#redneckin

[lovesicklovermia]

𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡

﹒﹒ ﹒summary - after a difficult few days on the road in the heat, you're left feeling down about motherhood, and the wellness of your daughter. thank goodness your husband noticed.

﹒﹒ ﹒set in - season 5, before the storm

﹒﹒ ﹒pairing - daryl dixon x reader

﹒﹒ ﹒ content inclusions - dad!daryl dixon, mom!reader

parched whines, which for once were not released from the walkers mouths, had been all you’d heard for several hours. guilt, expanding and wrapping around your lungs like ivy trellis. your baby girl, just like rick’s, was hungry, and innocent. bob had said, before his life ended one solemn night, that the world ‘was going to change’, for he could tell by the pure appearance of you, as well as your leaders, young children. nowadays, it was difficult to tell whether she’d change the world, or if she’d still be fulfilled, well-rested enough, and most importantly, happy enough to do so.

pregnancy, around the same time as lori, the dear woman who was lost too soon, yet lost too far back to recall the days events without a hazy vision and mind, and without an elicited sob. you seemed to sob all too frequently lately. your baby did too. 

it seemed that, for so long, both judith and your baby were cooed and fawned over, yet, in closer days, it seemed coos and giggles were replaced by rumbling stomachs, and sighs of absolute defeat. it was honestly surprising that many of the members of the team hadn't given up completely, yet you supposed they each had their reasons to stay alive. father gabriel, by his faith. abraham, for rosita. maggie, even in her damaged and devastated state, for glenn, and for affirming and keeping beth, and herschel, and everyone’s memory alive.

as for your husband? well, for your baby, of course. she was a joint creation, and that was abundantly clear, for she possessed your husband’s bright blue eyes (although a teasing michonne assured that all babies had blue eyes), and your nose and lips. he loved her with every inch of his redneckin’ heart, and despite the sweaty heat of the summer months, he’d held no obligations to wearing a scarf wrap, an easy way for you to smile gently at your baby. of course, he was terrified of sneaking walkers, for your baby seemed to hold the ability to be forever calm and docile in whichever situation was thrown at the girl. 

he’d been terrified of you slipping away from him since day one, yet through the struggles and hardships of the last couple of months, his team had hardly had paid attention to the tears you shed when people glanced at your child for too long, if they asked if his baby girl had been fed, or anything remotely questioning on the livelihood of your child. yes, you knew she was struggling - you knew she deserved to grow up in a gentler world. the world had been no kinder than it was before, yet now previously closed doors were open, and horrific individuals were free to roam.

you’d heard all about it. you’d heard the horror stories - hell, if it wasn’t for your husband shielding you from the troubles, you would have experienced quite a few days of misjustice yourself.

instead, your only misfortunes came from your mind, and the guilt that ate away at your heart. from too many moments that you felt your baby was going to starve, or dehydrate, or even perish from boredom. it had been too many days, far too many, and as you, for once, held the baby to your chest, wandering aimlessly down the straightforward road, you couldn’t walk in silence much longer. speaking to your baby, carol had once told you, was the ‘best way your baby could learn to love you’. yet, with the way things were going, there was nothing left for her to love. you felt practically skin and bones, and your stomach rumbling was now occurring constantly - it hardly stopped. so, today, as you spoke quietly to your baby, you spoke words that seemed easily generalizable. 

‘you been having so much fun?’ was the first words that escaped your lips, projecting lies immediately onto your child. oh, lord did this feel manipulative. your child was a victim of the apocalypse, not a resident of a soft play centre. something of a frustrated sigh escaped your lips, as your child only stared at you, reaching out to tap at your neck. it’d be easier if she just cried - at least she’d still be showing signs of active participation.

‘your mama - i think she’s stopped - i think, maybe -’ yet you couldn’t so much as choke out the words, without an angry tear slipping down from your eye. ‘maybe i’ve stopped trying for you, and i haven’t realised, and-’ the rest of the group were further back, far enough back that you could sit yourself down on the road, holding your baby up, so you could clearly see her red, heated cheeks, and sweating head. ‘i’m really sorry, but that’s not enough, and-’ 

a familiar tap of a foot behind you, and you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut momentarily. this wasn’t how parenthood was meant to be - your husband, your child’s father, walking in on you holding up your baby and crying over her lack of food and drink. yet, here he was, and his reaction was worth waiting for. 

you, from the burning sun, were practically sizzling, so he approached with such gentleness, it only made another small sob escape your lips. ‘yea, i know.’ he mumbled, placing a dirtied, yet, to you, incredibly gentle hand on your wrist, reaching over to press a quick and soft kiss to his baby girl’s forehead. ‘i know, i know, but-’ 

and daryl paused. you hadn’t expected that. he could spew out pointless lies with the best of them, but with you, he could never. his pause delivered truth into his next words. 

‘you’re doing the best you can.’ it was enough for you to melt, because although it didn’t feel enough, from such a hard-working individual, it felt, indescribably, a message that provided safety to your beating heart. ‘for us, and for ‘er, and for the future of-’ he gestured back to the group, all gathered aimlessly. ‘our baby will know the choices we woulda’ made, if we coulda’.’ you couldn’t disagree with that. it wasn’t your fault that streams didn’t flow nearby, that it was summertime, that the berries on bushes had already been picked. 

cupping a hand around your back, the archer wasted no time in gently assisting you to stand, before lifting his baby’s body to his hip. a soft crinkle from her nose, and an even softer sneeze from the girl, and you couldn’t help but both let out a tiny, fortunate laugh. and as a splotch of water fell upon your shoulder, then another on daryl’s crossbow, then a final one on your daughters head, you quickly gained the most amount of hope you’d ever felt, let alone after days of hardships.

‘an’, anyway -’ your husband continued, throwing your daughter slightly up, before catching her and chuckling at her squeals. ‘we don’ need mother nature. we’ll just tell baby that you control the weather, how about tha’?’ the squeal from his daughter, and the grin from his wife felt better than any amount of rain, but he supposed he’d keep that to himself.

[rdncktf]

REDNECKINIZATION

I've been seeing lots of posts recently of guys finally pushing their fantasy tf out into reality - living it, becoming it. I figured, maybe it's time I start to do the same... And so, here I am, trying to find bros with twisted minds to help me push it into my reality.

What better future could there be for someone like me than becoming a trashy, dumb, slobby, sleazy conservative redneck bro, all decked out in Southern Pride swag and locked into a dead-end existence.

Things about me are that I'm a 24 year old gay dude, who considers himself pretty artsy and cultured. 5'7-8ish, youthful looking twink type, and a bit of a superiority complex.

What better way for me to be knocked down a few (hundred) pegs permanently than to embrace becoming the bottom of the barrel in society.

This is a big thing to do, nerve-wracking, but so hot and twisted at the same time. I don't want RP or fantasization, I want hardcore enforcement and changes. If you feel like talking about that with me, or think you want to help drag me down the rabbit hole, feel free to DM me. I'll happily comply with any real-life methods to make it come true, no matter how dark.

🇺🇸 GOD BLESS AMERICA BRO 🇺🇸

[kimberly-spirits13]

okay I have a fic/ possible series idea where Jason starts dating reader who comes from the south and ends up in Gotham for work and is also hunting down Killer Croc due to him smuggling drugs in and out of New Orleans to Gotham. The thing would basically consist of lots of Southern humor and redneckin it through Gotham even if the reader takes on a somewhat neutral accent after traveling for so long

what do we think?

[eternal-hard-drive-blog]

Low quality redneckin

[uncle-mojave]

Shit they gentrified redneckin

I’m in a town that someone had a BMW with a get ER done sticker on it with a pontoon boat in their front yard.

Help me. Lmao.

[woolgrass]

Hide tanning day #6...

A final breaking of the skin off of the frame and then smokin'! Had to go do a quick forage in the river valley to gather rotten wood. Damp, rotten wood creates the most smoke.

[manicmenace]

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[weecarrotxo]

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[shania-twain]

[wild-n-wanderlust]

I'm still healing but I wanted to share! My friends got almost 2 ft of water in their home so Zach is doing $100 Texas tattoos to help with home repairs due to Harvey's bitchass. Thanks again to @zatattooer for my awesome Buck Mount tattoo I've been wanting for awhile! #redneckin #buckmount #texas #hunter #texaspride #tattoo #supportlocalbusiness #boldandbravetattoo

[redneckamerica98-blog]

🌲🌾🌲🌾 For the people like me, going through struggles is just a part of life, we've never had much but we are happy with what we got, I've learned alot more living through struggles than I would have being giving everything. I'm proud of my life and where I came from, I proud to grow up in a trailer, I'm proud of not having much money or much food, you may call me crazy and that's fine but I know if it wasn't for struggling, I wouldn't be who I am, so for the people like me, keep going strong and never give up🌲🌾🌲🌾#country #rhec #rednecknation #southern #redneck #redneckcrazy #redneckshit #redneckheaven #rednecklife #redneckboys #redneckboy #redneckingenuity #redneckstyle #redneckin #redneckpride #redneckproud #redneck4life #rednecks #rednecknationrecords #upchurchtheredneck #merica #countryboy #america #yeehaw #hunting #guns #confederateflag https://www.instagram.com/p/BuoG2yzgx8g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cf2pkx72po8z

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[kane-town]

christiankane1 First time I’ve seen this. This literally a candid shot of my boy @jensenackles and I talking life love and old times in between takes in #supernatural What fun we had. In Life and on set. Thanks again buddy for inviting me. #supernatural Tonight!!! [x] christiankane1 Hope you guys have half as much fun watching #supernatural tonight as me and my dear friend @jensenackles did redneckin’ around like our young Hollywood, Texas roots getting us in trouble, days of the past. We’ve been friends a very long time and what ever you see tonight... I’m sure in some way shape or form, we’ve been together and done it in real life. Hahaa  thanks for the memories @jensenackles I love you man! [x]

[country-music-blog]

(RoyaltyRecords)

[angiejonesart]

I am killing it at #redneckin #boardgames #drinkingandboardgames (at The Hill)

[crap-films]

Shooting #redneck #humor. Jeff McFreedom. #comingsoon #rednecklife #redneckin #comedyvideos #videoproduction #youtube #youtuber