a comfort fic bc he basically excuses her out and helps her

Rabbit Questions

↝a/n: I am not meaning to have my Daryl fics related to rabbits/bunnies. It's just a coincidence.

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader (could be platonic or romantic)

↝ Warning: not proofread, not proofread, set in season 11, Commonwealth

↝⎙ 9.15.23

"And this one- beautiful, isn't it?" Pamela stood in front of a wall with a huge frame, a painting of A orange flower, the pedal reminded you of flames. It was pretty, really. And you weren't just thinking that because Pamela was in front of you, watching your face for any expression that said otherwise. The artist standing beside the painting could have something to do with it, too.

For some reason, Pamela Milton and Lance Hornsby had made it very clear you, Daryl, and Rosita came to view the art gallery, she had called it. It all felt weird, walking up and down the halls to look at all the art with eyes watching your every move. Pamela had stepped up to point out every detail while Lance just watched from the distance.

This is just so different from having to clean out walkers from buildings to show your worth, pretty much. Instead of blood on concrete, it was homemade paint on a canvas.

The paintings were pretty, really, but it just felt like they were being pushed down your throat. It was new, refreshing, a new beginning. You weren't one for change.

"Michelle here has many pieces of art here." The older woman smiled at the woman standing by the wall, a tight-lipped smile of her own on her face. Pamela pointing at a canvas towards the corner. "She's had quite the life. Painting helped her get all the built-up aggression out in some way,"

Did she actually care about what this girl had been through, or was it a front to seem like the most amazing and caring person ever?

"I felt for her, i really did." There she was, putting on a front just to make it all about her. Of course.

"When I met Michelle, i was going through-"

Hic!

Eyes, going wide, you glanced at Daryl and Rosita. They glanced at you but looked back, trying to seem interested. Pamela, looked at you for a moment, before turning to Michelle.

"As I was saying-"

Hic! "I am so sorry." you put up a hand to excuse the hiccup fit. It was one after another, and to be quite honest, it was starting to hurt your diaphragm. Your hand went you to your ribs, trying to ease the hiccups away.

A particularly loud hiccup had Pamela give you a disapproving look.

"Excuse us." Daryl's hand went to your elbow, half-heartedly excusing you two. He didn't really care if they had a problem with you walking away.

He led you by your arm to the open door, the fresh air fully hitting your blushing cheeks.

"Good lord." He grumbled, watching as your body moved with yet another hiccup. "Put yer arms over yer head or hold yer breath or somethin'."

You puffed your cheeks out, holding your breath. Daryl simply watched, waiting.

Hic!

it was muffled, but still had you huffing out.

Daryl just looked at you, before he smiled in amusement. He moved to sit down on the steps to the building, out of the way of the traffic of people. Patting an empty spot next to him, he motioned for you to sit.

"When's the last time you saw a rabbit?"

Confused, you could only look at him. He nodded, waiting for you to answer. You looked away, actually thinking about it. "I don't know." You couldn't remember the last time you saw a rabbit off the top of your head. It was probably one you had to kill to feed yourself, anyway.

"Probably a year?"

"What color was it?"

"What are you on about?"

He twirled his hair around and out of his face, the smile from earlier still lingering. "Still got hiccups?"

Your eyes widened again. They were gone.

"Carol told me that one. It was that or scaring ya."

The picture of Daryl and his dear friend talking about rabbits to get rid of hiccups was cute. Maybe it had been Daryl who had hiccups and Carol asked him the same questions.

"I prefer the rabbit questions." You smiled, looking out at the people walking freely around the Commanwealth.

"Should we go back in?"

"No." he was quick to answer. "If I see another bright flower, I'm gonna pluck my eyes out."

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[unheald]

even though she was countering his idea, he couldn't help but smile at her as he looked at her from the other side of his desk, hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey, thumb running against the rim of it. he liked carol. he liked how she thought, and he liked the fact that she seemed to want in on how things were here. " oh, your advice is very valuable but... wouldn't you like to know that your friends have somewhere truly safe to stay? somewhere stable. because i've got to be honest, carol. hilltop? it doesn't look good. don't you think that they deserve a little more safety? well, sorry, i mean, a lot more safety? "

@unheald said: i was just speaking figuratively. - from lance

               eyes   narrow   slightly.      the   way   he   said   it,   it   all   just   seemed…      off.      like   it   wasn’t   just   a   theory,   but   something   he   was   actually   considering,   and   it   didn’t   sit   right   with   her.      ❝   right…      because   it   would   be   a   bad   idea.   ❞      to   go   back   to   hilltop,   to   talk   to   maggie?      it   would   likely   end   badly.      she’s   not   sure   for   who   though,   and   that’s   the   reason   it   worries   her.      as   cowardly   as   lance   is,   he’s   got   some   type   of   power   here,   some   kind   of   sway.      hilltop   just   doesn’t   have   the   means   to   defend   against   an   army   of   soldiers.      ❝   if   you   want   my   advice?      i   would   just   let   them   be.      i   mean,   do   you   really   want   people   who   don’t   actively   want   to   be   here?      i   think   that   would   cause   more   trouble   than   it’s   worth.   ❞